Hi guys, sorry this is late. I do have Chapter 11 written, so there shouldn't be a gap like this again, for awhile.

I'm not seeing much interest so please let me know if I should continue it or not. Even if you hate, please give me a few pointers.

Anyway, this is where the story really picks up so, enjoy.

Chapter 9

Stuff started hitting the fan on a Thursday night, two weeks into the school year.

Jem had a mission. She was supposed to locate Alastor Moody, trail him for a day, and find the Order's headquarters.

The Dark Lord had decided that the war should pick up the pace. He was losing resources and was growing quite bored. He was also impatient to start his other plans.

The Dark Lord was planning a raid on the building where the Order was stationed, wiping out most of their resources. He also wanted to scare the old, twinkle-eyed wizard.

It was simple. Jem had had much harder missions before, and fewer Order members would be on guard, as many of them were professors away at Hogwarts.

The day started well. She was able to trail Moody to his work at the Ministry and gain information that the spies in the Ministry had not found. Like that Dumbledore had made many recent trips to Azkaban lately. She made a mental note to get her father allied with the dementors very quickly.

Jem followed the auror to lunch. After Apparating, they walked 15 miles to his home, where he unlocked 100 locks. This was another piece of information that she could exploit.

The Death Eaters had been trying to make him as paranoid as possible so that he would look like nothing more than a crazy old cook to the people on the Order's side.

He only ever ate at home, and only ate fresh meals that he had prepared himself.

It was actually funny to watch. He went out to get fresh eggs from his chickens, after checking them and each one of their eggs over for spells. He then picked his own vegetables, once again making sure they weren't poisoned.

Each kitchen tool he used had to be scanned first. One of them had a speck of "Mysterious dust" and he quickly made it disappear.

Before leaving his house again, he locked 77 locks on the front door and 33 on the front gate. He then walked 15 miles to Apparate, hoping that he would not be traced. Finally, after all of that, he made his way to the Order meeting.

This time, her location spell was thrown off. She had expected Moody to Apparate to three different locations before Apparating to the Order to ward off followers. However, he only did it twice, and she waited for a long time before realizing that he was at his destination.

Jem had to quickly and quietly run after him, undoing and redoing wards that had been placed on the street.

Most wizards would have been thrown off by this, but Jem found it comical, and somewhat fun.

She encountered a problem when suddenly Moody disappeared. She cast a stronger disillusionment charm and went to check it out.

He was gone. She could not smell, hear, feel, sense, see, or taste him. Yes, she was so desperate that she licked the ground for about ten minutes.

Suddenly she remembered the Fidelius charm. Looking at the two houses in front of her, she saw only number 11 and 13.

Pushing her magic further, she could sense that there was magic emanating from the small space between them, so muffled that it was nearly imperceptible.

Sloppy fool, he couldn't even make sure that he covered the whole area with the charm, she sneered in her head.

Carefully, she began going through all of the wards until the house emerged. One thing people often overlooked about the Fidelius charm was that if you knew it was there, and if you could imagine it very clearly, you would be able to see it.

One tiny line, about a quarter of a millimeter wide, allowed her to glimpse the building.

She took out her fusion to send her father the location of the house, and quickly sent the message.

Her mission was to strictly find the headquarters, not to stay and spy on the meeting, so she turned to leave.

What she did not know was that Snape had asked Dumbledore to place a spell to prevent and track enemy transmissions. Therefore, when she sent the message to her father, it was blocked and an alarm was set off.

Lights flooded the yard. Jem swung herself up into a tree, where she silently climbed upwards and jumped to the roof of House 13.

"Who's there?" a deep voice boomed. She smirked. Did they really think she would answer them?

"Come ou', come ou', wherever ye are," mumbled a drunken voice.

"Shut up Mundungus, I'm trying to listen," snapped a young female voice.

"Hahaha, Tonks, you can listen without trippin', hahaha," Mundungus slurred.

"Would somebody get him out of here?" Moody asked.

There was a thump and some hushed movements. Then it went silent, and Jem tensed.

She sensed a scanning spell, cursing furiously in her head. She needn't have worried; her magic was so strong that even her hasty covering spell made it look like there was only a squib on the roof.

"A Squib? I thought the Dark Lord killed Squibs," a puzzled male voice said.

"Constant vigilance! Expect the unexpected!" Moody barked.

Jem suddenly had a thought. If she could keep up the Squib identity, she could be "persuaded" to join the other side. She would gain valuable information and get back home no worse for the wear.

While the enemy talked, Jem vanished the many fusions and other weapons on her body until that she was left with only two knives.
Well, actually, she hadn't vanished them but sent them to a place in southern Africa. They were tied to a portal, which would activate whenever she rubbed the ring on her finger. The ring was invisible and could not be removed by anyone but herself. This way, she could get her weapons when the time was right, and not have them taken away.

While the fools were talking, she sent the magic trace of a lowly Death Eater down the street to explain how the wards had been set off.

Quickly, Jem changed her appearance so that she looked like a 13-year-old girl with mild acne, mousy brown hair, and dull blue eyes. She also shrunk herself a little bit.

A net came in from behind her, encircling her arms and legs. It lowered her to the ground gently before releasing her. She bolted towards the street before having a Stunner shot at her. She narrowly dodged it but fell to the ground, making it look as if she had been Stunned.

"Oh the poor dear," a motherly voice crooned after Jem had allowed herself to be turned over.

"It looks like whoever was with her bolted after the alarm was set off," another said.

"Let's get her inside before anybody else comes," Moody ordered. "Dumbledore, sir, will you do the honors?"

Jem opened her eyes to an almost imperceptible squint. Through it, she saw a tall, silver-bearded man striding towards her. He murmured, "Enervate," and Jem felt a rush of energy. She slowly blinked her fake blue eyes open. He crouched down on the ground beside her, offered her a kindly smile, and said, "Welcome to Number 12, Grimmauld Place."

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