Hi! Sorry it's been so long, I've had work and then vacation and then school registration. And my brand new boyfriend can drive, so he takes me out every night. This chapter is really long, so I ended it really…badly. Sorry again, you'll see what I mean when you get there.

"I'd hurry if I were you, Snape," casually drawled Draco, looking cold and impassive. "She could kill you at any moment and not give a damn." Right now, I had to agree with him.

Severus let out a long, shaky sigh. "He'd said something about it, using a device to get Potter," he voiced quietly. I scoffed loudly. A device, a beautiful word for Daisy. Severus continued as if without interruption. "This device would free him at the trail, stealing Potter away with them." He paused for a few seconds.

"That's it?" I cried noisily. "That's all you know!" I was outraged. Daisy and Voldemort had Harry, doing who knew what to him, at this very moment! It'd be easier just to go around London trying to find him.

"No!" screamed back Snape. It was the first time he had ever raised his voice to me. "They're under the Tube! You take the Tube at Piccadilly Circus and go down a magical stairway."

We stood in silence for a minute. "How do we find this magical stairway?" Lupin's calming voice asked faintly. Quick thinking Lupin, I thought. I was still stunned that he yelled at me. So, I stared at his forehead in wonder, mouth slightly aghast.

Snape exhaled through his teeth. "Only a few wands can open it. You'll need to convince a real Death Eater to open it for you." The atmosphere in the room depressed dramatically.

"There goes our chances," huffed Tonks as she turned away from the group towards the window. It was an even more depressing sight out there. A dark and overcast day, as if the sun wouldn't show it's head for it's sorrow.

Now Ron sighed exhaustedly, "Can't we just blast it or something?" His arms flung up in a half shrug.

"No," said Snape firmly. His eyes hadn't left my face. "It'll throw bricks at you. With extreme accuracy." Lupin went to join Tonks, linking his arm around her waist. Hermione slumped onto the moldy looking couch as Ron paced around looking angry. But Draco looked as if the very beginnings of an idea were forming rapidly in his brain.

"Who, exactly, are these certain Death Eaters?" he asked cautiously. I could see what he was getting at, sort of.

Severus looked deep in his mind. "Avery, your father, and Zabini. Why?" he interrogated.

Draco looked excited now. "Blaise Zabini?"

Suddenly, Snape, Ron, and Hermione all jumped up with hope. "I know," casually replied Draco, "I'm a genius."

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Snape lead us through the streets to another apartment building. This one was of higher class than Severus', including a doorman. We walked across the gold and marble lobby and into the mirrored elevator. Snape pushed the button for "Penthouse" and we launched on our way.

I shifted nervously from foot to foot, sandwiched between Draco and Snape, who had moved to the back of the contraption. I still couldn't get over that Harry was out there. To make matters worse, Ron said something very inappropriate into Hermione's ear, but they both laughed anyway. Not even nervously, a true laugh.

The doors opened and I charged into the small foyer. Knocking energetically at the door, the others came around behind me. No one answered. I huffed frustrated, walking a small circle as Severus knocked again. With my back turned, I looked up at the door. Again no answer.

With a small scream, I pulled my gun and shot the lock. Hermione yelped in shock. Holding my gun up, I kicked in the door. A ruffled man with a towel around his waist rushed in. He was athletically built, with olive toned skin and dark, slicked back hair. He looked Italian, including a small gold chin around his neck. The Dark Mark gleamed on his forearm.

"What the hell is going on here?" he yelled, obviously annoyed. Probably beyond annoyed.

The others filled in around me, Hermione and Ron on the left, Remus and Tonks on the right, with Draco and Severus leaning on either side of the doorframe. "Long time no see, Blaise," Draco drawled, moving in around my left slowly.

An odd noise escaped Blaise's mouth. I looked at Hermione, my gun still pointed at his chest, and rolled my eyes, smiling slightly. "Draco, my boy," Zabini finally articulated. He rushed forward and took my fiancé in a crushing hug. Pushing the blonde to arms length, Zabini continued, "Didn't go to the Dark Lord, did you? Oh, no matter. I'm a spy now, with dear Snape here," he pointed at Severus, who was now at my right.

Blaise was leading Draco inside by now, gesticulating wildly at random things. Severus cleared his throat, pushed my gun down, and moved after them. The others looked around at each other, did a collective shrug, then followed. I stood shocked in the doorway. Finally, I put my gun away and joined in. No point in fighting it, right?

"So," Zabini continued, "what brings you freedom fighters around these parts?" He gestured for us to sit on his leather couch, as we did without remorse. He, on the other hand, stood, since he was still only clad in his towel.

Draco, who seemed to dominate the situation, answered, "Well, frankly, we need your wand."

To say the least, Zabini looked confused. "My...what?" he stuttered. I huffed loudly, throwing my head to the side. And there, on a side table, was the precious object. I darted for it, clutched it in my hands, and ran out the door. I didn't even check if the others were following.