AN: Sorry about the long wait! I had writer's block but finally managed to churn out a chapter. It's a bit on the short side, but hopefully it's enough.

18th September 19:05

The chill in the air was a dramatic shift from the balmy evening heat of southern France. Both Ron and Remus shivered under the Invisibility Cloak the moment they staggered from Bill's side-along apparition. A slight mist hung around, masking what should have been a light, pleasant evening into a dreary gloomy. Stumpy buildings loomed as shadows through the mist, warehouses of some sort.

The area wasn't deserted. Remus's keen hearing caught a snippet of conversation, his head snapping to the source. He saw then that they were at some sort of harbour. Boats were moored up close by. There was the faint dinking sound of rigging tapping against the masts of boats moored up.

"This way," Bill told them quietly, leading them away from where Remus heard the voices. He could see figures at the edge of the quay, carrying something off a boat as they walked along the jetty. "They are muggles… by the way, but we still don't want to be seen if we can help it."

"Where are we?" Ron whispered from under the cloak.

"Poole… we came here once when you were about five. Remember? You sat on a wasp?" Ron scowled at the memory. Bill didn't both concealing his grin at his younger brother's discomfort.

"I take it there is no magical presence here?" Remus asked.

"No obvious communities, no. There might be the odd retiree shacked up by the sea, but nothing to be suspicious," Bill said, leading the way, "there's an abandoned boatshed just down this way. It's pretty dilapidated and was due to be demolished, so perfect really. The muggles just think that it's been knocked down."

"I thought we were meeting at your place," Ron said.

"We'll be going there afterwards. Just us and dad."

"How come?" Ron asked, alarmed.

"It's too risky to use our only safehouse as a meeting place," Bill said, looking over his shoulder, then frowned when he looked back at empty space. Both Ron and Remus were still invisibile. "We lose it; we have nowhere left." Ron gulped at that.

"So you found a new location and used it as a temporary meeting spot. Risky… the amount of charms to make it safe would attract attention surely?" Remus inquired, his voice tight with worry at the potential oversight.

"Under the old regime, I'd agree with you, but with the amount of unsanctioned magic going unchecked around the country now, it would be near impossible for the Ministry to pinpoint anything precise. Even the Trace isn't precise and we're not charmed."

Remus wasn't convinced, but he tried to shake off his paranoia. He knew Bill was an experienced curse-breaker and damn good with his charm-work, but he hadn't lived through the war like Remus had. He wasn't familiar with what it was like to be always looking over your shoulder. None of them really did. Remus swallowed. The 'old crowd' was a dying breed.

"This is it," Bill said, gesturing to a wooden shack at the far end of the quayside. The pier jutting out from it was empty save for a partly capsized dinghy moored up.

"That is where we're meeting?" Ron asked, baffled. The boatshed in question was definitely in a sorry state. The door was rotten and hanging off the hinges. Bill made a complicated gesture with his wand, clearly lowering the jinxes and charms that he had set up.

"Yeah and hurry in so I can seal the charms," Bill said, yanking the doors open. Remus ushered Ron inside, both nearly tripping over each other. Each standing over six feet, it was incredibly awkward navigating under Harry's cloak. Once Bill followed them in, murmuring under his breath to reseal the charms, then both stopped to stare at the inside of the shed in astonishment. Rather than find a rotting hut full of old fishnets and manky boats, they found a cosy space filled with people sat around a table. It looked eerily like the dining room of Number 12, only a lot more cosy. There was even a fire, merrily combatting the chill that clung to the air outside.

"That's where the silencing charms start. We put up a double layer to be safe," Bill explained, approaching where they stood. Remus looked down, seeing a slight distortion in the air where the charms began. He and Ron stepped over and immediately, they were beset with noise. Remus pulled the cloak from them both, causing gasps to erupt at their sudden appearance.

"Is that you Ron?" Fred. Ron rolled his eyes at the unimpressive greeting.

"Yeah, it's me. Don't sound so disappointed."

Chairs scraped on the ground as people rushed to greet them. Remus smiled as Arthur was the first to bring his arms around his youngest son. He looked over the table, picking out the familiar faces and frowning warily when he saw people he didn't recognise.

Kingsley interrupted his scrutiny of the members present, grasping his arm in a firm embrace.

"Remus," the ex-Auror beamed at him, his eyes sparkling with warmth. Remus couldn't help but return the gesture.

