October

Harry was out for an afternoon flight, no goal in mind, no Quiditch practice, just flying for the sake of flying. Far below he spied a dog. The dog. Harry flew lower. The dog yipped then picked up a stick and began to run around with it, wagging his tale as he ran. The dog ran away and then toward Harry again, jumping and barking and all together happy. Harry touched down. "Here boy." The dog ran over, dropped the stick on the ground and then quivered with energy, waiting for the stick to be thrown. Harry obliged and the dog took off. They continued their play until with one throw the stick landed in the woods and the dog took after it. Harry didn't think the dog was going to come back, but then it burst out of the woods and dropped not a stick, but a scroll on the ground. The dog nudged it with his nose, then retreated back into the woods, not to return.

Harry picked up the scroll then plopped down on to the ground. At first it appeared that it was just a piece of transfiguration homework, but when Harry flipped it over he found a letter.

Harry read...

Dear Harry,

Peter Pettigrew was the...

Sincerely,

Your Dogfather

The letter put a name to a face and confirmed somethings he already suspected. But how to act on the information?

Harry withdrew his secret PGP (Privilege, Goal, Plan) folder, the one that even Snape didn't know about, from his pocket, unshrunk it and began to sketch.