"Strange...most of these are of you, Lucy."

Alexa handed her the stack of pictures, the majority of them in either the blue French maid minidress or her leather half-naked look. "What the-here's one of you, Lily, none for Alexa though."

Lily giggled.

"What?" Lucy snarled.

"Sirius." Lily giggled louder.

"I-I can't believe you..." But Lucy couldn't help but giggle herself.

"What...?" Alexa looked at them.

"S-Sirius..." Lucy finally quit laughing long enough to speak. "Sirius had this HUGE crush on me when we were in school...he and my boyfriend...well, they hated each other anyway, but with me in the middle...I guess he found out I broke up with Severus, then?" She asked Lily.

"Y-yeah, I think so." Lily stifled her own giggles.

"Well, what have we got of the Death Eaters, anyway?" Lucy asked Alexa, thumbing through a section of her in the black attire.

"Umm, let's see..." She rifled through the remainder of the stack. "Well." She snorted disapprovingly and handed the two a single shot, one that looked like Peter Pettigrew facedown in the dirt.

Lucy threw her hands up. "What do we do now?"

"Don't look at me...I don't know..." Lily said quietly, as she sat in one of the red armchairs in the deserted summer Gryffindor common room. It was the last day before the start of term.

"We could crash another meeting..." Alexa suggested, but Lucy shot her down. "No way. It's too dangerous. They know our faces now."

The girls had officially run out of ideas when the portrait hole opened. It was Dumbledore.

"Don't worry, ladies. We've already got your next mission set up. You'll work as waitresses in the Three Broomsticks next Saturday, listening for gossip from a list of students whom we suspect have Death Eaters for parents."

Lucy groaned. "Another service job?"

"Not for you." Dumbledore smiled, and she swore she saw his eyes twinkle for the first time in a while.

"I have a special mission for you."

"Whoa..." Lucy gazed around the small room she'd just entered, hidden behind Dumbledore's fireplace. She merely had to tap it with her wand to open it up. All around her there were computers, some showing hidden camera views, others long lists of encoded typing, and yet others with dialogue from the Angels's walkie-talkies.

"This is Headquarters." She said to no one.

"Now, you sit here-" He gestured to one of the dialogue computers, "-and I'll be here, watching the scene while you give them our instructions." He sat at the camera computer next to her, and with a click of the mouse the screen changed to an overhead view of the pub. "Okay?"

"Okay." Lucy said, and cracked a smile, her fingers lighting on her keyboard. "Okay."

~*~

"OK, where to?" Lily said, tying her apron and juggling a breakfast tray with the other hand. Lucy watched her words roll onto the screen even as she heard them on her walkie-talkie.

"Um, that one. The dark-haired boy in the corner." On Dumbledore's monitor she watched her best friend cross between the tables and offer the boy a Butterbeer.

"Your information on their next meeting, Headmaster." A silky, familiar voice said as the door opened. Lucy whirled around in her seat. Yes, it was him.

He hadn't really changed much since she'd last seen him. His hair was a little longer, but still the same shade of wet black; his eyes were as cold and sad as always. He was taller and seemed nearly as thin as she was now.

Lucy couldn't tell whether the stare Severus gave her was one of love or hatred, but it seemed to last a very long time, soulless, eternal. Before she knew it he had gone again.

"What the heck is he doing here?" She demanded of Dumbledore.

"He teaches here. He is part of the Order."

"I-I don't understand, sir..."

Dumbledore tried again, just as calmly. "He is Head of Slytherin House and he's a Potions expert..."

"No, sir...it can't be...he works for Voldemort...he's probably their spy..." She hissed insistently.

"He is my spy, Lucy." Dumbledore smiled.

"But he showed me his Mark!"

"Yes, it is very useful for the purpose of breaking into the meetings and posing as an active Death Eater."

"But...he was so happy when he got it..." Lucy gaped at him.

"Honestly, Lucy, love changes a man." His eyes twinkled a little.

Lucy felt the crazy sense of it all sinking into her brain. "He didn't quit because of...of me?" She refused to believe it.

"Of course he did." There it was.

Both of them sat in silence for a moment. The only sound was radio static and clicking of computers around them.

"Guys? Anyone? Hello?!" Alexa yelled from the radio.

Lucy snapped and retrieved her walkie-talkie. "Yeah?"

"We got an ID. Lucy, your nephew is in big trouble."