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Montague and Nott left shortly after the women they had been consorting with left. When things seemed clear they left and with a pop they were at their tents throwing shit together to get to Hogsmeade. Nott was a little too happy whistling and such, driving Montague mad, "Would you stop that insufferable noise?"

Nott chuckled, "Sorry mate can't be helped."
Montague rolled his eyes as he threw some more stuff into his bag.

When they arrived in Hogsmeade it was like Death Eater city. Snape was sitting in some small house drinking a butter beer when they entered.

Seeing it was them he said, "I assume that the woods you left are Potter free."

Nott, and Montague nodded as Nott replied, "Yes, we checked before and after the departure of Flint and Parkinson Jr."

Snape nodded, "Good, How bout the snatcher situation in that area? The dark lord is growing very displeased with them."

"That situation is very much contained," Montague said crossing his arms over this chest.

Snape nodded looking back at the book he was reading, "Very nice, you didn't miss anything important other than Marcus and Parkison jr. almost being killed by the Dark Lord earlier tonight. Evidently you two didn't want to raid a muggle night club bout 10 kilometers from here. Word caught wind that they wanted to go back to the night club with a couple more Death Eaters. The Dark Lord found out, and pulled them in front of a rather large congregation.

You have a choice of Malfoy, Zambini, and Goyle, or Warrington, Gates, and Quade. Each one of you pick one and go off to your sleeping quarters."

Montague took the one with Malfoy while, Nott took Warrington and they went their separate ways. Montague entered the small house heading immediately upstairs. All the bedroom doors were closed except one. Montague figuring that it was his entered the room and emptied his pockets. Satisfied he then stripped down to his boxers and got into the bed. It was cold, but soft Montague thought as he drifted off to a dreamless slumber.

That day was strangely calm, Angelina mussed as she sat at the kitchen table sipping tea. Katie was cooking breakfast,Oliver, Lee , Dean and Alice were playing some game. George and Fred were sleeping in, but things felt surreal sitting there. Angelina sighed stirring her tea, she knew that they were safe right now, but for some reason she couldn't shake the feeling that something wicked was about to come their way. Angelina left the kitchen to go back up-stairs to see Fred.

He laid there in bed his eyes closed passed out. Angelina smiled as she put the cup of tea down on the side table next to the small bed. She had no idea how the both of them fitted. She sat down and kissed his forehead causing him to stir. Opening his eyes to see that it was her he smiled and opened his arms. Angelina got into the small bed and curled up with him her head resting on his chest. His heart pounded in her ears as he kissed the top of her head.

"Today feels like the end, doesn't it?"

Fred smelt Angelina's hair, it smelt of lavender "No, I think it feels like another day of waiting, and love making."

Angelina sat up and hit Fred, whom shrugged, "I can't help it honestly, I'm a bit addicted if you want to know the truth."

Angelina laughed kissing him as he said, "You smell like you could use another shower," wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

Angelina shook her head laughing at him nonetheless.

Montague was in the shower letting the water wash over him. It felt nice, not as nice as his shower in his manor but it would do. He was enjoying the water when there was a knock on the door. Montague pretended not to notice it, until the individual banged again. Montague turned the tap off, grabbing a towel he opened the door. There Snape stood in his usual annoying demeanor.

Montague dripping wet looked at the older man annoyed, "Have you nothing better to do then come peeping in on me while I shower?"

Snape snorting told Graham, "Don't flatter yourself, I'm only here to tell you that you need to get your papers in order."

Montague whom got another towel and was running it through his hair looked at Snape as though he was crazy, "For what, I have no intentions of dying."

Snape rolled his eyes at the young man stating, "Right, well seeing as you're the last surviving heir of your estate I think making preparations isn't a bad thing."

Montague sighed stepping out of the bathroom and walking towards his room asked, "And If I don't?"

Snape not following behind Montague called out down the hallway, "Do as you please, your appointment it at 3 pm."

With that Snape turned and left the younger gentleman to think. Montague rubbed his hair furiously, was it really coming down to this. Once he dressed he went down stairs where the rest of the idiots he lived with were.

Crabe and Goyle were playing cards making a racket. Montague took a seat taking a liquorish wand from off the table. He bit into it and after a while he had them deal him in. Round quarter to three, Montague stood and exited the small cottage. There were Dementors, Death Eaters, and Wolfs stalking about. Montague nodded to a lot of them as he opened and went into Snape's cottage.

There were quite a few others sitting their. Montague nodded to them as well as he sat and waited until the person in front of him to come out. He didn't have to wait long because the Malfoys exited the room, Malfoy senior nodded to Montague. Montague nodded back as they exited, Malfoy's mother was a little teary eyed.

An old man that Montague had meat before a long time ago came out of the room to greet him, "Mr. Montague."

Montague stood and entered the room followed behind the older gentleman back into the room.

Angelina and the whole gang were laughing as they played a game of exploding Snap. Angelina missed times like these. Compared to now potions homework, pimples and quidditch practice were child's play.

Fred leaned over and kissed Angelina whom pushed him away, "Don't play dirty." Katie yelled out pushing Oliver whom sat next to her. Dean got up and went to fridge that was stock piled with butter beer. He exclaimed, "Mates have you been hiding butter beer all this time ?"

George looked over at Dean, "They're for when the war's over."

Dean made a face , "What if I don't live for this war to be over! Lets drink them tonight!"

Katie whined, "Lets, I miss butter beer so much."

