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Chapter 7
Blue
16th December 1997
Just a few days later, Tonks felt almost electric as they made their preparations for their first contribution to Potterwatch. They had tuned into the show on the evening of the full moon and been most impressed. Between them, Kingsley, Lee Jordan and one of the Weasley twins – they weren't quite sure which - had done a remarkable job of giving out the necessary news tactfully and respectfully, while still managing to keep a light-hearted tone to the conversation. Even Remus had found himself laughing along, despite his pending night of isolation and transformation being just hours away.
The day before their broadcast, Kingsley had briefed them on the main items of news for that week, and the location that had been chosen. The weather was icy as they appeared with a soft pop in the exact coordinates that Kingsley had given them, right outside a deserted barn in a field. Tonks shivered a little, her breath escaping in a misty cloud.
From the outside, the barn looked completely empty and desolate. Glad she had put on her thickest fur lined cloak, but rather wishing she had eaten more food before setting off, Tonks raised her hand and gave the coded knock on the door. Two seconds later, the door swung open and the friendly face of Fred Weasley ushered them inside.
Tonks's mouth fell open, her eyes widening. Lee Jordan was sitting in a soft red armchair over in the corner of the now brightly lit interior of the barn. He was fiddling with some complex looking machinery that was balanced on central table, that four other equally soft looking armchairs, encircled. Kingsley, who standing next to one of the curtained windows, muttering incantations, kept his focus but raised his hand to acknowledge them.
"Welcome to our studio," Fred said waving airily towards Lee's corner. A couple of large glass containers holding bright blue flames sprung up beside the chairs, making the space even brighter than it had been.
"This is… not what I was expecting!" Tonks said to Fred, impressed. "How long have you been here?"
"Only fifteen minutes or so," Fred smirked at her expression. "Surely you didn't think we'd have you sitting around on hay bales in the freezing cold and dark, did you? That would be no way to treat a pregnant lady!"
"You don't qualify as an Auror without being willing to rough it, thank you very much Mr Weasley," Tonks huffed back, crossing her arms over her chest. "I don't need to be wrapped in cotton wool, even if this baby is using my stomach as its personal fridge and my bladder as a trampoline."
"Well… we've added some facilities round the back there," Fred said innocently, gesturing towards a partition at the back of the barn and winking at Remus. "Thought you might appreciate it. Of course, if you'd prefer to rough it-"
But Tonks just flashed him a grateful grin and hurried over to investigate.
"Ok, that's the last of the protective enchantments," Kingsley said, after a few more flicks of his wand towards the door. "How's the set-up looking, Lee?"
"Seems all fine, signal is strong. Fifteen minutes until we go live," Lee said briskly. "Let's go over code names for this week."
He turned to Remus as Tonks re-joined them and explained as they each took an armchair opposite him. "We've decided that we'll change our code names each week. Using the next letter of the alphabet each time. That way, even if someone isn't able to tune in every time, they will still know how many broadcasts have taken place since the last one they heard. It will be hard to keep track otherwise, given that it could be a anything from a couple of days to a few weeks.
"Clever!"
"This one you'll be C then," Tonks said. "Your last one was brilliant, by the way. Were you Beaver?" she turned to Fred.
Fred snorted. "Absolutely not. George can take the rodent theme, if it suits him, but I'm going for something a little cooler, I think."
"I still like the vegetable idea," Lee murmured absent-mindedly while he fiddled with some more dials on his instrument. "Carrot this week, and you're definitely an Eggplant."
"Funny," said Fred. "But I've decided on Cutlass. Nothing more badass than a pirate weapon."
"As you wish, Cutlass," Lee said, straightening an antenna. "Well, that fits in I suppose. I'm Compass for this week, and Kingsley is going to be Captain. What about you two?" He turned to Remus and Tonks.
"Err... ooh, I don't know. You could have given us a bit more warning!" Tonks exclaimed. "It's hard to come up with something like this on the spot."
"Got to keep up those Auror think-on-your-feet skills now, haven't we!" Fred said brightly.
"C… Ca, C –," Tonks rolled the consonant round her tongue as she tried to come up with something suitable. "Camembert," she finished, under her breath.
Four grinning faces turned to her.
"Camembert?" Remus looked both unimpressed and amused. "You want your first ever broadcast of a serious wartime news report - in which many of your friends and old colleagues might recognise your voice, by the way - to go out under the pseudonym of a mould-ripened cheese?"
