Bill's Bill

Chapter 12: Even Dragon's Hearts Break PT 2

JK owns Harry Potter blah, blah, blah... ATT: To anyone that is reading this story as I update the chapters this is not a new chapter. I went back and edited the grammar on this whole piece and chapter eleven ended up being 11K so I split it. The next chapter will be uploaded this Thursday. Thank you for your patience! XO Chefke

Minister of Magic's Office Tuesday, 7:00 AM

Hermione was a nervous wreck. She was barely able to eat and she had gotten up so many times last night that Ron had spelled her to their bed. That had fueled some flirting and then quite a bit of fun. All in all, it hadn't been the most un-enjoyable evening.

Hermione shook her head willing herself to concentrate. Someone was still leaking their information, even after Rebecca Fowley had been removed from the Wizengamot. Hermione felt a deep sense of unsettlement, that Camilla shared, with Rebecca Fowley's situation. What would drive a respected member of the Wizengamot to snap like that?

Camilla had written that she was one of the few loyal Wizengamot members that had refused bribes and blackmail during the war. She was a young witch with a bright mind with a vivacious attitude. Hermione had noted her hostility at the start and during the trial but her snap, according to her colleagues, was completely out of character.

Camilla had been so surprised that she specifically only discussed their plans for Mrs. Weasley's relocation after Rebecca Fowley had been dismissed and the room checked for any monitoring spells by no less than four different Aurors. She was almost as paranoid if not more, than Kingsley.

The need for a new member had created a bit of discord among the Purebloods and Half-bloods on the Wizengamot. In the end the idea to replace Rebecca with Professor McGonagall had actually come from Matthew Yaxley. He was a loud vocalist known mostly for the reformations done in Azkaban. Matthew had personally gotten the signatures required to officially rid Azkaban of Dementors and hire retired or injured Aurors to guard the prison.

They had flocks of Curse Breakers and Unspeakables work on the wards of the prison and they even challenged Aurors and Ministry members to attempt to break in and out of the prison. So far no one had been successful, except for a gung ho Auror in training that had managed to build a physical tunnel into the island. Harry had not been surprised in the least, he said the boy was a master strategist that rivaled even Ron. The Ministry had fixed the pre-existing network of underground tunnels that he accidentally stumbled across during his dig to create a new tunnel. They closed them off and warded the base of the island against further magical and Muggle intruders.

Hermione had worked on getting the prisoners a subscription to wizarding post and the Muggle post. It had caused quite a bit of ruckus when it was first suggested but now Hermione regularly found Muggle magazines sold next to wizarding ones in the Leaky Cauldron and some stores. They were mostly fashion magazines or current events based but it was definitely a good start.

Hermione, in addition to several other Muggle borns, had donated hundreds of Muggle literature for the prisoners to read. When the Warden received flocks of donated books he turned the old 'Kissing' room into a library, where prisoners could take out no more than three books a week. There was a three week limit and a hold list system in case multiple people wanted the same book. Since the Dementors were banished there was no real use for the room anymore and the Warden thought it good to replace such a dark and terrible room with education and literature.

Hermione had donated her old family books in hopes that she could help the Magical community understand the Muggle world a little better. It was a topic of debate between her and Malfoy the previous night at dinner. Hermione was of the opinion that people feared what they did not understand. While he agreed with her, Malfoy also pointed out that the average Pureblood lived of a lifespan of 130 years and did not ever meet a Muggle in their lifetime. Hermione had been appalled and the two had began talks of a Wizarding library with both Muggle and Wizarding literature.

The idea that Wizards and Witches never met or associated with Muggles greatly bothered her as humanity took up the majority of the planet they all occupied. The magical community was so small it barely registered. Professor McGonagall had agreed with Hermione's assessment during their monthly tea date, several month prior. The Headmistress had confided in her star pupil that they were searching for a new Muggle studies professor. Hermione had mentioned this to Harry and Ron, and Harry had suggested his neighbor on Privet Drive, Mrs. Fig. Harry had gone with Professor McGonagall to speak to Mrs. Fig and after just a bit of badgering, Mrs. Fig agreed to try it out but only on her terms.

