Chapter 63:

            "What?" asked Hermione eagerly.  Ginny grinned. 

            "Well, how about we feed her the wrong information?  Or we can ask her to meet us in the library and surround her!" said Ginny enthusiastically.  Hermione sighed and shook her head. 

            "I don't know if that would work, Gin," said Harry softly.  "She's a Death Eater, and a dangerous one at that…  She works for Voldemort, Ginny!" 

            "I know, I know…" sighed Ginny.  "But I just hate her!  We have to do something!"  Ron nodded.

            "I think she's right, mate," he said.  "We don't need to do something drastic, but…"

            "I agree with Harry," said Lenore decidedly.  "It's too dangerous!" 

            "Everything's too dangerous for you!" said Ginny angrily.  "Why are you even a Gryffindor?" she demanded. 

            "Gin," said Harry. 

            "What?" she exclaimed.  "You're different, Harry Potter!"

            Harry was taken aback.  "No I'm not, Ginny; what's wrong?"

            "Shut UP, Ginny!  Don't talk to him like that!" said Lenore angrily. 

            "Lenore," said Hermione placidly, "Calm down."

            "And YOU!" shrieked Lenore.  "You've made it so hard for Tabby, acting like she's the traitor, just because you're jealous that someone's smarter than you, and she just had all of her friends murdered by VOLDEMORT, and here you are telling us that we can't catch his spy while we have the chance!"

            "Shhh!" Hermione hissed, but nobody listened. 

            "Don't talk to Hermione like that!" shouted Ron.  "Tabby had it coming, strutting around like you Americans are so much better and smarter and more POWERFUl, 'Oh, I'm the mighty heiress of Slytherin!'  You disgust me!  Even if you are related to Harry!  I bet the spy isn't even R—"  Hermione suddenly kissed Ron roughly.  Ron looked shocked for a moment and then blushed a deep crimson.  She broke apart, looking angry, for some reason.

            "You CANNOT say the name!"

            Suddenly, before anyone could say anything else, someone appeared behind them. 

            "I don't strut!" came the indignant voice of Tabby.  Ron spun around.

            "Well I- I – sheesh, talk about cultural imperialism…"

            "Anyways," said another voice; Draco's, "We've deduced- along with half the common room- that you know who the traitor is." 

            Indeed, many people in the Common Room were watching the group with unhidden interest.  Draco spun around.  "Obliviate!" he yelled at a group of first years.  Everyone seemed to get the idea, for they all began hurrying out of the room. 

            "How'd you get in here?" asked Hermione suspiciously.  Tabby chuckled. 

            "Honestly, Hermione… it was your month to choose the password, as a Prefect… it wasn't that hard to figure out 'Study for your NEWTS!'"  Hermione scowled. 

            "Well, then… who is it?" asked Draco solemnly. 

            "As if you don't know," said Ginny scornfully. 

            "Stop picking fights!" said Lenore disdainfully.  Ginny folded her arms. 

            "Well, she's a blonde seventh year Gryffindor," said Hermione loudly, scowling at the arguing pair. 

            "R-" began Tabby, but Ron hissed.

            "Don't say the name!  A charm-"  Tabby nodded. 

            "I think we've got it," said Draco, nodding.  "Surprising.  But I won't ask for the details right now."

            "What details?" asked a voice from behind Harry.  Harry turned around, surprised, his heart pounding.  No one had heard her come down the stairs… He gripped his wand inside his pocket.  Robyn. 

            "Oh, hi, Robyn," said Lenore in a falsely happy voice.  "What's up?"  Robyn smirked for a moment, and Harry knew she knew they knew. 

            "The game is up," he whispered, his heart bursting with anger. 

            "What game?" asked the girl innocently, giggling. 

            "Tsipora… it's over!" said Ginny, rolling her eyes.  Suddenly Robyn's wand was out, but Harry's was out first.  Robyn grabbed Hermione's arm. 

            "Let her go!" growled Ron, "You pathetic, foul death eater…"

            "You're right!" cackled Robyn.  "Draco, dearest, you remember me…?  Tsipora Wentworth?"

            "Are you related to-" began Lenore immediately. 

