Author's notes: Well, it's been a while, hasn't it? Anyhoo, this twisted little dealie was inspired by this strange movie that I happened to see on the SciFi channel a while back. I wrote this part on the same weekend. Yes, that means that this is old stuff (so is Chapter 1 [hefts her notebook]), but school has made me its bitch for a while. In all honesty, I'm in class right now typing this up when I should be doing some research for my final paper in Advanced Composition.

My warnings are both in my profile and in the summary. Any others…well, I just can't remember what I wrote at the moment. Bite me.

So anyway, please read and enjoy. This is gonna get twisted, so brace yourselves. Oh, and please be a dear and review it. I live for people's commentary.

HELP ME WITH A TITLE! Much thanks in advance.

Prologue

"Incoming transmission from Agent Scabbers."

"Then put it on, for Merlin's sake!" Scrambling.

"Hold on a sec—"

"Come on, you bloody thing—" A small explosion.

"—oh shit."

"No, you fool; like this!"

"Audio fully functional."

"Why is there no video?"

"It's operational, ma'am. Just nothing to see…"

"Hush! Someone's talking!"
Silence.

"Damn it—where are you taking me?!"
"Scabbers voice ID…check. It's him, alright."

"—hey!" Scuffling and metal scraping metal. "Okay, so I'm here. Better bloody well talk or we're gonna get nowhere fast."

"Jesus. If I had any doubts about it being him, they're gone now."

"Quiet!"

"Welcome to out humble adobe, sir. We'd off you tea, but, well, you know."

"Run voice check."

"I'm on it."

"Got any reason for kidnapping me from my own home?"

"Ah ah ah…It's our job to ask the questions; you just be a good boy, stay put, and answer, mmkay?"

"Voice check is not finding anything. However…"

"'However?'"

"Well, the check is coming up with lists, not just a few. This person seems to be using magic to disguise its voice."

"Damn!"
"Calm down. He'll be okay."

"Heh. Anyone that knows me know that I am not a good boy."

"Bloody cocky little shit…"

"Not going to cooperate?"

"So it seems."

"The voice list is rapidly narrowing."
"How many now?"
"Still over twenty, but—"

"Shit. He's bugged!"

"Woah. Voice ID real quick."

"Who?"
"…Cho Chang." Pause.

"Impossible! She—"

Footsteps.

"Sorry, mate, but you know the rules. No eavesdropping."

"Oh, hell." Ragged breathing.

"I swear to God, they have to know!" Frantic. "They just gotta know—"

Click.

Bang.

Static.

Silence.

A muffled sob.

"It can't be! It just can't!"
Draco looked down softly at the brunette's shaking form momentarily before wrapping an arm around her, pulling her closer to him. Running his other hand soothingly down her back, he murmured, "It is, though. It's hard enough to even think the words." His voice dropped to a hushed, awed whisper.

"Ron Weasley is dead."