Chapter 21

The next few days passed peacefully and I was feeling genuinely comfortable in Malfoy's home. We slept in his room every night, instead of my own and we even shared meals together throughout the day. We had real conversations and I learned about opinions of his that I never would have thought he'd have. He seemed to be doing everything in his power to make me feel like a permanent part of his home and his life. And although I never really had much say in any decisions he made, even when he asked for my opinions, I was feeling less like his prisoner and more like his mistress every day. I couldn't decide if that was a good or bad thing yet.

Most of the time, I had even forgotten I was still a prisoner. But was I really? Couldn't I run away now that I had my wand? There wouldn't be much use in that, seeing as Malfoy and I need each other to bring Voldemort down, but why couldn't I at least leave the grounds on my own, maybe even live in my own home? I brought this up with him one night and he of course hated the idea.

"Malfoy?"

"What?" came his muffled reply from the bathroom where he was brushing his teeth.

"I was just wondering why you're still keeping me here. Couldn't I just go live on my own? You know I'm not going to desert you," I said as I got under the warm covers of his bed. The winter chill had set in, so no matter where I went I was always somewhat chilled.

I didn't get any reply, even after the water had shut off and I heard his toothbrush slam onto the counter.

"Malfoy, did you hear me?" I asked.

He came out of his bathroom and stood in the doorway with a peeved look etched into his face. He was already tired and irritable from planning all day for the next raid in Glasgow, which he still hadn't told me anything about. I realized that this probably wasn't the best time to bring this up. "Yes, I heard you," he said in a surprisingly calm voice. He appeared to be thinking hard about something.

"And…" I goaded.

He seemed to come to a conclusion of what to tell me and he said as he walked further into the room, "Well, I need to keep you here for security reasons. You're necessary for me to find how to destroy Voldemort and I can't risk anything happening to you when I'm not around. You're Hermione Granger. You're at a bigger risk than anyone living without protection."

"I could be Mya," I said.

He shook his head and got into the bed lying close to me on his side so we were facing each other.

"Since the rest of the world thinks Mya is my official girlfriend, you'd be at risk disguised too. My enemies would see you as the perfect way to get to me. It's not happening, Granger. You can't go out on your own, it's not safe. End of discussion," he said with finality.

There he goes again, acting as though I couldn't handle myself on my own. Why was I even having this conversation with him?

"I can handle myself out in the world Malfoy, I don't understand why you think I can't," I said practically shouting. "Why am I even asking you? My decision to live here or somewhere else shouldn't be your decision anymore," I continued in a quiet but harder tone as I moved away from him.

He reached out and pulled me closer to him than before. "You're right," he purred in my ear. "But it's easier to be together when you're here."

His hand ran down my back and thigh, then back up again. He continued the motion, his hand lingering where my skin was exposed. Trembling against him, I whispered, "We can still be together. I don't need to be holed up in your house for that."

"I like having you here, in my home with me. Is living with me all that bad?" he whispered.

It didn't take much deliberation to come to a conclusion. "No, I suppose not."

With his hand placed firmly in the small of my back, pushing my body closer to his, he moved his face so he could look into my eyes. "So you won't leave me then?"

I shook my head slowly, "No, I won't."

He smirked and then kissed me.

When he pulled away, he said, "I should tell you now, since you're so keen on getting out of here, that we'll be leaving the grounds tomorrow anyways."

"Where are we going?" I asked as he rolled onto his back. He looked exhausted.

"We're going to have lunch with Armand and Cecile. And afterwards you and I are going to Bardsey Island."

"No one else is coming?" I asked sitting up a little bit in the bed. With this news I was no longer tired enough to get to sleep immediately. Malfoy on the other hand seemed eager to finally get some shut eye.

"No, it's not really necessary. No more questions right now," he said as he pulled me on top of him. I lifted myself up so I could lean over him and look at his face.

His eyes were closed and his mouth was almost smiling. The only time he looked more peaceful than now is when he's asleep. I leaned down and kissed him softly. Just as he began responding with fervor, I pulled away and dragged my mouth over his jaw and neck and then down his bare chest. I could feel him grow hard beneath me as he realized what my final destination would be.

I dragged his pants down his legs and then gripped him firmly in my hand. "You aren't too tired are you, Malfoy?" I queried, moving my hand slowly.

