Drake stepped outside of the library that afternoon with a massive headache. The rain had pounded itself into his skull, and he could still hear echoes of the rain rumbling through his abused brain. Small bursts of raindrops were still falling from the sky, but it seemed like the worst of the storm had passed. The clouds in the sky were starting to clear up showing the bright beautiful sky that had been hidden for most of the day.

Drake started to walk down the now very muddy road to his house on the other side of town. He was carefully watching the road to make sure he didn't accidentally step in a puddle and get his pants dirty. Drake hated doing laundry. It had been the house elves job to do such menial tasks throughout his life. Drake was truly abysmal at anything the house elves had done for him during his childhood. He had to admit that, now after being forced to do such chores himself, he respected the house elves for all of the hard work they did without complaining.

Unfortunately, it was impossible not to get muddy and wet. By the time Drake reached his front door, his pants were soaked and dripping all the way up to his knees. His shirt was sticking to his chest because it had gotten wet, and his jean jacket had soaked up so much water that it was very heavy.

Looking quickly around to make sure no one was watching, Drake pulled out his now soggy wand and used the counter spell to the nasty curse he had left on his house earlier that morning. One could never be too careful about such things.

Drake walked inside and went straight into his room to change, leaving behind a large number of muddy footprints in the process. He would have to wash the floors later. Yet another menial task that he was horrible at.

Drake stepped out of his shower, finally mud free, to find a large brown barn owl was stilling on his desk preening itself. It had a small piece of parchment attached to its leg. Drake quickly got dressed and took the letter off the owls' leg.

Draco,

The Aurors have been re-assigned. They are currently working on the Flint case. There weren't any other groups assigned to your case in their place. Unfortunately, at any sign of your whereabouts, the Aurors will drop the Flint case and come after you. Plus, once they have wrapped up the Flint case, they will go right back to searching for you.

As far as I can tell, you have two choices. One- Send another Anonymous letter telling them everything you know about the Flint's. This will get them back on your case sooner, but, if you are ever caught, and you can recite everything that you wrote in the letter, you might get a more lenient punishment.

Two- Use the time it would take the Aurors to find the Flints to consolidate your hiding place. There won't be anyone looking for a large spell to take place in the middle of nowhere while they are looking for Flint.

You decide what you want to do. I hope that we can get your name cleared soon.

Sincerely,

Blaise Zambini

P.S. I don't know what you did to the Weasley girl to make her so obsessed with finding you, but I would watch out for her specifically.

Blaise had been Drake's friend from childhood. They had grown up together, been in the same house in school, and both had been pressured to join with the Dark Lord. Blaise had run away from home to hide at Hogwarts with Dumbledore to avoid joining with Voldemort. Lucius, on the other hand, had tied up Drake in the Malfoy dungeons until Voldemort could personally force the mark on him. Drake hadn't had a choice, and now the Aurors were searching for him because his father was horrible. How was he supposed to tell the four people who hated him the most that he had been forced into doing everything that was associated with Voldemort? How was he supposed to tell her that he didn't know what his father had done? Drake hadn't even been in London when his father had done that. Yet, she was still blaming him for it. It was very confusing.

Sighing at the unfairness of his life, Drake sat down to write a letter.

Ginny's stomach growled, reminding her that she had forgotten to eat breakfast that morning. She stood up and stretched, wincing as her back cracked loudly. The door to her office opened and Ron stepped in.

"Ginny, you've been working on the new case since nine o'clock this morning. It's time to take a break. We will have the Flints behind bars by the end of the week. There isn't any need for extra work." Ron smiled and grabbed Ginny's hand, pulling her out the door.

"I was just about to get up anyway." She sighed and yanked her hand out of Ron's grip. They walked into the coffee room together. Harry and Hermione were standing together, talking. When they saw the siblings come in they turned and smiled.

"So, where do you want to go for lunch?" Harry asked.

"I'm in the mood for a muggle pizza!" Ron answered, an exited smile on his face. Hermione had introduced Pizza to the group one day when they were walking through muggle London. They had been hungry so Hermione had taken them to her favorite pizza parlor. Ron had become addicted.

"Yes Ron. We can go get a Pizza." Hermione laughed as Ron practically ran out of the door, bouncing in his eagerness. The rest of them walked out of the room at a more sedate pace.

Blaise sighed silently in relief. He had been hiding in the shadows with a very important note clutched in his hand. The last thing he wanted was those Auror's knowing that he was the one delivering the letters. They would interrogate him to find out the person that wrote the letter. Blaise knew that if he were caught associating with Draco Malfoy he would be before a court for war crimes before he could say innocent.

He carefully opened the door to Ginny's office, checking to see if there were any detection or alarm spells before going in. He put Draco's anonymous letter on the desk and walked out. Blaise closed the door behind him and apparated away from the Auror headquarters. He needed to tell Draco that planting the letter had been a success. Now they could only hope for the best.