Fred doubled over with silent laughter.
"Ok maybe not, but I'm starving," Tonks shot back. "I just can't stop feeling hungry. I'm going to end up the size of an elephant seal at this rate! Especially as all I want to eat is cheese and chocolate."
"Oh wait, I've got just the thing!" Still chortling, Fred dug in his pocket and pulled out a chocolate bar wrapped in silver foil. "Replenishing chocolate!" he said brightly, handing it to her. "Recent invention. Won't last forever mind, and George insists that it loses its taste a little each time – although I can't really tell - but it should stop you passing out from hunger during this broadcast."
"You really do know what pregnant women need, don't you?" she exclaimed, reaching out for it. Then she paused, looking wary. "It is safe, isn't it?"
"Would I really ever give you something unsafe?" Fred said, in mock indignation.
She and Remus merely raised their eyebrows.
He looked more serious. "It's safe, I promise. Been tested not only on myself and George, but the entire Weasley clan. And I assure you, even I have grown up enough to know that if I gave a hungry, pregnant Auror some dangerous chocolate just before she went live on an illegal wartime radio broadcast, it would probably the last thing I ever did. And I can't kick the bucket just yet, I've already planned to be Samurai for the S broadcast!"
With chocolate to settle her grumbling stomach, Tonks turned back to the issue of her codename. "Something colourful," she mused, watching the chocolate with interest as broke off a chunk. It instantly began to grow back into a full bar.
"You could be a different colour every time you come on." Lee suggested. "How about Coral for this week?"
"Ooh I like that! Not Coral, though. Sounds a bit weedy." She screwed up her face in thought for a minute, before coming to a decision and forcing her hair into a bright, electric blue. "Cobalt!"
"Nice! Fine by me," Lee turned to Remus. "And you can be Cub."
He raised an eyebrow but, with no better suggestion, conceded. "Next time I'll be thinking well in advance for my codename I think."
"Five minutes to live," Kingsley muttered.
Lee nodded, suddenly business-like. "Ok, we know what we're doing – I'll introduce and do the casualty list, and the minutes' silence. Captain gives the update on the general state of affairs. Then over to Cobalt for some top defence tips, make sure your mouth isn't full of chocolate when your turn comes," he grinned wickedly at her and she merely rolled her eyes.
"Then Cub will give this new "Pals of Potter" idea a go, based on the limited knowledge we have of Harry at the moment, and we'll end with Cutlass, hopefully to finish on a lighter note. But it's all largely unscripted remember. Chip in whenever you like."
A tense static seemed to fill the air as Remus squeezed his wife's hand and she took a deep breath in preparation. Suddenly, she felt as alive as her vivid blue hair. No, this wasn't fighting. No, she wouldn't have the satisfaction of hitting an evil wizard square in the chest and blasting them to smithereens. But doing something productive, not to mention illegal, had brought along a surge of adrenaline she had not felt for months.
"And three… two … one," Lee began to speak a little louder as the dials on his instrument before them began to glow and spin.
"Welcome to our third official broadcast of Potterwatch, the show that tells the news as it really is. I'm your host, Compass, and wherever you are joining us from, we hope that you are staying safe and spreading the word about Potterwatch as best you can."
"Only to trustworthy people of course," Fred chipped in. "Your pureblood fanatic great aunt who thinks that Death Eaters are God's gift to humanity can stick to listening to her censured, Ministry-approved channels, and I have an idea of where she can stick the radio after she's done listening, as well."
"Indeed," Lee went on. "And that charming input was from one of our regulars, Cutlass. Also joining us tonight: Captain, and two new correspondents that we hope we shall be hearing a lot more of as well in the coming weeks, Cub, and Cobalt. Good evening all!"
"Good evening!" they chorused.
"We have a jam-packed schedule for you tonight listeners, plenty of useful information that we hope will help to keep you safe and informed in these difficult times. But first, and as always, the worst part of the broadcast."
"It is with regret that we must announce the death of Florian Fortescue, former shop owner in Diagon Alley, and much beloved by all those who knew him. Florian, who disappeared in the summer of last year, was confirmed dead just two days ago. We believe that he escaped his initial captors and has been in hiding these many months since his disappearance. The evidence shows that he put up a real fight to the end, and it is unknown who exactly was responsible for the attack, but it appears that there were several of them, an act of pure cowardice.
