Harry woke up the next morning feeling fully charged. The last few days had been so emotionally draining, he valued sleep so much. It was the one time when he wasn't agonizing over this strange occurrence. Each morning felt like the beginning of a very, very, sad story. Unfortunetly, Harry had no choice but to get up as usual, and make the best of it. He slipped on a robe, sighed and reached for his glasses. Putting them on, he noticed a slip of white paper that had fallen off of his desk. It was a note from his parents.

Good morning! Your father and I went off to The Witches Kitchen to look at their new frying pan selection. I doubted you wanted to come so I didn't wake you up. Make yourself some breakfast and for goodness sake, unpack your things!

We'll be back around 4:00

Love,

Mum

"Good morning, Harry. You are in the kitchen" the light said as Harry stumbled in. He'd come to realize that, as useful as the lights were when he first got here, they were starting to get on his nerves. "Good morning" he grumbled, and grabbed a piece of bread. He toasted it with his wand, and nibbled on the crust as he read the newspaper on the table. The sticker on the corner claimed it was actually for the neighbor's house. "Must've been a new owl," Harry assumed. He skimmed through a couple pages, pictures of a new breed of newts crawled around the second page. The word "Voldemort" caught his eye, and Harry looked at an article that had been continued from the first page.

(continued from page 1) but we have made some progress" states Renold. The ministry has discovered that Voldemort is using a new system to notify the death eaters of the next attack. "We have noticed that the tattoos on our imprisoned death eaters are fading. This leads us to believe they no longer have a use. Voldemort has come up with a new system of notifying his followers, and we must start new investigations to find out what he is doing."

The article went on about the funding for investigations, and how donations were needed. Harry was surprised. The article blatantly stated that no progress had been made, and that nobody was doing anything about it. So how could Voldemort be contacting the death eaters? The Ministry Of Magic was probably scanning all local spells, looking for ones that were suspicious… Was it possible that he wasn't using magic? This would be, of course, a huge risk. It wouldn't be nearly as reliable as magic. But yet, Harry could understand why Voldemort would avoid magic. Complicated, intricate spells were exactly what the Ministry was looking for, so why not throw them off completely? Notifying each death eater in person would hide it from the Ministry, but it wouldn't hide it from the world. With everyone worried about him, who wouldn't report a cloaked figure talking to their neighbor every Tuesday night? Contacting each death eat would not only be obvious, but would take a while too. It's possible that he was having a certain, trusted death eater notify everyone. Owls were out of the question, as many letters were now being scanned. Unfortunately, this did not leave one answer. There were hundreds of methods Voldemort could be using, and Harry had no idea which one it was. Harry crumbled up the newspaper, and tossed it at the rubbage bin. The bin shifted forward to catch the balled-up newspaper.

When Harry got up from the table, and saw a tiny white slip of paper flutter to the ground. It had fallen off of his lap as he had stood up, and Harry now leaned over to pick it up. One side was blank, and the other read 25 Crestler Avenue 66/885 99 in black, swirly type. And that was it, no explanation whatsoever as to what this address entailed. Harry's eyes wandered to the rubbage bin, and he decided the paper must've come from the newspaper. He got up and retrieved the newspaper from the bin, and smoothed it out on the table. Pictures in the ads jumped and wiggled to get his attention, but nothing seemed to explain the note. It was only when Harry folded the paper back up, that he saw something very important. The sticker on the newspaper read "Chris Kaney," meaning the note was not meant for Harry or anybody in his house. His neighbor's paper had been delivered to the wrong house, meaning probably only Chris Kaney knew what 25 Crestler Avenue 66/885 99 meant.

Just then Harry's parents burst through his front door. It couldn't be four o'clock already! "Oh good, you did wake up on your own! Your father kept telling me the whole drive home how you probably would still be asleep, and how we should've had the note wake you up when it was getting late… so it turns out the witch's kitchen doesn't open til this afternoon, so your father and I picked up some groceries instead.. I-" His mother kept babbling until he had to interrupt her. "MOM! Slow down!" Harry cried out, half-laughing at his mom's easy excitability. Sure enough, little bags of oranges, milk, and tomatoes started floating in. They landed on the kitchen counter and began to unpack themselves. Harry's father soon came inside, and sat down next to Harry. "Dumbledore's codelets? I haven't seen one of these since my days at Hogwarts! Now let's see- 66, well that would be-" Harry's father exclaimed as he picked up the little piece of paper. "You know what that is?" Harry asked, confused, was the message really meant for his father? Harry's dad nodded, and explained "This is what we call a Dumbledore codelet. These were used originally by Dumbledore to notify professors when they would have a meeting, so students wouldn't know about it and play some sort of prank. Of course, eventually we figured it out, and we soon used the same idea for the little clubs we had. You see, you add up the digits of each of the numbers. The first number is the month, the second the day, and the third the time. It's usually in army time, so the code would only be in numbers- no a.m. or p.m. Usually the meeting spot was previously established with all of the club members, but I guess this would be the address….Where'd you find this, Harry?" Harry quickly snatched the paper from his dad, and blurted his first excuse. "The um, quidditch captain gave it to me…we're supposed to have a practice over break. I guess he didn't want the slytherin team finding out…" and Harry dashed upstairs into his room, paper in hand.

6+6 was 12, 8+8+5 was 2, and 9+9 was 18…..so this meant December 21, 18 o'clock. 18 o'clock in army time would actually be 6:00 p.m, and December 21 was… TODAY! Harry didn't know what this secret meeting was about, but the twist in his gut hinted it had to do with Voldemort. And Harry didn't put it past Voldemort to be cocky enough to use his enemy's secret code.