Aberforth was tending the bar when a burly man stepped in. He looked rather shady and his hood was covering his face. His robes were immaculate and he wiped off the stool before taking a seat at the bar.

"Ein Glas von Ihrem stärksten Stoff."

"Coming right up."

Aberforth didn't appear very smart but once a curse backfired on him enabling him to understand different languages. It was rather useful as he got so many of strange folks in the bar. This man didn't look very German though, then again, he didn't look like the classic Britain.

"Wie ist Geschäft Aberforth gewesen?"

"Anständig."

Aberforth stopped polishing the glass and looked a little closer at the man in front of him. Something about him seemed familiar.

"Kenne ich Sie?"

"Sie gekommen zu Aberforth. Zeiten hat geändert und wir wurden seperated, schaut der Dunkle Herr überall an."

"Damit, was von Ihnen geworden ist, eine bescheidenen Handlanger."

"Ich würde bescheiden nicht sagen. Sie können noch Aberforth anschließen, wartet der Dunkle Herr mit offenen Armen für neue Anhänger."

"Ich bin treu zu einer differnt Ursache Paracelsus. Sie können stil wählt die leichte Seite."

"Ich werde nicht. die dunkle Seite wird Aberforth gewinnen. Bedenken Sie meine Wörter."

"Ich werde sie bedenken. Sie sollen abbaut ebenso bedenken."

"Es ist zu spät für daß mein Freund." The stranger at this point let out a hollow laugh. Happiness no longer danced in Aberforth's grey eyes. "Bis wir uns wieder treffen."

"Bis wir uns wieder treffen."

With the last greetings done the stranger left a small pile of money on the counter and disappeared with a swish of his cloak, into the blackness of the night.

Aberforth sighed and put the rusted glasses away closing up for the night. He hadn't seen Paracelsus for a while and their conversation was a sign of how dark the times had become. He understood why German was spoken instead of English, it was too risky to be overheard.

Shortly after, Dumbledore entered the pub. He looked much like a business man and it wasn't until certain spells were placed over the pub did he transform into himself.

"Evening Albus."

"Greetings, Aberforth."

"Anything new up at the castle?"

"No, we might even be able to bring the trio back soon; we're almost in possession of the weapon."

"Good, good. Empty house tonight, I can call them down if you like."

"Yes, that would be good."

Aberforth quickly pressed a small button and within seconds the trio was tumbling into the main room from a miniscule tunnel which was where the button had been. They spotted Dumbledore and quickly rushed over eager to tell him their news.

"Headmaster! Today we were eavesdropping on the alley, Hermione's idea--"

"Anyways we spotted Mafalda--"

"She said something about an attack--"

"Went off with Blaise to hear the details--"

"Pansy's pregnant!"

At this Harry and Hermione looked at Ron, their mouths slightly open. The boy had no common sense.

Dumbledore looked at them thoughtfully and popped a lemon drop in his mouth.

"Hmm, this is quite a lot of news to take in. Mafalda...Slytherin and cousin of Ron's. Black hair, black eyes, gossiper and daughter of an accountant...Zabini, I will assume you mean Blaise. Ah, yes. Not much to say about him; parents are Death Eaters very close to being in Voldemort's inner circle. Attack, and he confirmed it?"

The trio nodded eagerly slightly scared about what Dumbledore might know about them.
"Yes, this would bring reason to panic. I will alert the Order to be on guard and will suggest that you keep your wands at the ready. Aberforth, has anyone searched the pub, or have any Death Eaters been inside?"

"No, brother."

"Very well. That said, there isn't anything we can do but wait."

Authors Note: I have finished the entire story. It is done. All 44 chapters of it. Now you just have to wait a couple of days and all will be posted. I am rather sad that it is over. I really enjoyed writting this story and am curious to what I will do next. I was consdiering a Fred and Angelina story, or maybe a short peice on Sir Cadogen but I am not entirely sure. I will be doing a one-shot of Tamora Peirce's work before I start up the Harry Potter thing again. Really, suggestions would be welcome if you want to share any plot bunnies with me. I understand if you don't, I like to hog my plot bunnies.

MellyV: Well, they are only sixteen, expect for Ron who is 17, but Harry and Hermione already had a love even if it was only a friendship type of love. So really they started out in a serious relationship.
Your finaccee left you? The mean little pre-scholler!

Ronkid8826: No need to inform me when chapter six will be up, I get e-mails telling me that thank you very much.

Thanks for the compliments though.