Jessica woke to the sound of Luke humming. She rubbed her eyes and found the cat sitting on the end of her bed, glaring at the mirror.
"Did you do something to her?"
"No, at least I don't remember doing something. Oh, it might've been when I was growling at her and hissing. Or could've been when I was pretending to be a dog."
"You're so mean Luke." He shrugged and turned around as she began to get dressed.
"You know those Auror's are really smart and clever." Jessica turned around.
"What do you mean?"
"They figured out the one spell, but they think Voldemort is going to be resurrected in your body."
"Isn't Voldemort in your body?"
"No, of course not. Voldemort is as dead as stone. Voldemort's son is in my body." He said, matter-of-factly. Jessica looked at him with wide eyes. She was about to talk again, but Skylar knocked on the door.
"Ely, we have to get going soon."
"Okay, I'll be out in a second." She turned back to the mirror, but Luke was gone.
The information, that Jessica was told, tugged at her brain on the ride to Kings Cross. Skylar had borrowed Sirius' motorcycle(with permission) to take the two to the station. Jessica was still thinking about what Luke told her when Skylar was pushing her cart towards the barrier. She started into a dead sprint when Jessica got the guts to say something.
"Skylar wait!" It's quite hard to stop from a sprint, but Skylar managed to do so without going through the barrier. She breathed heavily and looked at the concerned elf.
"What Ely?"
"Tell your father that Voldemort isn't going to be resurrected in my body."
"Ely…this isn't the time or the place."
"Please! His son is in my brother's body."
"Ely, stop!" She clamped her hand over the girl's mouth. Wizards and muggles alike were giving them side glances. "Can't this wait till the train ride?" Jessica shook her head. "Now explain to me, quietly." She removed her hand from her mouth.
"Lupin thinks Voldemort is going to be resurrected in my old body. But he's not. He's too dead to be resurrected. They've resurrected Voldemort's son into Luke's body." Skylar's eyes couldn't get any wider. "Go tell them, use your pocket watch thingy, but do it fast!" Skylar nodded.
"Just let me get my trunk on the train and I'll go, okay?" She pushed her cart towards the barrier again, not caring if muggles saw her disappear. She opened up her owls cage and pulled a piece of paper out of her pocket. With a pen, she scratched a quick note and tied it to the owls leg.
"When you get to Hogwarts check and see if McGonagall is holding a note in her hand. Okay? I'm going to go now, and don't," She said the last word with emphasis, "tell anyone why I am gone." She pulled her watch out and fiddled with the dials. "Remember, no word of it." She disappeared.
"Dad! DAD!" Skylar shouted as she ran down the halls of the Aurors office. She ran into a few people and shouted her apologies over her shoulder. She ran to the Elite Room and started pounding on the door. "DAD! LET ME IN!" Remus opened the door instead of Sirius.
"Skylar! Shouldn't you be at Kings Cross?"
"Where's my dad, and Harry? I have something important to tell you all." She gasped out before falling into a chair. Harry walked in and looked at the exhausted 16 year old.
"What's all the commotion? I'm walking down the hall and everyone is cursing a certain witch's name."
"I think she ran here all the way from Kings Cross." Remus said laughing, and pulling a chair up next to Skylar.
"No, just from the arrival room." The door opened once more, revealing a very dusty Sirius.
"We should borrow a house elf from Hogwarts to dust that room." He looked around the room and his eyes stopped on his daughter.
"What happened? Why are you here instead of at Hogwarts?"
"Ely told me something really important and made me come. But first, who's Luke?"
"Luke is Jessica's twin, dead brother." Remus told her.
"Okay, well at the station she told me that you guys were wrong. That spell Remus translated is the spell that the Dark Side is using, but they aren't using it on Jessica or Voldemort. They have already used it."
"What do you mean?"
"Voldemort's son is in Luke's body. Luke told her…" Harry cut her off.
"How could Luke tell her stuff if he's dead?"
"Oh, well you know how I had to be her bodyguard the other day, well I set up a little surveillance camera in her room. I found out that Luke, since his body isn't in rest, his spirit can't I guess, so he's trapped in reflections. He was in here somewhere when you guys were talking about the spells Remus translated." Skylar looked around the room for reflections.
"You know what this means." Sirius said, sitting down with the others.
"What? That I better not change in any room with a mirror in it?"
"No…well that too, but we now have an inside source to what's going on."
"But how are we going to get it out of Luke? Ely is the only one that can talk to him because of her Elven blood or their sibling connection."
"Jessica can tell you what he says then you can tell us." The door opened again revealing the blonde secretary.
"Mr. Malfoy is here to see Black. He's waiting in the conference room." She closed the door. Skylar was snickering. The others looked at each other in confusion.
"What's he here for?"
"Oh, yesterday his son wanted to take Jessica to go talk to him about her mother, but I told him that she was coming with me, and he could go tell his father 'Screw the Ministry.' Then I started babbling about something."
"You shouldn't use language like that!" Sirius scolded her, but it didn't work very well because he was the only one not laughing.
"Congratulations Skylar, you get to go deal with him."
"But he wants to see Dad."
"No, he wants to see Black. He doesn't need to know that it's the younger, prettier and smarter Black." Sirius glared at Harry.
"Younger and prettier, but not smarter." Skylar picked up a folder laying on the table and whacked Harry with it.
"I can take revenge out on your only heir." She walked to the conference room, looking through the folder.
Skylar walked into the conference room where Draco was sitting.
"What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at Hogwarts?"
"Shouldn't you be at work?" Skylar asked, taking a seat across from Draco, and flipped through the folder, making it appear that she was busy.
"I am here on Ministry business. Why did you bring Ms. Ely here instead of letting me speak with her?"
"Because she had nothing to tell the Ministry."
"She knew her mother's name. That is of great importance to the Ministry."
"The Ministry doesn't have the accessibility to the files needed for this type of case." Skylar said, looking at him sternly.
"Now you listen here…" Draco said, standing up out of his seat. Skylar stood up to and slammed the palms of her hand on the desk and looked him in the eyes. If this was an anime show, lightning bolts would be shooting out of her eyes and killing Draco.
"No, you listen here Mr. Malfoy. I am sick of you, and your ministry. You do not have control over this department. If you want to waste your time and investigate something that won't even hit the presses, you go right ahead. But if I hear one word of your son or daughter asking Ely anything about her past, I will deal with them, and I will deal with you again." Skylar glared at him, her eyes slitted like a snakes. Draco opened his mouth, trying to come up with a good retort, but after that little speech, Skylar seemed to have grown 2 feet, and many years. Draco grabbed his cloak and stormed out of the room. When the door slammed after him, Skylar sat back down, somewhat shocked at herself, but still very pleased. Outside the room, she could here three distinct snickering and guffaws.
"Oh shut up you three." She scolded, as she opened the door and saw them rolling on the floor and clutching their stomachs.