Elvenrarehunter: Yes, that's 3 chapters in 2 days, but I'm out of school for summer and have more time.

Spexy: I'm glad you like it so much. It will be finished, I've already written the chapters, just haven't posted them all. I'm also going to start another story with a very different couple…

The Mex: I couldn't bear if you were killed from suspense, so here's more.

orliNkeira: Stovald is a dumbass, but some people are. Can't wait to see your next chapter!

Disclaimer: I don't own Potter or know Rowling, blah…blah…blah

The Greatest Deception

Stovald stared at Katie as she lay motionless on the floor of the conference room. She did not look like the threat that Voldemort had made her out to be. At the moment, she appeared pale and fragile, like a wounded swan. He itched to take her back to the Dark Lord to prove his worth, but it would be too suspicious if she disappeared, and the two British guards were killed during German negotiations while he remained unharmed. His only hope was to get the British Ministry guards out of the room long enough to attempt to find information on her or within the briefcase she carried.

"Why are you just standing there?!" he yelled, "Contact Dumbledore! Tell him to get down here immediately!"

The two British guards nodded and fled from the room. Stovald turned to his own two men.

"Search her briefcase," he ordered, "I'll check her robes."

He knelt down beside the small diplomat and carefully stuck his hand into her pockets. There was nothing there. She moaned, and Stovald jumped slightly.

"Angelina," she murmured.

He pulled his hand out her robes and stared at her intently.

"Angelina," she murmured again, "tell him to stay away until the war is over. Tell him they'll use him to get to me…"

"Tell who to stay away?" he urged her to reply.

"You know who," she moaned, "They can't find out he knows how to reach me…"

The door was flung open, and Dumbledore appeared. Stovald thanked the gods that his men had already finished with her briefcase.

"What happened?" Dumbledore asked him.

"I'm not entirely sure," Stovald told him calmly, "Our negotiations got a bit heated. The next thing I know, she's passed out."

Dumbledore waved his hand over her, causing her to rise into the air.

"I'm taking her to a Doctor I know. I will send someone else to continue negotiations."

Stovald nodded. It did not matter who Dumbledore sent. He had information now, information that Voldemort would welcome with open arms.

Dumbledore sat outside the Hogwarts infirmary with Angelina, waiting for word from Madame Pomfrey.

"Do you think Stovald did something to her?" Angelina asked.

"I do not see how it would have been possible. We had two guards in the conference room with him at all times."

She stared at her hands. "She used to get so ill before Quidditch matches, but she never passed out."

"Perhaps we've neglected to notice how much stress has been put on her," he rubbed his temples, "She has great responsibility."

Madame Pomfrey walked out of the infirmary.

"Is she alright?" Angelina questioned, "What happened?"

The nurse sat down next to them.

"Albus, we have a problem."

Stovald stood before the Dark Lord Voldemort, his lips pursed in a thin smile.

"You said you had information for me," Voldemort hissed.

"Yes, my lord."

He rubbed his hands together, pleased.

"Well? Get on with it!" Voldemort roared.

Stovald shrank back slightly, but quickly pulled himself together.

"Miss Bell passed out during negotiations," he told the Dark Lord, "She had no valuable information on her person, but she did mumble the name Angelina followed by a few words about telling someone not to see her anymore, that he knew how to reach her," his smile grew more dark, "We might not be able to use Dumbledore to find her, but whoever this him is…"

"He knows how to reach her," Voldemort finished, a thin smile stretching across his face.

The Dark Lord stretched out his hand, and a large book flew to him. It contained the names of people who were known friends of Blue Flame members before they went into hiding. He turned to the page dedicated to Katherine Bell.

Angelina Johnson-Weasley. Currently a teacher of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts.

"Stovald, inform Snape that I need to know when Hogwarts will be taking another trip to Hogsmeade."

Madame Pomfrey paced back and forth in Dumbledore's office, making Angelina feel slightly dizzy.

"Miss Bell did not throw up and pass out because of her nerves," she told them.

"Did Stovald manage…" Angelina began.

"Stovald did nothing." Pomfrey interrupted. She stopped and turned to Dumbledore. "Am I correct in my assumption that Katie works with the Blue Flame?"

Dumbledore frowned. "Yes."

"Then she has not been following the regulations set by the ministry."

Angelina could feel her stomach drop.

"Which regulations?" she asked cautiously, already knowing the answer.

Pomfrey pushed her glasses back up her nose and sighed.

"Miss Bell is with child."

Katie stared blankly at the wall ahead. A baby, she was having a baby. If Dumbledore had not had proof of her relationship with Oliver before, he certainly had it now. It felt as though the world was crumbling around her. This was sure to have a ripple effect felt throughout the Order. Oliver would be dismissed as would Dumbledore for bringing him to Katie. Fred, Angelina, and George would more than likely face punishment for seeing her, too.

The door creaked open. She looked up to see Dumbledore and Angelina standing before her.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, "I didn't think…"

"No," Dumbledore interrupted, "you did not, but neither did I. I failed to see what joining the Blue Flame would do to you. I failed to see the repercussions of my own actions."

Angelina squeezed Katie's hand.

"This isn't over though, not if we just keep this quiet." She turned to Dumbledore. "Tell the Blue Flame that Katie was ill. There's a spell we can cast when she starts to show that will hide the pregnancy. When she gets close to her due date, tell them she's ill again. Surely Madame Pomfrey can deliver the baby at the flat."

Katie ran the idea through her mind. It sounded crazy, but it was their only hope.

"It could work. I won't tell anyone, not even Oliver. We just have to keep this between us."

Dumbledore eyed Angelina carefully. "Can you keep this from Fred?"

"Aye."

"Fine. I will talk to Poppy."