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Alisabelle is my creation, I hope you like her.
They walked into another room which Ron hadn't imagined existed. The walls were of simple stone, but were decorated with paintings which Ron found incredibly interesting. "This is Ravenclaw." Alisa pointed to a picture of a beautiful young woman with silver-blue eyes and blonde hair who nodded at him from within the portrait. Ron saw that Alisa had the same nose and chin as the woman in the portrait. She then moved to the next painting along the wall, "This is Sere." She said looking at the perfect young gentleman with dark hair and the same silver-blue eyes of his mother. Sere also nodded to Ron. "This is Lais." Alisa said, directing Ron to the third portrait in which there was a smiling young man with blonde hair and gray eyes. Lais smiled and nodded at Ron. "And this." Alisa paused, "Is Alisabelle." Ron was taken back. The Alisabelle in the painting was only a stones throw away from being as beautiful as his own Alisabelle. The Alisabelle within the painting wore a lace scarf which covered most of her face except her eyes. The scarf was sheer and Ron could still see her smile.
The bright green eyes of the two Alisabelles were identical and Ron could have sworn they shared a smile. The Alisabelle in the portrait giggled and nodded to Ron. Alisa pulled Ron over to the last portrait, "This is Gyffindor." She said and Ron looked up to the man he had many times imagined. Ron saw a man older than those in the other portraits, reasonable because Gyffindor aged while his family did not until they died. He was strong with dark hair and fiery green eyes and skilled hands, "You're eyes are all the same, you, Alisabelle, and Gyffindor." Ron said.
She nodded, and the Alisabelle within the portrait spoke quietly, "We are the only three in the recorded line to ever have been said to have green eyes. All have been noted to have blue or gray. It's very strange, so many generations have past without a green eye among them, until Alisabelle came again." The Alisabelle in the portrait smiled.
The live Alisabelle smiled back, "Good evening all." She nodded to them all once again and pulled Ron through the rest of the room. "You've met most of my family now," She said to him, "I have only two live members of it." "You're mother and father?" Ron asked. "Yes, but let's not speak of them now. What did you think of Gyffindor and Ravenclaw and the others? I'm afraid they're not very talkative, other than Alisa, they usually ask me to leave after just a moment." She said. "They seemed. Like good people, and certainly not very talkative. Alisabelle seemed. very much like you." He said.
"Thank you. She was quite a person. I only wish I could be more like her." Alisa said.
"I'm sorry I have to ask, but how is it possible that they all died?" Ron asked.
"Elves are not invincible, Ron. Full-blood elves will live forever until they are struck down, though most wounds mean nothing to a full-blood elf. But elves have been breeding with other forms of beings for thousands of years. Each half or less elf usually lives about as long as a normal being does, however they do not age. They can still be struck down, however. Ravenclaw was struck down by a curse of terrible power. No one is even sure who cast it or why. Some say it was Slytherin, others say it couldn't possibly have been him. No one knows for sure. Sere died in a war between the elves and the dragons. Lais died of age and Alisabelle, they say, died of beauty." Alisa told him.
"Died of beauty?" Ron asked.
"It's a legend that Alisabelle was so fair, no man could look at her without falling madly in love. So they covered her face, hence the scarf you saw upon her in the portrait. This allowed her to choose a man who loved her for her, not her beauty. She chose Hector. The legend has it that Hector died when he was just 55 and Alisabelle was left alone. Men courted her and she mourned over her husband's death. Men wanted her and wanted her for her beauty until she could take it no more and killed herself. So the legends say, at least." Alisa said as though she didn't believe it.
"You don't think that's what happened?" Ron asked.
"It's doubtful. She mourned, surely, but kill herself? I cannot imagine. Perhaps she moved into a quiet forest and finished her days there. I am never certain." Alisa was grim for a moment, then smiled, "But on to more pressing manners." She took his hand and pulled him into another room. Ron immediately recognized it to be the room near the Gyffindor common room, "We're back." Alisa smiled. Ron smiled back, wondering how they had made it back to the same room without going down another staircase to reach the same level. He didn't ask and was unsure what to do. Then he got an idea. He pulled her close and kissed her deeply. She immediately responded by place one hand on his hip and the other on his back. He touched her face and slipped his hand once more under her shirt. Kissing wildly, Alisa pressed her body up against his and he felt that light fluttering within him once again. How could one girl make him feel so amazing with just a kiss? He wondered, but did not care to look for the answer. She pulled him down onto the bed.
