Harry, Sirius, and Remus were greeted at the small island that OotP was located on. Other spies and workers at the headquarters looked at the car containing a fainted Remus with slight interest, others passed by without giving so much as a glance, used to the trio and their strange arrivals.

"HARRY!" screamed Collin. Collin Creevy, so annoying, yet so useful, seeing as he was excellent with photography and cameras. He could take a picture of anyone, or anything, without them every knowing it. He was also wonderful at bugging houses.

Collin wrapped his arms around Harry's middle, while Harry struggled to pry himself loose of Collin's amazingly strong grip. Harry, who was used to hand-to-hand combat, and was much stronger than Collin, did finally manage to get the smaller boy off of him, and then quickly strolled away. Collin tagged after him, telling him about something. Harry had grown accustomed to tuning the kid out.

"Harry! It's so great you could come on such short notice!" Dumbledore greeted him.

Harry shrugged in response, flopping himself into one of the two easy chairs that faced Dumbledore's desk. He was the only one who could be so informal with the head of the agency without worrying about having a nasty trick played on him. Fred and George were head of the training department. Of course, they took discipline into their own hands as well, and when someone upset Dumbledore, or a friend of theirs, you'd probably be watching your back for a while. Those twins could play horrific jokes on people, the kind that had you walking with a limp for a bit, or something of the like.

Harry remembered the time the twins had put a laxative in one of the trainee's coffee cups, right before they went camping in the woods. Apparently the trainee had back-talked Fred (or was it George?).

Harry stared at the twinkling eyes of the headmaster, "Harry, I hope there are no hard feelings about—"

Harry cut the headmaster off, "You wanted to tell me something, and it sure as hell wasn't about the last mission, so just get on with it."

Dumbledore nodded, understanding. "Well, it seems that one of our better agents has gone a bit rogue."

"A bit?" Harry asked skeptically.

"Okay, well, 'a bit' might have been putting it nicely. You see, his name is Tom Riddle, and he's gathered many of our former agents who think its time to turn the agency around. To work for our own benefits, not for the country. He's managed to pull the Nott family—"

Harry took a sharp intake of breath. He went to school with Theodore Nott, this wasn't good at all. He and Nott had been relatively good friends until a few weeks ago. They had gotten in a fight about something stupid, Harry couldn't quite remember what, and Nott had lashed out. He had caught Harry off-guard, too, that in itself was quite rare. The bruise on Harry's cheek from where Nott had struck him was still apparent. Of course, Harry couldn't just let someone sock him without a good counter-attack. He had dealt a smart blow to Nott's diaphragm, leaving him to gasp, doubled over on the ground as Harry had strode away confidently. Was Theodore Nott joining this Riddle character, too? Or was it just his father?

Harry's thoughts were cut short as Dumbledore read off the last few names of the "Death Eaters" as they were calling themselves.

"The Goyle family, the Crabbe family, and we're not sure about the Malfoy family, but we believe they have joined, too, seeing as that whole family line has dreamt and craved power for as long as anyone can remember. We can't be sure of anything as of yet, but it's safe to assume that they've become Death Eaters as well."

Harry didn't know who Goyle, Crabbe, or Malfoy was, although the name Malfoy certainly did ring a bell.

"Do we have a spy in place already?" Harry questioned.

Dumbledore nodded, "Very good, my boy. Yes, we've put in a spy, who we can be in contact with us whenever we need."

"Who've you put in?"

"Severus Snape."

Harry glowered. "I hate that man; he was always hounding me about how my father was the bane of his existence – a title that has been passed on to me – all because he could never beat him when they were sparring."

Dumbledore chuckled, letting his thoughts turn inward for a moment, thinking of the days when he had been younger, though not by much, and James and Severus had been at a constant war, it seemed.

"So what's my assignment? I take it I won't be another spy; it's dangerous to have too many on one mission."

"You are correct; your assignment is to attend the school most of the suspected Death Eaters attend, called Durmstrang. Your first goal is to befriend the son of Lucius Malfoy, and make sure that his son, Draco Malfoy, does not become a Death Eater."

Harry nodded his head.

"Your portfolio will be handed to you while you're packing your things, you leave for Durmstrang in two hours, be packed and ready in one. Your briefing will begin an hour before you leave. Your new name, identity, and everything else you need to know will be in the portfolio you'll receive. Memorize it, then burn it, you know procedure. Good luck," Dumbledore said.

Harry nodded, and turned to go, when Dumbledore said, "Oh, and Harry?"

Harry turned back around. Dumbledore's eyes were twinkling again, and somehow it didn't bother Harry as much as it usually did.

"Yeah?"

"Have fun," Dumbledore said, Harry gave him a brief salute, more in jest than out of formality, and walked out of the office.


A/N: Hiya again! So here's some more of my story, sorry it's so short, but I'll post some more, hopefully by tomorrow, thanks to everyone who's reveiwed, you guys have been great!