"Kingsley… it's good to see you," he released his arm and looked down at Kingsley's garb. He wore dark muggle clothes, including heavy boots and a long coat. It wasn't all that surprising for an Auror to know how to blend in. He himself only knew how to look inconspicuous from a life of avoiding notice.

Meanwhile, Remus heard Arthur giving a chuckle.

"Ah I see the Weasley skin has been letting you down. You've caught the sun," his eyes gleamed with amusement as he searched his son's face. A younger, shorter figure without the Weasley hair joined the throng.

"Ron!"

"Neville?" Ron spluttered, clearly startled to see his classmate in a boatshed. "How the hell did you end up here?"

"Ab," Neville said in response, jerking his thumb over to the people who hadn't left their seat. The syllable 'Ab' clearly belonged to an elderly wizard that Remus vaguely recognised. The wizard grunted and looked Neville's way, appearing very unimpressed. "He's Dumbledore's brother."

"What?"

"Also landlord of the Hog's Head. He's sort of been the whole reason why we haven't all perished while hiding from the Carrows and Snape," Neville said, "he's pretty grumpy but he's no Death Eater. Was in the original Order of the Phoenix…"

Remus stared at the wizard in astonishment. Aberforth Dumbledore himself was there? The younger Dumbledore firmly refused their requests to return to the Order and wanted nothing to do with it, even though he had been hiding his brother in his Inn when he evaded the Ministry's attempts to arrest him two years ago. Clearly something had changed. Remus recalled him turning up to a couple of meetings during the last war, but he rarely spoke and often grunted. He appeared to not have mellowed much, but his presence was still a surprise. A welcome one. He was still Dumbledore's brother, even if he had a reputation for being vastly outshined by Albus to the extent not many people even knew of him.

"Enough about that though," Neville waved it off as if it was no matter at all, "how is Harry?"

"Yeah, Ronniekins, how is the Boy-Who-Sleeps?" George asked as he and his twin moved to flank Ron on both sides.

"Er… he's getting there."

At that, Remus remembered the letter that Harry gave him. He reached inside his jacket pocket, fingers brushing the paper. Two pages, one for him to read out on Harry's behalf, the other for Kingsley's eyes only. He turned to the tall auror, but Bill stepped between them

"Right…I know we all have a lot to catch up on, but we should get started," Bill awkwardly, gesturing to everyone else who was still sat. "Kingsley… you requested this meeting so…?"

The former Auror gave a chuckle. "So I should take some responsibility for it? Agreed." He smirked at Remus, amused by the elder Weasley sibling. "We should take our seats."

Remus followed him, turning to see Ron and Neville going to sit next to each other, both the youngest present. Fred and George were at Ron's other side. The other Weasleys were then next. Bill, Arthur and Charlie. Molly wasn't present.

Kingsley drew out a chair for Remus, giving it a pointed look. He then moved to sit at the seat next to him. Remus saw the newspapers scattered over the table surface. As he sat, he noticed that he and Kingsley were sat in the position where Dumbledore and Moody used to sit during the meetings at Grimmauld Place.

A chill jolted down his spine as he cast his gaze around the table. The absence of so many familiar faces twisted his insides with a combination of grief and rage. Now they were filling the seats left by those they lost with teenagers. Teens who should be safe at Hogwarts, studying for their exams, not planning war tactics.

"First, I would like to introduce my Ministry contacts. As they are strangers amongst our company, it is fair that I lay to rest any suspicions." He gestured to his left where the two men that Remus didn't recognise sat, shifting uncomfortably.

The one sat immediately next to Kingsley was young, in his early twenties. He, like Kingsley, was dressed in dark muggle clothes. Remus frowned. Was the young man an Auror? Kingsley's deep voice ended any conversations still buzzing in the air.

"Beside me is a former colleague of mine, Ben Eppingham… my contact in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Ben was my secretary and I have known him since he graduated from Hogwarts."

Surprised that Kingsley would reveal his Ministry informant, Remus leaned forward to fix the man with his wolfish stare. He had a passing resemblance to Neville and he wondered if the man was a relation. He glanced at Neville, but there was no hint of recognition in the young Longbottom's eyes.

"I vouch for Ben. He's a good man and is absolutely one I can trust," Kingsley said firmly, "he provided the floorplans for the Courtroom and corresponded with our Wizengamot allies."

