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Chapter 7: Enter Spy Stage Left

Potter,

This piece of parchment will self-destruct when you are finished reading it. Meet me in the Room of Requirement at exactly half past one. I will be expecting you.

D.M.

The piece of parchment caught on fire by some imaginary lit match, and Harry watched it burn into a pile of ashes.

"I'll be back," Harry said to his friends, noting the time-- quarter past one. Nothing like last-minute planning, Harry thought sarcastically to himself.

"Where are you going?" Hermione demanded, not lifting her eyes from her Potions textbook.

"I have to meet with a friend," Harry emphasized. The brown-haired girl smiled knowingly, finally looking up from her book.

"We'll be here for a while, and then at dinner," she replied. "Don't forget to finish your Defense homework, Harry!"

"I won't," he called back as he ducked through the portrait hole.

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The blonde-haired Malfoy heir sat on a black, overstuffed chair in the Room of Requirement. His elbows rested on the arms of the chair, his fingertips pressed together. He contemplated ways to tell the Gryffindor icon who the spy was-- Draco's father had known for some time now who the spy was, and Draco had assumed it was only a matter of time before Lucius slipped.

How right the Slytherin was-- Lucius slipped during a letter he had written his son. Dung is making the fall of the Order easier day by day, Lucius had written. Draco had known better than to ask who this Dung person was; the head of the Malfoy family would have most likely Obliviated him with no one the wiser.

"Draco, what's up?" Harry asked as he joined the blond in the Room of Requirement, bringing the Slytherin out of his musings.

"My father slipped," Draco replied simply. Harry froze in place.

"And?" Harry asked, waiting expectantly.

"What do you know about a man named Dung?" Draco asked, watching his niece's father's face carefully.

"Dung?" Harry breathed. "No way..."

"Who is Dung?" Draco questioned impatiently. What could have brought on such an incredulous reaction?

"Dung is Mundungus Fletcher," Harry explained. "He's a thief, and he sells the stuff he steals. He's always stealing from Order headquarters. But the Order keeps him around in case he hears something underground."

"He's not exactly a first class citizen," Draco summarized, waiting for the Gryffindor to explain his reaction. Harry nodded.

"Remus said Dumbledore once helped Dung out of a tight spot," Harry continued, "and that's why he helps the Order-- or helped the Order, I guess." That's why he was so surprised? Draco thought to himself. Stupid Gryffindors and their loyalty. You'd swear the lot were Hufflepuffs.

"I don't know what Voldemort asked Dung to do, other than the obvious," Draco explicated. "I know if I ask my father for details, he'll realize he slipped and Obliviate me. And neither of us can really afford to be Obliviated at this point, there's too much at stake here." Like my niece's life, he added silently.

"The lives of innocent people," Harry murmured.

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"Where are you going?" Hermione demanded, not lifting her eyes from her Potions textbook.

"I have to meet with a friend," Harry emphasized. The brown-haired girl smiled knowingly, finally looking up from her book.

"We'll be here for a while, and then at dinner," she replied. "Don't forget to finish your Defense homework, Harry!"

"I won't," he called back as he ducked through the portrait hole.

After Harry left his friends in Gryffindor Common Room, he raced to the Room of Requirement. He had a faint idea what the Slytherin wanted to talk about, but he wanted to hear it from the blonde's own mouth.

"Draco, what's up?" he asked as he closed the door to the Room of Requirement behind him. Draco seemed to shake himself out of his thoughts.

"My father slipped," he replied. Harry froze. He'd suspected Draco had known, but to hear it confirmed by the Slytherin was, well, shocking.

"And?" Harry asked, trying to hide his impatience.

"What do you know about a man named Dung?" the blonde asked, watching his face carefully. Harry's mind raced-- Dung? Dung is Voldemort's insider?

"Dung?" Harry breathed. "No way..."

"Who is Dung?" Draco asked, not hiding his impatience. Harry tried to gather his thoughts and form a coherent sentence.

"Dung is Mundungus Fletcher," he clarified. "He's a thief, and he sells the stuff he steals. He's always stealing from Order headquarters." Harry suppressed a growl, and continued. "But the Order keeps him around in case he hears something underground."

"He's not exactly a first-class citizen," the blonde summarized. Harry nodded.

"Remus said Dumbledore once helped Dung out of a tight spot, and that's why he helps the Order-- or helped, I guess," Harry corrected himself. He wondered what Voldemort could have promised Mundungus in order for him to change sides.

"I don't know what Voldemort asked Dung to do, other than the obvious," Draco responded. "I know if I ask my father for details, he'll realize he slipped and Obliviate me. And neither of us can really afford to be Obliviated at this point, there's too much at stake here."

"The lives of innocent people," Harry murmured, thinking of his daughter.

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"Dung?" Ron whispered. "Are you sure?"

"Absolutely," Harry replied grimly. "Lucius said so himself."

"Are you sure Mundungus isn't under the Imperius Curse?" Hermione asked quietly. Ron groaned.

"You can't just believe that Dung switched sides, can you," Ron complained.

"I can!" Hermione protested defiantly. "But you have to look at it from all angles!"

"Hermione's right, actually," Harry voiced his opinion. "Dung could be under the Imperius Curse, for all we know. We'll just have to do some detective work and find out."

"Harry, there's no way to find out if someone's been under the Imperius Curse, you know that," Hermione said softly.

"I know," Harry admitted. "But we'll have to find something."

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"There's no way to find out if someone is under the Imperius Curse," Draco said at once.

"I know there isn't!" Harry exclaimed, frustrated. "But we have to find out somehow. We have to put an end to whoever is doing this, whether we have to take down Mundungus or take down whoever has him Imperiused."

"I can get a pass for the Restricted Section from my godfather," Draco said in hushed tones. "You look in the library at Order headquarters. Chances are, the Blacks have extensive Dark Arts books." Harry nodded.

"Don't do anything until you've talked to me," Draco said fiercely, looking the Gryffindor straight in the eye. "Some of these Dark spells have extremely powerful repercussions." Harry nodded, looking a little taken aback at the blonde's outburst.

"I've got Hermione and Ron in on the act, too," Harry replied. "I'll pass along your warning." Draco nodded, seemingly satisfied.


I hope I didn't confuse anybody with the change in POVs midway through. I just thought I would show both Harry and Draco's thoughts. If you're confused, let me know, and I'll try to un-confuse you. :)

Sorry this is so short, I'm running on a serious case of writer's block and a limited amount of time. Well, I guess it's not writer's block, because I know what I want to say and where I want to go with this, but I just can't seem to get it written out. I felt like you people reading this deserved an update, and this is as far as I seem to be able to get right now. So maybe we'll have an update before October, I highly doubt it, but we'll see. Okay, I must go, I have an English project and a Physics project to work on (I really hate those classes with a passion!), so see you next chapter! Please review, it inspires me to write faster! :) See you next update!

PS Who watched Stephenie Meyer on The Ellen Degeneres Show on Thursday? I was so angry that she didn't talk about Midnight Sun or anything! She just said everything that's on her website! She didn't say anything we didn't know already! I was upset. :'( I was hoping she'd discuss Midnight Sun and what's happening with that, but she didn't say nada! I was like WTF!! :) lol okay, just wanted to share. :D And who thinks the Midnight Sun scandal is horrible and terrible?? I refuse to read the leaked chapters. I want the actual book.

Okay, enough Twilight stuff, go review please! Reviews motivate me to write more. :D