A/N: Okay, sorry for the long wait!  If anyone knows any websites that are "creditable" that do not believe in cultural imperialism, tell me!  If not, enjoy the next chapter. 

Chapter 62:

            Harry's jaw dropped.  "You know?" he asked quickly.  "B-but how?"  Ron answered.

            "Hermione was just about to tell us…" he breathed slowly.  Hermione bit her lip.

            "I can't be completely sure, but… I have a very good idea.  The thing is, though… I can't tell you!"

            "Why the hell not?" demanded Ron loudly.  Several people looked towards the group.  Lenore smiled ditzily and waved. 

            "We were practicing for a play!  I was explaining the part to Ron; he's a very good actor, no?  Do you have plays in England?  I know that in –"  Ginny nudged Lenore, who shrugged.  "Now, Hermione, dearest," she then said, lowering her voice.  "Why can't you tell us?"  Hermione groaned. 

            "Because… it's complicated.  A charm, which I really am not supposed to know about.  It's like the one on the DA contract, only worse.  An extremely illegal charm…  but maybe if you ask me yes or no questions, without mentioning or writing any names…?" 

            "That might work," contemplated Harry, "though I still don't exactly understand…"  Hermione waved him aside. 

            "Start with the questions!  Then we'll figure out how to tell Dumbledore."

            "Is it a boy or a girl?" asked Ron immediately. 

            "Girl," said Hermione. 

            "Does she go to this school?" asked Ginny.

            Hermione sighed.  "Oh, this is hard… right now she does, but she hasn't always, though you may think that she has, if that's at all possible…"

            "What?" asked Ron stupidly.  Ginny rolled her eyes. 

            "Is she in the Order?" she asked. 

            "In a way," frowned Hermione.  "Oh, this is useless…"

            "Is she in the DA?" asked Lenore.

            "Yes, technically," said Hermione. 

            "Is she who we think she is?" asked Ron sarcastically.  But Hermione brightened. 

            "No!" she exclaimed gleefully.  "Think of the Moody/Crouch ordeal."

            "Polyjuice?" asked Ginny thoughtfully.  Hermione nodded. 

            "Yes, yes… only more so.  And less so, if you think about it."

            "How?" asked Ron. 

            "Okay," sighed Hermione with an air of superiority.  "This girl, or, woman, rather, was a young Death Eater; very smart.  She got the best NEWT grades since Dumbledore, actually.  Anyways, she graduated several years ago, and was sent on a mission.  She has a false identity under which she is in the Order, and another false identity under which she goes to this school.  To go to this school, though, she had to act like everyone had known her since first year, if only acquaintances.  So she did this charm which made many students in her year and in her house, and the teachers, of course, believe that they had known her, or had at least seen her.  Of course, she didn't take every class, and she didn't have to do the Charm on Dumbledore, who doesn't personally know every student."

            "What year is she?" asked Harry. 

            "Seventh," said Hermione.

            "House?" asked Ron.

            "Gryffindor," Hermione whispered.  Harry's eyes widened.  It had to be either Hermione, Lavender, Parvati, Lenore, or…. Robyn…"  He knew whom he had the least memory of, and who was the most mysterious. 

            "Does it start with an R?" asked Ron.  Hermione nodded. 

            "Oh, Merlin," whispered Lenore. 

            "Are you bloody kidding?" asked Ginny. 

            "How did you figure it out?" asked Harry.  Hermione grinned. 

            "Well, first off, she wasn't in any of my photo albums, while Parvati and Lavender were.  Secondly, she somehow knew where Dumbledore's office was the day you returned, Harry.  She told me that she'd just found directions, from the Map, when I asked her about it later, but then I realized that the maps hadn't been finished.  Then, I noticed that she kept asking Lenore funny questions, like who her parents were and if she was a pureblood and who she lived with…"  Lenore was nodding.  "After that, I noticed that  whenever she was mentioned in a conversation she would somehow pop up later, seemingly knowing what had been said. 

            "It was when I was researching for a Charms essay when I found it, in the Restricted Section.  A It was created by a dark wizard, in the Founders' time, and I put together that Acacia had actually used it on the Founders.  I then realized that on the days of the Order meetings I could never find her.  And one night, she got in, really late, and her hair was dark and curly.  The next morning, her eyes were green!  And I asked her about it, and she said that she had been fooling around with Muggle color changing contacts.  Then, on the night of the battle, she was gone, only to return the next morning." 

            "Are you serious?" asked Ron.  "Well then who is she really?"

            Harry listened closely.  Hermione took a deep breath.  "She was a fifth year when we were first years.  She was Percy's age, actually.  Do you remember that girl, the Ravenclaw, Tsipora?  She was best friends with Penelope Clearwater.  Anyways, after Hogwarts, she was abroad.  She then became a Death Eater.  No one knows she's returned.  I can't say her Order name, because she'll know if I say it, and you may not know her anyway.  But we must tell Dumbledore!"  Ron nodded fervently.  

            "I have a better idea," said Ginny suddenly, grinning.  

A/N: Okay, shortest chapter in the history of the earth, I know.  Literally.  But the next one will be really long and I will put it up tomorrow.  Thanks, and please review!