Surprised but entranced, Ron continued kissing her, rubbing her back. The wings within him beat to the rhythm of his heart and he wondered if the wings he felt were Alisa's heart.
They kissed there for not too long before Alisa pulled away, she licked her lips and said, "I'm afraid Dumbledore is waiting for us. There's much to talk about." She took his hand and lifted him from the bed. She pulled him out another way and through the corridors within the walls until they stepped out from behind a tapesty near Dumbledore's office. They walked up the staircase to his office.
Snape, Draco Malfoy, Dumbledore, Harry, and Hermione were all waiting there for them. "You're late." Snape said.
"Only because you were waiting." Alisa said and smiled at him, and he, to everyone's surprise, smiled back.
"Thank you for coming, Alisa." Dumbledore said, "I've asked you all here for a reason. That reason is to tell you your role in the upcoming war. Yes, war. Voldemort has returned to his original power. I am getting weaker. I want to tell you what you all mean to this war. You are both the first and last line of defense. You will be the first to attack, the first to respond and defend. And if worse comes to worse, you will be the the last defense. You all have jobs." Dumbledore told them. Harry, Ron, and Hermione all had one thought in their heads, 'what is Malfoy going to do?' "We have 2 spies in our presence," Dumbledore said turning to Harry, Ron, and Hermione, "Starting with Professor Snape, who's job to convince Voldemort that he wants to be on the side of evil once again, and Draco Malfoy who has an interesting proposition for us." He turned to Draco.
"My father has asked me to become a spy for his side. This means I could be openly known as being against Voldemort, without worrying about who saw me, but I could also be part of the inner circle, sneaking them false information, so that they are unprepared for what is really going to happen, if that's what you would like me to do." Draco said, "Because I do not want to be part of my father's side."
"Of course, we would all love to have a spy sneaking Voldemort false information-" Dumbledore began.
Harry interpted him, "But how do we know we can trust you? You could easily sneak us false information!"
"True, true. Your family record is unfortunately against you." Dumbledore said, "However, if you'd be willing to take a small dose of truth serum..."
"No way. That stuff is vile." Draco said, "You'd have to force it down my throat."
"If it's necessary..." Harry began.
"I don't think it will be." Alisa spoke up. "May I?" She asked Dumbledore, holding out her palm, Dumbledore placed a small bottle in her hand. With her back to Draco, she covered her lips with a drop of the liquid within it. She turned back to him, walked over and kissed him on the lips.
"Oh crud." Draco said after she pulled back.
"Ingenious!" Dumbledore said, but Ron had a look of pure hatred in his eyes, his thoughts were 'did she have to kiss him? it would have been more fun to watch him suffer! Wait, if Draco recieved the truth serum, then so did Alisa, has she thought of that?'
She walked over next to him and whispered in his ear, "Elves have no response to small doses of truth serum. It would take an entire bottle to get me to say a word." Ron smiled as he felt her breath so close.
"So, Mr. Malfoy, tell us about your plan." Dumbledore said.
"I plan to double cross my father by becoming a spy for the side of good. I want to give him information which will mess up his plans. I don't want to be openly known as a Death Eater. I want to be known as part of the team that did him in." Draco said, anger in his eyes.
"Has your father asked you to become a spy for him?" Dumbledore asked.
"Yes. But I want to turn it around. I can go against him." Draco said.
"Very good. Do you plan on betraying us?" Dumbledore asked.
"No. I want my father to pay for what he's done to my mother and I." Draco said bitterly.
"We know you hate your father, but how do you feel about Voldemort?" Harry asked from no where.
"I hate him. I hate what he's caused my family and what he's done to everyone else. No one deserves what he's done. Not even muggle-borns." Draco said, a look in his eyes as though he wanted to fight the serum, but knowing he couldn't. He looked at Alisa. She whispered something to him that no one heard.
