"Come in." called a voice.
A tall man in a long robe stood up from the plush chair that he had been sitting in for the past half-hour. He walked slowly to the door, his large boots clucking against the marble floor. The door made a slight creak as he opened it with his gloved hand.
"You called me about some information?" the tall man spoke walking to a chair the man behind a desk had motioned towards. He sat down and looked around the room. It was lavishly furnished and there were books lining the walls, many which looked very old and valuable. The desk, behind which a thin man of about medium height sat, was covered in small trinkets and papers. There was a large scale on one side and next to the desk there was a bird's perch, which at the moment stood empty.
"Yes, I've heard you might have some information pertaining to the whereabouts of Harry Potter, is this correct?" he questioned moving some papers into a drawer so he could cross his fingers and rest his elbows in the cleaned space.
"Yes, but I was specifically asked to tell no one that information, seeing as anyone could be under control of a Death Eater, or worse You Know Who." was the man's response.
"Yes, that's true, but I merely wish to find my son and Harry would be the quickest way to do so!" the man said slightly aggravated.
"I know Arthur, but you know I can't tell you that." The tall man said sympathetically. "The boys will be done with their work soon and will be able to come out of hiding as soon as they finish it, but before they are sure they can defeat the Dark Lord and save Hermione they aren't letting anyone know where they are at except me."
"Fine, I understand." he said slightly put off, "By the way," he added, "your speech has improved tremendously since we last spoke."
The tall man grinned, "Yeah, Miss McGonagall has been working with me." He looked around, "You seem to be pretty busy."
"Yeah, and I think I should get back to work, so you can go home now Hagrid."
The two men stood and shook hands. Hagrid turned and left the room whistling. Arthur sat down at the desk with a large frown on his face. "Damn, I was hoping he would have been stupid enough to give the boy's father his location." he said standing up. He walked to where a hidden closet in the bookcase was and opened it. A body fell out and laid there on the floor, the face warped with fear.
"Well, I guess I can leave this trash heap now." the man said, his features slowly changing.
Voldemort Disapparated from Arthur Weasley's office with a small pop. Arthur's body lay on the ground waiting to be found the next morning.