Hermione had eagerly gone to observe one of the classes and was pleased to find out that the classes were practical and did not take place in the actual castle. Hagrid had built a large country house next to his hut and Mrs. Fig had filled it with plenty of Muggle accoutrements. Her first years basic lessons had included turning on and off light switches and what electricity was and where it came from. It was easy to spot the Pureblooded or Half Blooded children as they were just as excited as Hermione was during her first year magical lessons. The Muggle born children spent the majority of the lesson giggling and helping their befuddled peers. While Mrs. Fig admitted to having to curve the grade for the Slytherin house, Professor McGonagall and Hermione had called it a success and hurried back up to the castle for their tea.

"Can you pass me a scone, Hermione?" Ron's rough morning voice cut through Hermione's musings. Kingsley was talking quietly with Pamela, who had come in early with a breakfast spread worthy of the Weasley family's bellies. She was an avid baker and a future Mrs. Weasley in the making. It was rare that Hermione left Kingsley's office with Pam badgering her about eating, even going so far as to actually go out and get her food.

"Sure." wrapping two chocolate chip scones in a napkin, she handed them to Ron. His hair was fluffy from sleep so she patted it down. Ron smiled at her lovingly and Hermione marveled at what a good place in their relationship they were in.

"Did you eat anything before-"

"Okay. We need to go over some things for the day before we all tuck in to breakfast provided by Pam here." announced Kingsley. Ron and George cheered for food. She looked around and was unsurprised that Percy was absent. He was obsessed with his job and not even a family member on trial would have him miss a day at the office. Hermione thought of Percy everytime she considered pulling an all nighter in her office. She had gotten much better at delegating and surrounding herself with staff and co-workers she trusted.

"Professor McGonagall will be replacing Rebecca Fowley on the Wizengamot. The Wizengamot members are still unsure as to-"

"I may have found that one out." Hermione stood up and passed out several copies of a Narcissa Malfoy's court case. It was a list of the bodies that had been discovered in her cellar. She had tied a colored cloth on each body and attached a matching bit of cloth onto a parchment with the person's name and as much as she knew about what happened to them. Most importantly she had the dates and times of their deaths and the names of their torturers and the killers.

"Narcissa identified a Sullivan Fowley as body found in one of the Malfoy cellars. I sent Harry over to Andromeda's before work so that he could ask Narcissa about Fowley and see if she remembers how he died. There is always the chance that she may not know. There were a lot of bodies found in the Malfoy cellars. In case she doesn't know, I have owled both Head Auror Proudfoot as well as Lucius Malfoy."

"Thank you, Hermione. Professor Mcgonagall was actually in the Ministry. Apparently there's a Muggle born student that was born a animagus and she wanted to have her fellow cat animagus legally registered. The Headmistress asked that we try and keep the litter jokes to a minimum, okay?"

Hermione felt the laugh die on her lips prematurely and the blood drain from her face. Sirius had once told Hermione that an animagus could sense another animagus even in human form. He said it was like a sixth sense, you could sense the other animals, especially between prey and predator. A small enough animagus could be sneaking around with them from meeting to meeting, Rita had done it for years. It wasn't likely but it was certainly worth investigating. If she could catch Professor McGonagall before she entered the Wizengamot chambers...

Charlie watched as Hermione shoulders tensed in the chair in from of him. She bolted from her chair and scurried out of the Minister's office. Sometimes he envied the curly haired witch's brain and other times he pitied her for it. Ron was constantly worrying about her forgetting to eat or sleep once her brain got hold of something. He was always running after her and 'mummying' her. Only last night he had confided in Charlie that she hadn't eaten her breakfast or her lunch and he had to force her to eat several bites at dinner. Charlie had observed her habitually drink copious amounts of coffee. He knew better than anyone else how potentially dangerous that could be.

When he first arrived in Romania he used to drink a weeks worth of coffee in one morning. There was rarely time to eat and swigging coffee had helped quench his hunger and gave him energy. About a month in he was helping relocate a Norwegian Ridgeback and his jitters got so bad his wand slipped from his hand. The Ridgeback had gotten loose and nearly tore apart a Muggle colony they were passing by. The magical Romanian government had to descend with every single obliviator they had available.