"So you don't hate muggle-borns?" Hermione squeaked.
"They've never done anything to me." Draco said.
"Then why were you so cruel to me all these years?" Hermione asked.
"When you're told a certain thing every day, every single freakin day, you start to believe it. You're taught to believe it. And your going to believe it until you decide to have a mind of your own, when you start thinking it over for yourself. Until you do, your going to practice your belief and defend it, that's why I was such a bitch to you over the years, okay Granger? And that's why all the people in Slytherin are such Slytherins. They've been taught it and too many of them are too thick or too wrapped up in it to see, okay Granger? They don't know they're doing wrong. So you can't blame them right? If you don't willingly do it, and you don't know its bad, then its not a sin, and its not bad. You can't blame them. It's not their fault. You happy know, Granger? Now you know it from a Slytherin's prespective." Draco said, keeping his eyes on Hermione and his voice filled with anger but without raising it. He turned to Alisa, "Thank you." and he smiled weakly.
"Not a problem." She said.
"What just happened?" Harry said.
Dumbledore waved his wand at Draco, "Now your fully relieved of the serum. Alisa, I'd like you to tell us what you did."
"Well, I wasn't just going to let you keep asking questions, he didn't have control over the answer. A few questions was enough guys! So I just gave him a little more free will, he still told the truth," She said looking at the shocked faces, (all except Snape and Draco couldn't believe her) "He just decided how many truths he told and how he told them. Its cruel to make someone reveal everything when they don't want to. As long as its the truth, it should be fine. He was suffering without control over himself. I had forgotten how cruel Truth Serum really is." Alisa said. Then looked at Draco, "I'm sorry."
"You did what you had to." Draco said, "Besides, it was worth it." he licked his lips suggestively and winked.
Ron pulled out his wand, but Alisa was giggling, "He's kidding, Ron."
"You don't know that Belle." Draco said with a smirk.
"Oh yeah? I'd like to hear you to say that to-" Alisa was cut off.
"Don't you dare," Draco interupted her.
She laughed, "My lips are sealed- for now."
Draco sent her a death look, but smiled.
Everyone in the room was confused, but Snape was the first to say anything, "I don't think this is the time to joke around." And Alisa and Draco were pulled out of their private joke.
"Right. Of course." Alisa said, "What's the plan?"
"So far, there is no plan. We have to come up with the plan." Harry said.
"Well, I suggest that Draco publically renouces the you-know who, after, of course, accepting to be his spy, and Snape rushes to you-know-who and apoligizes." Hermione said.
"Of course, but how do I publically renounce him? Invite him over to a huge public gathering and be like, 'hey, I don't like you man,'?" Draco asked.
"How about you just start being civil to all wizards and witches, and you can have your father pretend to get mad at you or something. I'm sure he's got a way." Hermione said and turned to Snape.
"I've already gone back." Snape said.
"And?" Hermione said, slowly taking control from Dumbledore as he knew she would.
"Well am I dead?" Snape said impatiently.
"Right. So did you get any information?" She asked.
"It just so happens that I did. It seems our friend Pertrigrew is heading out in two weeks with a flying busload of Death Eaters, Voldemort following close behind. They're coming to Hogwarts full force. And I'll be among them." Snape said.
"Mm... so we'll be on the defense this time." Harry said. "What kind of precationary measures can we use?" He looked at Dumbledore.
"That's up to you. But we have to be ready for it." Was all Dumbledore said.
"I suggest," Alisa spoke up, "We assign teams to do certain things, a team to set up permeters and defense lines, another to get recruits to defend the castle, and another team to prepare the students."
"That's an excellent idea." Dumbledore said, "You can do the assigning."
"Right then. Hermione, Ron, and I will set up the defense. Albus, please have Minerva and the other house teachers prepare their students, Severus, you won't have to do much, your students already know what's going to happen, I'm sure most of them are safe. You, Albus, and Harry, will get the recruits." Alisa finished. "We need to get started on the permeter soon. Some of the spells will be powerful and noticeable, so we need to let them settle long before the Death Eater's arrive. Draco, please go to your father and set it all up with him, take as long as needed. I'll assign you something when you return." Draco nodded to her, then stood to leave but Alisa turned to him, "Oh, and Draco, give your father a kiss for me." She tossed a vile of a purple liquid at him, Draco nodded again, "Say hi to Narcissa and -"
Draco cut her off, "Don't you dare." He said again,
She smiled, "I know, I know, but give this to Narcissa." She tossed a pendant at him, "And give this to-" He gave her a death-stare as she tossed him a piece of wood.
