Disclaimer: If any of you just for a single moment thinks the characters are mine, I really have to doubt if he/she has ever read the HP books. 'Cause I really always thought they were J.K.Rowling's. And I assure you, I'm not her (not that I would mind to own Harry and CO)

A/N: As usual, beta read by Luinthoron. *waves at the BlueEagle* and (bet you guessed it!) also dedicated to him. As he read the previous chapter he grinned and promised to kill me for 'Arthur Weasley the Spy' at the same time :). And to Puzzler for being so sweet and offering to beta read it too (for grammar and writing…). *thanks Puzzler a lot* Puzzler's my second beta reader now. I hope this makes this fic easier to read (after all - with two beta readers, shouldn't they be able to correct all the little and big errors that might slip in?). Thanks to all who reviewd, too. I love reviews. Write some more, please? Then I'll write more, too. Well, I'll write more anyway, but it would still be nice to know what you think of it.

--Altair



Chapter Three: How To Kill Harry Potter?

Arthur Weasley stepped out from the shadows. But apart from his tall body and his flaming red hair and his face, covered with freckles, he didn't appear like the nice Mr Weasley everyone knew at all. This Arthur Weasley had a voice cooler than ice and he wore a sneer that would have made Lucius Malfoy jealous. His eyes, mirroring the flames in the fireplace, seemed to burn. The cruel sadistic laughter also didn't seem to fit him, but as there was no-one else in the room, it had to be his. He went over to his Master's chair and stopped right behind it, resting his arms on the back of the chair.
"I also hear that you have arranged this Muggle Protection Act…" Arthur couldn't see the Dark Lord's face, but he could almost hear him sneer.
"Well, they are an dying race, my Lord." He grinned. "And we at the Ministry have to take care for the fading races. Besides, what better cover could I have than being known as the Muggle-lover?"
Lord Voldemort just nodded. The man had a point in this one, he thought to himself. Would he suspect someone that fond of Muggles and Muggle-Artifacts to be his ally? Most likely not. He admitted to himself that he admired his spy's gift for deception. Most of the Death Eaters were lacked the self decipline to convince anyone that they were his enemies. But Arthur Weasley was all he could ever possibly look for in his servants - he was cold, cruel, calculating, refined, but above all that - he was a hell of a convincing actor.
"What better cover could you have, indeed? I'm pleased to see you have built up such a good reputation. We will need your connections at the Ministry soon enough." Lord Voldmort seemed to be thinking for a moment. "You said your children are quite close to Harry Potter?"
"Yes, my Lord, they are indeed. My youngest son Ronald is one of young Harry's best friends. The other one is a filthy Mudblood girl called Hermione Granger. My twin sons Fred and George are in the same house, too. They're playing in the house Quiddich team together. They're good friends, too. And my daughter Ginny fancies him, I think. Young Harry often visits the Burrow in their summer vacations, if I may add, my Lord."
"He visits the Burrow? That's interesting. Go on."
"He always spends the end of their summer vacations with us. He has since their first year. But if you are planning to kill him over summer, may I ask for the favor not to do it in my house, my Lord? My reputation in the wizarding world would suffer and I doubt this would do any good to my duties to you."
"What do you suggest then? I'm more than willing to hear any alternatives you may have."
"Well, my Lord, he spends the end of their holidays by us. But after the end of the term he always goes back to his Muggle relatives. He can't use any magic there, due to the Decree for the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery. And besides that his aunt's family would kill him themselves if he would cast any spells there. They don't seem to be fond of magic at all."
"So you're requesting that eliminate the boy earlier in the summer when he's with this Muggle family of his?" the Dark Lord asked. His brain worked with lightspeed. If he killed boy at Weasley's his spy could get into serious trouble for not preventing this. On the other hand - he couldn't kill the boy as long as he remained in his relations' care. Besides, he wanted to kill the boy in the world of the wizards. But that didn't mean he couldn't frighten the boy before killing him. He could kill all his filthy Muggle relatives and make the boy lose his family again. Yes, he could make the boy suffer for those years he, Lord Voldmort, had to hide, with no more body left. The boy was underaged, that would mean he would end up in one of those Muggle orphanages he had to grow up in.
"Oh, no, my Lord," Mr Weasley answered. "Dumbledore's spells would not let anyone harm the boy there. But it would be good to tempt the boy to using magic in their house. Even if he's not getting expelled from school if it's going to be for self-protection, his aunt and uncle will kick him out from the house the minute he uses magic under their roof. And if they see that having Harry in the house can lead to visits from dark wizards trying to kill him, they're doing it without a second thought just to ensure their own safety."
"Really?" Lord Voldmort asked. He could almost see young Harry Potter locked up in his old orphanage. He had hated it. It had been almost as awful as being imprisoned in a cell. He had never heard a kind word in that house. Ever. Which would be the reason why the orphange didn't exist anymore. It had been the first Muggle institution he had wiped off the face of earth after becoming the Dark Lord. He had done it all by himself. He had gone to the orphanage one evening, pretending he wanted to visit the place he had grown up in. And then he had killed all the inhabitants of the house by blowing it up. These screams of the dying Muggles had been like music to his ears. He loved to hear Muggles crying in the pain of their death. It was the most beautiful sound in the world. "And just when could I kill the boy according to your plan?"
"Oh, that's simple, my Lord. Someone just has to wait outside the house. After the family has rejected him, he's going to be as helpless as a newborn baby. All you have to do, my Lord, is to make sure he's thrown out by his aunt's family. Due to the fact his family is Muggles their house is not connected to the Floo Network, so he can't get out of there by Floo powder. He'll have to take the Knight Bus. But to stop the bus he would have to be outside the house. And outside the house it would be possible to kill him, my Lord."
This idea had potential, Lord Voldemort admitted. He wondered why he never thought of it in first place, but then again, he didn't know the relationships between Harry Potter and his Muggle family were that strained. He had always assumed the family would at least like the boy, but from what he had just heard from his servant, they hardly tolerated his existence. But still. Killing some Muggles would be nice. He hadn't done that for almost a whole year now, ever since that idiot Frank Bryce had come up here at night and overheard the conversation he was having with Wormtail. It had been the only time Lord Voldmort had ever regretted a murder. And even then it wasn't like he would have cared about the old man. It was just so hard to find a new keeper and gardener for the house. The house with its history of three dead people was too spooky. And the ones interested in the job were too inquisitive. All Lord Voldemort needed was a Muggle to keep the garden intact. But after the last gardener's mysterious disappearance (his body was never found) it was impossible to get decent replacement for him.
"I will think about it. Is there anything else of importance?"
"No, my Lord."
"That would be all, then. You may go." He seemed to wonder if he wanted to add something or not. After a few seconds he added "I'll be waiting for your report tomorrow. "

