Voldemort was standing in front of his Death Eaters. "Somebody has betrayed me. I can sense it. Which of you is the spy? That much I don't know. But when I find out, well, you know what will happen. I do have my suspects." His eyes flickered over Snape, Avery and Macnair. The three fidgeted nervously.
A deatheater scampered forward and kissed Riddle's robes. "Master, please forgive me. I have been feeding then information, but that means I get even more to pass to you."
"Rookwood? Never would have thought. Well, I'll not kill you, but… Crucio!"
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Harry had to stop hugging Ginny for a second, because his scar was paining him. He placed his hand over it.
"What's wrong, Harry?" said a red-faced and tearstreaked Ginny.
"Scar." He replied.
"What happened?"
"I'm pretty sure hes torturing someone. I'm not getting a particular feeling, and it doesn't hurt like hes killed someone."
There was a knock at the door, and Luna came in, followed by Neville. Harry noted that they were holding hands.
"Hi, Ginny. Harry. Whats wrong?" Luna asked.
"Can you excuse us for a second?" Ginny asked Luna and Neville.
"Sure."
Ginny grabbed Harry's hand and pulled him outside.
"Should we tell them?"
"I'm not sure. I mean, they went with us to the Department of Mysteries, do you want to? And do you reckon we should tell Ron and Mione?"
"I'd figure so. You go get them. Us three will stay in my room till you get back."
"Alright." Harry said.
He ran upstairs. He opened the door, and "Oi, that's not right!" He had found the two in a very intimate position. Harry covered his eyes. "You guys gotta get down to Gin's room. We've got something to tell you." Harry walked downstairs. 'I'm scarred for life. Seeing Mione and Ron naked, just, ugh.' He thought.
Sorry for short chapter. Next one'll be longer. Promise.