"I know who to give it to." He said, then kissed her on the cheek before walking out to get his broom.
"Right. Get your wands guys, we're going to do some huge spells." Alisa said standing up, "Follow me, Ron, Hermione." Ron and Hermione picked themselves up and waved to Harry, who looked distraught by the idea that he would be working with his least favourite teacher.
He watched them leave, feeling happy for Ron who had finally found someone. He felt sometimes like he never would. The only girl he ever liked was in a love with a boy who had died because of him. He didn't like to think about it. Dumbledore turned to Harry, "Come on, Harry, get your broom, we've got a lot of traveling to do."
"Um, Alisa," Ron said after they exited the office.
"Yeah Ron?" She said back.
"What was in that bottle you gave Malfoy?" Ron asked.
"And who were you and Malfoy talking about?" Hermione added.
She smiled and laughed, "He's on our side, guys, the least you can do is call him by his first name!"
"Uh. I'll try." Ron said and Hermione nodded her head as well.
"Good." Alisa said.
"What was in the bottle you gave. Draco?" Ron asked again.
"It was.. a little game Draco and I used to play, only with a bigger use. We used to slip it into his father's drink, and we could follow him wherever he went. Like. A tracking device. It just told us where he was. We have this giant map of Great Britain, and we followed him, a glowing purple spot. We had a lot of fun speculating who he was meeting, why he was meeting them, back before Voldemort returned. We didn't suspect him of as many evil deeds back then." Alisa said.
"So you're going to track him again." Hermione said. Alisa nodded, "Who were you and Mal- Draco talking about?" She asked.
"I don't think you really want to know." Was all Alisa said before stopping in front of the lake.
They walked into another room which Ron hadn't imagined existed. The walls were of simple stone, but were decorated with paintings which Ron found incredibly interesting. "This is Ravenclaw." Alisa pointed to a picture of a beautiful young woman with silver-blue eyes and blonde hair who nodded at him from within the portrait. Ron saw that Alisa had the same nose and chin as the woman in the portrait. She then moved to the next painting along the wall, "This is Sere." She said looking at the perfect young gentleman with dark hair and the same silver-blue eyes of his mother. Sere also nodded to Ron. "This is Lais." Alisa said, directing Ron to the third portrait in which there was a smiling young man with blonde hair and gray eyes. Lais smiled and nodded at Ron. "And this." Alisa paused, "Is Alisabelle." Ron was taken back. The Alisabelle in the painting was only a stones throw away from being as beautiful as his own Alisabelle. The Alisabelle within the painting wore a lace scarf which covered most of her face except her eyes. The scarf was sheer and Ron could still see her smile.
The bright green eyes of the two Alisabelles were identical and Ron could have sworn they shared a smile. The Alisabelle in the portrait giggled and nodded to Ron. Alisa pulled Ron over to the last portrait, "This is Gyffindor." She said and Ron looked up to the man he had many times imagined. Ron saw a man older than those in the other portraits, reasonable because Gyffindor aged while his family did not until they died. He was strong with dark hair and fiery green eyes and skilled hands, "You're eyes are all the same, you, Alisabelle, and Gyffindor." Ron said.
She nodded, and the Alisabelle within the portrait spoke quietly, "We are the only three in the recorded line to ever have been said to have green eyes. All have been noted to have blue or gray. It's very strange, so many generations have past without a green eye among them, until Alisabelle came again." The Alisabelle in the portrait smiled.
The live Alisabelle smiled back, "Good evening all." She nodded to them all once again and pulled Ron through the rest of the room. "You've met most of my family now," She said to him, "I have only two live members of it." "You're mother and father?" Ron asked. "Yes, but let's not speak of them now. What did you think of Gyffindor and Ravenclaw and the others? I'm afraid they're not very talkative, other than Alisa, they usually ask me to leave after just a moment." She said. "They seemed. Like good people, and certainly not very talkative. Alisabelle seemed. very much like you." He said.
