Harry and I were spat out of the Burrow's living room fire, both of us stumbling as we half jumped; half ran out of the grate. We ran into the kitchen and saw Molly cooking at the stove.

"Mrs. Weasley, where's Lupin?" Harry blurted, coughing slightly from the amount of soot he must have swallowed from the fire.

"He's not here, dear. He's gone away for a couple of days, seeing as it's the full moon tonight. You know he never likes to stay at the house whilst he transforms," she said, wiping her hands on a tea towel.

I frowned. None of what Molly had just said made any sense to me. My brain seemed to be working rather slowly.

"Is there any point in sending him an owl?" Harry asked, sounding disappointed.

"Not really, dear. Do you think he'd be able to read it? He'd probably eat the owl before taking any notice of the letter," Molly said, leaning against the kitchen counter.

Harry sighed and muttered an 'Okay', before turning round and heading back into the living room. I turned and followed him into the back garden, sitting next to him as he sat on a bench, which was next to the back wall of the house.

I was still thinking about what Molly had said, about Lupin eating an owl. I sighed before saying, "Harry, why would Lupin eat an owl?"

"Huh?" he said, turning to look at me instead of the stone floor. "Oh! He's a werewolf," he said, as though this was something someone came across everyday.

I raised my eyebrows and said, "Oh, right, okay."

Harry laughed a little. He propped his head in his hands before asking, "Amity, why do you think they want to question Snape?"

"I don't know. Maybe it's like what that woman said in the potion's shop. Maybe he feels guilty about killing Dumbledore," I suggested, shrugging.

"But what could he have done to make them think he feels guilty?" Harry pressed on, sounding more frustrated with every sentence he uttered.

I sighed. I couldn't possibly supply Harry with any answers. I know it must have been terribly tormenting for him, but what else could I do? Make something up that would be a lie, but what he would want to hear? I don't think so, somehow. That'd be insulting the guy's intelligence.

I stood up from the bench and looked down at Harry. He lifted his head out of his hands and looked up at me. We shared a smile for a second before he said, "I had a good day today. Up until…well, you know."

I laughed and nodded, showing I understood what he meant. I shot Harry one final smile before I started walking away from him, towards a large, open field, not too far from the Weasley's back garden.

I perched myself on the edge of the fence, swinging my legs slightly. I didn't really know why I was sitting on the fence, or why I'd walked there at all, but it was nice and peaceful; I could think about things here.

I thought about my mom, but not for long. I was more curious about why the Death Eater's wanted to question Snape. He can't have been back from his 'quest' for long. Maybe he was feeling guilty, and was considering coming over to the Order's side and the Death Eater's just wanted to be sure of his intentions. Or, perhaps, someone from the Order had used the imperious curse on him to try and get to Voldemort, to kill him, so to speak. Or, perhaps, I was just letting my train of thought get out of hand. That was the most likely answer.

I frowned, slightly, as I heard a hoot, and looked upwards. There was a Tawny owl, circling me. My frown deepened as I began to recognise to whom the owl belonged to; my mom.

I stuck out my arm, in a perch-like way, ready for the owl to settle on. It did so, and stuck out its leg, waiting for me to untie the letter. I undid the small not in the ribbon, and the owl hopped off my arm and onto the fence, beside me.

I unrolled the letter and read it in a whisper to myself. It read:

"Amity,

I don't know where you are, but I hope this finds you.

We need you back at Headquarters. Your legilimency skills would help us all a lot at the moment. You would be rewarded greatly, Amity. Please, come home.

Bella."

I scowled at the letter for a moment, before encouraging the owl back onto my arm; he did as he was told, reluctantly.I swung my legs over to the other side of the fence and hopped off it. I quickly made my way back to the Burrow, intending to reply to my mom's letter, blatantly telling her that I would not return to Headquarters, no matter what the reward may be. In a less polite way, of course.