"Yes… i-it's an honour to meet you all," he said nervously, his eyes in particular falling on Fred and George, who clearly noticed and wore twin grins.

"It is through him, we have our other Ministry spy. Mr Berrick?" Kingsley spoke to the man on Ben's left. He was the most out-of-place. His ears were gnarled, ugly things, shining with scar tissue. His brow was jutting, broad, dark-eyes glancing cautiously around the room. He was dressed in a roughened travelling cloak, barely concealing the blue security robes underneath.

Berrick? That's the contact in the Row?

His previous suspicions towards the man melted away. He could hear Harry's voice, speaking of the man who gave him water, who was decent, a man who then delivered Harry a message, risking his own life in doing so. And now here he was, joining them as an ally.

The rough-looking man gave a cough.

"Er yeah, probably a massive mistake getting messed up with you Order people, but I have nothing to lose," he said roughly.

"For you who don't know, Berrick was the inside man who got a message to Harry while he was in the Row," Kingsley said, his words enough to chase away the hints of hostility in the eyes around the table. "He's given me valuable intel since."

Remus looked across the table, meeting Ron's look. They both knew that the man at the table knew more than anyone about what Harry had truly suffered during his incarceration at the Ministry. He had witnessed it for himself.

"I assure you, I have thoroughly screened my contacts. They are with us one hundred percent. In fact, Ben and Mike here are risking a lot more than we are. They are deep in the vipers' pit." Kingsley laced his fingers together, giving telling looks across the table to Bill. Remus noticed Bill's blue eyes were sharp with distrust.

Friction already. Just like the old Order meetings. Remus mused, thinking of the brittle tension that often hung over the meetings back when Dumbledore led them with a bitter Sirius and venomous Snape present.

Of course, it turned out Sirius was right to distrust…

He pushed that out of his mind. Now wasn't the time to think of traitors and fallen friends. He then noticed that pretty much everyone was looking at him expectantly.

"With us as well is Hestia, who most of us know," Kingsley gestured to the two sat on the other side of Berrick, "and Aberforth… who is here on a… spectator basis only."

Remus lifted his head, looking over at the older man. He gave no hint of a reaction to Kingsley's remark, his eyes downcast, face set in stone. Glancing over at the Weasleys, Remus saw a glimmer of disapproval on Arthur's face.

"Remus," Kingsley brought his attention back over. "I think everyone in this room is eager to hear your report first. I… for one…"

"Ah right," Remus cleared his throat, glancing around at everyone, "yes, I suppose you would all want to know about Harry." At the mention of Harry's name, Remus noticed the thuggish Berrick extracted his hands from his cloak and peered across the table at him. His eyes lit up with earnest interest.

"It's best that you hear from Harry yourselves. He gave me a message to read out, something for me to say on his behalf. He also wrote something for you, Kingsley, but… it's for your eyes only."

He reached in his pocket, drawing out the two folded scraps of paper. One had 'Kingsley' written in Harry's shaky scrawl. This one he put on the table surface and pushed towards the Auror, who was looking down at it in surprise.

"He… wrote a letter?"

Remus smiled at him. "I expect he has something to say about how your return saved all our lives."

Everyone was silent as Kingsley picked up the folded paper and slipped it in his pocket, his expression unreadable. Remus unfolded the other page, the crinkle of the paper bringing the attention back to him. His eyes rested on Arthur for a moment, moving to Bill and then Charlie, then back to the letter. His smile quirked up a little as he looked at Harry's familiar hand.

"Right, so…" he cleared his throat a little, feeling a bit embarrassed, "'Thank you. I wish I could be there in person and say those two words to all of you.'" He heard a soft sigh, glancing up, distracted for a moment, then he continued. "'I hope that one day I'll get the chance to do just that. It's thanks to you and what you risked in putting your lives on the line for me that I even have a chance to write this. To do anything. Walk, talk, breathe, live. You saved my life.'"

Horrified, Remus found himself feeling a lump in his throat as he read. He paused, taking a breath. He could see, clear in his mind, Harry snapping his hand free from his binds, his eyes burning with intent and power, casting a wandless summon that would save Remus's life.

His eyes feeling hot, he ploughed on before the tears would threaten.