"Thank you. She was quite a person. I only wish I could be more like her." Alisa said.
"I'm sorry I have to ask, but how is it possible that they all died?" Ron asked.
"Elves are not invincible, Ron. Full-blood elves will live forever until they are struck down, though most wounds mean nothing to a full-blood elf. But elves have been breeding with other forms of beings for thousands of years. Each half or less elf usually lives about as long as a normal being does, however they do not age. They can still be struck down, however. Ravenclaw was struck down by a curse of terrible power. No one is even sure who cast it or why. Some say it was Slytherin, others say it couldn't possibly have been him. No one knows for sure. Sere died in a war between the elves and the dragons. Lais died of age and Alisabelle, they say, died of beauty." Alisa told him.
"Died of beauty?" Ron asked.
"It's a legend that Alisabelle was so fair, no man could look at her without falling madly in love. So they covered her face, hence the scarf you saw upon her in the portrait. This allowed her to choose a man who loved her for her, not her beauty. She chose Hector. The legend has it that Hector died when he was just 55 and Alisabelle was left alone. Men courted her and she mourned over her husband's death. Men wanted her and wanted her for her beauty until she could take it no more and killed herself. So the legends say, at least." Alisa said as though she didn't believe it.
"You don't think that's what happened?" Ron asked.
"It's doubtful. She mourned, surely, but kill herself? I cannot imagine. Perhaps she moved into a quiet forest and finished her days there. I am never certain." Alisa was grim for a moment, then smiled, "But on to more pressing manners." She took his hand and pulled him into another room. Ron immediately recognized it to be the room near the Gyffindor common room, "We're back." Alisa smiled. Ron smiled back, wondering how they had made it back to the same room without going down another staircase to reach the same level. He didn't ask and was unsure what to do. Then he got an idea. He pulled her close and kissed her deeply. She immediately responded by place one hand on his hip and the other on his back. He touched her face and slipped his hand once more under her shirt. Kissing wildly, Alisa pressed her body up against his and he felt that light fluttering within him once again. How could one girl make him feel so amazing with just a kiss? He wondered, but did not care to look for the answer. She pulled him down onto the bed.
Surprised but entranced, Ron continued kissing her, rubbing her back. The wings within him beat to the rhythm of his heart and he wondered if the wings he felt were Alisa's heart.
They kissed there for not too long before Alisa pulled away, she licked her lips and said, "I'm afraid Dumbledore is waiting for us. There's much to talk about." She took his hand and lifted him from the bed. She pulled him out another way and through the corridors within the walls until they stepped out from behind a tapesty near Dumbledore's office. They walked up the staircase to his office.
Snape, Draco Malfoy, Dumbledore, Harry, and Hermione were all waiting there for them. "You're late." Snape said.
"Only because you were waiting." Alisa said and smiled at him, and he, to everyone's surprise, smiled back.
"Thank you for coming, Alisa." Dumbledore said, "I've asked you all here for a reason. That reason is to tell you your role in the upcoming war. Yes, war. Voldemort has returned to his original power. I am getting weaker. I want to tell you what you all mean to this war. You are both the first and last line of defense. You will be the first to attack, the first to respond and defend. And if worse comes to worse, you will be the the last defense. You all have jobs." Dumbledore told them. Harry, Ron, and Hermione all had one thought in their heads, 'what is Malfoy going to do?' "We have 2 spies in our presence," Dumbledore said turning to Harry, Ron, and Hermione, "Starting with Professor Snape, who's job to convince Voldemort that he wants to be on the side of evil once again, and Draco Malfoy who has an interesting proposition for us." He turned to Draco.
"My father has asked me to become a spy for his side. This means I could be openly known as being against Voldemort, without worrying about who saw me, but I could also be part of the inner circle, sneaking them false information, so that they are unprepared for what is really going to happen, if that's what you would like me to do." Draco said, "Because I do not want to be part of my father's side."
