She started to head to the Common room, but she realized that it would be empty. She couldn't be left alone with her thoughts. She didn't trust herself. But where should she go? Everyone else was in class. She decided to head to the library. Halfway there she changed her mind. She was not in the mood to have Madam Pince breathing down her neck. She turned around and just started to walk. Soon, she found herself outside of Dumbledore's office. He's not there. Why am I even here? Without really thinking, she said, "Sugar Quill." The gargoyle sprang aside and Roxie ascended up the stairs.

The office was the same as it had been before. Instruments hummed here and there. Books lay on their shelves. Fawkes sat on his perch, blinking placidly. He looked kind of sick. Roxie walked over to him. She placed her hand on his head. He blinked once and then burst into flames. Roxie jumped back and was worried before she realized. Fawkes is a phoenix. The flames seemed to have alerted some of the Heads to Roxie's presence. "And just what do you think you're doing here?" one Head asked.

"I…I…" Roxie didn't even know why she was there.

"Shouldn't you be playing with your snot nosed little friends?" the cranky Head from before asked her.

"Snot nosed friends. Do you know who this girl is dating?" a witch with tight curls asked. When the other Head shook his head, the witch answered her own question. "Harry Potter."

"Goodness, the Harry Potter. I…" But Roxie didn't hear the rest of the conversation. She had been distracted by the sudden disappearance of an object. A stone basin had sat on the desk when Roxie walked in, but moments ago, with a POP, it had vanished. Roxie placed her hand on the desk where the basin had stood moments ago. Had someone summoned it? Before Roxie could think anymore about it however, the basin appeared, just as suddenly as it had disappeared. Roxie looked inside it. The contents were swirling. A Pensieve. Restraining her curiosity had never been a trait of Roxie's. I wonder what Dumbledore puts in here. Because the Pensive was surely his. What else would it be doing in his office? She leaned over the Pensieve. The bottom of the basin seemed to fall away. Roxie was looking down into a house. A house that she recognized, for she had been there just yesterday. Roxie looked around. The Heads were still bickering in their portraits. Fawkes was the only one looking at Roxie. He peered at her from the ashes. His large eyes were accusing her.

"I'm not doing anything wrong," Roxie whispered to him. Yet. With one last look at the bird, she leaned down close to the substance. She felt her nose touch the surface. She felt a lurch. Her feet left the floor of the office. She was thrown headfirst into the basin.

But she didn't hit the bottom. Instead she felt as if she was being sucked into a whirlpool. But just as soon as the sensation had started it stopped and Roxie found herself standing between two wizards with their wands raised. On had long, silver hair and the other, a pair of red eyes that Roxie knew all too well.

"How did you find me Dumbledore?"

"Well you see, Tom, it wasn't hard. I knew that you had once used your late father's house as a hideout, so I assumed that you would want to use your mother's home too. After all, it was her side of the family that you admired. Being a descendant of Salzar Slytherin and all."

"How dare you tell me that I admired that woman! Avada Kedavra!" In a swirl of cloaks Dumbledore vanished and appeared behind Voldemort. Roxie, however felt the curse shoot through her. It was like ice, but it didn't kill. "She was nothing to admire. After all, she succumbed to a mortal death. Foolish woman!"

"Ahh, but you see Tom, now you are just like her."

"I will never be like her!! I have ensured that I will not have to die a mortal death!"

"But I have ensured that that is exactly how you will die. A mortal death."

"Stupid old man, you can't make me die a mortal death."

"Oh, but I can. You see, I, and a few others, have destroyed every last one of your Horcruxes. You are now, a mere mortal. Just like the rest of us. And just like your dear departed mother."

Voldemort seemed shocked by this news. "Well then I will just make more Horcruxes. You can't kill me!"

"Ah, but you forget, or perhaps you haven't learned one little thing about Horcruxes. Once a wizard makes one, for lack of a better word, batch of Horcruxes that it all they can make. No matter how many more people they kill, another Horcrux cannot be made." Voldemort looked as if he had just been hit.

"You lie!"

"I do not. Perhaps you should have done your research better, Tom."

"Fine, but before I die I have one last thing to do. And my faithful Death Eater will help me with that."

"Barty Crouch is dead, Tom. Surely you knew that."

"I'm not talking about him you foolish man." Voldemort sent another curse at Dumbledore. "I am talking about the one that I have positioned at your school, posing as a student. Ahh so you haven't guessed who it is yet," Voldemort noted the look of puzzlement on Dumbledore's face. "Had any new students this year?" Voldemort laughed. "She will bring the boy to me. And I will kill him. Then I will, ahh go quietly." He gave out a high pitched round of laughter. "Now I can't have you going back to Hogwarts knowing this, so I must kill you now. Unless of course, you tell me where the boy is. No? Well then, Avada Kedavra!" Green light filled the room. "You can't escape me forever old man."