"No," he said sharply, and with a soft laugh I brought my mouth over him.

I started out slow, but increased my speed as his fingers gripped my hair. I reveled in the sound of his voice moaning, "Yes…Hermione…keep doing that."

Once he came, I returned to my place beside him and I watched him come back down into reality. With a small smile on his face, he brought his arm around my shoulders and pulled me closer to him so my head was lying against his chest. He ran his hand through my hair and kissed the top of my head before saying, "Night, Hermione."

At noon the next day, Malfoy and I were in the study ready to leave for the Toussaint's home.

"Are we going to their home in France?" I asked.

"No, we're going to their loft in London. It's where they live most of the time," Malfoy replied as he walked over to me.

"They live in muggle London?" I questioned, surprised.

"Yes, but the building they live in is owned by a wizard and only people of the magical community can live there…now we can't stay to chat long after we eat. I want to get to Bardsey Island while there's still plenty of daylight left," Malfoy said as he wrapped his arm around my waist getting ready to apparate.

"That's fine with me," I replied.

I expected we would leave right then, but he continued staring down at me with an unreadable look on his face.

"What're you doing, Malfoy?"

He seemed to snap out of his gaze a little saying, "Nothing…I just…you just look nice today, Granger."

This hesitant, babbling version of Malfoy was a little disconcerting. I couldn't understand why he was particularly enamored by my appearance since I didn't look especially different from any other day. I was wearing a nice outfit, but I was always dressed well since he only supplied me with expensive clothes.

I figured he wasn't telling me exactly what he was thinking, but I let it go saying with a coy smile, "Thanks, Malfoy. We're going now, yeah?"

"Yes, of course," he replied and we apparated.

The crack of apparition when we landed in a foyer must have notified them of our presence because Cecile entered the foyer immediately after we arrived.

"Draco, Hermione, I'm so glad you guys could come," came Cecile's chipper voice from behind us.

We turned around and Malfoy stepped away so he wasn't flush against me, but to my surprise, he kept his arm draped lightly around my back.

"Thanks for having us," Malfoy replied.

"Well come on in, Armand is in the living room," she said and she turned around to lead us further into her home.

The adjoining room appeared to be a common sitting room, with a fireplace and a piano on the far wall. In the next room we entered, we found Armand setting down a tray of tea on a coffee table set between two large arm chairs and a couch. Their home was beautifully decorated and appeared to be in an old French style.

"Hey Draco, Hermione," Armand said when he saw us come in. "Lunch should be ready soon, you can have some tea in the meantime if you'd like though."

"Sure," I replied as I sat down on the couch. Malfoy sat on my left, close enough that any slight movement from either of us caused our arms or thighs to brush. Armand sat in one of the arm chairs as Cecile poured the tea.

"Malfoy would you like a cup?" she asked as she handed mine to me.

"No thanks," he said, so she just poured two more cups. Armand took one and she took the other before settling into the other armchair.

"Hermione you look just how Armand described you," Cecile said.

Hoping his description of me was flattering, I said, "Thanks."

After a brief silence, Armand said with a small smile forming on his lips, "There's something we want to tell you about."

"Alright, what is it?" Malfoy asked.

Armand and Cecile shared a smile, before Cecile said happily, "Well…I'm pregnant."

"That's great," I said.

"Congratulations," Malfoy replied.

"Thanks," both Armand and Cecile said, but Armand continued on, "I know it seems a little strange we brought it up in such a way with you but it's because I also want to request that Cecile doesn't take part in any more raids until the baby is born."

"Of course. I'll miss you out there though, you're one of my best fighters," Malfoy replied and Cecile smiled warmly at the compliment. "For future reference though, don't hesitate to bring up anything that's important to you. We're on good enough terms at this point that you shouldn't still feel the need to make formal requests, don't you think?"

"See, Armand, I told you not to be so concerned," Cecile said.

"Alright, thank you," Armand replied.

A house elf then popped into the room alerting us that lunch was served in the dining room.

Malfoy and I followed the Toussaint's into the dining room. The table was long, but the table was set so we all sat at one end of the table; Cecile and Armand across from Malfoy and me.

Conversation was lively and liberal. It was easy to see that for the most part Cecile was still somewhat shy around company, since she spoke the least of all of us, but every time she did speak, she had something interesting to say. She was far from dull and I wondered how Armand had ever hated her.

