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Howard Phipps was your average Death Eater. He had been in Slytherin house at Hogwarts, as his parents had before him, and their parents before them; ambitious, cunning, and traditional to a fault but he wasn't very bright. He didn't even notice the new luggage in his room until it moved. Then he saw it's BIG SQUARE TEETH and let out a shriek of pure terror to alert his comrades to the danger.

Unfortunately, when you are in the terror business (as all Death Eaters are) shrieks of pure terror are not uncommon. If he had shouted, "Intruder!" or "Oh, Merlin, it's going to EAT me!" it might have grabbed their attention. But as it was, nobody gave the noise any mind, (except for Bellatrix, who briefly paused to enjoy the sound) and the Death Eaters remained unaware of the thing lurking in their midst.

Screams and shrieks of varying surprise and horror echoed throughout the deatheater encampment, only interrupted by the sound of something shuffling on it's many, many feet.


"Hey, Harry, pass me the mushrooms."

"It's the last of them." Harry told his red-headed friend as he slid the pot across the table. "We lost supplies when we lost my luggage, and we'll need to stock up again soon."

"We're going to meet with Sirius in a couple of days, right?" Hermione asked.

"As soon as we've checked the orphanage." Ron agreed, Snuffles is going to bring the locket and help us plan how to sneak into Hogwarts."

"Then we could call him in the mirror and ask him to bring food, too." Hermione said brightly.


AN: Sorry for the slow update. Finals are coming up at school, and I've been a bit distracted.