"'This chance that you've given me - I promise to make it matter. I hope to return to the fight when I'm fully recovered. It's risky but then, I'm me, everything's risky!'" There were some soft laughs at the joke Harry made at his expense. He tried to smile, but he couldn't. He looked up, meeting Arthur's eyes, seeing them glazed with unfallen tears.

"'Stay alive and don't get arrested. I really do not recommend it. - Harry.'" He folded it. There was a weighted silence in the wake of the message. Neville suddenly cleared his throat and looked over to Remus, his eyes wet.

"Can I see it?" He asked, his voice a little thick. Remus handed it over to him. Neville took it and opened it, giving a gasp. "That's definitely his handwriting."

"He gave me some letters too," Ron said, "I've got one for you dad, and you two," he looked over at Fred and George.

"Harry wrote to us?"

"Yeah well, you did sort of blow a hole up in the Ministry to save his ass." Ron pointed out. "I mean, butt." He fished in his pocket to get the letters, but then looked up to see everyone watching. "But… maybe after the super important meeting."

"I have to say… I'm surprised Harry is able to put quill to ink, much less be walking around," Kingsley said in a low voice, "I saw his eyes, Remus. The scarring was significant." Remus felt the mood in the room plummet. He grimaced, remembering when he saw Harry up close when reuniting in that hallway, how his eyes were completely washed red with burst blood vessels.

"That kid is as tough as they come." A gruff voice spoke before Remus could have a chance to speak. "I've seen too many people come through the Row since the takeover and each one has the same look in their eyes. Hopelessness. This… empty look…" he gestured at his eyes, "your boy never once had that look. He's a fighter… and I'm really glad you got him out of there."

"It sounds like without your help, sir, Harry would never have fought as hard as he did," Arthur said after a brief silence fell. "Harry told me about you. I… well… spoke to him in the maintenance shaft behind the cell."

"Ah so you're who he spoke to," Berrick eyed Arthur, "he risked getting his other hand broken for taking that thing off, you know.

"He said he knew what he was doing," Arthur said quietly, taking his glasses off to clean them, trying to mask his discomfort.

"I managed to cover for him, but still… that kid has guts. Or is a glutton for punishment." Berrick flashed a crooked grin.

"Likely both," Fred said.

"Definitely both," George agreed. They grinned at the man in return. He was fast endearing himself to everyone present.

"All things considered," Kingsley swiftly brought the conversation back to the matter at present. "How is he… truly?"

Remus hesitated. He met the Auror's gaze.

"The saturation of Dark magic was very high. Dora and I tried to heal the nerve damage while Harry was in stasis, but our healing spells didn't take. I expect a Healer with experience would know how to combat the effects, but the best we could do was give Harry pain relief when he woke and let him rest."

Kingsley gave a grave nod in response. "The exhaustion would not help matters."

"No," Remus agreed, "without his magic, his body pretty much completely shut down, except for his vital organs, that is. In that state, his body couldn't heal itself, so when he woke up, he was in the same pain he was in when he passed out, without the potions that Hermione gave him to get him on his feet."

"Total burnouts are incredibly rare. Usually the warning signs are enough to stop depleting a core completely, but under the circumstances…"

"It was life and death," Remus said, nodding, "I've yet to talk to Harry about… what happened. While physically, Harry is recovering well, he still has a lot of healing to do before he's ready to… fully debrief."

"Debrief?" Ron cut in. Both Remus and Kingsley looked over at him. "What… as in you want to question Harry about what happened to him?"

"As cold as it sounds, Ron, we need to know what Harry experienced. If any of us ends up in that place, we need to know what to expect." Bill told his brother.

"Why not ask him?" Ron gestured at Berrick. "He's the one that works there."

"He's right. I can fill in gaps," Berrick said, his eyes shining with appraisal as he stared across at Ron. He then turned his shadowed gaze towards Remus and Kingsley. "They call me the nurse of the Row, you know. I'm the one that tips water down the prisoners' throats, cleans away their mess, feeds them so they don't waste away completely. If there's anyone who can tell you what shit that kid had to go through, you're looking at him. Though, I warn you, it's not pretty."

Remus saw Ron wince and blanch. The other Weasleys looked equally unsettled. He now very much regretted bringing up Harry's debriefing. He hadn't meant what he went through at the Row at all. He was more concerned about the events of the tunnel and the confrontation with Voldemort.

"If it means you won't be making that kid relive stuff, I'm open to questions," Berrick continued, raising his hands, "fire away."