Eventually, conversation turned towards the upcoming raid.

"Is the raid still planned for tomorrow?" Armand questioned.

"Yes," Malfoy said before taking a drink of his wine.

"There's a raid tomorrow?" I said, confused as to why this wasn't mentioned to me before.

"Yeah," Malfoy replied.

"Why didn't you tell me about it?" I asked.

"Because you aren't going," he stated.

"Why not?"

"It's unnecessary and we aren't discussing this now," he said with finality.

I didn't want to start an argument in Armand and Cecile's home so I glared at him out of the corner of my eye. Cecile caught me eye and she rolled her eyes, mouthing, "Men" and I smiled.

The rest of the meal passed without any further discrepancy. It wasn't until we were about to leave that Armand told us anything truly alarming. We were in the foyer and Malfoy had his arm around my waist, ready to apparate.

"Before you go, I received a letter from Mathis last night," Armand said.

"What did he have to say this time?" Malfoy asked, concerned.

"A lot of it was idle threats, but he says he knows that we've been out searching for a way to destroy Voldemort."

Malfoy's eyes flicked to Cecile. "How much do you know about what we've been doing?"

There was no lie in her eyes or voice when she answered, "Nothing except that you've been working on a secret project. I assumed it was to kill Voldemort but what it is exactly I don't know and I don't speculate about it."

Malfoy nodded, "It's not that I don't trust you, I only want as few people as possible to know so there is a smaller chance of anything slipping out."

"I understand," she said, and taking her cue, she slipped out of the room.

"What does he know specifically?" Malfoy asked Armand.

"He knows about your trip to Dozmary Pool."

"Did you respond to his letter?" Malfoy asked.

"No, I never do. I usually just throw them right into the fire after reading them, and forget about them, but I think you aught to read this one," Armand replied as he removed a folded piece of paper from his pocket.

Malfoy stepped away from me as he took it and he briskly unfolded it and began reading it to himself. I read the letter around his shoulder.

My brother,

I hope you are well. I am well of course, in case you are concerned. I work as the Dark Lord's most trusted servant. My only rival for his favor is the lovely Bella. But no matter, so long as I am one of his most trusted Death Eaters I can have nothing to complain about.

I sense, brother, that time is growing near our final battle and I insist that you come to your senses and join the Dark Lord's ranks. Your foolish leader may have gained superior influence in the world up till now, but that will not matter on the battle field. The power lies with the Dark Lord and for your own good I suggest that you, and Leon, join us.

You see, I am aware of your leader's recent visit to Dozmary Pool. What can he have to do in a muggle village? I admit that I do not know exactly what he was doing there, but I am well on my way to finding out. I know he searches for a way to destroy the Dark Lord and I intend to find out exactly what he is searching for. I hope that you are not personally helping him. It would be a shame, my brother, to have to kill you, but I regret that when the time comes, I would have to for such a crime.

If you know anything of your leaders plan, I insist that you come clean and share your knowledge with me and the Dark Lord. If you do not share whatever information you have, I fear that you will not be saved when Draco Malfoy falls.

Hoping that you'll actually write back this time,

M

"There's no way he'll know what we were doing at Dozmary Pool," Malfoy said when he finished reading the letter. "And the thing is, by the time he discovers what we were doing, we'll know where Avalon is and we'll know if our plan will work. He doesn't even realize that he's wasting his time."

Armand nodded. "I'll burn this letter now, like the rest of them."

"Good. Show me any more letters he sends before you destroy them from now on," Malfoy said.

"Okay, I will. He doesn't write often. Maybe one every few months or so."

"That's alright, but who knows what useful information he might slip into his letters at some point."

Armand nodded. "Thanks for stopping by," he said as Malfoy took his place back at my side with his arm around my waist.

"Thanks for having us," I said.

"I'll see you tomorrow at the meeting point," Malfoy said and with that we apparated from the loft.

We landed on uneven ground and Malfoy and I both almost lost our footing but we managed to regain our balance together.

"We're on Bardsey Island, Granger," he said.

"I figured," I responded tersely.

"Are you still mad about not being included in the raid?" he asked as though this was absurd.

"Yes, not to mention your shoddy apparation job. We almost rolled down this hill and into the water thanks to you."

"Oh shut up Granger. I couldn't very well apparate to the other side, since there's a muggle village there."