Lee laughed stating, "Hell ya! Lets just have a drink or two."

Fred looked at Angelina whom shrugged her shoulders. Fred sighed, "Fine but I'm toasting."

Fred smiled looked about the room at his closest friends raising his glass he said, "You lot are the best Mates a bloke could have. I'm really glad to have met you all, and gone through this with you. So lets drink to the fall of the Dark Lord, To Harry Potter, and to my sexiness."

Angelina hit him, and George smiled stating, "here here."

They drank their butter beer and continued to play as though it was a dorm party. Only they weren't going to get drunk in case…. In case tonight was the end.

Montague had finished signing things off, the little man smiled a small smile asking, "Are you sure about this?"

Montague placed the quill down, "Do I not look sure about it?"

The old man looked uneasy at Montague commenting, "It's just that these are pretty extreme choices."

Montague shrugged his shoulders stating, "Dying is a pretty extreme thing. Seeing as I'm the last living heir it's my right to do whatever I dam well please. This is what I want, in case of incarceration, in case of dieing, and in case of the prophecies being fulfilled or not. Is this all you need of me?"

The older man looked at the not very nice boy, "Yes this will be all, but know there is no going back from this. These parchments are set in stone."

Montague threw the quill onto the desk and stood. Before he exited he threw over his should, "I wouldn't have it any other way."

Then he went back to his cottage to find an number of individuals there, Boyle, Malfoy, Zambini, Nott, Warrington, Derrick and Pucey.

Montague stood leaning in the door way as the lot played a card game.

"Is this a Syltherin team reunion or something," Montague asked walking into the cottage and shutting the door behind him.

Boyle smirked looking up stated, "Long time no see Monti. How's the parents?"

Montague ignored Boyle's comments and walked into the kitchen they had already popped open a bottle of butter beer. Montague took a glass and poured himself some, he took a swig of the sweet drink.

Pucey looked at Montague from the corner of his eyes, "Care to bet away your inheritance Montague?"

Montague turned towards the group, not saying anything as he continued to drink his butter beer.

Warrington sighed threw is cards down, "I'm done."

Nott nodded placing his cards down, looking from Pucey to Boyle. The two older boys looked at each other, then looked at Warrington and Nott, "Some things never change," Pucey said looking bout the room.

Nott stretched,"Since everyone's here Why don't you tell us why you came calling? "

Pucey looked bout the room then said, "We're here on some business."

Warrington looked between the two of them, "What kind of business?"

Boyle looked at the lot of them then asked, "You do remember Bletchley don't you?"

Montague placed his butter beer on the counter, "What of him?"

Pucey sighed, "He died a while back, on auctions of being a spy. I just want to know which one of you fuckers stitched him up?"

Nott sneered stating, "You got the wrong lot."

Boyle chuckled stating, "I don't think so, considering I did some snooping about and uncovered that all of you had this wanted parchment in your possessions."

Boyle placed the flyer of Angelina onto the table. Nott picked it up, "You say you found this in all of our things. Did you find any other wanted parchment?"

Pucey snatched the parchment from Notts hands , "That's not the point. The point is that he had this flyer at his home, in some bedroom. This bloody wanted poster of Johnson that you had?"

Warrington annoyed ran his hand through his hair, "Along with a whole bunch of other ones."

Zambini made a face, "Plus that's one of the fake ones, I kept it around for a wank every now and then. It's not a crime, you should see the faces of some of those other girls on the parchments."

Nott rolled his eyes, "All you've found is a bunch of people whom have the same wanking habits."

Montague tired of their stupidity asked "Are you done?"

Boyle glared at the lot of them stated, "No, you're the last group we've asked. If it wasn't you all whom else could it have been."

Derrick annoyed said, "Look you're right barking mad, none of us gave the dark lord his name. So go molest someone else, you three have always been idiotic pests."

Pucey was about to say something when the door of the cottage opened and in walked Snape. Seeing the lot of his former students, and the tension in the air he asked, "What is going on gentlemen? Is there a reason the lot of you are sitting around here when you shouldn't be?"

Pucey and Boyle turned to stare at the ex-potions master.

"Pucey, Boyle why are you here?" Snape asked shutting the door behind him.

Pucey and Boyle exchanged looks stated, "Just visiting some old school mates before the final battle begins."

Snape folded his arms, "Funny word goin round is that you've been asking about the individual that turned Bletchey in to the Dark Lord as a spy."

Pucey and Boyle glared at the man standing from their seats.

Snape noticing the glares said, "Well let me settle this for you, I was the individual that turned Blethchey in for conspiracy. Turns out he took the hostage that was supposed to be taken in from a raid of the Order. Than he sold said hostage into the black market without a trace. He was so lucky that the Dark Lord simply disposed of him instead of making an example out of him."

Pucey and Boyle looked from one to the other as Snape raised an eyebrow faking curious he asked, "Did you not know of his transgressions gentleman? Of course not, well you better get back to your post before the Dark Lord finds out."

Pucey and Boyle glaring at Snape as they stormed out of the cottage. Snape looked about the room then left, Montague picked up his butter beer and sipped it.

Zambini yawned, "Never a dull moment I tell you."

Derrick cracked his knuckles, "Those two are a bunch of bumbling idiots. I didn't even know Miles had joined?"

Nott picked up the parchment and looked down at Angelina's face stated, "Nor did I."

Malfoy took the parchment from Nott then crumpled it up. Warrington sighed it felt like that wanted flyer was destined to haunt them until the end of time.

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