By the time Harry had decided to go into the house, it was morning and everybody was awake and moving around.
"Morning, 'Arry," Fleur said as she glided around the kitchen, helping Mrs.Weasley with this and that. And giving her tips and bits of advice that you could tell she hadn't asked for.
"Harry?" Ginny said coming up behind him, "May I talk to you, please?" Harry nodded and followed her upstairs. She motioned for him to sit down on the bed and he did so.
"What is it, Ginny?" She closed the door behind her and sighed.
"Where'd you go with Tori?" Harry looked at her curiously. I thought that she and Tori were best friends, he thought. Wouldn't she have told her?
"Didn't she tell you?" he asked.
"N-no she didn't. She got all mad and told me to ask 'my precious Harry Potter,'" Ginny replied trying to hold back tears, "We haven't gotten into a fight over something this childish since the day we found out that she would be going to the U.S."
Harry stared at her. Childish? He thought. She must not have told her.
"Do you know where she went?" he asked, trying to hide his curiosity.
"Probably to see CD," she replied, "Every time she gets mad she goes to see him. I never really understood why though…" She looked up at Harry, "Why? You're not going to follow her, are you?"
"Would it be wrong if I did?" he asked quietly. She glared at him momentarily, "Harry? You don't trust her, do you?" He shook his head.
"Look, I know we got into a fight. But all friends do. It doesn't mean she needs to be followed around," Ginny said defensively, "Give her some credit." Harry clenched his fists.
"You have no idea what you're talking about!" Harry said incredulously, "How can you defend her when she's a liar? You don't know what she's been doing over these past few years. You didn't keep in touch with her. For all we know, she could've joined Voldemort and is just another spy like Snape was." Harry began to breathe hard. Ginny slowly moved backwards.
"N-no," she muttered, "She wouldn't do anything like that, Harry. I know her." Harry shook his head slowly and muttered, "Whatever. I'm leaving. I'll be back later."
Narcissa Malfoy sobbed loudly over her only son's bed. He, asleep, could not hear the sobs, but everyone else in the house could. And they did not enjoy it.
"N-narcissa?" Tori said uneasily. Narcissa looked up at her with swollen, red eyes and glared, "How could you tell him those things? Lying like that? You know that I love my son, as does his father." Tori narrowed her eyes at the woman.
"I did what needed to be done. He's only a commodity. He is weak. And because of his weakness I am forced to take his place," Tori sat down in dark blue armchair and, crossing her legs, continued, "And don't you dare attempt to tell me differently. Now where is my older brother, CD?" Narcissa whimpered, "In the study with Lucius." Tori smiled. That's much better, she thought to herself and quickly made her way to the study.
"CD!" she yelled as she spotted him amongst all the clutter of papers. She looked around and also saw Lucius, someone she wasn't so eager to see.
"Hey Ally," he said as she walked towards them, "You may wanna be careful. There's something dangerous scurrying around here. We're just not quite sure what it is yet." Tori smiled, "I told you the name's Tori now. No one calls me Ally 'cept…" She let her voice trail off, but CD knew whom she was talking about.
"Has anyone spoken with him?" she asked softly. CD shook his head, "Lucius and I haven't obviously, since we're sort of in hiding, but I believe Severus has. Bella is here as well, if you wish to speak to her."
"As a matter of fact, I would. Pray tell, where is she?" Tori said, sounding like an elderly woman. CD pointed down the hall, "She's in the guest room with the beautiful 18th century painting of Dracula." Tori nodded and began to make her way down the hall when Lucius stopped her.
"What is it, Lucius?" she asked narrowing her eyes at him. She had never, in all her years of knowing the Malfoy family, liked Lucius Malfoy. She despised his very being. It wasn't because of anything that he had done to her. Which, in all truth, had been nothing. However, a loathing that burned deep in her soul grew more with each passing day she was forced to take part in his company. But he wore the fact that he was weak on his sleeve like one would their heart. And she hated weakness.
"D-do you-? Do you know what's going to happen to Draco?" he asked softly. He had lost all of his fight. He knew that, eventually, he would be forced to face the Dark Lord and that it was going to be an end to everything he believed himself to have accomplished on his own. She shook her head.
"The Dark Lord will punish who he sees fit, how he sees fit. Not myself, nor you." And with that, she continued down the hall towards Bellatrix's room.
Harry stepped out of the dark fireplace and looked around. The place looked empty, deserted. There was no one there. He removed his wand from his pocket and whispered, "Lumos." The end of his wand instantly began to burn a bright, light shade of green. He moved it around the living room before making his way over and up the staircase.
"Geez," he said aloud without realizing it, "Somehow I didn't think that she was this neat of a person." He looked around her room and found a switch. A large chandelier on the ceiling brightly lit up the room. He blinked a couple of times. He glanced around a couple more times, unsure of where to start.
"If I want to find anything on her, I'll need to think like her," he said quietly. And sat down on the bed in deep thought, when he remembered something from his second year at Hogwarts. He lifted up her mattress and found nothing.
"A journal. A diary. Something. If I know girls well enough, it's that they like to keep things written down. She's got to have one around…here…somewh…" his voice trailed off. Of course, he thought to himself smugly. One place that no one would look. He went to the closet and reached on the top shelf. He felt around for a bit, before his hand bumped something hard.
"Aha!" he exclaimed and brought down the black leather bound book. On the cover it read, "Occlumens: An Easy Guide to Studying the Art of the Mind." He tapped the book and muttered, "Recantra." The words on the cover of the book slowly swirled around and spelled, "This is the Journal of Alison B. Mourne."
"Just what I was looking for," Harry mumbled and quickly tucked it into his jacket pocket. He knew that he couldn't show it at the Burrow. The Weasleys wouldn't stand for it. He felt an itch to sit on the floor and read it there but that was too dangerous. He could be caught and who knows what would happen after that.