"The Perks family, of Wootton-under-Edge, also lost their lives this weekend in a brutal attack on their home," Lee continued soberly. "We believe it was Fiendfyre that burned it to the ground, with no survivors, another despicable act against innocent and unarmed people. Our thoughts are with the rest of their family and friends at this terrible time."
"We know, of course, that these confirmed names are just a fraction of the devastation and tragedy that has occurred this week alone, and I would like to ask you to join me in a minute's silence, for Florian, the Perks family, and anyone else, unnamed but no less important, who has lost their lives in the fight against the dark side."
Silence fell over the little barn, and Remus and Kingsley exchanged particularly sombre glances. They had both known Florian at school. Tonks thought sadly of her trips to Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour. It had been a great favourite with both her and her dad.
The silence came to an end and Lee resumed.
"Now, over to Captain. Captain, could you just give us a general overview of the situation in the wizarding world and muggle world alike, and any vital information that you think our listeners ought to know?"
Kingsley's deep voice must calm his listeners as well, Tonks thought, as it filled the little room. He had always had this effect on her, ever since had first joined the Auror ranks, and however friendly she became with him and however much they laughed and joked together, she felt that she would never be anything but deeply in awe of this man.
"Well, the first thing to say is - and some of you will have heard this already but it is crucial to inform any new listeners - that You-Know-Who's real name is now strictly taboo. Saying the V word out loud causes a serious magical disturbance and will allow the speaker to be instantly trackable. While we are not sure on the exact parameters for this curse, we do know that it is best to be as safe as possible. For those of you who have never spoken his name aloud, keep doing what you're doing. For those of you who believe, as a great old friend of ours used to say, that "fearing a name increases fear of the thing itself" – well, I'm afraid that nowadays speaking the name does a great deal worse than that. Please be sensible. Now is not a time for bravado or carelessness, and simply sticking to saying "You-Know-Who" and telling other people to do the same could save a lot of lives."
"I think we should come up with our own name for him!" Fred put in. "You Know Who doesn't quite do justice to the poor opinion we have of him, really, does it?"
"I'm not sure any words could express that," Lee said gravely. "Not within our desire to keep this clean for listeners of all ages anyway!"
"How about Mouldy Wart?" Tonks suggested, speaking for the first time. She was thoroughly enjoying this already.
"Not bad," Fred agreed. "Bit close to the real thing. Mouldy Butt Face also has a nice ring to it."
"If I may make a suggestion," Remus said, his voice steady, winking nevertheless at Fred, while Tonks stuffed her fist in her mouth to stop herself laughing out loud. "Perhaps something like The Chief Death Eater may be more appropriate. We need to remember that whatever we call him, he is a terrible and serious threat, the greatest our world has ever known. Some listeners may not take kindly to the apparent flippancy behind, um-" he coughed, "Mouldy Butt Face."
Tonks was concentrating very hard on her chocolate bar, which looked completely untouched despite the many bites she had taken of it, her mouth still twitching.
"Right you are, Cub my friend," Lee said. "Well viewers, just to confirm, we will refer to You Know Who as The Chief Death Eater in future on this broadcast, although if you wish to refer to him as Mouldy Butt Face in the privacy of your own home, that is entirely up to you and encouraged by us all here at Potterwatch."
"Of course," he went on, more seriously. "Cub is entirely correct in saying that we should not be flippant about such matters, and we hope our listeners know that our light-hearted moments here on Potterwatch are in no way intended to cause offence, rather to try and bring you a smile – even if it is just a small one - in these troubled times. We, of all people, understand how serious things really are out there."
"That's right," Kinglsey continued, resuming his own update. "And the situation gets more critical by the week. Muggles are being slaughtered by the dozen in cold blood, while muggle authorities struggle to understand the mysterious deaths that keep occurring across the country. Dementors are breeding quicker than ever and will continue to do so at an exponential rate throughout the colder months. Muggles, who of course cannot see Dementors, do not understand the reason for the cold mists that have been present in their communities for months now, and are putting it down to unseasonal weather fronts. Nor do they understand the terrible feeling of sadness that accompanies it. Depression is at an all-time high in the muggle world, and even with everything that is happening in ours, we ask you to feel compassion for our non-magical comrades who are also suffering greatly from this war, completely blind to what is causing it."
"In the wizarding world, Muggle-born wizards on the run across the country are being rounded up by Ministry officials and snatchers as we speak. Snatchers in particular are using whatever means necessary to bring them in."
