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Note: HUM. Kay, people are going to die in this, there is going to be swearing, and there is MOST certainly going to be terrible spelling. Alright, relax, sit back, read, and enjoy.

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  • "I don't know, how do we know you'll be loyal?" The man said, his eyes cutting down to Ron's inner core.
  • "You don't, but my word is goodI'm here for as long as you'll have me, and if you won't, then I'll work for Voldermort, it's your call," said Ron, he was good at bluffing.
  • "So, you really have no morals, and no ethicsWe need people we can trust-"
  • "You say that as if it's a bad thingall of that does make me a dangerous enemy, however, my word is good, you can trust me, I'm not a sneak- I don't need to be. And that, makes me a good alliit's your call, I'm either with you, or against you," Ron looked the man straight in the eye while speaking forcfully, but not threateningly.
  • The man's eyes searched over Ron, clearly, he was wondering what sort of weapon he was looking at, pondering it's usefulness, and searching for it's cost. At last he spoke:
  • "Very well, I believe you will be a useful asset, I will have someone contact you soon, until then, speak to no one of this, gooday." The man shook his coat out and started to leave.
  • "Oh, one more thing," the man turned to face Ron again.
  • "Yes?" He asked.
    "Your people had better be true to their word also," the man began to give Ron a sneer, and almost gave Ron a comment about how the minstry didn't do that sort of thing, except, Ron, knowing the minstry, shot the man a steely glare and trugged away.
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  • "Hullo?" Ron blinked sleep out of his eyes.
  • " There's an assignment waiting for you, go to Essex square, you'll meet your partner there, good luck."
  • "I work aloneunderstand?" An abrupt click came from the other end of the phone, Ron slammed his own down, and sighed with exasperation. For "good guys" they could sure piss a man off.
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  • Well? Where the hell are you? Ron thought as he survied the London street he'd just apperated on.
  • "Ron? Hello, Ron."
  • Ron turned around, and felt his jaw drop to the ground.
  • "Y-You! I'm working with you? Oh my godoh my god, it's been so long." Ron couldn't say anymore, he was going to be working with Harry Potter, way back from Hogwarts.
  • "Yeah, it's been a whileI've ahh -heard some things about you I'm impressed," Harry claped Ron on the sholder, there was a second when neither of them moved, time seemed to cave in, the world revolved for two people alone, Ron survied Harry he'd changed a lot, but then again, so had Ron. Then the moment ended.
  • "Well, what are we doing?" Ron asked, breaking their silence.
  • "Let's go back to my office-" suddenly, the ground dissolved, time was rushing and space was niether dark nor light. Ron had mentaly named this in-between apperation place "Chaos".
  • Suddenly everything fell into place, Ron and Harry were standing in a messy office, Ron felt himself choke, two apperations in one day were not his idea of fun.
  • "So, alright, here's the dealyou okay? I hear some people get dizzy from apperations-"
  • "I'm fine, and no, I don't get dizzy from apperating," Ron snapped, feeling the dirty floor underneth him slip and roll with a nausiating rythme.
  • "Good. Anyway, we have a traitor, we don't know who, but we think they're either a hit wizard or an auror-" Harry sat down in his chair, Ron remained standing.
  • "Either way, it's joba junior officer, or senior?" Ron asked, Harry's eyes flashed, he looked furious.
  • "Probably a juniorI hate turncoats, there's nothing worse then that," Ron eyed Harry causiously, Wormtail had betrayed Harry's parents, little wonder he hated the of a traitors so much.
  • "Well, better then a senior, it's always harder to pin the well established ones down, they've got more friends and people tend to take it harderhow'd you get the news?" Ron asked, turning over an empty trash can and perching himself on it.
  • "Another traitor, from their sideshe is dead now," Harry said, his voice angery and bitter.
  • "Who was-" Ron started, but Harry cut him off.
  • "I don't know who it was," there was a slightly strained tone in Harry's voice that told Ron he was probably lying.
  • "Okay, well, I suppose it's not really important, so, what are we doing?" Ron asked carefully.
  • "You are going to stay in contact with me, I want you to go back to Voldermort," Ron felt his stomache lurch, and wasn't from apperating, "Any of our spys who report you will be told of your mission, hopfully, the traitor won't" Harry stopped suddenly, Ron was looking at him oddly.
  • "I don't want to be in contact with that-thatVoldermort, anyway, I think your plan has some holes in it."
  • "Yeah? Like what?" Harry asked, there was challenging note in Harry's words that didn't like.
  • "Well, what makes you so sure any of them would risk reporting me? Voldermort keeps pretty good tabs on all of his circlesand of course, you'd have to factor in the little problem that the traitor might turn me in anywayI don't know who's a spy and who's not, and, if you tell me and I warn them, how can I be sure I haven't told the traitor? I think, we should find a spy we know for sure is stable, one hundred and sixteen percent loyal and watch Voldermort via them, or, of course, you could just give all the suspects a good dose of Ver-Vertas- that truth telling potion, whatever it's called."
  • "I see your point, and we can't give them all Veritaserum, it would raise too many questions, anyway, there's no way we can force people to take it-legalyand unless I'm far mistaken there'd be a fair few who wouldn't feel comfortable taking ithowever, your first idea is quite promising, I'll look into it, Weasley." Ron jumped, Harry had never called him "Weasley" in fact, the only peopled who had ever called him that were Malfoy and Snape, and maybe few other deatheaters, mostly people called him Ronald, or Ron, though the latter was rare nowadays.
  • "How can I contact you?" Ron asked, deciding to try and end the conversation.
  • "You can't. I'll find you if I need to contact you, anyway, I can't think of a reason in which you'd need to,"Harry said, was it Ron's imagination or was Harry more arrogant then he remembered?
  • "What if I get a lead? What if I need help? There are plenty of good reasons, or do you want me to apperate right here in your office when you're in the middle of screwing your secretary?"
  • Harry roled his eyes in disgust, but he seemed to get the point because he scribbled something down on a scrap of paper and handed it to Ron saying: "Fine, here, call this number, it's my portable, always with me," he put his hand to his belt to emphasize.
  • "Thank-you, and gooday, Potter,"Ron said curtly, not liking the oddness of the 't' sound, then he disapperated, glad to get away from the man he used to call 'Harry'.
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Okay! That's it!!! There's the beginning of "The boy who lived" yeah, okay, so there wasn't any swearing, and nobody died, but those things WILL happen!!! Anyway, this is more of a lead up to the next part, which I really, really, REALLY hope turns out to be interesting. Please review this, I love getting reviews, oh, and suggestions for the plot and all that are perfectly welcome too. And THANK YOU FOR READING THIS!!!