Chapter Nine: Spies, Friends and Ice Cream

Dumbledore was staring at Sirius who was now going through the library finding books and collecting them for Damon, "Sirius, please tell me what happened while you were there, why did they not kill you on sight?" he had not yet informed the man that Harry Potter was missing, presumed dead and knew if Sirius found out about that he was likely to flee to the Dark just to be with Damon.

"Well they seem to really like Damon," Sirius said calmly before adding a book to the stack, "So when he introduced me they just let it go," he was a little confused as to why he was not killed as well but was not going to push it, "And I have nothing of importance to tell you since every time I was around them they said nothing, not sure who the Deatheaters are since they mostly kept masks on yet every now and then I would see someone but I have no idea who they were, I was avoided by most but Damon."

"Is he going to learn the Dark Arts?" Dumbledore asked which made Sirius burst into laughter, "Well?"

"Yes but he thinks it means Art projects in dark colors," Sirius said before his laughter calmed and he sighed, "Damon promised to let me sit in on his first lesson, I can't wait to see Bella's face when he brings crayons or something," he knew that Damon knew what they were and was simply playing on the fact the silly teenager had thought the Dark Arts were dark colors and such, not dark magic.

"When you go please keep your ear to the ground Sirius, find out something…where did you stay by the way?" Dumbledore asked curious if the man could tell him the Dark Lord's Headquarters, getting a shake of the head he asked, "Who is their Secret Keeper?"

"Not sure, Damon gave me the paper with the address before his father burned it," Sirius said which was a flat out lie, but he would not give the man ammo to go against the people who were taking care of Damon, "I'm not even sure I was in England."

"Scotland maybe? Or Ireland?" Dumbledore asked getting a shrug he nodded, "Alright good night Sirius," and he left a bit angry that Sirius had found nothing out. Once he thought the man was asleep he went to look for the rest of the Order and situated them in the Kitchen, "We need to get Damon Greyback in Hogwarts, and the teen seems to have a naïve sense of the world and yet is tied directly to a known Deatheater. He is living at their base and if at all possible he might just be able to tell us more about them."

Sirius was listening using Extendable Ears and frowned, he now had to make sure Fenrir did not send Damon to school. He almost laughed as he realized what he was doing, 'I'm spying on the Order and plan to inform Fenrir Greyback, a known Deatheater what I hear,' he thought before covering up a laugh with his hand and listening some more as he hummed the 007 song in his head. Once the Meeting was called to a close he went back to his room and settled on the floor humming now, as he thought of when he could go see Damon and maybe introducing Damon to Harry he had a feeling those two would get along.

Meanwhile Damon was eating ice cream, he would take a lick then offer it to his kitten who would take a lick, this happened while he laid on the floor of a Meeting reading a book on advanced charms. He heard a laugh he knew and turned his head to see Bill Weasley looking at him, the man had been Harry's confidant and the only person besides Fenrir and Damon to know what really happened to Harry Potter.

"Bill!" He said dropping the ice cream and jumping at the man to hug him, even though he caused them to hit the ground sense Bill's wrists were tied behind his back. The Deatheater who had captured Bill now had his wand trained on both of them not sure what to do, "Did you come to visit? – Did I tell you I lived here now?" he asked tilting his head to the side in confusion, "I don't think so, are you stalking me?"

"Kid you're making it difficult to breath," Bill said in a gasp before Damon moved and he sat up before getting hugged, "What are you doing here anyways?"

"I live here I just said that," Damon huffed at him before seeing Fenrir's confusion, "Dad this is my friend Bill, Bill that-"

"Is Fenrir Greyback your Dad, yes I know…and that explains why you're here," Bill said with a chuckle before getting a brilliant smile aimed his way.

Fenrir had been informed by Harry he would be telling one person about who Damon Greyback use to be, but he had not been told who. The reason for not being told was simple according the his son, "He'll most likely never be in England again since he lives so far away, so it really does not matter."

"I almost didn't recognize you," Bill said nudging the teen's head with his own, "You've grown so much since the last time I saw you," he had actually just barely caught on to the disguise, if it had not been for the song Damon had been humming he would never have known, he knew it was his 'little brother' because only they knew the song by heart since Bill had made it up.

"Damon," Tom said looking at the teen, "How do you know our…guest?" he did not want to say prisoner in case it upset the strange teen that they all had come to care about through his unique personality.

"I went on a trip to Egypt when I was little," Damon said, which was not a lie the Dursley's had been forced to take him on a business trip and had attempted to leave him there. Only Customs had been confused as to why they arrived with two children and were trying to leave with only one, then Vernon said something stupid about 'not wanting the freak' and had been arrested and held for two weeks before agreeing to take Harry back, "I got separated from Mum and Bill found me," which was also not a complete lie, Bill had found him, and had known who he was but also could tell he knew nothing about magic, "We've been friends since."

"My first year working in Cairo I believe," Bill said thinking about it, "Kid you should go back to that kitten and probably close your eyes."

"But why?" Damon asked, he knew why but he knew that with his true personality on the surface, and trying to regain a childhood he gave off a naïve world view.