Students would be arriving the next day to start school. Amelie would no longer have the Slytherin dormitories to herself. She was now making her way from the dungeons to the Headmaster's office. Severus had called her into his office this morning for some unknown reason.

Amelie entered the large office and waited for Severus to look up. When he did, she moved to take a seat in front of his desk. He put aside whatever he had been working on and sent a locking spell and silencing charm towards the door.

"You need to get a job," he said. Amelie blinked in surprise. That was abrupt. Severus continued, "Albus left some money for your mission, but it could get very tight very quickly. You also need to establish contact with someone else in the Order. This way someone could identify you as one of our own in case something should happen to me."

"Alright," Amelie nodded. She did not want to imagine something bad happening to Severus, but she had to realize that that was a very likely reality. "Where am I working?"

"Well, Professor Dumbledore and I," Amelie glanced up at the portrait of the last headmaster, "believe that you should go work for his brother, Aberforth Dumbledore, at the Hog's Head."

"Okay, what is the Hog''s Head?" she asked.

"A pub."

"Oh, lovely. I always wanted to be a barmaid."

"You will be working in the business of an esteemed Order member, while also working in a place of questionable reputation. The Hog's Head is a rather shady place," Severus explained. Amelie could only nod while she processed it all.

"The sooner you can procure employment, the better, but you must remember that your relationship with me as an Order member can never be mentioned," he reminded her.

"Of course."

"I will allow you to use my fireplace to floo to the Hog's Head, but no one can find out."

Amelie nodded in understanding.

Amelie flooed straight to The Hog's Head. She stepped out of the fireplace and looked down at the soot that now covered her. She knew the Headmaster's fireplace wasn't that dirty, so she deduced it must have been the pub's fireplace. She pulled out her wand and cleaned herself up. Then she stashed her wand back in her robe and took in her surroundings.

The Hog's Head was likely the filthiest place she had ever seen. It was one small room with as many tables as could fit packed in. The tables were all very rough, wooden tables with similar chairs. There were only candle stubs on the table. The wax from the candles had melted onto the table, and it looked as though the candles had not been lit in some time. There was a bar in the back with about ten stools in front of it. Behind the bar was a small sink and shelves lined with glasses and plates. Despite the plates, Amelie didn't see an ounce of food in the place. There were bay windows that were completely covered in dirt so that you couldn't even see out of them. Amelie looked down and realized what she thought was a dirt floor was really a concrete floor with a half inch of dirt covering it. The walls and ceiling were covered in dust and cobwebs. She didn't even want to see the rooms upstairs.

"What can I get ye?" asked a gruff, white-bearded man.

"Are you Aberforth Dumbledore?" she asked in a whisper so as not to be heard. The place was deserted, but she wanted to be safe.

"Depends," he answered.

"Well if you are I would like to talk to you about your brother somewhere safe," she said.

"Upstairs," he said and led the way up the old, dirty wooden steps. He opened the first door on the right and led her through. This room looked like it was lived in, and she assumed it must be his. "Now what do ye want?"

"Your brother, Professor Dumbledore, asked me to come to Hogwarts this year. He knew he didn't have much time left, and he asked if I would be willing to keep an eye on the school."

"Are ye teachin? 'Cuz I thought those damned Death Eaters were," he asked.

"No, I am not teaching. I am posing as a student. I graduated from Beauxbatons last year. I have been placed in Slytherin so as to spy on the children of Death Eaters and to keep an eye on the Carrows," she replied.

"So, ye're a spy? For the Order?"

"I am technically in the Order, but only one other person knows that. It has to remain a secret or my cover may be compromised."

"Prove yer in the Order," he commanded gruffly, fingers wrapping tightly around his wand.

"The headquarters was formerly at number twelve Grimmauld Place, but it has since moved to the Burrow. Of course, I have never been to the Burrow. I am only to go to headquarters if it is an emergency. I know the Weasleys are being watched," she replied smoothly. She would have to thank the portraits in the Headmaster's office for telling her the Order had moved to the Burrow.

"Why were you recruited by mi' brother?"

"My family used to live in Godric's Hollow, near your family. He remembered my great-grandmother. She was good friends with Bathilda Bagshot. She called her Batty."

"Very well. So what do ye want wi' me?"

"I really don't have much money, and I am going to need some for some necessities while I am in Slytherin House. I was wondering if you might hire me?"

"Eh, why not? I've got nothin' better ter do. And if it's for the Order, reckon I don' have much choice in the matter," he grumbled.

Amelie smiled at her accomplishment, but when she looked around the pub again her smile vanished. She had a lot of work to do.

"When would you like me to start?"

"When can ye start?"

"Well I do have classes, but the Headmaster is allowing me to work on weekends if I keep my grades up," she explained.

"Oh, Snape's letting you work on weekends, eh? Well of course he is. He thinks yer a Slytherin. Well keeping yer grades up can' be too hard, eh? You've already graduated."

"Yes, exactly."

"Ye can work Saturdays, Sundays, and Wednesday nights. How's that?" Aberforth offered.

"Perfect. Thank you very much, Mr. Dumbledore. I will see you Saturday." Amelie smiled and flooed back to Hogwarts. As she had assumed, Snape was waiting for her very impatiently.

"Well?"

"I have a job, and a contact," she replied with a Slytherin smirk. He raised an eyebrow at her.

"Have I told you about the Room of Requirement yet?" he asked. She shook her head. He sighed and motioned for her to take a seat in front of his desk. He went to take his seat in the oversized Headmaster's chair.

"The Room of Requirement," he began, "was Draco's favorite room last year. Indeed it is a favorite of anyone fortunate enough to know how to enter it. The Room of Requirement will take the shape of and provide anything you require. It is this room through which Draco let in the Death eaters at the end of last term." Here he paused to gauge her reaction. She nodded for him to continue.

"This room can also help you if you are in need of it. Even if you do not, you should be aware of it. I have not seen Draco much since he failed…well, since he failed. I do not know how he has handled the situation. He may choose to retreat back to that room, in which case you will need to be aware of this room. But while he is in there, you will not be able to enter if he has asked to be alone. It is how the room works."

"I understand."

"To enter the room, you must pace back and forth three times with eyes closed and thinking very hard about what you want. Seventh floor corridor. That is all," he finished.

"Goodnight, Headmaster," Amelie said as she rose from her seat and left his office.