"Please stop talking, I really can't stand you right now," I said rudely.

We started climbing to the highest point on the island. It was freezing cold and the wind whipped my hair around. The terrain was rocky, causing Malfoy and I to grab onto each other every once in a while because we lost our footing. The conditions were terrible, but there was something about this place that drew me in, it gave me a strange feeling. It was as though I could feel an ancient magic flowing through the earth and the air around me, and it became more pronounced as we neared the top of the island.

"I sense something here. Some very old magic," I said to Malfoy.

"That's a good sign," he said. I guess he didn't sense it the way I did.

We reached the top and I looked out over the rest of the island. There was a small village nestled in the shadow of the small mountain. There was a lighthouse on the far edge of the island, near a tiny, sandy beach. It was the only part of the island that didn't drop right to the water.

"Granger, come here!" Malfoy shouted over the wind.

He was some distance away from me, kneeling down brushing the dirt away from something that had caught his eye.

I walked over and knelt down beside him. There was what appeared to be a glass corner just barely peeping out of the dirt. I felt a sudden rush, I instantly knew we'd found something important. I helped him clear away the dirt, and awhile later, we'd exposed a large square of glass that apparently went down into the island quite some distance.

"How'd it wind up underground?" I asked Malfoy when the wind died down low enough for me to speak and be heard.

"The earth is constantly changing. The terrain probably wasn't exactly like this all those years ago."

"But surely that would've destroyed it," I countered.

"Not if it was reinforced with magic," he replied.

We peered down into the glass. "We need to get in there," I said.

"Stand back, Granger," Malfoy said and using his wand, he drew and imaginary square around the outer edges of the glass. He murmured a charm and with a flick of his wrist, the square section of glass detached from the rest of the tower and Malfoy let it fall on the ground beside the now open glass tower.

There were thick glass steps leading from the top to the bottom. I led the way down the stairs with Malfoy following close behind me. The stairs were steep and as we got closer to the bottom, room was constricted, the walls pushed closer together, from being under so much pressure underground. When sunlight wasn't enough to see clearly, we both used our wands to provide extra light.

At the bottom, the floor was rocky and there were bones within an apparently old cloak in a corner.

"So this is Merlin?" Malfoy said in a quiet and awed voice.

"I guess so," I whispered. It seemed proper to speak softly in this place.

We walked closer to the skeleton, which only took about four steps. By Malfoy's foot was a large stone with carvings in it. I bent down to pick it up and held it under my light so the carvings were clearer.

"They look like some sort of ancient Druid symbols," Malfoy said.

"Can you decipher them?" I asked.

"No, we'll take this with us," he replied. He turned away to look around the rest of the tower.

"Do you see anything else that might be important?" he asked.

I took my time to search the place carefully. I couldn't find anything else peculiar and I also didn't think Avalon was located here.

"There's nothing else here," I said. "And this isn't Avalon's location. I can feel it."

Malfoy nodded. "Come here, we're going to apparate out of here," he said.

"We can't just go and leave a huge, gaping hole in the ground," I said gesturing up to the opening he created.

"Fine, but we're apparating to the top. There's no way I'm walking up all those stairs."

He started to move towards me, but I apparated myself. An instant after I appeared on the top, he was beside me.

"What the hell?"

"I can apparate by myself, thank you," I replied tartly.

Scowling, he closed off the hole in the tower and together we recovered the glass with dirt.

"Okay, let's go home," he said once we'd gotten the entire top of the tower covered. He didn't try to make me apparate with him so I arrived independently in his study just after him.

"Alright let's decipher this thing," I said walking towards his library hoping to find some kind of text on Druid writings.

"Hold up a minute, Granger," Malfoy said grabbing my arm. He turned me around to face him and he took the heavy stone from my hand and placed it on his desk. "We aren't doing anything else until you quit being so angry with me."

"You know why I'm angry with you. You should have told me the raid is tomorrow," I said tersely.

"Well now you know, so what's there to be upset about?"

I looked at him as though he was completely daft. "Are you kidding me? It's the principle of the thing. You should've told me about it. And not only that, you said that I'm not going to be part of it."

"Well that's because it's too dangerous for you to be involved at this point. When you got hurt last time, I realized I shouldn't have let you fight in the first place. If you were killed or injured beyond repair, our entire plan is ruined."