The head of the project, an American wizard name Alphard Tixton, took the blame and was given a week of probation and six months of monitoring by their government. During his week of probation Charlie had approached him about his lie. One of the most easy going Tamers there was, waved him off with a laugh. He insisted that everyone made mistakes and that it was better 'ole Alphie get a slap on the wrists then Charlie lose out on his Dragon Taming career before it had even begun. Also, he got to spend the week pissed at the pub so he really wasn't complaining all that much.

Charlie made it a point to visit 'Old Alphie in America after he retired. It also didn't hurt that Alphie had been his confidant throughout his relationship with Gabby. Once they broke up he took the first of many trips across the world to be comforted by, the man who had become a good supportive friend.

Houston, Texas was definitely one of the more interesting places Charlie had ever traveled to and after his third visit Alphie had convinced him to purchase a ridiculous hat and boots that were something of a cultural phenomena. There had been a lot of alcohol involved and he was sure he had vague memories of riding a fake bull and pretending it was dragon. Ah, to be young and in a state of permanent drunkenness.

"Psst… Ron." Charlie whispered whilst poking his brother sitting in front of him.

"Sshh… I'm trying to listen to Bill and Kingsley." he whispered back. Bill and Kingsley were going over their plan for the day and their suspects they were associating with the leak. They were also reviewing what you should and shouldn't say when called to the stand, if they were called.

"Your girlfriend-"

Kingsley's secretary smiled as she took his empty plate. Charlie thanked her and continued whispering over Ron's shoulder.

"Your girlfriend skipped breakfast again and we both know she didn't eat dinner last night. Since we both know your shite at silencing charms and your girlfriend forgets, I'm going to assume she probably didn't get any sleep last night either." Ron smirked at Charlie's sexual innuendo and then whipped his head around looking frantically around the room for his girlfriend.

"You bloody wanker, you weren't even home last… I've seen her have at least three coffees and it's barely eight. Shite." Ron swiped two scones off of Kingsley's plate and took off after his girlfriend out the door behind Charlie. Charlie rolled his eyes and lifted Hermione's takeaway container containing a croissant egg sandwich over his head. How his brother constantly forgot she didn't like scones was beyond him. Charlie had been visiting for several months and he knew, Ron had been with Hermione since first year at Hogwarts.

Moments later Ron came thundering back into the room looking wildly for Hermione's takeaway container. Charlie wiggled his hand over his head shaking the small container. He smirked as Ron snatched it out of his hands and dashed out again. At least his oblivious little brother worked hard to make up for his lack of attention to details.

Charlie relaxed back into his chair and looked around the room. He avoided looking at the liquor cabinet, as he found that once his eyes sought out the relatively innocent piece of furniture his mind lost the ability to keep focus on anything but Tracey's legs. Not that there was anything wrong with her long slender legs or her clenching-

Nope. No. Charlie needed to concentrate. He had spent the first half of last night talking with Tracey. She was being called to testify today and they were practising calming techniques to prevent another outburst. She had heard about his outburst who had heard about it from one of the Aurors on duty. He was ashamed that his father had heard about his temper, just as embarrassed he was for having one.

After Charlie slipped out and apologised to his father. He returned with Firewhiskey and begged Tracey's forgiveness for his outburst in middle of the courtroom that day. He also wanted to talk about Gabby and explain the situation to Tracey before she heard about it from the Prophet. He had stumbled over his words like the idiot he was while Tracey laughed and kissed his forehead lightly.

"Honestly Charlie, everyone has a past. Stop worrying so much. Besides now that my patient is in a medically induced to sleep for the next ten hours, I plan on taking full advantage of the time…."

Charlie hadn't needed to be told twice. It was a long night with little sleep and a lot of pleasure. Tracey had both impressed him and humbled him all at the same time. She was shy and bold and utterly adorable. She had a tongue that was worth its weight in gold and technique that should be studied and taught. He had gotten a right scolding from his dad on his way out and blushes from two of the Aurors on duty. He had left her sleeping in nothing but his jumper and despite the emotions he was studiously tapping down, he was coming to terms with the fact that he really liked Tracey Davis.