For a moment, no one spoke. Unease hung over the group like a shroud. Of course, everyone had questions, but they feared the answers.

"I have a question," Remus broke the silence, "what happened to the headguard, Sabor?"

Berrick gave a low laugh. "He tell you about him?" He asked. It was clear who he meant.

"He told me enough." Remus couldn't keep the anger from his voice, seeing again in his mind the horrific bruises that covered Harry's ribs.

"Asshole is dead and buried." The savageness in the man's voice was enough to give away the man's opinion of the late Sabor. There were some disapproving glances however at his vehemence. "They've already replaced him. A man named Scabior is now in charge. Answers directly to Yaxley. He's a nasty piece of work. I suspect he's trying to get in with the big boys."

"The name rings a bell," Kingsley said slowly.

"Yeah, I reckon your crowd might have had a run in with him. He has Azkaban tatts. Rather ironic that an ex-con is headguard of a prison, but there you have it," Berrick gave a bitter laugh. "A lot of people lost their jobs and much else. When it turned out that the reason the boy managed to escape was partly down due to the incompetence of the staff, well… you can imagine where the blame went." A few eyes narrowed at that. "Not to say that your efforts weren't also responsible…" Berrick said quickly when he saw the reaction. "But if the morons had set up the wards like they were supposed to, things would have gone differently."

Remus glanced over at Ron. The young Weasley looked understandably scared at the reminder of how close he, Harry and Hermione came to being trapped within the Row.

"Do you know much about what happened after the escape? Vol- you-know-who took direct control from what I saw."

Berrick tucked his hands back under his cloak, his eyes taking on a distant look. "Yeah, I saw what happened… saw him. He rounded up the guards that had been on patrol and… did something. I don't know what, but they were screaming. And then he carried out the executions."

"Merlin's beard…"

"He ordered us who survived to leave and evacuate. I got the hell out of there before he could figure out that I was glad Potter got away."

Remus stared at the man with renewed respect. He had survived Voldemort's wrath. Not something many people could claim. The man cleared his throat and met Remus's gaze.

"I take it that's it?" He asked, rather sharply. Remus gave a curt nod and looked over to Kingsley, who was rubbing at his chin thoughtfully. He then noticed that the room had fallen silent and he gave Berrick a grateful nod.

"I believe those unfortunate men that met you-know-who's wrath were the supposed casualties that we were responsible for," Kingsley said, "corpses can be convenient when it comes to defaming our image."

"What of those in the Wizengamot that helped us?" Remus asked Kingsley at once, "none were rounded up?"

Both Kingsley and the man at his side stiffened up at the question. There was a long sigh across, coming from Arthur.

"Those that followed us through the tunnel, from what I know, were not picked up by snatchers or patrols. But those that were caught in the evacuation… I can't say." Kingsley looked across at his former secretary, "Ben, it's best if you explain."

"One of the first things the Minister did after the lockdown, and after he recovered, was to disband the Wizengamot." Ben told the room. "He has it in his power if it's proven that the Wizengamot has been compromised. That gives him total autonomous power over wizarding Britain."

"Didn't he already have that?" Bill asked.

"Not legitimately, no," Arthur answered, "the Death Eaters controlled the Ministry through coercion and fear, threats against family, blackmail. They pushed too hard and got the uprising that they feared."

"Which is why the Ministry is now focusing on combating the issue before it happens again. Every witch and wizard in the country must present themselves for registration, not just muggleborns." Ben continued. "In truth, it's screening for sedition, questioning about loyalties to the 'traditions of our way of life', opinions on muggles… and, of course…"

"Us." Kingsley finished. The mood in the room was tense.

"Who is carrying out these… interviews?" Remus asked, shaking his head, trying to wrap his mind around what they were saying. "To screen an entire population of witches and wizards… that's no simple undertaking."

"It's happening in stages," Ben said, "Ministry employees are first, then every witch and wizard of age will be expected to present themselves to the Ministry. Not turning up will be considered an act of resistance."

"That's… madness."

"The Minister formed a new Department, merging the Muggleborn Registration Office with it. It's called… The Department of Inquisition."

"Inquisition?" Remus choked out. "What is this, the dark ages?"

"Well… yes." Kingsley said, "and the worst thing is who the 'Minister' has hired as 'Inquisitors'."

