Deep in the dungeons, Severus Snape, stepped into his shower to remove the filth that covered him. The mess and destruction that a death eater could cause single handedly was far more then any that cowering Longbottom could. As the hot water scalded his skin, he shut his eyes and thought back to that afternoon's unexpected events. He had been able to warn Dumbledore a week ago that they were going after Hogsmead, but it turned out that it had been Diagon Alley instead. It looks like the Dark Lord knew that a spy had been among the Death Eaters, or he must have simply changed his mind. It was hopeful thinking. But what was even more unsettling were those girls.

He had never seen any of them before in his life, but he felt as if he'd known all of them for many years. They couldn't be anymore then 17 each, and the blue haired one looked so young. Well, age really didn't matter did it? He was a death eater by 17. Either way they were far more powerful then most witches and wizards that were their age. They would need to become stronger though if the intended to keep doing what they were doing. They began so strong, but with Voldermort's resurrection and the restoration of his powers, they stood as much chance as he did.

Better that they're allies instead of enemies.

He stepped out of the shower, his pale skin pink and steaming from the heat of the water that had run over it for the last 20 minutes.

He needed a drink, and then a nice long sleep, but first he had to report to Dumbledore.

Draco returned to his dormitory, ignoring his friends' inquires. He slammed the door shut and fell fast first on to the bed. With his eyes shut the whole thing played over in his head. It had been his first real Death Eater gathering/raid. He had thought it would have been more exciting then that, that some one would have fought back. After a while, the whole thing bored him, but he didn't say a word because his father had been there, standing close to Voldermort so that he could ready to take orders that much faster.

Draco was actually thankful when those girls had shown up. At least when he sent a spell their way, they returned the favor. And they were almost a match to him. One of the little bitches had sent a fire ball at his head. Lucky for him he had stepped out of the way just in time, but not without suffering serve burns to his freshly tattooed arm. He'd make sure that next time she paid for it. It had been...interesting. But it had really made him ready for to come back to his bed and sleep.

He rolled on to his side and fell into a dreamless slumber.

Lucius stormed into his study. He paced back and forth, reliving that afternoon. There was a new threat. A threat that didn't mean much to him and of course couldn't face his Dark Lord, but they certainly made a mess of the rest the death eaters. One of the little weaklings had managed to inflict a rather nasty wound on his son's arm.

He wouldn't stand for it of course. It couldn't be done. He'd have to find out who they were. He'd never seen them before and they certainly were witches. They must have some very powerful disguise magic.

A house elf scuttled into his study with a bottle of whiskey and a shot glass. Lucius snatched the bottle from his dirty hand and kicked the sniveling thing out the door. In three quick gulps, the bottle was empty and Malfoy senior sat down in a oversized armchair and placed his feet up on the desk.

It was a nap well deserved.

Lupin sat with the rest of the adult members of the Order and listened to Albus tell them news that Snape had told him a few short hours ago. It looked like they would have a fighting chance after all to win this war. At least they weren't the only ones fighting he-who-must-not-be-named. Of course the celebration was short lived, as Dumbledore gave out missions to each of them. It looked like he'd researching new ways to avoid detection so that they could move closer to their target without being spotted. The book work. Because thats what he always loved.

Sirius would be teasing him right about now asking if he found anyone to date in between the mountains of books.

The veil shimmered in the dim light of the torches. It swayed as if there was a breeze in the empty room. In a moment, it was lifeless again.

A/N: It's short, but if I keep them short, I can put more effort into it. I would like to adore and honor my first reviewer though, BabeBunny. Thank you very much for commenting. I love and adore and honor you.

I also want to point out I remembered some things that I hadn't changed from the old story and I had to go back and fix. Sorry guys. You don't have to read it again but it's easier to understand.