"Ah, but Tom, you will get tired too." Wait I remember this. Voldemort asked where Harry was again and then started talking about escape. This seems familiar too. Then Roxie saw something that was both strange, and a little amusing. She saw herself pressed up against the window. Of course. This is where I jump in to save Dumbledore.

Roxie felt herself rising up in the air and then, once again she landed in Dumbledore's office. The portraits were still bickering, so Roxie exited quietly. So that's how he knew I was a Death Eater. Voldemort gave him clues. He must have guessed it was…a muffled "Ouch!" sounded around her middle. She looked down and saw…

"Dobby!" Roxie recognized the elf.

"So sorry miss, I's not meaning to run into you."

"It's ok. It was my fault actually. But what are you doing here?"

"I was looking to speak to Professor Dumbledore."

"He's not there. What's wrong?" The house elf was twisting his ears and looking very nervous.

"Nothing, miss, just a problem in the kitchens. Nothing for you to worry about."

"Ok Dobby," Roxie said, but she didn't believe him. There was something the matter and Roxie was pretty sure that it didn't have anything to do with the kitchens. She turned around and began to head to the Gryffindor tower. All of the sudden her arm burned. She ducked down a deserted corridor lifted her sleeve. The Dark Mark was burning red. He's angry. Roxie touched the mark and then she heard something behind her. "Who's there?" she called as she shook her sleeve down and turned to face the end of the corridor. There was no reply, but Roxie thought she heard the sound of little elf sized feet running down the corridor. I hope he didn't see anything.

Roxie walked up to the common room. No one was there, classes had not yet ended. Roxie went up to her room and walked over to her trunk. She threw everything out and lifted the bottom. The orange powder sparkled in the sunlight. I can't go report to him. He'll kill me. But if I don't he'll kill me too. Before Roxie could make a decision she heard a noise behind her yet again. She turned and was face to face with Dobby.

"Dobby is sorry, miss. Dobby is thinking that everyone is at classes. So Dobby is telling himself that it is the perfect time to clean. Dobby is so sorry to intrude. Dobby will leave now." The elf turned, but Roxie caught him.

"Hang on. Before, in the corridor, was that you?"

"Dobby is not knowing what miss is talking about."

"When I was in the corridor before. I thought I heard an elf behind me."

"There is more elves than Dobby in the castle. Perhaps one of them was cleaning. I could ask them if you like."

"No it's ok." Roxie released the elf and he raced off down the stairs. Roxie had seen enough of Dobby that day. In fact she had seen him more today than she had all year.

Over the next few days Roxie saw Dobby more and more. He would pop up in between classes. He would be in the library as Roxie was studying. Roxie even thought she saw him in the Great Hall one evening. Ron, Harry, and Hermione did not seem bothered by this at all when Roxie told them. And whenever Roxie asked the elf what he was doing he would say that he was cleaning, or looking for someone. Roxie had had enough especially when she caught him lurking outside of the girl's bathroom that she had just come out of.

"Ok, Dobby that's it. I want to know why you're following me. And don't try to deny it," for the elf had opened his mouth. "Once or twice I could have agreed might have been coincidence, but constantly is getting a little stalker like."

"Dobby is sorry miss. He is not meaning to scare you."

"I'm not scared, just curious is all."

"Well Dobby is just doing as he is asked." The little elf clapped his hand over his mouth, as if he had said too much.

"You mean Dumbledore asked you to follow me?" Of course, he knows I'm a Death Eater. He's just making sure that I don't kill anyone. The elf did not reply, but Roxie knew the answer. Angrily, Roxie stormed off, leaving the elf staring after her.

She yelled the password at the gargoyle which leapt aside. Roxie spiraled up the stairs and threw open the door, without even knocking. "Ah, Miss Barker. To what do I owe this pleasure?" Dumbledore said serenely from behind his desk. He seemed to have been restored to full health. Papers lay on his desk beside a quill. It appeared that he had been filling out papers when Roxie had arrived. "Please, sit."

"Why did you have Dobby follow me?!?" Roxie demanded.

"Miss Barker I do not know what you're talking about."

"Please spare me the innocent act. I know that you had Dobby follow me around. He told me so. Now I want to know why."

"Miss Barker, I repeat, I have no idea what you're talking about. I have never told any of my elves to follow any of my students. Now I would appreciate it if you would stop accusing me." Roxie looked at him. Something in her eyes told her that he was telling the truth.

"I'm sorry Professor. I didn't mean to get so angry. I just want to know who ordered him to follow me and why."

"Completely understandable. I know that your mind at once sprung to me. After all, it was my elf and I have recently found out your secret. But sadly I cannot solve the mystery for you. It seems to me though that you should think about who else Dobby takes orders from." Roxie nodded.

"Thank you Professor."

"Anytime, my door is always open. Or at least it is once you open it." Roxie stood up and walked out. Who else does Dobby take orders from? The gargoyle moved back in place behind her. And then she remembered something. A story that had once been told to her. She raced off down the corridor, this time certain that her hunch was correct.