"And could you give us a little briefing, Captain, for the benefit of our new listeners, on exactly what snatchers are?"
"Of course," Kingsley nodded. "From the limited knowledge we have of them, it would seem that snatchers are individuals across the country who are supportive of the Ministry's new regime, and of the Death Eaters, both chief and otherwise, but have not been accepted into either of these organisations' darkest and most privileged inner circles. They will not have the Dark Mark branded on their arm and they may be wearing any old robes, as opposed to Death Eaters, who tend to stick to their iconic black robes and golden masks. They are often people who have been otherwise shunned by society, either because of ability or status, just doing this work for a bit of extra gold, and therefore are likely to be a lot less skilled than your average dark wizard."
"However," he continued. "This makes them more dangerous in some ways. There are a great many of them and they may be anywhere, in the streets in plain sight, or in the woods where you may think it is safe to take a walk. They may resemble outcasts and runaways like many of the Muggle-borns currently in hiding. We strongly advise that you do not approach any unknown figures while out and about. If individuals should ask you for help, then of course, we would never discourage you from doing this. But please be vigilant, always, for potential traps."
"Thank you Captain! Is there anything else you would like to add?"
"Just a couple of things for now. Firstly, if you feel that you are unsafe in your workplace, stop going to work. We understand that income is vital too, but we will be sharing advice in future broadcasts on how to survive in hiding in these times. Please, above all, put your safety first."
"And finally, to those who are wishing to go abroad. Although we do not necessarily advice against this, please remember that abroad does not mean safe. We are regularly hearing reports of British wizards and witches, particularly Muggle-borns, getting as far as Germany, the States, even Australia, before being stopped by authorities, and subjected to harsh punishments. If you are planning on going abroad, do your research and do not draw any unnecessary attention to yourself. And, as it is unlikely we will be able to broadcast into foreign airwaves, good luck to you all!"
"And, for the pasty ones among us, remember to pack sun block if you're headed to warmer climates!" Lee finished. "And now, to one of our new correspondents, Cobalt. Cobalt is highly skilled in defence and will be giving you all a few tips on what you can do at home, to stay safe."
As Lee nodded at her, Tonks's heart gave a throb of nerves, but this was dispelled the instant she started to speak.
"Well, as Captain has said, the threat is everywhere," she said calmly. "One wrong move, one slip, could make the difference between life and death, either your own or that of a friend or relative. We all need to be alert, and cautious, and prepare ourselves for the worst-case scenario."
"Do I hear a hint of… constant vigilance?" Fred said, raising his eyebrows at her. He had screwed up his face in an uncanny impression of Mad-Eye Moody.
"Constant vigilance absolutely, but not paranoia!" Tonks agreed, warming up even further at the thought of her old friend and mentor. "That is a crucial difference. There is no sense - none at all - in dreading every second of every day that you may be attacked. Of course, we appreciate that some of us will find it easier to calm their anxieties at this time than others. But try and rationalise as much as you can and know that there is always something you can do to prepare."
"And what are you three top tips of the day for preparing for an attack, or an unexpected and unwanted turn of events?" Kingsley asked, nodding at her, reassuring her that she was doing well.
"Number one, keep practising your spell work as much as you can," Tonks said. "And I'm not necessarily talking about big curses or jinxes either. Even little spells, household and the like, can be useful. It's about keeping your wand as much a part of you as your arms or your legs. A lot of wizards forget how important this is, and how rusty your magic can get through lack of use over time."
This was true, Remus thought grimly, thinking of how out of practice he had been after his years as an outlaw in the muggle world. He gazed proudly at his wife, and she beamed back at him before continuing.
"Number two, physical fitness is just as important," Tonks went on. She cast a slightly sheepish look at Remus as she said this, acknowledging that in their argument of a few weeks previously he had been completely right. "A lot of us are in hiding right now, locked in our houses, losing the simple fitness we get from meeting up with friends, going for a long walk, or even just wandering round the shops. Getting into some sort of daily exercise regime, even if it is a short one, could make a big difference."
"Are you saying that I'm going to need to start doing fifty push ups every morning?" Fred groaned.
"Surely our former quidditch cup winning beater is not afraid of a little arm work out?" Tonks replied in mock horror. "But no, it doesn't have to be push ups, or anything particularly painful… just something that keeps you on your feet, keeps your blood going, and means that if you do need to suddenly exert a bit of extra physical activity, your body won't be completely unaccustomed to it."
