Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, J.K. Rowling does, I am not claiming to own these characters, 'cause J.K. Rowling would sue me. And besides, nobody would buy it for one milisecond.
Note: I'm sure I really want to write a note, all my notes become contradictions once I start writing, oh well, I can promise one thing: Bad spelling [with a capital B]. Enjoy.
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"Weasley, I've got a nameWeasley?" Harry's voice came across the phone line in an exilharated whisper.
"Huh?" Ron moaned, When do these people sleep? Wondered Ron angerly.
"Weasley," Harry gave a condensending sigh, "Why are you always sleeping? I can't properly work with someone who's always half asleep."
"Oh shut up, it's not my fault our body's have a natural way of eluding realityanyway, I'm awake nowyou have a name?"
"Yeah, I doYou ever heard of Simmon Lewis?" Harry gave a meanful pause.
"No."
Harry made an exasperarted noise that sounded like "Urgh!"
"Sorry, I don't really know anybody, I just workalthough 'Lewis' does sound vaugley familerwhat does he do again?"
"He's supposed to be one of our spies on Voldermorthe's got training as a hit wizard, we should approch this with extreme caution, what do you think?" asked Harry, his voice sounding anxious.
" So, your double agent double crossed you, eh? Hmm, I don't think we really need to get be too carefulhe still thinks he's safe?"
"Yeahbut-" Harry sounded slightly confused, then suddenly he said "Oh, we could set him up you mean?"
"Exactly, but he can't see me, if he's a deatheater, he'll recognize me and figure something's up," said Ron, pulling a black sweater over his night shirt.
"Fine, I see no problem with that, I'll get him to meet with me somewhere and you cover the exits, got it?"
"When? And where?"
"Dunno, a bar or something, he won't know what hit him, we can do it tonight, I'll fix everything up, you just apperate in my office tonight at seven, any problems?" Harry's eyes shone.
"No, should I bring anything?"
"Oh no, none of that , erequipment I hear you're so skilled with-just some arms and maybe.no, that should be all, kay?" Harry said, doing a very bad job of hiding the disgust in his voice.
"You sure you don't want me to bring my black bag?" Asked Ron, wondering mischiviously if Harry was one of those squmish people who were edgy about his 'playing doctor' (a term one of the deatheaters had used.)
"Nono, no need, af-after all, what would you really need it for?" Harry asked, his voice rising just the slightest octave.
"Are you sure, Harry? There are many uses for my bag like carrying things," Ron said coyly.
"You idiot!" Harry hissed furiously, Ron smiled to himself.
"Ooh, touchy touchy, but don't worry, I won't bring my stuff, there's no need to think about what I do," Ron reasured Harry, his voice full of bitterness.
"Good, I'll see you tonight then." Harry said, sounding like he had regained his composure, he hung up.
Ron turned his cordless off, Jesus, thought Ron, running a hand through his red hair, why on earth do I do this?
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Ron apperated in Harry's office at seven o' clock sharp.
"Good, you're on timeI can't stand people who are late," said Harry, entering through the door, Ron noticed his wand was in his hand.
"Well? What are we doing?" asked Ron, wishing he hadn't given Harry so much rope at the beginning.
"We're taking my car to a night club, any problems," it wasn't a question.
Ron followed Harry out of his filthy, poorly lit office, past an empty reception desk, and out onto a damp parking lot.
Harry walked over to the only car there, an old slightly battered Honda, put his key in and opened the door for Ron.
"Nice car," Ron smirked.
"Shut up, Weasley," Harry said irritably, slamming his door, a very ugly look on his face.
"Sorry, it's not that bad, non descript is a good thing, is it actually yours?" Ron asked delicately, seeing that this was obviously a sore spot.
"Well, sort of, the minstry insisted I get something er- mundane, if you get what I mean," Harry said, relaxing a bit.
Harry started the car, and backed out, leaving the light of the street lamp behind.
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"WELL - WHERE IS THIS GUY?" Ron yelled over the music.
"WHAT? -OH, HE SUPPOSED TO BE OVER BY THE BAR!" Harry shouted back, and started to push his way rougly through the crowd of people, Ron followed, apolgizing in Harry's violent wake.
"He won't even know what hit him." Ron shuddered suddenly, remembering Harry's words. It wasn't fair, these people, who didn't know where they belonged, they were punished just because they couldn't throw themselves at one leader. Ron sighed, the only reason he himself had survived was beacause he had always been totally straight up about what he was for, he could also keep his mouth shut.