Studiously avoiding looking at the liquor cabinet, he watched all of his brothers as they listened intently to Kingsley give over the day's proceedings. They were all so focused on Kingsley's speech they were oblivious to what had just occurred. Ron had literally thundered in and out of the room, not once but twice and no one had even noticed.

Charlie wondered if a person could have gotten in and out rooms without them noticing. If that was so, their list of spies just got a lot longer.

Wizengamot Court Room 13 Tuesday, 8AM

Bill settled into his seat in between the Charlie and George. During the walk to the Wizengamot chambers George had assured him that Lee and Verity had the store running and that he shouldn't worry about his younger brother's livelihood. Charlie simply yawned shrugged and mumbled about being on leave from Romania.

After the war Charlie had decided to use his decade worth of saved up vacation days to spend time with his family. The Tamers in Romania had been more than accommodating, even going so far as to send a case of Romanian beer and whiskey to Burrow after Fred's funeral. It was nice gesture but everyone getting pissed on Romanian 'beer' probably wasn't the wisest decision so close after Fred's funeral.

"Oy, Bill. Look at Travers. He looks nervous."

George was poking Bill in the stomach. He rolled his eyes and resisted the urge to poke him in the face. Travers was speaking to a smiling Ms. Macmillan who was shaking her head in resolute no as to whatever he was asking her. Just as Traver's voice began to rise in irritation Hermione came bounding through the doors.

"Miss. Granger it's 8:05. I expected your client to be late, not you." Ms. Macmillan admonished, though there was no bite in her tone.

"I do apologise I was unavoidably detained." Hermione unfurled her parchments and sat down in front of Bill. "The Press somehow managed to get access to the main hall and were defacing the newly built statue. I had security as well as an Auror escort remove them from the premises."

"Alright, let's get to it then. Mr. Travers first witness failed to show up this morning. Mr. Travers here assures me he visited his home last night and he was there. Considering that Mr. Snaphorn is a Senior Auror we are going to assume he overslept. Would you like to call your next witness, Mr. Travers?"

Travers began to mumble about waiting a half hour for Mr. Snaphorn to arrive, this caused an overwhelming amount of disagreement throughout the Wizengamot. As they called for a vote, Bill chanced a look at Kingsley. The Minister of Magic and previous Head Auror looked extremely concerned. He was muttering to one of his Auror escorts who scurried out of the room. Bill looked at Hermione who rolled her eyes and whispered.

"Snaphorn is the one of two witnesses that can corroborate Auror Flint's alleged story about you cohorting with Greyback. He's actually tried reaching out to what's left of Greyback's pack. They owled me earlier this morning with a copy of his letter. I'm saving it for my next case."

Hermione winked at Bil. Bill smiled weakly, reminding himself that the small witch was definitely going to be on his long term christmas gift list.

"Fine, fine. Just go sit Mr. Travers. Ms. Granger, please call your witness."

Hermione stood smoothing the grey pleats on her skirt, her burgundy jumper securely tucked into her skirt. She walked to the center of the room, her long necklace with a silver Deathly Hallows pendant swinging noiselessly on her shirt.

"Calling to the stand Witness for the defence Healer Tracey Davis."

"Not another Healer..." Cordelia Bones muttered into Augusta Longbottom's ear. Bill recognized Mrs. Bones from his time at Hogwarts. She had a son a year above him and the two were identical besides the length of their hair. Cayden Bones had long hair while Cordelia Bones bore a short haircut that barely reached her shoulders.

Hermione smiled at Mrs. Bones and nodded her head in respect as the door opened behind them. Bill felt Charlie tense up besides him, his eyes looking everywhere but the proud woman that swept into the room. Tracey Davis was an imposing woman. Her robes were fresh and clean cut and her dark brown eyes sharp. She stood tall and regal and if Bill hadn't already known she was a Pureblood, the way she held herself screamed it. Tracey sat down in the chair in the center of the room, her back tall and head held high. Hermione smiled at her.