"Of course, we would all love to have a spy sneaking Voldemort false information-" Dumbledore began.
Harry interpted him, "But how do we know we can trust you? You could easily sneak us false information!"
"True, true. Your family record is unfortunately against you." Dumbledore said, "However, if you'd be willing to take a small dose of truth serum..."
"No way. That stuff is vile." Draco said, "You'd have to force it down my throat."
"If it's necessary..." Harry began.
"I don't think it will be." Alisa spoke up. "May I?" She asked Dumbledore, holding out her palm, Dumbledore placed a small bottle in her hand. With her back to Draco, she covered her lips with a drop of the liquid within it. She turned back to him, walked over and kissed him on the lips.
"Oh crud." Draco said after she pulled back.
"Ingenious!" Dumbledore said, but Ron had a look of pure hatred in his eyes, his thoughts were 'did she have to kiss him? it would have been more fun to watch him suffer! Wait, if Draco recieved the truth serum, then so did Alisa, has she thought of that?'
She walked over next to him and whispered in his ear, "Elves have no response to small doses of truth serum. It would take an entire bottle to get me to say a word." Ron smiled as he felt her breath so close.
"So, Mr. Malfoy, tell us about your plan." Dumbledore said.
"I plan to double cross my father by becoming a spy for the side of good. I want to give him information which will mess up his plans. I don't want to be openly known as a Death Eater. I want to be known as part of the team that did him in." Draco said, anger in his eyes.
"Has your father asked you to become a spy for him?" Dumbledore asked.
"Yes. But I want to turn it around. I can go against him." Draco said.
"Very good. Do you plan on betraying us?" Dumbledore asked.
"No. I want my father to pay for what he's done to my mother and I." Draco said bitterly.
"We know you hate your father, but how do you feel about Voldemort?" Harry asked from no where.
"I hate him. I hate what he's caused my family and what he's done to everyone else. No one deserves what he's done. Not even muggle-borns." Draco said, a look in his eyes as though he wanted to fight the serum, but knowing he couldn't. He looked at Alisa. She whispered something to him that no one heard.
"So you don't hate muggle-borns?" Hermione squeaked.
"They've never done anything to me." Draco said.
"Then why were you so cruel to me all these years?" Hermione asked.
"When you're told a certain thing every day, every single freakin day, you start to believe it. You're taught to believe it. And your going to believe it until you decide to have a mind of your own, when you start thinking it over for yourself. Until you do, your going to practice your belief and defend it, that's why I was such a bitch to you over the years, okay Granger? And that's why all the people in Slytherin are such Slytherins. They've been taught it and too many of them are too thick or too wrapped up in it to see, okay Granger? They don't know they're doing wrong. So you can't blame them right? If you don't willingly do it, and you don't know its bad, then its not a sin, and its not bad. You can't blame them. It's not their fault. You happy know, Granger? Now you know it from a Slytherin's prespective." Draco said, keeping his eyes on Hermione and his voice filled with anger but without raising it. He turned to Alisa, "Thank you." and he smiled weakly.
"Not a problem." She said.
"What just happened?" Harry said.
Dumbledore waved his wand at Draco, "Now your fully relieved of the serum. Alisa, I'd like you to tell us what you did."
"Well, I wasn't just going to let you keep asking questions, he didn't have control over the answer. A few questions was enough guys! So I just gave him a little more free will, he still told the truth," She said looking at the shocked faces, (all except Snape and Draco couldn't believe her) "He just decided how many truths he told and how he told them. Its cruel to make someone reveal everything when they don't want to. As long as its the truth, it should be fine. He was suffering without control over himself. I had forgotten how cruel Truth Serum really is." Alisa said. Then looked at Draco, "I'm sorry."
"You did what you had to." Draco said, "Besides, it was worth it." he licked his lips suggestively and winked.
Ron pulled out his wand, but Alisa was giggling, "He's kidding, Ron."
"You don't know that Belle." Draco said with a smirk.
"Oh yeah? I'd like to hear you to say that to-" Alisa was cut off.
"Don't you dare," Draco interupted her.
She laughed, "My lips are sealed- for now."
Draco sent her a death look, but smiled.
