Chapter Nine

AUROR DEATH SHOCKS QUIET SUBURB. HAS HE-WHO-MUStN'T-BE-NAMED RISEN AGAIN?

The body of well known auror Marlies Charadon found dead in own home. Witnesses report of a second person at the scene. The home shows signs of a struggle and fight, the murderer still on the loose. Could this be a sign of He-Who-Musn't-Be-Name? Death Eater attacks have been little in our days, with much surprise after the death of one Albus Dumbledore. Wizards and Witches agree that He-Who-Mustn't-Be-Named could be a greater threat now than ever again.

Read the front page of the Daily Prophet a wandering wizard held in his hands. Harry had dragged him and his friends throughout the streets of London, up and down, he know how to get to the cemetary, but the only way he got there was through a portkey. They were expensive to have made, and to buy, and it would be complicated enough to have one made for the particular cemetery in which Voldemort resided. "Harry I'm sick of you dragging us around throughout England! Let's just give up, we'll never find him!" Is all the Boy-Who-Lived heard, but his determination was too strong to even acknowledge their anguish. He was ignoring his own needs. His hair was a mess, he was dirty, grimy, and thinner. The power to avenge every death of everyone close to him showed through madness.

One night, a familiar raven swooped down and dropped another piece of parchment into Harry's lap, frantically he grabbed it, letting the bird fly away as he read. "...R.B.L." He jumped from the wall, shaking Hermione and Ron awake. "Guys! R.B.L wrote again! They have a port key! We can finally get there!"

"...Harry, please.. this is madness.. go back to sleep." Ron grumbled, pulling his coat closer to him.

"For a change, Ron is right. Harry, please go to sleep.." Hermione whimpered from underneath her blanket.

"I'm not going back to sleep! And I'm certainly not going to let this slip through my fingers. We're too close! Please, just come with me! If it is all a prank to kill me, I certainly can't be there by myself.." Hermione kicked the blanket off herself, rolling it up under her arm, and grabbing Ron from the ground.

"Fine. We'll go with you. I don't know why, seeing as by this point we couldn't care less if you had perished under your own stupidity!"

Harry ignored her. He was too wrapped up in his excitement.

The trio walked into the Leaky Cauldron, sitting at a table in the back of the second floor, they managed to buy themselves a little tea and bread, Ron and Hermione ate savoringly, Harry drummed his fingertips on the wooden table, staring over the banister at the front door. Rodolphus and I moved in, coming from under the stairwell at our table, moving upstairs swiftly and quietly under our dark robes, our hoods over our heads such as mourning veils. We sat back, waiting for one of them to notice us. "Bloody hell!" The red haired boy shouted, he appeared more awake afterwards. Harry turned, staring towards Rodolphus and I.

"We know your mission, Harry Potter." Rodolphus spoke. It was wise, Harry already knew my own voice. "It's hard enough as it is to carry such a strong passion to kill. We wish to aide you."

"Who are you?" He spoke, his drumming fingers settled, pulling up at his cup of tea.

"It doesn't matter." Hermione watched us carefully, almost disgusted me to be so close to a mudblood without the ability to kill her.

"Why should we trust you?" She spoke up. "You write to us with all of this information and cannot provide a name. You call us here in the middle of the night. You even arrive in black robes like a couple of Death Eaters. Why can't you just reveal yourselves?"

"Because. Our letters could have been intercepted, and we would have been in danger, especially if they were in the wrong hands. And our identities for the same reason, we would be in grave danger. Just trust us, who else do you have to help you?"

"Hermione, he's right. We haven't anyone else to go to. And Dumbledore can't help us now... or Sirius. I would love to throttel that bitch for his death...If she were here..." Harry growled and pulled apart his bread. I sneered from under my hood, feeling Rodolphus' hand take mine, pulling it away from my wand.

"Well she's not here, and that isn't the given situation." Rodolphus pulled a round object from under his robe, laying it on the table and removing the wrapping from around it. "It is set to go for where you wish. It's not active right now, to battle the Dark Lord, you need rest. When you need it, just tap your wand on it, and it'll be activated. It won't be set back, and if you aren't careful, you could lose your chance at ever seeing him for the last time. Also..." He laid out a small bag of coins, which caused my stomach to turn, rolling my eyes. "Use this for the night. Rent a room, buy a meal, you need all the strength you can get." Rodolphus stood, I followed, trying hard not to take the gold from the table.

"That's all? You aren't going to help us fight him?" Harry spoke.

"It isn't our war. Good luck to you." Rodolphus and I went into our room, shutting the door quietly behind us.

"Good luck? And did you really have to give them the money? Cassandra could have used that. " I threw my coat over the bed post, walking over to the cradle and picking up Cassandra. She was sound asleep, sucking on her pacifier, but I couldn't resist her warm little body.

"Greedy, aren't we?" Rodolphus came over, stroking Cassandra's head, kissing my cheek. "Think we've done enough?"

"Please, we did enough by sparing the bushy mudblood's life. I don't know how much more of this I'll be able to stand. "

"Then, all we have to do is wait."