AN: Holy Updates Batman! Another update in a little over a week. It's safe to say my muse has been awakened. :) I hope you all enjoy this chapter and stay tuned for chapter 5 coming soon!

Big thanks this chapter go to both DarkNorseLady and VinoAmore. You ladies were both immense help!

"The best men are not consistent in good—

why should the worst men be consistent in evil?"
- Wilkie Collins

When Antonin set her on the ground, Hermione felt like the world was spinning. She stumbled slightly before reaching out to grip his arm to steady herself. No sooner had spinning stopped than she proceeded to lose the contents of her stomach all over his trousers.

Wiping her mouth, she looked up and glared at him. "A little notice would have been nice."

"A little-" he groaned and looked up at the ceiling, taking a deep breath before looking back at her. "A little notice would have been nice? How about 'Thank you, Antonin, for saving my life.' Had I not stepped in Weasley wouldn't have stopped until he drug you back to The Order, so a little gratitude would be nice." Though he had tried to remain calm, as he spoke his voice raised higher and higher.

"Dotty thinks Master Nino should be watching his tone with young miss." Hermione turned at the sound of a small squeaky voice. In the doorway stood a small old house elf with her hands planted firmly on her hips. "You should not raise your voice at pregnant witches. Stress is bad for the baby."

Hermione was sure she was going to witness the poor creature being harmed at the hands of Antonin but was surprised when he rolled his eyes and instead mumbled, "she yelled at me first."

The elf vanished the mess from Antonin with a wave of her hand and cocked her head to the side. "Dottie is very pleased you have arrived, but she must ask, why have you arrived early and where is Master Rue?"

"Headquarters was attacked," Antonin moved across the room and opened a cabinet, pulling a bottle of fire whiskey from inside. Without bothering with a glass, he opened the bottle and took a generous gulp. "My job was to get Miss Granger out safe. Reuben and Regulus shouldn't be far behind." He looked pensive for a moment. "Now that headquarters have been compromised I wouldn't be the least bit surprised if they don't bring the whole of the resistance here, and then have to find a new safe house for Miss Granger."

Hermione noticed that Dotty was listening intently. "Dotty will have many more rooms to prepare. Come, young miss, you look like you need a warm meal. Dotty will cook for you."

"No thank you." She smiled sweetly, "if you wouldn't mind showing me to the kitchen I am sure I can prepare something for myself."

"Dotty didn't ask young miss," the elf once again put her hands on her hips. "Young miss will accompany Dotty to the kitchen even if Dotty must levitate her, and nobody but Dotty cooks in Dotty's kitchen."

Hermione glared when Antonin chuckled. "Miss Granger, Dotty is one house elf you had better listen to. She can be quite… persuasive."

Placing a hand on her stomach, Hermione let out a small groan. She looked up when there was laughter coming from the doorway. She turned with a glare, expecting to see Antonin, but her face lit up seeing Reuben leaning against the frame. "It looks like you've met Dotty, then?"

"I have," she laughed, "I've never met a house elf that was so…"

"Forceful?" He supplied when she trailed off. "Yeah, She's been with my family since I was a child, and from the beginning, she's run a tight ship. I wouldn't trade her for anything though."

"I was caught off guard. The first thing she did was yell at Dolohov."

"Did she call him Nino?" he grinned at her.

"She did, and she called you Rue. Not very formal is she?"

"She's formal when the person she's speaking to isn't family, but she's had those nicknames for Antonin and I since before we went to Hogwarts." His smile fell slightly, "she called Liliya Lily Flower."

Any further conversation was cut short when Regulus walked into the room. "We need to meet in the study right away. Everyone else will be here soon, and we need to hurry and get Sirius out of here."

When she entered the study, Hermione wasn't the least bit surprised to see Antonin, Sirius, Remus, and Tonks already standing in various areas of the room. She quickly crossed the room and pulled her old professor into a tight hug, before doing the same to Sirius and Tonks. "I'm so glad to see you three are safe. I was so worried about you. Does this mean Dumbledore knows about your change of alliance?"

"Still not even a 'Thank you' for your saviour?" Antonin snarked behind her.

Sirius smirked when she rolled her eyes. "Dolohov, mate, haven't ever been told not to push a pregnant witches buttons? You never know when they're going to hex you silly."

"I would have thought you would have learned that enough when Liliya was pregnant" Reuben mused as he took a seat beside his friend, "Or perhaps it's this particular witches buttons you enjoy pushing so much?"

Hermione coughed, and Sirius' eyes bulged. "I'm going to take this moment to warn that should I find that you do anything untoward to Hermione, I will use the most creative spells I can find in the Black Library and won't even bother making your death look like an accident."

"That's not something you have to worry about, Black. I'd sooner walk straight into Malfoy Manor and make a pass at Bellatrix in front of her husband and the Dark Lord himself." Antonin sneered.

"Alright, if this childishness is complete, we do have a meeting to get to." Regulus took a seat behind the desk and crossed his arms over his chest. "To answer your question, Hermione, Dumbledore is well aware of the Lupins' betrayal. In fact, he called an Order meeting that's set to start a little later tonight to discuss it."

"How did he find us? I thought Roger Davies was the secret keeper, he wasn't the mole was he?" She couldn't imagine the sweet Ravenclaw turning them over to Dumbledore, but with a quick glance at Reuben she remembered, not everyone is as they seem.

"No," Regulus looked down shaking his head, "I'm afraid Mr Zabini was the mole. From what we can tell when he and Roger were making rounds around the outer boundaries of headquarters the traitor attacked and killed Roger." He sighed, "luckily the attack produced no other casualties. Once it became apparent, you were no longer in on the premises they retreated. Marcus suffered some pretty bad cuts, but he was hit the worst. Katie and Mrs Greengrass are taking care of him at the moment. Everyone else is packing things up to head here. Which is why we are meeting."

