When Charlie and I arrived back at the Burrow, the house was filled to the brim. Everyone from the night before was there and Molly was cooking up yet another feast. She grinned as Charlie and I stepped from the fireplace. "How was shopping, dear?"

"You took her shopping?" Ginny asked in shock.

Audrey's eyes widened at the two of us. "The poor girl!"

"Try any dresses on, Charlotte?"

Charlie promptly smacked the back of Bill's head. "Watch it. And yes, she needed clothes, and-"

"Why do you have a photo of Mrs. Clark?" I asked suddenly.

All eyes settled on me in confusion.

Harry glanced back at the files in his hands. "Mrs. Clark? This woman's name is Jenny Do-"

"Doshwill," I finished.

"How do you..."

I finally recognized the stamps on the files. Auror stamps, I thought. "You're an auror?"

He nodded. "Yes, and I'm trying to find Auror Jenny Doshwill. She's been missing for three years."

"She's not missing. She's at home with her husband and children," I informed him. "Well, just her son now. Her daughter was married off a year ago."

"Doshwill didn't have any family," Ron added shrewdly.

"Well considering her son is the man I was set to marry, I'd say she did... And her name is Rachel Clark. She's a death eater. Her and her husband both have the dark mark. Nicholas was slated to receive it on his sixteenth birthday, but then the war happened and Voldemort was killed. He did come close though. He killed a muggle out of pure anger at missing his chance. Quite a brutal night, if I do say so. His father was just a mess. All of the other boys had received their marks a good year before the war. Nicholas was special for some reason though. I never understood it. However, I suppose it's because he was quite violent even compared to the other boys. Mrs. Clark took it in stride though. Mother wasn't bothered that he hadn't received the dark mark. Her and Jason were more concerned with-" I broke off with a blush.

"I'm babbling, aren't I? Oh, I'm sorry. It's none of my business, really. I apologize for interrupting you," I rushed out.

Charlie gave my shoulders a squeeze. "Do you know anything else about Rachel Clark, Abby?"

I glanced up at him, slightly unsure. "I know that her mission was to infiltrate Ministry departments along with a few others. Because she didn't work, and was homeschooled as a child, she didn't need to use a polyjuice potion. They came up with the name Jenny Doshwill, and she went with it."

"You're sure?" Harry checked.

"Yes."

He sighed, going to shut the file, but my eye caught silver writing at the bottom.

"If you don't mind me asking, what's that?"

He glanced where I was pointing. "Oh. It's the name of her partner. Danielle Fittle. She's been missing just as long. I don't suppose you know where she is? Or is she a Death-"

"Do you have a picture?" I asked quietly.

He shuffled some papers around and then held it out for me to see. The memory burned at my eyes the second I laid eyes on the light blonde curls, the gentle smile, the acceptance in her eyes.

"She's dead," I said.

His eyes flashed to Charlie's as his arms pulled me slightly closer to him. "Her family... They... They need closure. Do you have any idea where-"

"They burned her body in our backyard," I informed him. I swallowed hard as the memories tried to push forward.

Molly pulled me from Charlie's grasp. "Why don't you come help me in the kitchen, dear?"

I nodded. "Do you have a spare piece of parchment, though?" Hermoine handed me one, and I took the quill from Harry. "Magdelena is innocent, so please keep her safe if you do anything. They'll kill her the moment the get word of any investigation." I handed him the address of my old house and the Clark's home. "There are boxes in the attics and cellars of both homes. I'm afraid the only closure you can give any families at this point is anything the victims had on them."

He stuck the parchment in his pocket for safekeeping.

"There's enchantments all over the property, and you must watch what you touch. Nearly everything is charmed. Never touch anything with a frame. You will be killed instantly. That includes doors."

"Doors?" Ron repeated. "They charmed the doors? How the bloody he-"

"You use your wand to open them. The Malfoy's and Black's were Voldemort's biggest followers here. In Germany, it was the Clark's and Givenche's, Jason's family. When the Ministry began searching the Malfoy's home, they put up extra measures on the other homes."

Molly squeezed my hand. "Enough with the work talk. Abby, dear, come help me in the kitchen."

"Oh, Mum, by the way, Rick and Sean are coming over later."

She smiled at Charlie. "They are? They've been in Romania for quite some time."

"We ran into them at one of the shops. I think they're itching for a homecooked meal."

"Say, isn't Sean your age, Abbygail?"

Charlie tried to hide his smirk, but failed and started laughing. "Yeah, George, they are."

Bill chuckled. "Sean already have eyes for her?" he guessed.

"Well the boy spends all of his time with those dragons," Molly muttered. She smiled, tucking back a lock of my hair. "I'm sure you two will be friends. He's a great boy."