"WEASLEY! HE'S OVER THERE, THE GUY IN THE SECOND LAST SEAT? YEAH-HIM, STAY OUTTA SIGHT!" Harry yelled in Ron's ear.
Then he slipped away, leaving Ron to watch in dismay as Harry sat down beside Lewis. Ron moved over into to a deserted corner of the room and pulled out his wand. Then, while being careful to conceal it with his sleave, he muttered a few well chosen words, and casted his favourite bugging spell.
A small, dull light the size and shape of a cotton ball burst out of the tip of his wand. Ron gave it a slight flick and watched the ball bounce over the crowd in a high arc, picking up bits of conversation as it went. Finaly it skittered under Harry's stool.
"So" Harry's words were lost in static noise, Ron twitched his wand slightly, trying to get his bug in a better position.
"No, Mr. Potter, I didn' know there's a traitor with th' Deatheaters, do ya know who it is?" Ron felt sick, "Learn how to speak fucking English!" He knew this man, he'd met Lewis once before, he wasn't a bad person, probably just fed up, like Ron was.
"Yes, in fact, Lewis, we do know who the traitor isdo you?" Harry asked, his voice sounded harsh and meancing.
"N-no, I wouldn' know, there's lot's of people there, you don' normaly know who else is there, so"
Suddenly, there was a flash, "EXPELLIARMUS" Harry's voice could easily be heard over the crowd.
Several people screamed as Lewis was thrown against the wall. Ron jumped up, taped his wand to retrive the bug and shot toward the bar, knocking confused people out of the way as he went.
"HARRY!" Ron yelled, Lewis jumped up, his eyes wide, quickly he dashed through a door. Ron heard Harry curse and go after him, "COME!" He bellowed at Ron and threw the door open.
Ron didn't hesitate, he was out the door and into the dank night in a flash.
It was a back door, it opened into a back ally that was bathed with eerie green light. "I'm going that way, you take the other side," Harry said and ran off.
Ron dodged trash cans and crates, occasionaly he heard sounds. Suddenly, he stopped, it didn't seem real, more like a game, or a nightmare. Then, something ran straight into Ron. Insticitvely, Ron grabed onto it, hard, the world came crashing down and Ron landed on his side, music was pulsing from somewhere, and green and orange lights swirled crazily when Ron shifted to see who he had a death grip on.
"I'll come quietly," said a voice, Ron got up, suddenly he heard another voice shouting hoarsely "WEASLEY! WHERE ARE YOU! I THINK THE SON OF A BITCH GOT AWAY!" Ron and Lewis looked at one another for a moment, Harry will distroy him, Ron suddenly realized, there would be no mercy for any traitor caught by Harry.
"Lewis" Lewis looked at him, " stun me, and run like hell." Lewis looked at him for a second,
"You sure man?"
Ron nodded, "Thanks manI'll pay you back someday, I swear it," Lewis breathed and raised his wand.
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"Ron? You okay?" Harry's voice was filled with a mixture of trimph and hate.
"Uh yeah, the guy stunned me, I think-" Ron stopped, Harry had Lewis hand cuffed and gagged.
"Wh-" Ron started.
"I heard running, found you stunned and ran the guy down into a dead end," Harry smiled nastily at Lewis. "You won't be handing over anymore lives, traitor," he spat.
Ron's stomache lurched, Harry was ruthless, utterly detached and really, no longer human, it seemed.
"What are you going to do with him?" Ron asked pensively.
"Interrogate him, make sure he has absolutely no defenses left, strip his mind of everything, and make sure he never sees the light of day again," Harry said, looking at Lewis with revoultion.
Ron felt a lump form in the back of his throat as he watched Lewis's fearful eyes flicker about.
"Do you require anything else from me?" Ron asked stiffly, figuring that if he wasn't needed, he could go and try to solve his problems with some sort of illegal sustance.
"No, you can go Weasley," Harry said, still eyeing Lewis, as if he was silently daring him to try and make an escape.
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Thanks for reading! Although it's not over yet. There is going to be one more part to this series, also, I'm terribly sorry if you think these characters are offafter I'm done "The Adventures of the Last son" I'm going to do prequills [or sort of, you'll see] and it'll explain lot's of things. Anyways, please review this, feed back is the best sort of payment [well, other than money, of course] ;0)