"Finally for now, and going on from what I said earlier, try not to worry constantly that you are about to be attacked. Experiment with ways to stay calm and compartmentalise your fears, whether it is through exercise, hobbies, or talking to friends and family. Take control of what you can control and try to accept the things you can't. Worrying means you suffer twice, after all."
"Ooh, nicely said!" Fred exclaimed. "Did you come up with that yourself?"
"As much as I resent your tone of surprise… no. The credit for that goes to Newt Scamander. It's etched on the wall in the Hufflepuff common room."
She felt suddenly a little alarmed, worryied that this was an additional element of her identity that shouldn't be giving away on live radio, but a quick glance at Lee and Kingsley told her it was fine.
"Well, as a brave and chivalrous Gryffindor, I would hardly know that, would I," Fred retorted. "Although," he added hastily, "we do of course encourage all listeners to show firm unity during this time, whatever trivial grudges or rivalries may have stood between you in the past. Indeed, at the moment we are hearing a lot of blanket criticisms and prejudice towards all those who belong - or used to belong - to Slytherin house. I never thought that I'd one day find myself saying this, not when I was merrily bludgering Slytherino slime balls off their broomsticks on the Hogwarts quidditch pitch, but do remember that being a Slytherin, either former or present, is not automatically synonymous with evil-pondscum-of-the-earth-Death-Eater, as a lot of people seem to think."
Tonks nodded in silent agreement. This had been one of her own requests for some input during their catch up with Kingsley the previous day. Her mother had been in Slytherin, she'd reminded them fiercely. Not all Slytherins were evil, and people would do well to remember that.
"Quite right, Cutlass," Lee agreed. "Yes, some Slytherins have gone on to become dark wizards and yes You Know Who was once one himself. But there are many Slytherins out there just as terrified of the current situation as we are. We need to remember that there is only one real enemy at the moment, and it is by uniting and putting past grudges aside that we will have the best chance of getting through this together."
"And speaking of Gryffindor," Lee went on, "we now turn our attention to possibly the most famous Gryffindor of them all, The Boy Who lived, The Chosen One, and the namesake of this broadcast: Harry Potter himself. We have decided to introduce a new feature, one that we hope will prove very popular: Pals of Potter, in which we give you updates, theories and inspirational stories from supporters of The Boy Who Lived. Leading this tonight will be our other new correspondent Cub. Cub, first and foremost, do you believe that Harry Potter is still alive?
"I do," Remus said. "We may not have heard from him in months, but we have also heard nothing concrete about him from anyone else. They may not be reporting many of the incidents that we know to be important, but the death of Harry Potter would cause a terrible blow in our moral, and strikes me as something that they would most certainly broadcast if they had any evidence of it. At this stage, I firmly believe that no news is very much good news."
"And do you have any advice on how people might be able to show their support to The Boy Who Lived, when no one knows where he is?"
"I would advise reading The Quibbler, for one," Remus replied. "It has come a long way from the days in which it made no more sense reading it upside down then the right way up. The Quibbler has Harry's back, tells it like it is, and it may even sway a few sceptics out there. Let us not forget that it was The Quibbler that first published that exclusive interview with Harry two years ago, one that alerted a lot of people to You Know Who's return in the first place. The more people who can get behind Harry, the better."
"But don't worry die hard Quibbler fans, you'll still be able to find out if your potatoes are infested with Skollybogs," Tonks added. She had been reading the article that very afternoon.
"Very true," Remus agreed. "They say nothing kills a French fry like a Skollybog. Double the reason to take out that subscription! In other Potter reports, and while I would never normally encourage graffiti, it is heartening to hear from numerous sources up and down the country that wizards everywhere are writing messages to Harry wherever they are. He may never see them, but on the off chance he does, you have no idea of the moral boost you could give him."
"And, do you have any words to Harry right now?" Lee said. "We know, of course, that he almost certainly can't hear us, but on the off chance that he tunes into our airwaves, what would you say to him?"
There was a silence. Remus thought of all the things he would love to say to Harry at that moment. "I would say that he is not alone," he said eventually, "however much it might seem like it."
"And I would tell him how many of us are grateful to him, in more ways than we can explain, for his fighting spirit, and determination, and absolute refusal to back down in the face of something he believes to be wrong."
Remus nodded to Lee to indicate that he was done. The thought of Harry, of their last encounter and the words that had been spoken, was still a little bit too raw.
