Motives. We all have them, be them good or bad. It's our drive- or aim- to do something. Most

people have a motive for success. Some have a motive to publish a book or a story. Some want to get a raise on their paycheck. Some have a hidden motive- an ulterior motive. That means they have something else planned and nobody knows about it. Sometimes, that person doesn't know they have it themselves. But it all comes out in the end. Everything always comes out in the end.

~~*~~

The Russet Café was jam packed when Harry arrived. Harry headed strait back to the left hand

corner booth without any hesitation. James was sitting there, reading a newspaper as always. When Harry arrived, he put it down. The cover story of the day was 'Potter's Secret Mistress Scandal'.

"I swear to god I didn't say anything." James said when he saw Harry looking at it in disgust.

"I know." Harry said, not taking his eyes off of it. "My neighbors over-heard a fight I was having with some friends of mine about the relationship. They confronted me about it a few days ago and then reported it to the Prophet. I haven't gotten away from the press until now."

"I'm sorry to hear that." Harry shrugged off the comment. "So what brings you here?"

"I had a dream, of course." Harry said. "Why else would I be here?"

"I don't know, the coffee is pretty good here."

"Why would I come to have coffee with you?" Harry said, raising an eyebrow.

"Touché." James said. "So tell me what happened."

"It wasn't a death eater meeting." Harry said. "I'm not sure what it was exactly, only that I've seen the room before. There was a tall armchair by a fire and Nagini was sitting by the foot of the chair. Voldemort was sitting in the chair, staring into the fire. I don't remember everything he said, but it was something a long the lines of 're-enforcements coming to help them.'"

"Re-enforcements?" James said, taking out a pad of paper and scribbling down notes. "Did he say what kind of Re-enforcements?"

"He did." Harry said. "I can't remember what it was though. There were other people in the room. One was definitely Lucious Malfoy, there were two men behind him… they were big men, thick necks and that sort of thing. I can't remember their names. And that masked guy was there too. 'Mr. Nobody' or whatever."

"Did Mr. Nobody say anything?"

"Not one word." Harry said. "It was very creepy. He's pretty tall-"

"How tall would you say?"

"I don't know… how tall are you?"

"Almost 6 feet." James said.

"Well he was your size." Harry said. "He didn't have a cloak on or anything, just plain black robes, kind of like what we used to have to wear for Hogwarts. And he had one of those masks on. I have no idea what those masks are made of-"

"It's a mix of spandex and silk." James said, cutting him off. "We have a few for the under-cover Aurors."

"Okay, well he had the mask on. I've never seen a Death Eater with a mask on and no cloak. He

almost didn't look real. I would tell you he was some sort of dummy, if only I hadn't seen his eyes moving around in the sockets.

"What color were his eyes? Do you remember?"

Harry shuddered involuntarily. "Pink and bloodshot."

James took a deep breath. "He's been hanging out with Voldemort for a long time then."

"Or he's an albino."

James looked up suddenly from his pad of paper. "I never thought about that… I'm going to find out if there are any Albino Wizards." He stood up. "Is that all you have to report to me?"

"Yes." Harry said.

"Thanks Harry." James rushed out of the restaurant.

~~*~~

Harry was just about to walk out of the restaurant himself, when a female appeared in the exact same place where James had sat. None of the Muggles seemed to notice. A recorder was shoved in his face.

"Go!" Harry said, pushing it away. "Go away from me!"

"Look Mr. Potter- we heard about your affair-"

"It wasn't an affair!" Harry cried, attracting some attention from the Muggles.

"Then why didn't you tell anybody about it?" Asked the woman. Harry snarled- Rita Skeeter.

"For this exact reason!" Harry said, standing up. "I didn't want you prying into my life!" He walked out of the Russet Café.

"And what were you doing with your father?" Rita asked. "I thought you and he didn't get

along…have you reconciled?"

"No!" Harry said, walking faster down the street.

"Your partner has failed to comment on this whole subject and-"

"Good!" Harry yelled and turned around suddenly. Rita ran into him.

"Whoops, sorry about that." She said taking a step back. "Now you're neighbors heard a heated

fight between you and your friends…can you tell me what was happening?"

"NO COMMENT!" He made an angry gesture and Disapparated into his apartment.

"Hi Harry, how was your father?" Ginny asked sweetly..

"I don't want to talk about it." Harry said, collapsing in a chair. "What would you say to getting an apparition block around the apartment?"

"Well- what if there was an emergency and nobody could get to us?" Ginny said. "No, I don't think I'd like that."

Harry smacked himself on the forehead and leaned back further into the chair.

"Are you okay, Harry?" Ginny asked, coming into the living room.

"No…" Harry moaned. "I'm being attacked by the press. Are you okay?"

"I don't know…." Ginny said. "It's kind of fun getting the attention."

Harry's eyes bulged and he leaned forward. "Are you insane?"

"Oh come on!" Ginny said. "It's not that bad. The whole world loves you! You should be flattered."

"Flattery ended a long, long time ago." Harry said. "I can't believe you like this, Gin. Can you even imagine what your parents think of us now?

Ginny swallowed and paled. Obviously, she had not thought about that. "My mom- oh no. She's

going to freak!" She grabbed Harry's hand. "We have to go talk to them!"

"Oh no we don't!" Harry said. "You talk to them. I don't want your dad to strangle me like Ron

did."

"Harry." Ginny said in a warning voice. Harry shook his head.

"I've got to talk to Sirius." He said. "I really have got to talk to him."

"Oh fine!" She huffed and Disapparated.

Harry Disapparated, ending up in front of Sirius's door. He knocked three times.

The door swung open almost at once. A middle aged woman with dark brown hair opened the door. Harry swallowed, "Taryn, is Sirius home?" Taryn was Sirius's girlfriend.

Taryn leaned against the frame of the door and looked at him. "Nope, sorry Harry. He was called into work. Some emergency."

"Emergency?" Harry said. "What kind of emergency?"

"A Death Eater attack." She said. Harry grabbed Taryn by the shoulders and had the urge to shake her, but she looked shocked enough, as it was.

"Did he say where it was?" He asked, looking fiercely into her brown eyes.

"I'm afraid he didn't." She said, looking away from him.

"Don't lie to me." Harry said, shaking her once. "Please tell me where it is."

"Well don't tell him I told you, but it's in Scotland…Hogsmeade."

"You're kidding me!" Harry said incredulously. "There is no-"

"You're not going to go there, are you?"

"What and get myself killed?" Harry said. "No, I'm not going. I'm not that stupid. Will you tell Sirius that I stopped by?"

"Yes, of course," Taryn said, "But I can't promise he'll come to your aid very fast."

"Just so long as you tell him."

"Chill, Harry." Taryn said. "Honestly, you're acting like your father…."

Harry gave her annoyed look and snapped, "Thanks for the help," and Disapparated.