Two teenaged punks, a boy and a girl, walked into the almost empty parking garage, one of them dancing around with his headphones on. Following them was another teenaged boy, only dressed in dirty and ratty clothing. They waited by a set of stairs as a woman walked in with a backpack on, and a handgun pointed at the homless boy. She stared him down suspiciously and then turned to the girl.

"You sure he's not 5/0?" she asked in a less than friendly tone. The girl made a stiffled laugh.

"Does he look like a cop?" she asked. The woman lowered her backpack and began to open it.

"Five hundred grams, freshly made this morning," she said as she pulled out a bag filled with white powder. The boy smiled.

"I'll take it," he said, looking relieved to not have a gun in his face.

"Let's see the money first." He reached in his pocket and pulled out a large wad of 50 dollar bills. She smirked and tossed him the bag as he tossed her the cash.

"It'll take me about a week to sell this. Then I'll get back to you." The two punks looked at their watches.

"We gotta split," said the girl. She grabbed the boy by his chain leash and tugged him along and out the door.

The other boy had just shoved the bag in his jacket when the door flew open, and a man walked in, dragging the two punks with him. The man was tall and muscular, with a nose pierce that went in between his nostrils. He wore a pair of sunglasses and there was a black cross on his forehead.

"Look what I found," growled the man. "I found these two snooping around. One of them had this." He pulled out a tape recorder and threw it on the ground, stomping on it. The girl gave a wail, and they were both tossed on the ground. "Stay on the ground!" roared the man. He looked over at the homeless boy.

"I swear, I'm not a cop!" he cried, as a rifel was pointed in his face. The man stared at him, ready to pulled the trigger.

"He looks too stupid to graduate from the academy," he growled. "On the other hand, you never know. You've got three seconds. Start pleading for your life."

"I swear I'm not a cop! I'm with Chester Fields. He's they guy who pointed me to you."

"Never heard of him. You're down to your last second."

"I came here, but I'm also working for Gomez."

"If you're working for Gomez then why are you dealing for us?"

"Gomez keeps all the money. I've go nowhere else to go." The man stared for a moment, when the doors flew open again, and a group of cops rushed in and pointed their guns at them all.

"Get down! Put your hands behind your head!" They all laid down on the ground, and the police handcuffed the boy first. He reached in the boy's pocket and pulled out the bag of cocain. "What have we got here? Let's go, punk!" They pulled the boy up and hurried him out the door. The others waited till he was gone, and the four people on the ground stood up with a groan and began to remove their costumes. The man and woman faded back into what they really looked like, and the girl pulled off her wig.

"We got lucky," muttered Harry Potter as he pulled off the dog collar around his neck. "Any longer and the pollyjuice potion would have worn off. That would have given him a start." Hermione smirked as she undid the pins in her hair. Snape groaned as he pulled out the phony nose peircing.

"I cannot believe you made me wear this," he muttered. Tonks smirked as she pulled her wig off.

"Perfect timing, just like Harry said. And we've got it all on tape." She tossed her hidden tape recorder to the police man and they took their leave.

"Next time you want to hire me for one of your undercover jobs, don't," said Snape. "I don't understand why you have this job."

"It's not about me," said Tonks. "That boy will go to JUVY, and after that he's being placed in a foster home with a good family. It's not about me at all, Snape." She glanced at Hermione who was brushing out her hair. "Oh there's Hermione Granger," said said teasingly. "Chains an dog collars didn't look natural on you." Snape smirked and glanced at Harry who couldn't get the comb through his spiked hair.

"I told you not to use so much gel," said Hermione.

"I think we'll have to shave it," said Snape.

"Most definently," said Tonks.

"Uh-huh. Shave it."

"All of it."

About an hour later they were completely out of costume, and Hermione and Harry were ready to go back to school. Tonks' pager went off, and she stepped towards a window so she could read what it said.

"No way," she muttered. "Hey guys, check this out. My next assignment is Hogwarts." Hermione and Harry looked up.

"What?" asked Hermione.

"I'll bet you anything it has something to do with the attacks on the quidditch team," said Harry. "The first victim went a step down this morning."

"You two know about this?" asked Tonks.

"Only what we've seen," said Hermione. "Maybe we could help on this one too. Pose as students."

"You are students," said Snape.

"Hermione's right," said Harry. "We know the students and we've seen what's happened so far. We could help." Tonks shrugged.

"I'd have to run it by my boss and Dumbledore, but I see no reason why not," she said softly.

"Ginny's slipped into a coma," said Ron as he, Hermione, and Harry walked down the hallway. "The healers won't let us see her."

"We already know who's doing it," said Parvati who joined up with them.

"Yeah, but they won't believe us," said Harry. Hermione stopped and pointed just ahead of her.

"Heads up," she muttered. They stopped a looked. Malfoy and his gang of black were comming towards them, none of them making eye contact with anyone. Leonard Baynes, the largest and roughest Hufflepuff in their house grabbed Malfoy by the shoulder and pushed him against the wall. The other people in black just stared silently.

"I'm not afraid of ghosts," he said menacingly. Malfoy said nothing, and tried to slip past him. Leonard pinned him to the wall again. "What could a ghost ever do to me? Tell Abel that his noose is cooked and so is yours!"

"What did I do?" he asked, not even fighting back.

"You're weird! That costs extra around here. Give me some money." He reached in Malfoy's trench coat pocket and pulled out a bag full of knuts. Malfoy was pushed into the wall one last time before Leonard walked off with a smile on his face. Pansy hurried in the opposite dirrection, followed by Malfoy.

"Never thought I'd feel sorry for Malfoy," said Hermione as she watched them go.

"I don't," said Ron. "C'mon. Let's go." They left for their next class silently, Hermione glancing back to see where Malfoy and Pansy were going.

Pansy walked into the Library and sat at a table, burrying her face in her arms. Malfoy sat next to her and stroked her back.

"Hey, it's alright," he said softly. "It'll be okay."

"I can't stand this anymore," said Pansy. "I've done almost everything I can to get them to leave me alone and they don't."

"But look around you," said Malfoy. "Abel's got our backs. All we have to do is show him which one. Now that's real power." Pansy sighed and forced a smile as Malfoy kissed her on the cheek and embraced her. "It'll be alright," he whispered.