"Thank you Cub! And finally before we leave you, over to Cutlass, for a final word on how you might stay positive in these difficult times."
"Well, I would like to remind our listeners that Christmas is fast approaching," Fred said brightly. "It may not be the Christmas we all wanted and may be a subdued affair compared to previous celebrations, but that doesn't mean that you cannot find ways to make this time a little brighter! Put up those lights, wrap those presents, decorate those Christmas trees! If you don't celebrate Christmas, then why not create your own celebration of How-much-colour-can-I-get-in-my-house day? Fill your rooms with glitter and paper chains and tinsel, and relish in the idea that our dear Death Eater pals would absolutely hate such a garish display of merriment."
"Or why not take inspiration from our young friends at Hogwarts, where, we hear, random Christmas trees keep springing up in the corridors? And these do more than sit in the corner twinkling and looking pretty, I can assure you. My sources tell me that only yesterday evening, Severus Snape, who as we all know is failing miserably at filling Albus Dumbledore's mighty shoes, was bashed on the head by a particularly excitable Norwegian spruce as he patrolled past one in the corridors.
"I wonder if he is still picking pine needles out of the grease," Tonks laughed.
"As to that Cobalt, there can surely be little doubt. Maybe a whack over the head with a Christmas tree will finally encourage him to wash his hair. And to those responsible, keep up the good work, dear friends. We are with you in spirit!
"That we are," Lee agreed. "Well, listeners that is all we have time for today, but we'll be back soon, hopefully at least once more before Christmas itself, to bring you the real news. The next password will be Fawkes. For now, stay safe, stay well, put up those bonce-bashing Christmas trees (although we take no responsibility for any concussions that may result from this), and goodnight!"
The dials slowed and the lights on the equipment faded. The five of them looked round at each other. In spite of the intensity of the last half hour, they were all smiling.
"It feels so good to be doing something," Tonks sighed. "Even if it doesn't feel like enough."
"It always feels like that, in difficult times," Kingsley said softly. "Always feels like nothing you do will ever be enough. But remember Tonks, that if even one person is saved by the advice that you, or any of us gave tonight, then you have still done something. And to someone out there, that something may be worth everything."
"Aye Aye, Captain," Fred grinned.
"Was that Ginny who did the Christmas trees?" Tonks turned to him eagerly. "Sounds like Weasley involvement to me!"
"Yep," Fred laughed. "Luna and Neville helped, of course, but all her idea. God love her. To think I used to worry that she'd turn out to be a nerdy little swot like Percy."
"And Mouldy Butt Face", Tonks suddenly snorted. "That was too funny. I don't know what has happened to my sense of humour but it appears to have been reduced to that of a six-year-old!"
"I'm guessing this won't be your last contribution to Potterwatch then," Lee said, laughing too.
"Definitely not!"
"We might have a few other contributors soon," Kingsley said. "Probably less regular than us, but they are keen just the same. Hestia and Dedalus in particular. They're in charge of safeguarding Harry's aunt and uncle, and I think realising what they are like has made them all the more determined to help Harry however they can. And Sturgis might do the odd contribution too. He'll be another good one for lightning the mood."
"What did we decide about Dung?" Fred asked.
Kingsley sighed. "Not trustworthy enough to be on live, I think. But he has eyes and ears in a lot of places, and his information may be invaluable. I'll decide how best to approach him."
"So will people be able to tune in to it even now we're off air?" Remus asked Lee. He nodded.
"Only for a week or so though, to avoid confusion and possible panic if someone were to tune into out-of-date information. We'll give the same main messages each time about safety and stuff so people shouldn't miss out on the essential points."
He turned a final dial, and then waved his wand, and the equipment began packing itself away.
"I've made some adjustments to this instrument so that each broadcast will be available even after it was live, by finding the right channel and using the password. But it will be completely untraceable. This is to our advantage if someone we don't want listening manages to tune into a non-live broadcast; it makes it harder to track us or work out a pattern to our movements!"
"You really have thought of everything," Remus said, impressed. He looked over at his wife, who was still smiling, but now looking rather mournfully down at the wrapper in her hand. Her last bite appeared to have finished it off, and all that remained was empty foil.
"Time to get you home for some proper food maybe?" he suggested. "Otherwise the next piece of news on Potterwatch might be powerless werewolf savaged by cannibalistic wife..."