I'm super excited about what I'm planning to do next with this story. Please Please Please review. I use reviews to help me incase I hit a writing block. It truely does help. I've already changed the story based on a good suggestion that I got. That being said, enjoy. Chapter 10 Immediately, just at the edge of her vision, Jem made out the facade of an ancient house. It was slightly run down and had a dark aura surrounding it, but it seemed that someone had tried to cover it up with bright light magic. It was like someone had painted a wall a solid black, and then repainted it with a thin yellow coat. Dumbledore must be Secret-Keeper, she realized. Only he would be powerful enough to cover an aura, and be foolish enough to do it so poorly. Jem and her father could both cover it, and then would make sure that the job was properly done. After she had finished bashing Dumbledore, she berated herself. Of course Dumbledore's the Secret-Keeper, who else would it be? Now she had to act out the part of a frightened Squib. She plastered a frightened look on her face. To the others, Jem hoped it would seem that she had just realized her mission had failed and that she was talking to the leader of the opposing side. Her eyes welled up with fake tears, and her bottom lip trembled. "No need to be afraid my dear, I just want to talk," the old man reassured her. Yeah, and try to gain information from me before turning me into a mudblood-loving traitor, Jem thought venomously in her head. "What's your name?" "O-Olivia," she stuttered, taking on a weak, higher pitched voice. Behind Dumbledore, a red-headed woman looked at her with sympathy. Ugh, what is it with these people and...feelings? She wondered. "Well then, Olivia, why don't you come in and have a cup of tea?" he asked kindly, although Jem knew how manipulative this question really was. Accept too quickly, and she could blow her cover. If she didn't allow herself to be brought into the house, they would stun her again, and who knows what they would do to her? Jem widened her eyes and shook her head nervously. "Please, we won't hurt you, I promise," Dumbledore prodded. After a few more minutes of coaxing, Dumbledore finally got "Olivia" to come into the house. She shakily stood up and tripped, allowing herself to be caught by a handsome redhead. Being weak did have its perks. She flinched violently as he helped her regain her balance. The sympathy was radiating off of everyone in the yard. Well, except for Moody, but that was to be expected. She kept her eyes on the floor as she walked through the house, but she was already forming a floor plan in her mind of it. When they reached the kitchen, Dumbledore requested some tea from an old house elf, who mumbled responses that her father would have been proud of. She sat down, sure to make her hands clammy and her breathing uneven. "So Olivia, would you like to tell us about yourself?" Dumbledore asked. He conjured a chair and sat amongst the crowd, folding his hands and examining her over his half-moon spectacles. Jem looked up for the first time and did a quick scan of the room. There were many Order members present, with varying expressions on their faces. Moody sat across from her, suspicious as always. There was Black, stifling a yawn in the corner, a sympathetic-looking woman with shockingly pink hair seated next to him, two redheads (probably the head Weasley's, by the look of their shabby cloaks, Jem thought) looking confused, and many others that seemed annoyed and concerned. Her eyes rested for a tenth of a second longer on a couple sitting towards the back. Red hair, green eyes, and a mess of jet black hair stared back at her, so achingly familiar she couldn't stand it. Hate and relief built up inside of her. Hate because she saw how hypocritical they were, how self-entitled, how arrogant. Relief because she had been rescued from that, saved from turning out just like them. She turned back to the group and stuttered out a word that was full of inspiring intelligence, "Erm-" She stopped and glanced at the door, reminding herself to continue to do so. The pink-haired woman turned towards her, sympathy dripping from her expression like honey. "Perhaps start at-" Moody interrupted, "Merlin's beard, Tonks! She's a bloody Death Eater! If you're asking her questions, ask her what snake-face is planning next!" he bellowed. Jem cowered, pretending to be afraid. "Moody, she's just a gir-" she was interrupted again, but this time because of Olivia. "I'm so sorry, he was gonna kill me and my family 'cause I'm so stupid for being a Squib and not having the strength to be a normal witch," she sobbed. "I just wanted to do somethin' helpful instead of being a disgrace all of the time!" "It's-" for the third time Tonks was interrupted. "I only meant to do it for a few weeks, but he's so scary, I just couldn't, I don't know- my family- I need to- they're all I have- please, you have to understand- I'm so sorry, so afraid…" at this point Jem felt it was acceptable to start rambling and cross the line into hysteria. "Please…" whatever Tonks was about to say was drowned out by the screaming of a portrait in the hall, who had been awakened by Olivia's wailing. Tonks gave up and sat back in her chair with her head in her hands. It took several minutes for the Order to calm Mrs. Black and Olivia down. Black walked back in trailed by a swearing Potter, cursing about his friend's mother. "I think this is enough for one day. Tomorrow we can see about getting you and your family some protection," Dumbledore interjected, giving Potter a look. Then his gaze turned friendly. "Molly, could you get her some clean clothes to wear and a spare bedroom?" Molly nodded and within a half hour, Jem was settled in and ready for bed. When they had shut her door, she scanned the room, her clothes, and the water they had given her for spells, poisons, and other potentially dangerous things. She found tracking spells on the clothes, as well as monitoring spells around the room. There was also a dreamless sleep potion in her water. She discreetly transferred the tracking spell to a dust ball, which she pocketed. Jem made a mental note to get rid of it as soon as she left the house. There was nothing she could do about the monitoring spells right now, so she'd just have to be careful. She "sipped" at the glass of water, making sure to tightly purse her lips. Slowly, she began exhibiting symptoms of the potion, as she knew she was being watched. Once Olivia was seemingly asleep, Albus sat back in his chair, undoing all of his monitoring spells. Albus was sure that this girl was nothing special, but it puzzled him. Why would the Dark Lord send her here? What was her purpose? He had scanned her mind, and it showed that she knew almost nothing about the war, and that she was sure that she was doing the right thing to protect her family. Perhaps she was being used as a shield. He knows that we won't hurt any innocent people. Maybe he was preying on that weakness, Albus theorized. After thinking on it for several more minutes, he concluded that this was indeed the reason for the Squib's presense. Another thing troubled his mind. How had the Death Eater gotten through the defenses, especially when their magical trail had been so weak? Did the Dark Lord have new technology or a fusion that he had never heard of? He prepared for bed, these questions lingering in his mind. Back in Olivia's bedroom, Jem lay, her eyes closed but her other senses exploring the old house. She could hear a few Order members saying their goodbyes. Soon, it seemed that only a few Aurors and Black remained. She tried to breathe shallowly; the air was filled with the scent of rot and mold. Extending her magic she discovered something very unnerving. In a cupboard, where the house elf stored his things, a familiar magic emanated, so dark that it could only have been her father's. She soon fell into sleep, desperate to talk to her father. If the need to communicate with him had not been so great, she wouldn't have dared at all. Unfortunately her father wasn't asleep, so she woke herself up very quickly. What's the use of being able to talk to him in my dreams if he isn't asleep when I need him to be? They had come up with the idea of using their connection for the chance that if she was captured, she would be able to communicate with him. For the rest of the night she lay in the bed, looking as if she was sleeping. In reality, she was wide awake, mapping out the move of everything alive in the house. Please review, and tell me what you think should happen next!