Albus, Sam and Rose went through the list of all the registered death eaters. First they eliminated from the list any who had died. It limited their list by a lot, but not enough. Albus thought it would be good to look at those in Azkaban first. They ran down the list of names and pictures of the death eaters, not finding any with names even remotely close to Hector Donovan, or any that even looked somewhat like Professor Donovan.

Not finding anything, they went to the list he was more likely to be on, the pardoned list, which was significantly shorter. The death eaters here had held up in court, and been forgiven for their crimes and not punished at all.

There weren't many on the list, but Albus felt a jolt as he went over a familiar name.

Draco Malfoy

Suddenly everything he was doing felt like an invasion of privacy, as he passed the one person on the list he knew personally. His girlfriend's father. He looked just like himself, but younger here in some ways, and older in other ways.

Here his eyes carried a certain stress and pain that now they didn't lack, but weren't weight down by. However his face had less wrinkles. He looked younger and thinner, too thin in fact. Unhealthily thin, so that the angles of his face were overly pronounced. His eyes were just as piercing, and he had the same intelligent and cunning look, just sharper and younger.

For a moment, he wondered how Zeph felt about it, or Scorpius, their father being on a list of pardoned death eaters. Then his mind jumped to the next thought with ease. Why had Draco Malfoy been pardoned? In the history books there was practically nothing about him, only about his father, but he was a known death eater.

He forced himself to pass the name, to finish reading all the others on the list. He stopped, confused by the time he reached the end. He went over the list again. Then he looked through all the pictures again. He passed it to Rose and had her look it over.

She found nothing. She passed it to Sam, who likewise, found nothing. Albus went to the 'deceased' list. He looked through all the names. Nothing. He reread all of the lists.

"Hector Donovan isn't on any of the lists," Albus began, confusion in his voice. "how is that possible?"

Sam yawned, leaning back into the couch. "Al, are you sure you saw what you saw?"

"Completely positive."

"Well," Rose began, a frustrated look on her face "Then he should be on one of those lists. Maybe he just changed his name…"

"Rose," Albus interrupted "I've looked at all the pictures over and over again, and not one of these faces looks remotely like his."

"He could have easily gotten that fixed." Rose suggested, not wanting to accept the idea Albus was attempting to bring to light.

"But why would he?" Sam asked, receiving a quick glare from Rose. He rolled his eyes "Fine tell me what to say. Would that make you feel better?" She cut off her glare and turned away from him, now choosing a new tactic; ignore Sam.

Normally Albus would have laughed, or at least smiled at their interaction, but he was preoccupied.

"Not just that," he said to Rose "All the death eaters, it says where they are located. It would say he was here so that explanation doesn't fit."

There was a long uncomfortable silence between the three of them. Finally Sam let out a loud grunt.

"Am I allowed to speak my mind, or should I my thoughts approved by you first?" he said to Rose half playfully half seriously. She rolled her eyes.

"If you must."

"I think we all know what Albus is suggesting here." he began "Looking back on the last hour, Albus has been wanting to say that we have an unregistered death eater working on campus."

It didn't take long after Sam had said it aloud for the three to rush to Headmistress McGonagall's office. It was nearing dusk as they moved quickly, with a façade of calmness, through the hallways.

Sam wasn't paying attention when he collided with Professor Neona. Her black hair hung loosely around her face and she peered down at them with her dark eyes.

"Where are the three of you rushing?" she asked "It's almost time to head in for the night."

Albus and Sam stood frozen, unsure of how to answer. Something about Professor Neona always made their skin crawl, and blood go cold.

"We need to speak to Professor McGonagall immediately." Rose replied clearly in a strong voice for the three of them. Professor Neona raised her eyebrow, pursing her pink lips, and fiddling with the end of her long sleeves.

"Tonight," she started in a soft voice "Would not be the best…the Headmistress, she has a lot of last minute arrangements to attend to." She rolled her weight onto her left leg. "Can I help?" she asked, her warm eyes lulling Albus into almost telling her as he opened his mouth, but quickly shut it.

There was something strange about Professor Neona, at one moment she'd make your skin crawl, make you feel as if she was about to strike, and then in a second you were lulled into trusting her as if she only had your best interests at heart. Luckily he had caught himself as he remembered the three of them decided the only person they could talk to would be Professor McGonagall.