"Death Eaters," Neville answered at once. Kingsley nodded.

"Not all are, but enough to give some idea of what these 'interviews' are like if you fail to turn up willingly."

Remus ran his hands over his face. He was glad that his own parents no longer lived and had to undergo mandatory questioning. But then his mind went to another set of parents.

"Oh Merlin… what of Dora's parents?" He gasped. Kingsley gave him a wan smile.

"I checked in on their home. The house is being watched. Ted, as you know, had to go on the run after he refused to turn up to register as a Muggleborn. Andromeda was home, but I dared not approach and put her at risk."

"But she has affiliations with us. Damn, we used that house as a safehouse for Harry himself!" Remus exclaimed, aghast. "She would fall directly as someone allied to us."

"There have been several instances of leniency being shown to purebloods," Ben spoke up. "Even blood traitors. Especially those of an ancient House."

"Andromeda's a Black, even if she was disowned," Arthur said softly, "and with the current roster of purebloods not exactly full to the brim, I suppose they can't afford to be picky when creating this 'reformed society'. We were offered the same leniency… until we turned up and rescued Harry, of course." He gave a small smile, his eyes not meeting it.

"Confessing to sedition gives a lighter sentence," Ben told them, his face grim, "a slap on the wrist, a restriction of movement, house arrest… but those found out in the act are given a harsher sentence. The Traitor's Mark."

Remus could see his revulsion shared. Fred and George wore identical hard looks. So they know about these punishments then.

"What… exactly is that?" Ron dared to asked.

"A perversion," Hestia snapped out, speaking for the first time. "They are branded… with a lightning bolt."

"Like…" Neville's eyes went wide, "Harry's scar."

"That's…" Remus couldn't speak. He felt physically sick. The Ministry were branding people with a mockery of Harry's own scar, marking them as traitors.

"It's barbaric, yes, and it is clearly the genius of someone far more cunning than Yaxley," Kingsley said grimly, his eyes hard. "These reforms are incredibly strategic in turning the public against Harry. Turning him into someone to be reviled and feared."

"What about kids? Those at Hogwarts?" Arthur asked, his face grim.

"I suspect it will soon incorporate them. Especially when Harry Potter is school age," Ben's gaze flickered over towards Ron and Neville.

"So… the Ministry now has its own Inquisition…" Bill's voice was bleak, "they can't find us so they pick on who they can."

"Cowards." The word was spat venomously from the scruffy old man who had tucked himself in the corner. Remus had almost forgotten that he was there.

"I know the Inquisition's bad and all, but what about… them? The Death Eaters," Charlie spoke up. "And the Aurors…"

"Isn't it obvious, Charlie?" Fred asked his older brother, giving him a crooked grin. "They're after us. The most wanted family in Britain."

Charlie's eyes went wide and he looked over to Kingsley for him to deny it, but he was met with a grim look.

"You won't read about it in the paper, if that's what you're wondering," George said, gesturing to the papers that were laid out on the table. "They don't want to admit to the public that a pureblood family's gone rogue. They're busy blaming the 'insurgence' on Harry and his wicked mudblood and half-breed accomplices."

"But don't fret, the Ministry and the Death Eaters very much want us thrown in Azkaban for being naughty little Blood Traitors," Fred said, his smile turning a little distorted.

"The best bit is what they call us as a group. The Undesirables. It's like we're a band!" George exclaimed cheerfully.

"Doesn't that make Harry our lead singer?" Fred asked, then he turned to Ron. "Can Harry sing?"

"So the Auror department is focusing on us?" Remus asked Kingsley, eager to bring the meeting back on track before the twins tried to work out what band position everyone would have.

"All Aurors have been given the order to deliver any and all 'Undesirables' straight to the Row. Then from there…"

"Straight to Vold- ah, damnit." Remus cleared his throat. "Speaking of which, what do we know about his movements?" Kingsley's face set in a grim line and he leaned forwards, his eyes settling on Neville.

"I believe Neville can answer your question."

Everyone looked over to Neville, clearly all surprised that the youngest present had the most valuable information. He shifted a little in his seat, his face flaming under the scrutiny of the people present. He turned, fixing his blue eyes on Remus, relaxing a little to see the familiar face of his ex-professor.

"Yes… Professor. I know where he is."

"You do?" He was stunned. "How?"

"Because he's at Hogwarts."