That Saturday was the last day Rose and Scorpius spoke for a long time. The wizarding world was about to witness a turn of events and an unexplained rush of excitement filled the still air of its magical borders.
On Sunday, Scott and Kyle Zabini found Scorpius Malfoy in his den under the stairs, hidden by high stacks of thick ancient books. The room was better furnished now with a living room set before the fire, surrounding a pursian carpet and coffee table. A small round dinning table with five chairs arround it was placed in the right corner and plush beanbags and pillows were dumped in the open space behind the living area. Scorpius desk was by the shelves lining the left wall.
"Good job with the room, Scorp." Said Kyle as he and his twin jumped into the beanbags.
"Hello to you too." Scorp said, rising from his chair and joining them with two of the books.
"Alright. Here's the plan. The Terminators are masked. There's basically no way we can identify them even if we meet them."
"They wear deatheater masks."
"Precisely. So in my opinion, they shouldn't be given the opportunity to identify us either." He picked up a book. 'Alphageus Malfoy's Book of Disguises'.
"It's handwritten." Said Scott in amazement as he opened the book.
"It's the original. One and only. Written two five genrations before me and kept in our family library. On this page,…" Scorpius flipped the book. "A potion of concealment which allows you to choose your own disguised features." He pointed at the ingredients. "The good thing about this is even if someone were to join our ranks for the sake of investigation on the pretence of being one of us, he will never know what we look like and we will never know what he looks like. So, even as an organisation, other than the three of us and the people we recruit, everyone else will be strangers on the streets."
The twins nodded their approval. Kyle was already reading through the ingredients. He was the best at potions amongst the three of them and immediately took the responsibility to make the potion.
"Members will be recruited by sending us a letter or the other way around. When we recruit or accept an appeal to be recruited, we will send the potion to them in a tube. As for headquarters, I have registered this as 'The Den' in the floo network system. It is only open to the three of us and the people we recruit. It will be our research area. I bought over the Quill Shop down Prinset lane. That will be our headquarters, opened to everyone including those who have requested recruitment."
"Are you sure you want to entertain such requests, Scorp? How are you going to advertise this organisation. It's practically illegal…the ministry will consider it revolution potential."
"The Terminators are known."
"The Terminators don't recruit."
"Actually…they do. If you hang around Knockturn Alley. Most of them are descendents of deatheaters of course. Deatheaters who were killed along with Voldermort."
"I think we should scrap out the recruitment." Said Scott. "Isn't wise, Scorp."
Scorpius pondered over this. It did make sense of course. But he had been so certain…no.
"Alright." He agreed. "We'll choose and invite."
"So we'll only need to use The Den then?"
"No…We'll use the Quill Shop. The Den is home. We'll keep this job out of it."
"Right so disguise covered, mode of invitation covered, headquarters covered. What else do we need?"
"Try direction." Said Scorpius.
"What do we know…Terminators are descendents of deatheaters killed along with Voldermort." Said Kyle.
"They want to avenge these deaths by killing loved ones of descendents of deatheaters who turned against Voldermort at the last minute or who squirmed their way out of punishment for dealings with him" added Scott.
"So basically we need an insider." Finished Scorpius. "We need to find out their targets and protect them AND we need to get them to stop killing – to dissolve the Terminators."
"The three of us can't be the insider though…we need to hold forces here."
"I know just the person that could do it."
"We'll send invitations out today then."
"And do we have a name?"
"Didn't think of one, really."
"How about….The bonhomies!"
"Friendliness?" Scorpius quirked an eyebrow, a smirk growing.
"Moonstrucks." Said Scott
"Slightly mad you are indeed."replied Scorpius. "Let's just let the news come up with a name for us shall we." He laughed and they got back to work. It was the beginning of the opposing current.