"Good morning, Tracey. Please state your name for the record."

"Tracey Davis."

"Occupation?"

"I am a Healer at Saint Mungos."

"Thank you. Ms. Davis can you describe what happened on Sunday?"

Bill listened as Tracey Davis painted a very different picture from what both sides had been been articulating. She described the Aurors as a split and confused group with no leadership and discord. She provided anecdotes and Healers and patients as referrals to corroborate each claim. She said the Aurors were taking orders from two different people and while they looked uniformed, they were not. She was able to name every single Auror and exactly what spells they used and when they used it. She stopped speaking twice, in a polite effort to allow Karyn Umbridge, the court reporter a chance to catch up with her. This earned Tracey a smile from Ms. Macmillan and Bill wondered, not for the first time, if there was something between the court reporter and the Wizengamot member.

The Healers were not terrified, they were doing their jobs and getting patients out of the way for their own safety. She had not witnessed any of her fellow Healers using offensive or defensive magic, as they were busy moving patients to safety in the halls. Any Healers that were not assisting patients were warding patient rooms or making frantic calls to the Ministry.

Tracey had surprised Hermione by handing over signed documents from her colleagues corroborating her statement as well as including their own. The entire Wizengamot was impressed. Hell, Charlie would have been impressed if he had taken his eyes off of his shoes at any point in the last three hours. Hermione had just thanked Tracey and was sitting down. Bill nudged Charlie as Travers stood.

"Psst. Travers is getting up. Are you going to be okay? It's alright if you want to step out, no one will think lesser of you."

"Especially not after yesterday." muttered George.

He whispered to Charlie, but Charlie shook his head no and continued staring at his shoes. Upon closer reflection Bill realized he was murmuring something. He looked at George who whispered,

"Names of Dragons by size and mating rituals. He's been at it for over an hour. Bet it was something those two talked about last night. Kinda like this Tracey-"

"Good morning Miss. Davis." Bill squeezed Charlie's hand in effort to release some of the escalating tension in his shoulders.

"Sir." she replied curtly.

"Your fellow Healers have corroborated your statements, yes?"

"I fail to see the question there Mr. Travers."

"Do you have a personal relationship with any of these Healers?"

"By personal relationship you mean a sexual one that violates the Saint Mungos Employee Guidelines. No. I have worked very hard to be able to be beside my mother who is long term care and I wouldn't muck it up over a 'relationship' as you call it with a coworker."

"I-"

"Before you continue, Mr. Travers, I will advise you that any Healer that claims to have been in a relationship past or present with myself will have had to have been fired from Saint Mungos. Saint Mungos has only fired three Healers in over one hundred and fifty years. What does that say about the Healer?"

Travers stared at Tracey for several moments. Tracey did not blink and neither did he. The entire courtroom did not breathe while the two stared each other down.

"...interesting…"

"I'm sure it is, Mr. Travis. Is there anything else? I have patients to attend to."

"Yes, while your testimony is riveting. Were you or were you not given a closed Wizengamot trial after the war due to familial Death Eater activities? Activities that were conjoined with Lucius Malfoy the alleged father of Mr. Bill Weasley?"

Charlie's head snapped up and Hermione mouth opened in shock. Spatterings of small talk and whispering broke out within the Wizengamot. To her credit, Tracey did not cower or show shame at his allegations.

"Healer Davis please speak up. Mr Travers asked you a question." Ms. Macmillans requested sternly.

"Yes. It was a closed Wizengamot session that I believe Mrs. Longbottom and Mrs. Bones were in admittance for. While some of your information is accurate, as a whole it is not. I was not on trial, my father was. I was called as witness."

"A witness to Death eater activities?"

"Considering he was an active Death Eater, obviously."

"So you testified to keep your father from going to Azkaban?"

At Travers gleeful question, Tracey burst into laughter.