Although I thought I could still be useful in his raid, I could understand his reasoning and I knew he was right to be cautious. "Why didn't you just tell me that?" I asked.

He shrugged. "I knew you'd be angry."

"Well, now that you've explained, I'm not angry. Just tell me about these things from now on," I replied.

"Why?"

"Why not? I mean, don't you –," but then I broke off abruptly. What was I saying? He didn't have to tell me anything. So he cares about me and we fuck, but so what? I realized at that moment that I shouldn't have expected more of him. I mean, did I confide in him all the time? Of course not.

"I don't know why…just forget about it. Let's go decipher the carvings," I said quickly, moving to grab the stone. He stopped me and put his hands on my shoulders.

"What were you going to say Granger?" he asked forcing me to look at his face.

"It's nothing Malfoy. I just shouldn't have expected you to tell me all your plans. I mean, this isn't a real relationship. I don't even know what I was thinking," I said, aware that I probably said too much.

"A relationship? Did I not make it clear to you what my feelings were?" he said as his grip on my shoulders tightened.

"Yes, you made it clear, Malfoy. But that doesn't mean anything."

"Doesn't mean anything? What are you talking about, you aren't making any sense. Are you saying my feelings are meaningless?" he said, getting angrier as he continued.

"No, not meaningless, just…" I trailed off lost in what I was trying to get across.

"Just what, Granger?" he spit out angrily. Grabbing my right hand he said, "I gave you this ring. Is that meaningless? I told you how I feel about you. I figured you were smart enough to understand the depth of my feelings with out me spelling it out for you, because I'm not good at that, at giving long, loving speeches. I brought you into my bed, I've allowed no other woman to sleep in that bed. Are you questioning my commitment to you?"

Commitment? Oh Lord. I realized at this point that he did in fact see this as a long term situation, not something that would be over as soon as Voldemort was gone. I still didn't want to bring up the fact that once Voldemort was gone, I would be gone too, so I skirted the issue replying, "No, Malfoy I'm not concerned about your commitment. I simply expected too much of you in terms of how you treat me and what I thought you would tell me."

"No you didn't Granger. It was a perfectly reasonable thing for you to expect," he said.

"How is that reasonable?" I questioned.

He shook me slightly with an unfathomable look on his face. "Are you daft all of a sudden? We are together, Granger. Is that what you've been trying to get at? That we aren't really together?"

"Yeah, I guess so," I responded.

He let out an exasperated huff. "We are together," he bit out harshly. "You're mine and I'm yours. If I can come to accept that you should be able to too. Jesus Christ you're difficult."

"I'm difficult?" I said stepping out of his grip. "This whole thing could've been avoided if you'd simply told me about the raid," I continued with a playful lilt in my tone.

"Yeah, yeah. I'll keep that in mind. I'll tell you everything from now on just to avoid this," he said rolling his eyes.

I picked up the stone and stepped around him to go to the library, but he caught my arm. Looking down at me, he said, "I do want to confide in you, Hermione. I'm just still getting used to this."

I gave him a small smile. "I understand Malfoy. Now we're going to decipher this thing right now. I'm sick of being sidetracked."

"Alright, you just wait here, I'll find the book we need," he said and he walked into the library.

I took the seat at his desk and I ran my fingers over the carvings in the stone. He returned a few minutes later with a large tome in hand.

Placing it on the desk, he said, "I don't normally allow anyone else to sit at my desk."

"But you'll allow me to sit here, won't you?" I responded knowingly.

His only reply was a smirk and he came to stand behind me as I opened the book, searching. He placed his hands on my shoulders and rubbed them firmly. Every once in awhile his thumbs would brush the nape of my neck, and I shivered involuntarily. I tried to ignore him, but to no avail.

"You're distracting me, Malfoy," I said quietly.

I felt his lips by my ear. "I know," he said and he pushed my hair to the side and began kissing my neck.

"Malfoy, stop. I need to focus," I breathed out but I turned my head so more of my neck was exposed to him nonetheless.

"Just say one thing, and I'll stop," he whispered.

"What?"

"Tell me you're mine," he said with his mouth against my ear.

"But you already know that," I said shakily as his hands ran down my arms to my hands which were now sitting limply in my lap.

He gripped my hands tightly and said with his mouth still by my ear, "Yes, but I want to hear you say it. I want to hear you acknowledge what's between us."

