"Would you hurry up with the paperwork?" Nanoa asked Kris, later that week while they were in their office.

"I would be done a lot faster if you helped me," Kris responded.

"You know I don't do the paperwork." Kris shook her head and Nanoa began pacing anxiously.

"Would you relax?" Her head shot up from her desk to look at her.

"I want to go out and take another Death Eater down." Nanoa's arms crossed as she threw herself into her chair.

"Nanoa, you know you're going to hate it when you finally run into Malfoy."

"Don't say that. He would never become a Death Eater, he promised me."

"Why else would he not write to you?"

"I won't believe it." Nanoa's teeth were clenched shut.

"Nanoa, don't you think its time to move on. You can have nearly any guy you want. Even Harry asked you out. You can't keep turning guys away, waiting for someone that's not coming back." There was a knock at the door and Neville was standing there.

"Is this a bad time?"

"No," Nanoa answered. "Come on in."

"Ummm... I was wondering if you would be free for dinner." Neville smiled at Nanoa.

"She accepts," Kris answered for Nanoa.

"Really?" He nearly jumped with excitement. "That's great. I'll be back in an hour to pick you up." With that Neville left the room happily and Nanoa turned her chair to look at her friend.

"What? You need to move on. Neville's a good guy. You can settle down with him and be happy." Nanoa turned her chair, so that she was facing her desk, before brushing her hair back as she covered her face. "Nanoa, I knew it wasn't going to work when you told me. You need to find someone that won't turn around and sell you to the devil if it meant saving his own arse."

"Draco wouldn't do that."

"Nanoa, get over yourself. Malfoy is gone and he's not coming back for you. It's time to move on."

"I'm not going out with anyone else." Nanoa got up and pulled her cloak on. "Tell Neville I went home sick."

"Oh come on, Nanoa! Don't be like this; you're acting like you're in first grade."

"I'm sorry, Kris, but until I see him behind a Death Eater's mask or his name under the deceased list in the Daily Prophet, I won't believe it."

Nanoa left the room and rushed into the elevator. A bell dinged as they passed each floor, it stopped once and Fred and George boarded on either side of her.

"Where are you off to, Kid?" Fred asked. 'Kid' was her nickname because everyone still though she was. Whenever she wasn't working, Nanoa was pretty much in her jeans and otherwise casual apparel.

"Oh leave Kid alone. She's probably playing hooky," George stated. "She's been working hard."

"Yeah. Twenty Death Eaters in two years. No one's got that kind of record. You two are pretty well famous. Not even Potter could have gotten a record like that if he was in the ministry," Fred agreed.

"The only odd thing. She never found herself a guy," George informed.

"She's a picky gal." The elevator dinged and Nanoa felt the two twins kiss both her cheeks; it was their trademark around her, before exiting the elevator.

The elevator doors closed and Nanoa looked down at her hand. She was still able to swipe nearly anyone's wand. The elevator came to the ground floor and the doors opened. She passed the entrance desk, which Ginny Weasley was sitting behind

"Hey Ginny," Nanoa said.

"You're out of here early," she replied.

"Yeah. Here." She put the twins' wands on Ginny's desk. "Make sure Fred and George get these back." She smiled mischievously and began to leave.

"Pilfering wands will be the end of you!" Ginny called after her, before magically sending the wands back to their owners.

"Not as long as Fudge doesn't realize I was the one that nicked his wand," Nanoa called back.

Nanoa walked the few blocks back to her apartment; it was a rather cold day so she was happy she had her cloak. She began toward her apartment building and the doorman opened the door into the lobby.

"Good afternoon, Miss Dragonmyth," he greeted.

"Afternoon, Lou," Nanoa replied.

She passed into the lobby and pressed the button for the elevator.

"Oh! Miss Dragonmyth!" called the clerk. "You have a message."

He scrambled through a pile of papers and handed a scrap of parchment to her moments before the elevator dinged from its arrival.

"Thank you, Tom," she said, stepping into the elevator.

Nanoa pushed the button to her penthouse and the elevator beeped for her key. She inserted it and it beeped a, 'Welcome Miss Dragonmyth' before unfolded the parchment; the message reading,

To: Nanoa Dragonmyth

From: unsaid

Message Left: Abandon room. It's not safe. You and Kris are in danger. Please
listen to me.

Thinking it was a prank, Nanoa crumpled it up in her hand and took out her wand; muttering a spell to singe the paper out of existence. She reached her floor and Nanoa got out of the elevator. Ron was still there; he had claimed to be avoiding his manager for the day and was reading the Daily Prophet. She passed him and went into her own room to change into her favourite pair of jeans and spaghetti strap top.

"Rough day?" Ron asked, as Nanoa passed him to go to the kitchen.

"Not really. I just need to get out of there," she answered. "You want a drink?"

"No thanks, I grabbed a scotch earlier." Nanoa scoffed and pulled out the iced tea again; it had become a growing addiction to her ever since Kris had talked her into giving up coke, obviously she had not improved much. "By the way, there's an owl at the window for you; arrived just after you did."

She took a sip from her cup and began into their sitting room. There was an owl skittering about on the windowsill. Nanoa left her cup on the coffee table and went to open the window to take the note from cooing owl. It flapped away as soon as she had taken the letter and as she pulled open the envelope, Nanoa returned to sit next to Ron. After unfolding it, she found it to say,

Nanoa,

Please listen to me. Leave your apartment. It is no longer safe...

Nanoa did not even bother to read on. She balled her hand into a fist, crushing the paper, and threw it into the flames. She took her iced tea back and drank some more of it.

"Bad news?" Ron assumed.

"Just somebody trying to prank me," Nanoa disagreed.

"Whoever it is must not know you."

"Or someone that hasn't spoken to me in a long time... Bloody Hell!"

Nanoa scrambled over to the window, but just as she had seen it before, the owl was gone. She exhaled sharply and her eyes fell to the busy street below her. That was when she saw them, six Death Eaters. Having been around Death Eaters before, she began to recognize the signs. Their black cloaks always appeared to be even darker than any other black and you would see them walking a weak semicircle as the moved. They were going into the lobby and Nanoa nearly tripped over her feet when the elevator's bell rang. She flung out her wand but it was Kris.

"Don't kill me! I was only speaking my mind!" Kris explained and Nanoa lowered her wand.

"Don't let —" But Kris had already stepped out of the elevator and it shut "— the elevator shut."

"Why? You going somewhere?" Ron inquired.

"We all are. Unless you actually want the six Death Eaters for company." That statement surprised Ron enough that he toppled off the couch.

"I knew I choose the wrong week to play hooky and I should have gone to visit my Mum in the Burrow instead of being with London's best Aurors."

"Ron! Relax god damn it," Kris ordered.

"All we have to do is get up to the roof and we can apparate out of here, right?" Ron asked.

"It's not going to be that easy. We're facing Death Eaters; they cut off every route of escape. You have to actually be smart, make them leave their posts," Kris informed.

"Kris, we'll use plan 'C'. Just stuff Ron under your bed so he doesn't get in the way." Kris nodded and left, pulling Ron along with her.

"But I can fight!" Ron whined.