            "Professor Wentworth?  Beautiful, amazing, talented, intelligent, Gryffindor Calista Wentworth?  Of  course!  My dear sister.  Her only fault, being a Gryffindor and falling in love with Sirius Black… of course, as long as he was a Black, our parents didn't care… it made up for her being in Gryffindor.  You can imagine how… disappointed I was when she was alive, after all these years.  You see, our older brother chickened out of his assignment.  Only pretended to kill his baby sister.  Of course, he was murdered anyway…"

            "How old are you?" asked Ron uncertainly.  Robyn grinned. 

            "Twenty.  Calli's much older; thirty-eight, and our brother, Mikhail, would have been thirty-nine."  Harry suddenly didn't like that they were having such a conversation with a Death Eater. 

            "STUPEF-" he began, but she had a shield up too fast. 

            "You wouldn't want me to cast Crucio on someone, would you?" mocked Robyn, laughing. 

            "Harry Potter- you will be delivered to the Dark Lord tonight.  Lucius and Bella are on their way with a few others.  I daresay, Draco, that you've redeemed yourself?" 

            "Oh, yes," said Draco smugly.  Suddenly, three death eaters emerged from the window. 

            "Who's on shift?" mouthed Harry to Hermione, but he couldn't remember.  As Lucius walked in, commending Draco, Harry cursed him. 

            "Petrificus Totalus!" he shouted.  Lucius just managed to get out of the way.  Bellatrix Lestrange laughed.  A hollow laugh.  An echo of hatred and cruelty. 

            "Accio wand!" shouted Harry.  Bellatrix's wand came soaring through the air, only to be intercepted by Robyn, who was scowling. 

            "Stop your foolish games, Potter.  Just give up!"

            "Never," growled Harry.  Suddenly, Lucius laughed.  He grabbed Ginny. 

            "Do you want to see your girlfriend go mad under the affects of the Cruciatus?  If not, then I suggest that you come with us, Potter…" 

            "Let her go!" shouted both Ron and Harry. 

            "Crucio!" hissed Malfoy.  But the curse somehow bounced off of Ginny and landed on Lucius.  Harry smiled.  The Promise Charm had worked.  Of course, it could be undone- but it was very difficult.  In Gringotts, Lucius had promised not to hurt Ginny if Harry came inside.  And Harry had whispered the Charm…  Lucius fell to the ground in agony, casting Finite on himself. 

            "Boy!" he hissed.  "What was that?"  Harry tried to look smug. 

            "You don't know?"

            "Has wittle Harry Potter been wearning new twicks?" mocked Bellatrix. 

            "Tarantellegra!" shouted Harry.  Bellatrix began tap dancing uncontrollably, and Harry shouted. 

            "RUN!" 

            "Ginny, Lenore, Tabby, and Hermione bolted up the girls' dormitory so that only Bellatrix and Robyn could follow them.  Draco pretended to run after them, cursing.  Harry and Ron ran out through the Portrait.  

            "I don't like leaving them," said Harry apprehensively.  

            "I know," panted Ron, as he dodged a curse.  "The DA room?"

            Harry nodded.  "Let's go…"  They lost Lucius on the way to the tower, throwing curses behind their back.  When they reached the DA room, Lavender was lazily sprawled out next to Seamus on the couch.  She looked up, alarmed.  

            "What is it?"

            "Death Eaters," panted Harry.  "In the school…  gotta alert the DA.."  Lavender nodded.  Within minutes, Harry was on his way to Dumbledore's office as the teachers and DA students went to find the Death Eaters.  

            "Professor," gasped Harry as he arrived in his office.  

            "Yes, Harry?" asked Dumbledore.  

            "Death Eaters… here, and we know who the traitor is…"

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            By the time they reached the Common room, Tabby and Hermione were arguing, Ginny lay unconscious on the floor, and Lenore was rubbing an injury.  Robyn and Bellatrix had gotten away, and Lucius Malfoy was no longer on the maps.  

            "Nice work, today, Harry," sighed Dumbledore.  "Even if we couldn't catch them…"  Harry nodded.  

            Later that evening, Draco came over to Harry, looking upset.  

            "What's up?" asked Harry, sweaty and windswept, as they had just practiced Quidditch.  

            "I'm supposed to bring one of the girls tonight to the Death Eater meeting, as bait for you, Potter…"

            "You're not thinking of…?"

            "Of course not.  But, now I'll really be disowned."

            "I'm sorry, Malfoy."

            "Yeah.  Me, too."

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