Remembering what Antonin had said earlier that afternoon, she turned to look at the man for a moment, before addressing Regulus. "You're looking for a new safe house for me."

"We have actually found one, and this one quite a bit more remote, but it's also going to take us a little time to work out how to get you there. It's…" Regulus paused and looked at Antonin.

"It's my families home, Miss Granger." she looked at him curiously, "We're going to Russia."

Within minutes of Sirius making his departure, member's of the resistance began arriving. Hermione was relieved to see that, though most of them were tired and bruised, everyone was alive. The fight had been a rough one, but luckily a quick one as well.

That night when they were all gathered around tables for dinner in the small ballroom, Regulus stood to make an announcement. "Good evening, everyone. I know that we are all exhausted after such a long day, and many of you will be heading to bed right after we finish our meal. I want to take a moment to assure you all that we have taken the utmost care in securing our new home. Reuben has agreed to be our new secret keeper and to prevent anything like the recent events from happening again, he will be going into hiding with Hermione and Antonin as soon as we are able to secure them transport to their safe house."

He paused and looked to the table closest to the door. Locking eyes with Cho, he spoke in a softer voice. "We will be holding a memorial service for Roger Davies tomorrow afternoon. He was a very dedicated young man, and it goes without saying he will be dearly missed." He took a deep breath and his usual grin was back on his face, "Alright, I've heard that Dotty is an excellent cook, so eat up!"

Later that night, Hermione was wondering around the dark corridors when she saw a shadow at the other end of the hall. Panicking, she quickly ducked into the closest room. When she heard the other person walk by, she breathed a sigh of relief and turned to find herself in a dimly lit sitting room.

The only light in the room was coming from a fireplace on the far wall. Tentatively she approached the fire and held her hands out to be warmed. It was then she noticed the painting that hung above the fireplace. It was of a beautiful woman with blonde hair that was curled and piled atop her head, and emerald eyes. She stood beside a man who was unmistakably a much younger Reuben Yaxley.

Hermione smiled seeing the love that shown in his eyes as he gazed at his young wife. She also noticed that the hands of the couple were linked, and resting protectively on the woman's very pronounced bump. She placed a hand on her own nearly flat abdomen. Her heart ached for both his loss and the fact that her son wouldn't know a loving father. While she would never regret her decision to keep her baby, she did wish the circumstances had been different.

Just as she was about to leave a couple pictures on the mantel caught her eye. The first one was of two small children standing in front of a little cottage. A brunet boy, who looked to be about 7 years old, stood straight-backed and looking at the camera. This lasted until the picture reached the part of the loop where the small blonde girl, she seemed to be about 4, picked up a handful of snow and hit him in the face with it. This caused both children to erupt in a fit of giggles.

The next picture she saw was what appeared to be Reuben's wedding. His wife was smiling ear to ear while being twirled around the dancefloor. When the couple turned, and Hermione was able to see her dance partner's face, her mouth fell open. "Dolohov?"

"Lilya made a beautiful bride." The sudden voice beside her caused Hermione to jump. "Sorry, Miss Granger." The mischief in his eyes showed that Antonin was anything but sorry. "I didn't mean to startle you."

"Your sister was married to Reuben?"

"She was," he chuckled. "I broke his nose the day I found them kissing in his families garden. I didn't talk to him for a week, and she didn't talk to me for a month. She had quite a temper."

Hermione turned to look back at the painting. "They look like they loved each other very much."

"They did. There wasn't a wizard dead or alive that could have taken better care of my sister, and when Natalya was born their little family seemed perfect." He sighed and reached around Hermione to pick a frame up from the shelf.

When he handed it to her, she couldn't stop the giggle that escaped her lips. It was a picture of Antonin looking very uncomfortable while holding a tiny baby that was wearing a soft pink hat. Seeing the man that she usually associated with nothing but death and carnage was jarring. "Do you ever want to have a family? A wife and kids?"

Antonin shook his head. "I gave up that dream many years ago, Miss Granger. A Death Eater is far from husband, or father, material. As much as I hate to admit it, what you said before was nothing but the truth. All I've ever done was put those I love in danger."

"I'm sorry," she whispered, and gently placed a hand on his arm. "I shouldn't have said such callous things to you. I'm just scared."

"It's ok, Miss Granger." He placed a hand over hers, "I promise I will do my best to keep you both safe. Now though, you should probably get some rest. Our coming journey isn't going to be an easy one."

Walking up the stairs toward his bedroom at Number 12 Grimmauld Place, Bill couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't quite right. Nothing about the raid the day before felt like it was Voldemort's followers they were attacking. Most the supposed Death Eaters were no older than Ginny. Come to think of it the only known Death Eater he saw was Antonin Dolohov, who Bill was pretty sure he'd been told was dead.

There was something off about the Order meeting they just had as well. For starters, Dumbledore made outrageous claims that Remus and Tonks had joined Voldemort. There was no way they'd join the maniac bent on the destruction of their society and the murder of muggles. He'd known Tonks since her first year at Hogwarts, and Remus had grown to be one of his closest confidants since he was also attacked by Greyback.

Thinking of Greyback, Remus would never be a part of any group that monster supported. Something wasn't adding up, but as he took the last few steps toward his bedroom door, he vowed to figure it out.

When he opened the door, Bill was startled by the man that lay lounging on his bed. "Merlin, Sirius. Scare a bloke why don't ya?"

Sitting up, Sirius pulled out his wand and quickly began to ward the room. When he was confident the place was secure, he turned toward Bill. "So, I think we need to talk."