Before they even knocked, a house elf had opened the door, muttering.

"Master won't like this, no, no, not all master hates mudbloods and blood traitors alike. Oh yes." The elf's eyes grazed Harry's forehead. "Well if it isn't the Harry Potter. Come to set the world free of Voldemort, mm?"

"Sorry, um. He's already gone. But we have a couple of questions for-" The elf cackled.

"They don't know! They have no clue! Ah, but Mubby does. Oh yes." Mubby smiled manically.

"Mubby! Get out of here!" The four looked into the hallway as Mubby turned around.

"Y-Yes, master's son. Right away master's son. But master's son must remember that master dislikes-"

"The war is over Mubby! Go make some tea or something!" Draco scowled at the elf.

"House elf imprisonment! Why, if-"

"Oh, shut it Granger. We don't have any of our other houselves. He's the only one that didn't go. You must be bloody proud, spew is in fact making a comeback. Had to promise the others wages and clothes but they're still out there. Doing who knows what. Said they'd come back when the other elves got their rights too." Draco scowled again.

"Good." Hermione smiled, but it disappeared as she remembered why she was here. "We need to ask you a few questions.

"What don't we know Harry? Did you hear the elf? Seemed bloody evil, that one did." Ron muttered behind the two girls. Harry only nodded. He wanted to know too, but now wasn't the time to ask.

"No."

"Excuse me? You don't even know-"

"What do you mean I don't know! Witches and wizards and squibs alike come and laugh at my house, scowl at my name! Of course I know why you're hear, should've expected you lot sooner! Come to brag, right, at how I was bloody wrong and a bloody idiot and how I'm so lucky for the ministry not carting me off to Azkaban!" Ginny and Hermione cringed.

"No, Malfoy, that's not why we've come. Now will you let us in? It's going to rain." Without any consent, Ginny pushed open the door, and the four trooped inside. Draco muttered curses as they stood in the dim looking hallway.

"Well, what do you want Weaselette?" Ginny scowled and took a step forward, but Hermione pushed her back slightly.

"We want to know, if you anything about a little girl, named Calla. She was taken by a death eater and most likely brought to Voldemort approximately six years ago. I need to know why." Draco spluttered a bit.

"I have no idea what you're talking about. You're crazy. What would he want with a little girl?" He looked flustered.

"I think you're lying Draco Malfoy. I wouldn't want to come back with Veritaserum, now would I?" He gulped.

"Well, I don't know anything about why, if I were you I'd just give up. Be happy she's alive." Harry took a step forward, pointing his wand at Malfoy.

"Tell us, right now, Malfoy. Why did Voldemort want Calla!" Ron pulled our his wand too.

"Alright, alright! He kept saying she was some sort of key! That's all I know, I swear!"

"A key to what, Malfoy?" He gulped.

"I told you! I don't know!" Hermione pulled Harry and Ron's arms down.

"Thank you Malfoy. Now, one last question. What would your parents know about this?"

"A lot more than I do. Bloody hell, you'd really go into Azkaban Granger?" She nodded stiffly.

"If that's what it comes to. I will. I will see you at work, won't I Malfoy?"

"Yes, Granger. You will." Without another word, Hermione walked out the door, the others trailing behind her. Outside, they walked past Mubby, who was gathering herbs, laughing gleefully.

"The chosen one still does not know! But Mubby does, oh yes. He has served the Dark Lord well, yes. Never lost respect for him, Mubby hasn't! But those wizards and witches, where are they now? Dead, or in Azkaban, oh yes!" Mubby cackled as he picked some tea leaves. "Mubby knows, more than master even!" He smiled manically at Harry, who cringed slightly.

"I don't like that house elf. Do you think he knows something about Calla 'Mione?" She looked at Mubby uneasily.

"Maybe. But he also may be a little insane. He still seems to think Voldemort's alive, Harry. That can never be a good sign."

"I agree with 'Mione, Harry. It's probably just crazy." They got to the gate, and opened it.

"He, Ronald. Adress him like a person, not an object." Ron sighed, as they stepped onto the street.

"Where to next, 'Mione? Azkaban?" Ginny put on a brave face.

"I suppose. But, maybe it's best that only I-"

"Merlin's beard Hermione! Stop it already! Whether you like it or not, I'm coming with you!"

"Yeah, and we're not letting you go into Azkaban by yourself." Harry added.

"Against the rest of the Malfoys and Death Eaters, 'Mione, you must be insane!"

"Fine! Fine! We're going together, I get it!"

"Are you sure you understand?" Ginny asked. "Because it seems like you're trying to get rid of us awfully hard."

"No, I'm not! I'm just giving you the chance to back out!"

"You'd really think we'd back out of this?"

"I don't know Harry, okay?"

"Well, why don't we go find a place to sleep for the night or something? I don't really feel like going to Azkaban today. Not after the ferret and Mubby." Ginny said.

"I agree, besides, maybe we need to form some sort of back up plan or something.

"Blimey. Another quest." Ron muttered, as Hermione smiled faintly. 'Hold on Calla, we're going to figure out what happened to you.'

Yay! Two chapters, in one day! Look at what vacation does to you!