Arthur Weasley, father of seven children and husband to Molly Weasley, Head of the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office at the Ministry of Magic and spy for Lord Voldemort Apparated to the Burrow. It was 7.30 AM and he hadn't got a minute of sleep the whole night. But he didn't feel sleepy at all. On the contrary, he felt like celebrating. His Lord was back again and he could be useful to him! He could help the Dark Lord taking over the world! He could help his Lord making a fool out of that idiot Fudge…
He opened a bottle of wine, filled his glass and sat down on the living room sofa. He didn't drink often, but this time he really needed it. He needed to celebrate the return of his Master and if he couldn't do it by some Muggle-torturing just because it would blow his cover he would at least get himself drunk on the occasion.

Half an hour later Molly Weasley discovered her husband fast asleep on the living room sofa, an empty bottle of wine on the table before him and a pile of glass-splinters on the floor. Oh, God, she thought to herself as she began to clean up this mess. Arthur has never been a drinker before. It's all because of You-Know-Who being back! It has to be! Oh, why couldn't he just remain dead or whatever he was? Poor Arthur, I'm sure he was drinking because he was so upset about Harry's situation. He loves this boy like our own kids. And You-Know-Who almost killed him that night. No wonder Arthur's drinking…

If only she knew the truth…



A/N: I just wanted to thank those who have reviewd this far. Thank you's go to: Dru, Clio, leanne, Tatiana, Puzzler (you liked Voldie's POV? Well, I liked writing it, too), Ludigein (well, he DID ask Molly if he can count on them so I just assume, they were working together the first round, too), Zhen Lin (I just do. There's nothing you could do about it), MMM (I don't know, but I was sure, Malfoy didn't know about him being a spy for their side), ~*Dumbledore's True Love*~ (grammical errors? s'ppouse I'm not the only one who has problems with English :))


A/N2: I still don't speak English as my native language, so please have a heart and don't flame just because grammar etc. If you don't like the plot, you're more than welcome to flame. The weather has been very cold here the last few days, so I could use some. Please review. *makes puppy eyes* Please?