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Cambri ran down the halls of the Ministry of Magic, hearing shouts, only to collide with someone head on, running the other direction. It took a moment of confusion before she realized that it was a death eater she had ran into. "What's wrong?" she demanded as they both scrambled to their feet. "What went wrong?"

"No time!" he gasped and she recognized the voice of Rodolph Lestrange. "Stay here; we had to switch to plan C."

"What happened to plans A and B?" Cambri demanded, as some distant part of her wondered exactly who had come up with these unoriginal plan names. Why couldn't they have something like: Plan Omega Beta Alpha Muffin? Okay, that name was too long, but honestly . . . . she would have to get on them for that.

"No time! Remember, plan C!" he said urgently, pushing her out of the way and racing down the hall after his fellows. Cambri's mind was blank for a moment, then suddenly she remembered her role in plan C. Cursing everyone she could think of, she rolled behind a statue and waited for the Aurors she could now hear quite clearly to round the corner. She hated being the distraction, but she was the only one good enough to hold them off long enough. Still, she was devoted enough to her master and his cause that she would do anything he told her without question. All in all, it did not surprise Cambri that, looking back, she didn't spare even a brief thought for her own life (or death) until long after the battle was over.

The Aurors, all seven of them, as Cambri grimly thought, came to a quick stop when they saw that one of their enemies had stayed behind. There was a long, stretched out moment in which they all stared and her and her upraised wand, and in which Cambri was intensely glad they could see her face, the still immature face of a fifteen year old girl, and then Kingsley Shacklebolt took control.

"She's obviously stalling for the others. Take her down quickly and keep going!" he commanded, and one of them stepped forward. Cambri bit back a demonic laugh. Only one. Please. Spare me. She leapt aside to avoid a stunning spell he sent at her, then stunned him back. The difference was, her spell didn't miss.

As soon as he was down, another one took his place. Cambri was already getting tired of the battle. Maybe she could scare some of them off? Doubtful, but definitely worth a try. Besides, stunning spells didn't last forever. Before he even had a chance to get a word in, she raised her wand high.

"Avada Kedavra!" she shouted. As much as she hated shouting spells-it seemed to unnecessarily vulgar and show-offy- it was needed for this one. As usual, she felt the rush of death tugging at her clothes, as if the spell wanted to take her with it. And, as usual, she shut her eyes so she wouldn't see what the consequences of the spell were. She had no problem looking at dead bodies, but she didn't like to watch the process.

Still, she could feel it. She could feel the life and breath being torn out of his body and she concentrated on sending it away. It was a terrible spell, with terrible consequences, but it was easy enough once you got comfortable with killing.

All this took only seconds to happen, and then there was silence. There always was after a murder, but, as she knew from experience, it didn't last for long. Sure enough, Kingsley's growl of fury put the horribly spiraling silence out of its misery. Three of the remaining five Aurors stepped up, Kingsley among them, and the battle began in earnest. Cambri, with three of them to keep her busy, could not stop the other two from running down the hall after her fellows, but it didn't matter. She'd given them plenty of time to escape.

Cambri had been holding her own in the battle, knowing that eventually they would get her, but that didn't bother her very much, when she heard the whoosh of someone appearing very fast behind her, but she couldn't spare any time to look around. She could only hope it was help for her, although she very much doubted it.

Still, even with the knowledge that the appearance of the mystery person could only mean bad news, the voice she heard behind her chilled her.

"Cornelius sent me. They've captured a Death Eater in the entryway, and he needs you for questioning. I'll take care of this one."

The tired Aurors nodded and Disapparated, and Cambri whipped around to face her new opponent, a feeling of dread erupting in her stomach when she saw him. Still, she couldn't let him know that.

"Dumbledore," she said smoothly, keeping her eyes on his face.

"Yes," he replied, his eyes burning as he looked at her. "I don't believe I know your name."

"Nor will you," she said curtly, and the battle began again.

He won, of course, but she was able to hit him twice with a mysteriously ineffective stunning spell before he stunned her. When he did, he walked over to the Death Eater with a growing feeling of apprehension. She was very good, and with someone like her on Voldemort's side, the Dark Lord's conquest had a much larger chance of success.

He checked her vitals, just to make sure. The Order needed one alive. Then he removed her mask, and blinked in surprise. The calm, peaceful face of a sleeping teenage girl confronted him, and his mind suddenly spiraled with questions, all of them unanswerable.

"Dumbledore?" Remus's voice sounded behind him. "Dumbledore, the other Death Eater-he escaped. They want to know if you've got the other one."

"I do, Remus," said Dumbledore, standing. "And here she is. But I don't think that we will be telling the Ministry that. We need her at the Order for questioning. The Ministry will just sentence her to Azkaban and the information she carries will be wasted."

Remus looked closely at the girl lying on the floor and said something he normally didn't say in polite society. "She's so young!" he whispered. "She's Harry's age, Dumbledore; are you sure that's her?"

Dumbledore nodded. "I'm sure. I had to take her down myself, and she nearly broke my Three-Curse Spell before I could get her. She stunned Charmel, and the Ministry is going to have to write a letter to Kope's family," he said, gesturing to the two fallen Aurors.

"She did that?" Remus said, raising an eyebrow. "This is bad. Who is she?"

The older man shook his head. "I don't know," he said grimly. "But we are going to have to find out."