Everyone in the room was confused, but Snape was the first to say anything, "I don't think this is the time to joke around." And Alisa and Draco were pulled out of their private joke.
"Right. Of course." Alisa said, "What's the plan?"
"So far, there is no plan. We have to come up with the plan." Harry said.
"Well, I suggest that Draco publically renouces the you-know who, after, of course, accepting to be his spy, and Snape rushes to you-know-who and apoligizes." Hermione said.
"Of course, but how do I publically renounce him? Invite him over to a huge public gathering and be like, 'hey, I don't like you man,'?" Draco asked.
"How about you just start being civil to all wizards and witches, and you can have your father pretend to get mad at you or something. I'm sure he's got a way." Hermione said and turned to Snape.
"I've already gone back." Snape said.
"And?" Hermione said, slowly taking control from Dumbledore as he knew she would.
"Well am I dead?" Snape said impatiently.
"Right. So did you get any information?" She asked.
"It just so happens that I did. It seems our friend Pertrigrew is heading out in two weeks with a flying busload of Death Eaters, Voldemort following close behind. They're coming to Hogwarts full force. And I'll be among them." Snape said.
"Mm... so we'll be on the defense this time." Harry said. "What kind of precationary measures can we use?" He looked at Dumbledore.
"That's up to you. But we have to be ready for it." Was all Dumbledore said.
"I suggest," Alisa spoke up, "We assign teams to do certain things, a team to set up permeters and defense lines, another to get recruits to defend the castle, and another team to prepare the students."
"That's an excellent idea." Dumbledore said, "You can do the assigning."
"Right then. Hermione, Ron, and I will set up the defense. Albus, please have Minerva and the other house teachers prepare their students, Severus, you won't have to do much, your students already know what's going to happen, I'm sure most of them are safe. You, Albus, and Harry, will get the recruits." Alisa finished. "We need to get started on the permeter soon. Some of the spells will be powerful and noticeable, so we need to let them settle long before the Death Eater's arrive. Draco, please go to your father and set it all up with him, take as long as needed. I'll assign you something when you return." Draco nodded to her, then stood to leave but Alisa turned to him, "Oh, and Draco, give your father a kiss for me." She tossed a vile of a purple liquid at him, Draco nodded again, "Say hi to Narcissa and -"
Draco cut her off, "Don't you dare." He said again,
She smiled, "I know, I know, but give this to Narcissa." She tossed a pendant at him, "And give this to-" He gave her a death-stare as she tossed him a piece of wood.
"I know who to give it to." He said, then kissed her on the cheek before walking out to get his broom.
"Right. Get your wands guys, we're going to do some huge spells." Alisa said standing up, "Follow me, Ron, Hermione." Ron and Hermione picked themselves up and waved to Harry, who looked distraught by the idea that he would be working with his least favourite teacher.
He watched them leave, feeling happy for Ron who had finally found someone. He felt sometimes like he never would. The only girl he ever liked was in a love with a boy who had died because of him. He didn't like to think about it. Dumbledore turned to Harry, "Come on, Harry, get your broom, we've got a lot of traveling to do."
"Um, Alisa," Ron said after they exited the office.
"Yeah Ron?" She said back.
"What was in that bottle you gave Malfoy?" Ron asked.
"And who were you and Malfoy talking about?" Hermione added.
She smiled and laughed, "He's on our side, guys, the least you can do is call him by his first name!"
"Uh. I'll try." Ron said and Hermione nodded her head as well.
"Good." Alisa said.
"What was in the bottle you gave. Draco?" Ron asked again.
"It was.. a little game Draco and I used to play, only with a bigger use. We used to slip it into his father's drink, and we could follow him wherever he went. Like. A tracking device. It just told us where he was. We have this giant map of Great Britain, and we followed him, a glowing purple spot. We had a lot of fun speculating who he was meeting, why he was meeting them, back before Voldemort returned. We didn't suspect him of as many evil deeds back then." Alisa said.
"So you're going to track him again." Hermione said. Alisa nodded, "Who were you and Mal- Draco talking about?" She asked.
"I don't think you really want to know." Was all Alisa said before stopping in front of the lake.