I licked my lips which were now dry, and I said, "I'm yours."

He turned my head so I could look up at him. He was smirking of course, but his eyes held an unusual mix of hunger and softness. He kissed me chastely and then straightened up and removed his hands from me.

"Now let's work on this stone," he said.

I almost laughed at his antics, but I just pulled the book closer to me and threw myself into finding the meaning of these symbols.

How much time actually passed, I didn't really know, but it felt as though we searched through the book for hours. It was difficult to match many of the crudely made carvings but eventually we had the entire message put together. The markings told of how Vivienne trapped him in the tower. He wrote of her strength that was unsurpassable, but he did not say specifically what her power was. Perhaps he did not even completely understand. It was the last set of markings that were the most important to us though. They translated to:

And where she resides, deep within the freshwater lake of Cornwall, I can no longer enter. The beautiful Avalon is forever lost to me.

"The freshwater lake of Cornwall…" I murmured racking my brain for information I'd read about the supposed locations of Avalon.

"Malfoy!" I burst out suddenly. "The Loe…it's The Loe. It's the largest freshwater lake in Cornwall. That must be the place he's referring to!"

I turned around to face him with a huge smile on my face. I had a feeling deep within me that we'd found the right place. We would go to The Loe and be certain of finding Avalon. A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth and he pulled me out of the chair and swept me up into a crushing hug.

"We found it, we finally found it," he said ecstatically.

He lifted me up slightly and then placed me on his desk. He then kissed me fiercely as he gripped my waist tightly pulling me closer to him. I wrapped my legs around his waist and his hands trailed from my waist to my thighs and he gripped them tightly.

"I want to fuck you, right here, right now," he growled out.

I moaned as he pushed his hips forward and I could feel his hardness against my center. I certainly wasn't going to complain. He could've taken me wherever he wanted to at this point.

We disrobed as quickly as we could and he pushed everything off his desk, letting it all fall to the floor in a messy pile. He laid me down across it and then he hovered over me, ready to enter.

He teased me for a moment, he was about to enter but then he pulled back when I pushed my hips forward; he smirked and repeated the motion again.

"Malfoy!" I shouted in frustration and then entered me, making me scream again.

His strokes were slow and he kissed and nibbled at my neck. "Do you know how many times I've imagined fucking you across this desk?" he growled out, following his statement with a hard thrust and I arched under him with a whimper.

"So many times, when we were all in here, that I wanted to kick the rest of them out so I could have you squirming beneath me like you are now." Another hard thrust.

"Of course you wouldn't have let me touch you then…but you'll let me do anything now, won't you?" he whispered, his warm breath tickling my skin. He gave another quick, hard thrust and then returned to his slow and even pace and I was growing more frustrated.

Gripping his hair, I pulled his face up so it was level with mine. I wrapped one leg around his hips, pushing him further into me and I said, "Shut up and fuck me, Malfoy."

With a roguish grin he kissed me and he had me screaming beneath him in no time. After we came, he collapsed on top of me and after he caught his breath, he rolled off me slightly; as much as he could without falling off the desk.

The clock struck six and he groaned.

"What is it?" I asked looking at the top of his blonde head.

"Blaise and Theo will be here in half an hour."

I stroked his hair, loving how soft it felt under my fingers. "What're they coming over for?"

"Last minute planning for the raid." With and exasperated huff, he managed to get up and start putting his clothes back on.

I followed suit and asked him, "You won't need me to come here later will you?"

"No, you have the rest of the evening to yourself."

"Alright." And when I had the rest of my clothes on, I said, "I'll see you tonight."

Before I could walk away, he kissed me thoroughly and then he allowed me to leave the room.

I walked to my room, intending to take a long shower. When I got to my room, I was surprised to see a large brown and white owl sitting on the desk, with a small package attached to its leg. When I walked over to it, I saw that it had dropped a letter onto the desk. I freed the bird from the burden it had carried and after nipping my hand, it flew out the window. I didn't understand at first how that window was even opened, but I realized that I came in here so little now that I never even noticed I'd left it open from when the weather was still warm.

After closing the window, I opened the letter.

H –

I've heard from R. He'll be meeting me at home in two days. In the box I've sent you, is a portkey. Use it at 10 PM on Friday.

He told me he has information of the utmost importance.

See you soon,

P