Disclaimer: I'm about to play a soccer game, so I don't really have the time to write the entire HP series... meaning, I don't own anything except Gallanger and Morlock.

Tell me what you think, I just wrote it this afternoon while listening to my spanish cd... sry, nothing really correlates. I also do not have an editor/beta so please excuse my english mechanics, they are horrible :)

Please Review, gives me hope! Abarraine.28 June 2005.


Calculations:Insulted
Dead. He's dead? Shock didn't even justify the word Lily Evans felt at the moment. She was appalled, shaken, petrified, and insulted. Insulted at the fact that Morlock could have double-played her so easily. Stabbed her in the back after their years of having a trusting friendship built solely on relying on each other.

Gallanger had left just minutes prior and Lily could barely comprehend what he'd said, what they had discussed. The horrific happenings that could take place if Morlock had really leaked all their known information as supposed.

Lily leaned back, head in hands, trying to step in Morlock's frame of mind. It's all we've got now—I need to dig through all I know of him and battle Voldemort from the inside out. Sighing, she stood up and opened the file cabinet next to the window. The sun had set a few hours ago, creating a dark ominous night. Normally Lily relished the night, opening the window to hear the faint sounds of traffic and feel the cool breeze. But tonight, she was scared to even stand next to the open window, everything had changed now. She was a walking target—no, not only her, her fellow unspeakables, her friends, her family, James...

She flicked open the cabinet and delved into the files, easily flicking past the irrelevant ones until she came upon Morlock, Ehren. Sliding it carefully out, she laid it on her desk, after shoving her other papers into a slapdash pile and sliding them onto the hardwood floor. Laying the thick file on her desk, she took a deep breath, closing her eyes before opening it.

Inside held several reports on Morlock and pictures of him, mostly profiles of Morlock, all telling the same thing—his age, height, weight, blood status, family background. Lily glanced at his pictures, starting from his most recent to the most dated, some fifteen years ago. Catching a minor difference between them she looked closer at the photos, it wasn't his maturity progressing through the pictures that struck her as odd, but the expression he wore, the look in his eyes. His recent ones possessed a kind of suppressment of anger, agitation.

It was almost horrifying to look at. His eyes looked alive, but then, she supposed they were because it was a wizarding picture. However many years Lily had been in the wizarding world, she still found all their photographs to be completely unbelievable.

Ehren Morlock was slightly moving in his picture, his doe-like hair flopped casually onto his forehead and his high cheekbones stuck out, showing his elegant nature. However, he seemed twitchy as If he wasn't quite sure that the camera didn't, in fact, steal your soul as so many African tribes' superstitions believed. No, Lily thought, he was nervous about being around people he was hoping to kill through passing all their trusted information to the Dark Lord. It was completely normal, the twitchiness, the aggravation of being surrounded by people he had once loved and now was betraying.

Why didn't I see this? His whole nature is different. Tired and a bit frightened, although not about to show it, Lily grabbed her cooling coffee and once more glanced at the clock—almost midnight. This was insane, she'd been up for twenty-five hours. She couldn't go on like this, she was tired of being sleep deprived, she never did good, quality work when all she had to keep her going was coffee. Not to mention James would be annoyed as always. He was always worrying about her health. A very probable thing to do as she hardly ever go a good night's sleep or a decent meal.

She grinned thinking about her fiancée. James was an auror for the Ministry of Magic, he and Lily worked almost hand in hand with mission, however he was the one that was in the most danger—fighting in the battles and crashing Death Eater meetings (capturing several prominent Death Eaters) from the whereabouts Lily and her team determined from their pile of facts.

He was most likely safe in bed after a long day of training. Hopefully he wasn't waiting for her at her apartment. But then, she hoped he was just so she could see his face and know for sure that he was all right; safe and sound.

He flooded over to her office at dinner earlier, trying to force her to come home. But she wouldn't push over, she couldn't, she was right in the middle of cracking one more Death Eater attack. So James had pulled up a chair, unwrapped his hamburger, and hers, grabbed two ice cold butterbeers, and took her useless right hand—as her left was busy writing— gently in his hands and delicately kissed her fingertips. Lily's blush matched her hair as she tried to hide her grin by turning her head.

"Lily, you know how much I love you?" he asked in between his kisses. She looked into his hazel eyes and shook her head.

"No, tell me."

"I love you always and forever." James said softly coming around the desk to kneel beside her chair. She turned to face him and captured his head in her hands, running her small fingers through his disheveled black hair. His intoxicating face was barely two inches away, she could feel his breath lightly on her cheek. Finally closing the gap, James wrapped his arms around her waist and drug her out of her seat into his lap on the floor. Hamburgers and butterbeer long forgotten.


Lily jumped in her seat, she'd dozed off. Sighing deeply again, she closed Morlock's file and stuffed it into her bag to take home. She'd follow up on this new situation in the morning when she was refreshed. Right now, all she wanted was to be warm in James Potter's arms. Safe from her fear for just a few hours with the one she loved. She could care less about how mushy it sounded.

Walking through the desolate halls, she couldn't help being paranoid as she passed each office. The moon shining dully on vacant desks. Papers rippling in the nonexistent breeze. She clutched her wand tightly in her left hand, knuckles white and palms sweaty. The only noise being her shoes and the swish of her cloak, her breathing stopped as did her movement. Becoming as still as a statue, Lily remembered that she wasn't wearing a cloak...


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