Disclaimer: same as before. I own Cameron, Dan, Sam, Max, Amber, I don't own anythin else. I only wish I did.

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Cameron was thrown into a cage like cave. From what he could see the back of the cave was only about 20 to 30 feet from the cell door. So the cell was not that large. Cameron fell into the wall of the cave; he laid there his head resting against the cool ground. He was forming a plan in his mind when a voice brought his attention up. He slowly and with difficulty pulled himself into a sitting position. He looked across cave. The figure of a man was sitting there. From what Cameron could see it looked like this man had been through Hell and back, his face reminded Cameron of someone, then Cameron remembered this was what Sirius Black had looked like when the group had first met him thinking he was a murder only Sirius had been innocent. This man had the same sunken face like a skeleton, this man looked like he had been through Azkaban.

            "My they're just coming in younger and younger," the man croaked. "How old are you boy? 16 17?"

Cameron didn't know whether to answer or not, however his instinct told him that the man was ok. Cameron's memory told him he knew this man. But Cameron ignored that.

            "18 Sir" Cameron said,

The man whistled

            "Kids," he said shaking his head "they're bringing kids into this" he looked at Cameron "kinda hard to tell how old your are boy, your going grey"

Cameron sighed; he knew that, his hair had started turning grey just after his 16th birthday, according to Remus, graying at an early age was a Lupin family trait. He had some grey in his fawn hair here and there but not a whole lot at the moment. Cameron knew the older he became the more the grey would increase.

"How long have you been here?" Cameron asked

The man laughed

            "Lost count been here so long, suppose it be about 8 years"

Cameron stared at the man, 8 years Cameron had been at Hogwarts less then that. What had this man done to be taken prisoner?

            "What did you do?" Cameron asked curious

            "Years ago I held a very important job at the Ministry of Magic, and Voldemort's supporters felt I would be useful when Voldemort regained his power. Nearly 2 years later I'm still waiting here" The man's dark eyes stared hard at Cameron "you work at the Ministry don't you boy?"

Cameron nodded a little.

            "Sort of"

            "How are things there, still the same?"

Cameron shrugged

            "I guess so, I'm kinda not in the ministry I just work for them."

The man smiled as though he knew something.

            "You have any idea why they brought you here?" he asked Cameron shook his head.

            "No"

The man's smile turned into a frown.

            "Boy your in for a hell of a few days." He paused "I know I went through it."

That was it the man wouldn't say any more the rest of the night. Except when dinner came. Food consisting of bread and water appeared before them. The man took his share of bread and water and nudged the plate over to Cameron. Who wouldn't take it. It wasn't that he couldn't get to it; Cameron wasn't going to eat anything they gave him. He knew what kind of potions could be put into food or drink to make someone do something. Cameron had gone through training, all informers for the ministry went through 2 weeks of training before they where sent out into the field. One of the things they where taught was not to accept anything from suspected Death Eaters.

            "Listen kid you've got to eat, you'll need you strength for tomorrow." The man said grimly "ah let me guess you went through training at the Ministry. I think I know your job now." Cameron looked up. "You're an informer aren't you?" Cameron looked away from the man; he wasn't going to admit anything. "Kid I'll tell you this much, if you're an informer, I know what you where trained to and not to do. I went through the same training, and I'll tell it too you straight now. All that training? Forget it. That shit will never help you here." Slowly Cameron looked at the man. "You are aren't you?"

Cameron nodded.

            "What do they want me for?" Cameron asked

            "Specifically I don't know why you're here. I was taken prisoner because I'm not just a wizard. I have abilities that Voldemort's followers felt would help them win this damn war."

Cameron didn't know what to say. He knew one thing; he wasn't going to be prisoner here for 8 years he'd get out of here.

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