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Halfway through October they had their first Hogsmeade weekend. It was a nightmare trying to get out the gates – Filch was getting over-enthusiastic with the Secrecy Sensor. The thought that Ron Weasely voiced was echoed in the minds of several other students; what did it matter if they were taking stuff out of Hogwarts? Draco knew better, as he concealed his Masters latest missive. Taking anything out of Hogwarts was taking it in to Hogsmeade, which was clearly something few people thought of. Actually, considering the near gale-force winds freezing him and his fellow students, if he hadn't had good reason to leave the grounds he would never have bothered at all. The fire in the Slytherin common room had been invitingly warm, and he had departed with great reluctance.

Zonko's was closed, Honeydukes and the Three Broomsticks were packed; but neither was Draco's immediate destination. His first stop was the Hogs Head.

"A package for me, Aberforth?" The barman looked up at him from behind the bar and hefted a box up onto it. Non-descript, plain brown, but if anyone could have seen what Draco was feeling as he looked at it they would have been shocked – it was sheer delight in his eyes, although Aberforth could not read it.

"What you were expecting, eh? I take it you heard about Stan?" Draco resisted the urge to roll his eyes. The only one who really seemed to trust him was his Master – the rest insisted upon treating him like a kid. Although, the fact that Master was only a recent graduate from Durmstrang may have had a hand in that.

"Of course I have. Now I'd best be going – work to do." There was no point wasting pleasantries on Aberforth, it only made the old wizard suspicious.

Draco's next stop was an inviting town house on the outskirts of the village. Homely looking but easily part of the background, this was Headquarters of the Revolution. The strong wards seemed almost un-necessary to Draco as he easily by-passed them. No-one really knew about the Revolution yet, so hiding their Headquarters was rather superfluous. But Master had been insistant; he hadn't wanted to take the risk that Dumbledore or Riddle would discover their plans. Draco himself had been shocked enough to discover his Master, let alone the revolution. Yet as he placed the box on the kitchen counter he knew he was grateful – both for his rescue from the awful choice between mass-murder or the fall of the aristocracy, and his Master's... special care. Holding on to such memories made him smirk as he moved over to the message board in the main room. There was only one there for him:

She will do as you ask without question.

Good – it would make his horrible task that much easier.

The final stage of his visit was the easiest. A student walking into the Three Broomsticks and having a chat with the owner was hardly cause for concern.

"You want me to... give this to a student?"

"Katie Bell – she's to play her part with it. She'll be expecting you, so don't worry about recognising her. Just hand over the package." Rosmerta was clearly wary of him, but Draco paid it no mind. He didn't care what his Master had said or done to her to gain her compliance. This was too important for his cover as a Death Eater and placing a new spy.

"Right, wait in the ladies and hand over the package to Katie Bell. Got it, sir." Draco had to smile at that; he loved to be called 'sir'.

Everything went according to plan. Katie Bell received the necklace from Rosmerta, even managing to walk ahead of Harry, Ron and Hermione on her way back to the castle, providing a perfect audience for her theatrics. The necklace itself passed to Minerva McGonagall, who informed the 'witnesses' that Malfoy had been in detention with her. There was little that could dampen Draco's mood as he rested by the fire after his 'rigorous detention'. His Master would be pleased, and would possibly reward him. This would unfortunately have to wait, as he was currently in London. But the knowledge of a spy in St. Mungo's and the security of his own position were enough for now.

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[Overall it was one of the worst practices they had had all term, though Harry did not feel honesty was the best policy when they were this close to the match.

"Good work, everyone, I think we'll flatten Slytherin," he said bracingly, and the Chasers and Beaters left the changing room looking reasonably happy with themselves.

"I played like a sack of dragon dung," said Ron in a hollow voice when the door had shut behind Ginny.

"No you didn't," said Harry firmly. "You're the best Keeper I tried out, Ron. Your only problem is nerves."] p267 As he walked out of the changing rooms with his best friend however, Harry noticed a tall figure striding across the pitch toward the castle.

"Hey, I'll catch up with you, alright?" Ron seemed too preoccupied with his woes to be overly concerned, so Harry tried to surreptitiously follow the strange figure. It appeared he was rather successful, until the man turned and stared directly into Harry's eyes.

"Yet again, Mr. Potter, you show yourself to be overly curious as to the doings of others." The man's rich voice washed over Harry, and he started as he realised it was the stranger from Diagon Alley. He'd almost forgotten about it all.

"What do you mean, 'again'?" Harry was fairly sure he hadn't seen the man since, so such a comment seemed out of place.

"You're not the only one who can become invisible. I was guarding Draco that day – and I recognised your Cloak." The stranger didn't sound smug; he clearly felt this was perfectly normal. But to Harry it was terrible. Someone could recognise his Cloak while he was under it? That meant that Dumbledore's plan for keeping him safe wasn't nearly as secure as he'd thought. The man noticed that what he had said had disturbed his night-time companion, and smiled at him. The difference was startling. Before, the man had been handsome, if rather aloof; now, he was literally stunning, and Harry almost looked away in shock. But the man moved closer, holding out his hand.

"I have something to show you, if you'll allow it." Although his instincts screamed at him to refuse, Harry took the man's hand and found himself being led to the Room of Requirement.

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