The last of the chapters I've written over my unwelcome hiatus. I promise I will keep writing, although obviously like anyone else I will sometimes have internet problems. Hope these made up for it!

Unfortunately the Quidditch match really did provide the perfect cover for Draco and his repairman to have a chat, although he had begged his Master to be allowed to play. What was the point in being Captain if you had to fake an illness and play a replacement? But orders were orders, and at least he'd been able to train up Harper in advance.

It didn't take long for him to reach the Room of Requirement, his guards in place in case anyone wandered away from the game – although this was rather unlikely. Disguising Crabbe and Goyle as girls had been a brilliant idea really (but Master didn't know about it – he would have only sneered). Sometimes Draco felt he ought to rebel against his Master more; he wasn't a bloody girl, he was a Malfoy. Then he would remember what his Master could be like when provoked. Even considering the idea made him shudder, and he took a moment to compose himself before entering the room. It certainly wouldn't do for his repairman to see weakness in a superior agent.

His senses were instantly assaulted by the smells of the potion bubbling before him. The Vanishing Cabinet was in one corner, clearly well on its way to being finished. Various instruments lined one wall – the other was hung with weapons the Master had demanded for his use. Draco allowed himself an internal cringe. These weapons were definitely not the kind he would want used on him. These had other, far more terrible uses. As he was staring at a particularly nasty looking device, a head popped up from behind the Cabinet.

Luna Lovegood.

"I had a clone take my hat – no-one will notice that I'm gone. You?" Draco had to smile. Luna's outside persona made her clones un-noticeable in a crowd, with their lack of voice and vacant expressions.

"I'm ill, don't worry. Besides, with the game on, who would notice? Now, the Master commands that you not finish the Cabinet yet, Lovegood. His plan's not ready yet, apparently." Luna simply nodded at him.

"As you say, sir."

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"Lovegood, apparently Potter is still without a date to Slughorn's christmas party. Try to get an invite, would you? I'm getting bored," Draco drawled.

"Of course sir. If you could just hand me that thingummy over there?"

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Luna had her mission, although she wasn't sure why she had to do it. Only Generals saw the Master, after all. But it was proving to be easy. With Harry as desperate to find someone to go with as he was, she only needed to catch him at the right moment. In fact, Hermione's sobbing sounded promising in that regard...

Harry was, at that same moment, looking for Hermione. Her row with Ron was turning nasty, and Harry figured he really ought to make sure she was alright – she'd looked close to tears in Transfiguration. [He finally tracked her down as she emerged from a girls' bathroom on the floor below. She was accompanied by Luna Lovegood, who was patting her vaguely on the back.

"Oh, hello, Harry," said Luna. "Did you know one of your eyebrows is bright yellow?"

"Hi, Luna. Hermione, you left your stuff..." He held out her books.

"Oh, yes," said Hermione in a choked voice, taking her things and turning away quickly to hide the fact that she was wiping her eyes on her pencil case. "Thank you, Harry. Well, I'd better get going..." And she hurried off, without giving Harry time to offer words of comfort, though admittedly he could not think of any.

"she's a bit upset," said Luna. "I thought at first it was Moaning Myrtle in there, but it turned out to be Hermione. She said something about that Ron Weasley..."

"Yeah, they've had a row," said Harry.

"He says very funny things sometimes, doesn't he?" said Luna, as they set off down the corridor together. "But he can be a bit unkind. I noticed that last year."

"I s'pose," said Harry. Luna was displaying her usual knack of speaking uncomfortable truths; he had never met anyone quite like her. "So have you had a good term?"] p290-291

Before long, Luna had achieved her mission – even if she did use mild Legilimency to hurry up the process.

Luna Lovegood was going to Slughorn's party.

["Harry, m'boy!" boomed Slughorn, almost as soon as Harry and Luna had squeezed in through the door.] p295 Certainly not a good start, though Luna; although she had to admit there were quite a few Revolution agents in the room. Obviously the Master intended for her to meet with one of them, or have them pass something to her. She would have to keep a look out for them.

Before long they managed to escape Slughorn (Harry had spotted Hermione). They made their way over to her with difficulty, and somehow ended up over by Professor Trelawney. She stank of sherry, but this didn't seem to worry Luna in the slightest. This was what she had been waiting for. As the Professor ranted about Firenze, a ring was quietly slipped onto the only ring-less finger of the hand that she'd conveniently placed behind her back. Luna had no way of knowing who had given it to her, but the creature engraved on it told her to give it to Draco – it was a roaring dragon. If it had been for her, it would have borne a small canary. Such symbols were necessary for agents, as they greatly reduced the need for written evidence. She turned her attention back to the conversation just in time to be a part of Harry's unfortunate crisis.

["Harry Potter!" said Professor Trelawney in deep, vibrant tones, noticing him for the first time.] p298

For Harry, the night was shaping up to be complete hell. Professor Trelawney had managed to attract Slughorn, and, much to Harry's disgust, Professor Snape. The conversation was not going well, with Snape's suspicions about Harry's 'incredible potions ability' beginning to creep across his scowling face. In fact, Malfoy was a welcome diversion. Filch dragged him in, threatening to punish him for being out of bed; but even though he claimed to be gatecrashing, he seemed put out by Slughorn's invitation to remain. Harry found himself wondering whether Malfoy had been headed for the Room of Requirement. Professor Snape looked as though he had suspicions of his own, in fact.

["I'd like a word with you, Draco," said Snape suddenly.] p301 Harry felt he should follow, and thanked whatever deity that was listening that he'd brought his Invisibility Cloak. Unfortunately, he wasn't able to hear much.

["...can't afford mistakes, Draco, because if you are expelled -"

"I didn't have anything to do with it, all right?"

"I hope you are telling the truth, because it was both clumsy and foolish. Already you are suspected of having a hand in it."

"Who suspects me?" said Malfoy angrily. "For the last time, I didn't do it, ok? That Bell girl must've had an enemy no one knows about – don't look at me like that! I know what you're doing, I'm not stupid, but it won't work – I can stop you!"

There was a pause and then Snape said quietly, "Ah... Aunt Bellatrix has been teaching you Occlumency, I see. What thoughts are you trying to conceal from your master, Draco?"] p302

That made Draco want to laugh. His real Master knew everything – he was the only one who could break Draco's Occlumency sheilds. Of course, Snape wasn't wrong. Aunt Bella had taught him to block his thoughts, and he did have many secrets to hide. But Snape wasn't a member of the Rebellion. It was from Snape and many others that his secrets were kept; not his Master.

The argument continued for some time before Draco stormed out, but he couldn't help a smirk later whilst reflecting on it. After all, he'd said something that Snape really should have heeded, but never would:

["They're not the only ones, I've got other people on my side, better people!"] p303

How true it was...

In St. Mungo's, Katie Bell sent out her thoughts to all those in the hospital. Their minds were a confusing mix of pain and drugs, but secrets could be heard. It was a Healer, working late, who particularly caught her attention tonight. His mind was crystal clear, focused – he knew something, and would tell Dumbledore. Unfortunately, Katie was born of Avalon; her thoughts were stronger than most.

His body was found the next day – but his mind had been destroyed long before.

Please let me know what you think, and feel free to ask questions - although I do promise to reveal all of my mysteries bit by bit as I go :) Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed it!