"No, I'm sorry we just need to speak with Professor McGonagall." Rose said very clearly. Professor Neona eyes held a look of interest.

"Well, I'm afraid the headmistress is very busy, so you can all see her later, and as for now you three should head back to bed." A sternness grew in her voice, and the three submitted and headed to their dorms, but in reality they didn't. Albus lead them to the girls bathroom. The three were a bit confused by the destination, they normally avoided this bathroom at all costs.

"Can we get out of here?" Sam whined as his eyes searched the bathroom.

"In a minute." Albus replied. "Kreacher." Albus whispered into the nothingness. There was a loud crack.

Kreacher appeared in the bathroom. "You called?" he croaked. Albus nodded.

"I need you to do me a favor Kreacher." Albus asked, Kreacher nodding in reply. "I need you to go get the cloak I borrowed from James. It's under my bed." There was another loud crack.

Rose and Sam stared at Albus, confused. It was only a few moments before there was another loud crack. Kreacher stood holding the silvery cloak.

"As Master Albus requested" he croaked. "Is there anything else?"

Albus took the cloak. "No, thank you Kreacher", Albus said, and with a deep bow he disappeared.

"What was that about?" Rose asked looking curiously at the cloak Albus held in his hands.

"Watch." He said lifting the cloak over his shoulders and then over his head. As it surrounded his body he disappeared. There was a high pitched giggle.

"Albus?" Sam asked into the air "Where the Hell have you gone? And please don't tell me that giggle was yours."

"It wasn't me!" Albus argued dropping the cloak so his head was visible.

"It was me…" said a voice, a girl's voice. Moaning Myrtle floated into the room, a smile spread wide across your face. "Albus Potter. Finally stepping into your father's shoes, just like James did all those years ago." She smirked as she floated around them.

"What're you talking about?" Rose asked Myrtle.

"Oh years ago…" she sighed happily "when your parents were you age. In fact, they started going around second year with the cloak. Did he give it to you?" before Albus could answer Myrtle flew through him and uncomfortable close around him. "Drop it for a moment, would you please Albus?"

"Why?" Albus asked uneasily. She giggled. "And what about my dad and the cloak?"

"Toss it to Weasley for a moment would you?" she smiled. Albus took it off, revealing himself, and gave it to Rose. "Mmmm." Myrtle mused "Nice strong build like your father. Tall, lean, very handsome." Albus's cheeks began feel warm as the grew red,

"Your father, Harry Potter" she started "He used to go all around in the school in that with Ron and Hermione. Causing all sorts of mischief."

"My Dad?" Albus stuttered.

"And your older brother. He was even worse" she sighed "Did he give it to you before he left?"

Albus stuttered again awkwardly before lying "Yea, right before."

"I thought so. I remember it like it was yesterday" she crooned swooping around him. "Whatever trouble you're about to cause be careful!" She squealed before disappearing into her toilet.

The three left underneath the invisibility cloak. The halls were dark, and there were teachers and prefects, but with the cloak it was easy to avoid them. Sam was practically in love with the cloak, crooning about how much it could've helped them in the past, while scolding Albus. Soon they were at the gargoyle.

"Dumbledore." Albus whispered from the cloak. It hopped out of the way and the three ascended the steps.

"Take off the cloak! We don't want anyone knowing we have it!" Rose whispered to Albus.

Once they were visible Albus pushed open to door to the headmistress' office.

"Albus?" they heard Professor McGonagall say "Rose? Sam?" She got up from her chair.
"Why are you all out after curfew?"

"Professor McGonagall, Donovan is a death eater!" Albus said rashly, recieivngglances from Rose and Sam. "Well ex-death eater!"

"And what makes you think this?"

"We saw it Professor," Rose said calmly "on his arm." She paused. "The Dark Mark."

She sputtered quickly, clenching her eyes shut. "I am completely aware of who I have hired." She said each word separately and clearly.

"Aware that he's a death eater?" Sam thoughtlessly mumbled.

"That's enough!" she hit her hand forcefully upon her desk. "I do not need students chastising the teachers I carefully hire!" She took in a deep breath "Now I'm very busy! Please return to your dormitories!"

The three were still stunned as they exited her office, the door slamming behind them. As they left the gargoyle gave them a shrug.

What was so important? Why was she so busy?

Sorry, I can't say it's my best work, but it's important.