"No, you dolt. I spent the three months my father was in a holding cell gathering evidence with my brother against my father. We gave the Ministry unlimited access to our home, gringotts, and his work office. My father is in Azkaban and my family and the Wizarding community is better for it. And no, I am not saying this to give testimony more weight. I have signed statements from coworkers for that. Mr. Davis was a cruel and abusive man. I personally sent letters after his sentence thanking each and every one of the members of the Wizengamot. Had he not gone to Azkaban he would have killed my mother, myself, and my brother. As it is, he is the reason my mother is in a coma."

Bill gently pressed his fingers over Charlie's shaking hands.

"Child, are you implying your father was physically abusive?" thundered Augusta Longbottom.

"This did NOT come up during his trial!" Cordelia Bones stood angrily. She was about to say something else when the greying man on her left yanked her back down.

"I am not implying my father was abusive. He was mentally and physically abusive. He used hexes and dark magic to keep my brother and I in line as children and only when we were in Hogwarts were we safe from him. My mother, however, was never safe from him. The only reason she lived as long as she did was because she was an old classmate of Professor Snape. He used to make her potions that kept the worse of my father's dark magic from killing her.

During the height of the war he was unable to make visits to my parents home, to supply my mother with her much needed potions. Professor Snape sent me via portkey shortly before Christmas to check on my mother as he hadn't heard from her in several weeks. When I arrived at home my mother was no longer responsive. I Flooed Professor Snape and he took my mother to the Janus Thickey ward in Saint Mungos where she has been ever since."

"You did not try and reach your father when you saw that your mother was unresponsive?" spat Travers.

"Mr. Travers, I'm not sure what delusion you're under but my father spent the entirety of the second wizarding war under a mask terrorising innocent people. I have dedicated my life and my profession to make up for every life he took and even then I highly doubt I will make a dent in my attempt to atone for the death and destruction he caused."

"Young lady, your father-"

"Was a Death Eater. Plain and simple. There is no beating around the bush. He wasn't blackmailed, imperioed, and he certainly didn't have a father pressuring him to take the dark mark. He sought out You Know Who during the first wizarding war in his attempt to rid the world of Muggles. My only solace is that during this wizarding war he was actually imprisoned. My hope is he rots and dies in Azkaban but only after decades of torture and misery, while watching his son marry a Muggle and his daughter something equally repulsive."

The room was stunned into silence and Bill decided in that moment that he really liked Tracey. As soon as lunch break came he was going to smack some sense into Charlie. This one was definitely not going to put up with Charlie's bullshit so he would have to work hard to keep her, but the best ones were always worth the fight. If he found some dragon allegory it would probably help penetrate Charlie's thick skull. She was definitely a keeper and even if she wasn't, it was high time he got over Gabriella Torren.

"Miss Davis-" Miss Macmillan looked the most shocked and was about to offer what looked like an apology, when the doors flung open and two Healers came rushing into the room.

"Patient Molly Weasley collapsed and she's unresponsive!" they shouted in unison.

Tracey didn't bother asking for permission and given her personality Bill doubted she asked permission for much. She jumped right out of her seat and ran towards the door, shouting orders at the two junior Healers on her way. They were using a lot of words that Bill didn't understand and Bill didn't realize he was standing at the entrance of the Wizengamot chambers before he heard Travers shouting about his impending escape.

"ENOUGH! It is 11:45. We will reconvene at 2:40. That will give you, Mr Travers enough time to find your missing witness and the Weasley family to check on their mother." Miss Macmillan waved the three brothers who took off to Kingsley's office to use the Floo.

Heavy black robes swirled around muffliato'ed shoes as they hurried through Knockturn Alley. The smell of piss and fecal matter permeated the very robes of the poor unfortunate souls that walked through it's broken cobblestone streets. The alley itself wreaked of dark magic and poor decisions. Hookers stood on every corner, offering themselves to every passerby.

It was a known fact that the alley held the record for the most unsolved murders. During the first wizarding war it had been used as a dumping ground for Death Eaters to leave their victims. The first shift of Aurors every morning had to go and collect the bodies that were left there overnight. Often, they would find friends or coworkers that they had seen the previous day.

