At the Burrow

"There you are dears" called the motherly voice of Mrs.Weasly. "Come and eat. You're the last one's to come."

Hermione, Ron and Harry scrambled out of the fireplace as it turned green to warn of another incoming...

The red hair showed first which meant another Weasly...

"That's funny, I thought we were all here." muttered Mrs.Weasly as the person stepped out neatly from the fire.

Percy stood in the archway dressed in black work robes. He looked weirdly at Hermione and Harry as he walked smartly towards his mum.

"Hello mother. I do hope I find you in good health."

Ron, Hermione and Harry looked at each other. What was Percy doing here when he had clearly stated he didn't want anything to do with his family?

"I'm fine Percy dear, just a bit shocked at you coming back… I've missed you, you know."

"I'm so sorry mother, but all the trouble we had at the ministry caught up with me. I would have come sooner but you know me… I needed to help. I trust you have been receiving the money I sent you."

Ron and Harry sent Percy a weird look which he caught in the corner of his eye. Hermione however was thinking very fast. This Percy didn't seem to know of the events that had happened in the last year. He was nice to his family whereas the last Percy had disowned them. Something was not right and there was only one explanation for Hermione. This Percy was an impostor! She needed to say something before someone said something that would give away all the plans of the Order of the Phoenix because she was sure that whoever this person really was, he was a spy of Voldemort.

But how could she say that too Mrs.Weasly when she was crying for her 'newfound son'. No Mrs.Weasly was out of the question. She supposed she could go and tell the others that were probably waiting for their dinner but that plan was ruined by George (or was that Fred?) shouting for his mum to hurry up and serve dinner.

"Coming George," shouted Mrs.Weasly, "Are you coming you three?"

And an idea came to Hermione.

"No I'm not really hungry Mrs.Weasly. I ate a bit at Diagon Alley."

Harry and Ron stopped scrunching their eyes while looking at 'Percy' trying to figure out what was happening. They turned and looked at her and started to scrunch their eyes again. Hermione gave them a look that said 'Don't be stupid, we need to talk… oh and stop scrunching your eyes like that.' They stopped, blinked and then said hurriedly,

"O we're not hungry either…"

"Really, you're not hungry?"

"Yes I am but Hermione wants…" Ron started but was cut off by Hermione.

"Mrs.Weasly, we ate at Diagon Alley. And we need to pack for school tomorrow."

"Of course dears, if you need any help just call."

"Thanks Mrs.Weasly."

And with that Hermione, Harry and Ron walked up the stairs while Mrs.Weasly and 'Percy' walked towards the kitchen.

Hermione slumped onto Ron's bed. Harry and Ron entered behind and sat beside her.

"Right what did you want us for Herms?"

Hermione winced at her nickname but didn't say anything.

"Hermione? Come on, you can tell us anything." coaxed Harry.

"Yeah and hurry up with it, I'm hungry." whined Ron.

"Ok then, did you notice how 'Percy' was acting? How he didn't seem to know what happened in the last year?" asked Hermione.

"'Course we did. Didn't you see us giving him our evil glares?" Ron demanded.

Hermione tried to stop herself from bursting out laughing… but couldn't. Her laughter rang out in Ron's room. Harry and Ron looked at her.

"What, what's funny?"

"Evil glares? Your evil glares are when you do this?" She asked and did a very good impression of them both with her eyes all scrunched up.

"What they're very evil looking!" Ron protested.

"Uh hum!" Harry coughed pulling both Hermione and Ron's attention to him.

"What? Hey why aren't you defending our glares Harry?"

"I'm not coz we have a more important problem for the moment and that's 'Percy'."

"Yes, you're right Harry." Hermione stated, "I think the person downstairs is a spy of Voldemort."

"You're right and what about that other Hermione we saw?" Ron asked.

"What other Hermione?" the real Hermione demanded.

"Well, you know when you were buying your book earlier today," Harry said.

"Yeah, but what has that got to do with it?"

"Well, I saw you, well I thought it was you… and I went up to the other you and I started talking to her, but she didn't answer and then Harry came and said it wasn't you coz you were in the book shop… and then we came out again and we were going to go and ask her who she was but then you called us and when we looked again she was gone."

"Oh no… Harry pass me that blue bag." Hermione said.

"What, the one from Livrers?" Harry asked.

"Yeah."

Harry passed the bag and Hermione rummaged through it and brought out the book she had been reading in the shop.

"I know it's here somewhere…." She muttered as she flicked through the pages.

"Ah ha. Look you two."

They crowded round the page Hermione had opened. On it was a picture of someone who looked like they were made of two people. The title of the page was 'The Metaphoragrigus'

Hermione started reading out the summary below.

"'The Metaphoragrigus (pronounced MET- A- FOUR- A- GRI- GUS) were beings who could change their appearances.'" She started but was interrupted by Ron.

"Well that's just like Tonks then isn't it?

"Ron shut up and listen, I've not finished… 'These thought to be extinct beings are cousins and very similar to the metamorphmagus, who can change appearance at will, but with one major difference. The Metaphoragrigus could only change their appearance to someone they had already seen. However the thing that made these beings powerful was that they could take the voice and powers of the person they changed into as well to make their disguise even more realistic. These beings were used a lot in the First Battle against he-who-must-not-be-named but are thought to have been killed to extinction by both sides. There have been reports of Metaphoragrigus but nothing has been proven.'"

"Wow, so you think that we have a Metphora thingy in my house?" asked Ron.

"Yes I do, and I think he or she's working for Voldemort…which I should add is not a good thing." replied Hermione.

"You're right…we need to tell the Order as soon as possible." concluded Harry.

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In a fallen down house by a marsh.

"So have you any information on our target my friend?"

"N..n..no master. I'm so sorry; they didn't eat with the family…"

"And why not?"

"The girl said they weren't hungry Master."

"She's very clever and I think she may start to suspect something…be more careful next time."

"Of course Master."