It was also a good place to hide, the owner of the quieted shoes knew this all too well. The bloody Ministry was damn persistent and it was not easy to hide from them. It was not a problem anymore, though. Sometimes it was all about the name, as long as your name was familiar sounding enough no one looked at you twice.

The nondescript grey shoes stopped with a halt. They turned back and exited the main road of Knockturn Alley, turning into a side alley.

The side alley next to Borgin and Burkes was definitely one of the safer dodgy places to be meeting within the Alley itself. There had been few bodies found there and therefore Aurors didn't search it very much. What the Aurors didn't know was that alley was running a thriving contraband smuggling ring every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. Good thing it was Tuesday.

A light London rain started to fall as the robed person waited. Thankful that a heavy cloak was worn rather than a light one, the magical being waited. The contact was late. That didn't bode well at all. Under the circumstance the robe's wearer would rather be anywhere else but a debt was owed and the debt had to be repaid.

A slight change in the wind alerted the cloaked figure that the alley was no longer hosting just one. Hand gripped tightly on thick vinewood in the deep recess of black pockets, the robes shifted and the faceless figure turned.

"What have you found out?" Though the contact's face had never been seen, the timber of his voice was well known to the spy.

"Bill Weasley is in fact an illegitimate son of Lucius Malfoy. The heir actually." The robed figure whispered. The man rubbed his chin, thoughtfully. When no information was given, the spy continued.

"There are rumors that the Wizengamot is going to insist on Blood Magic."

"I am working on that. All will be revealed soon. Have you done what I asked of you?"

"Yes."

"And the trackers?"

"On every Weasley. What they know, we will know."

"Good. Keep your head down and your nose clean." he nodded once and then left. The polished boots of the Wizengamot member scurried away as he returned to the Weasley Vs. Wizengamot case. Tucking a stray lock of hair back into place the spy hurried back to down the alley and into the throng of Witches and Wizards in Diagon Alley.

Daily Prophet SPECIAL LUNCH EDITION

Search Commences for Missing Auror

Last night at 9:49PM a concerned resident in Mantucky, the popular wizarding neighborhood, reported concerns that his neighbor did not return from work. Although the Ministry hold a strict Twenty-Four policy regarding missing persons, there are rumors that Minister Shacklebolt himself requested a search after the identity was revealed to be none other than Senior Auror Charles Snaphorn. Senior Auror Snaphorn has been dutifully serving the Ministry of Magic for over thirty years. The Ministry as well as the staff here at the Prophet, urge anyone with any information to please come forward. Until then we will keep Mr. Snaphorn in our prayers.

-Parvati Patel

Knockturn Alley seeking Flat Sitter. Well compensated.

Daily Prophet SPECIAL LUNCH EDITION

Weasley Matriach Bids a Fond Farewell

On Day two of court with Weasley's we learnt that not only is Healer Tracey Davis a highly regarding MediWitch in her profession, but she is also the daughter of the well known Death Eater Phillip Davis, who personally killed over two hundred Muggles in the widely known train explosion. When confronted by the Wizengamot with proof of his activities during the war, Mr. Davis not only confessed to this crime but was proud of his many other accomplishments. Miss Hermione Granger, the current love partner of Mr. Ronald Weasley, insisted that Death Eater's daughter testify for Mrs. Molly Weasley.

Sadly the Junior Death Eater wasn't able to finish her testimony as the news that dear Mrs. Molly Weasley had passed on disrupted her riveting tail of aggressive Aurors and timid Healers. Will we ever know of William Arthur Weasley's real parentage? Will we, the readers, have closure? I guess we will find out during the next session in the Wizengamot!

-Rita Skeeter

So sorry I missed my chapter last week, I was sick and couldn't upload it. The good news is that I ended up writing more scenes in this one (because I literally had nowhere else to put them). So this chapter went from being 5K to 10k. My average chapter is about 4K words so I'm really happy with the humongous chapter. Still a bit sad that I ruined my weekly posting streak but what can you do?

I really love this depiction of Tracey. I especially love her with Charlie. I'm thinking about a short five chapter story about her and Charlie. What do you think? -C