Harry was impressed by Lucie. Once over the initial shocks, she had readjusted her world view to include the wizarding community remarkably quickly. She had listened carefully to a brief history and a recap of the recent war. She had sat eye to eye with Kingsley Shacklebolt at George's kitchen table and answered every question, despite having previously confided that she had not always seen eye to eye with law enforcers in the past.

After them looking at each other carefully for a long, silent moment Kingsley had asked

"Did they say anything about dragon's teeth? Or using them?"

"Using dragon's teeth?" she said. "Like Jason and the Argonauts?"

At the blank looks on the faces of the five wizards she went on.

"In greek myth. There was a hero called Jason. They made a film of it. I haven't seen it in years, but someone planted dragon's teeth and they grew into an army of skeletons." She paused. "That can't actually happen, right?"

The silence stretched out.

"There are all kinds of restrictive laws about what one can and cannot do with dragon's teeth," said Kingsley, slowly. "Some of them have been in place since…well, since Ancient Greece. To be honest, I don't know if anyone's tried planting them. Researchers will be on this within the hour. Currently, there is nothing more than a rumour."

She stared into her mug.

"Are you going to wipe my memory?"

"No. Now you are known to certain criminal elements, for your protection we must keep you aware. I must impress upon you the importance of discretion…"

"I'm not going to tell anyone. Duh."

"Indeed. You cannot go home, it is likely they will have found out where you live - "

"She can stay here," said George, quietly.

"And finally, I am going to ask for your help. If you don't want to, when it is safe, we will modify your memory and send you home. If you do, we will re-evaluate the situation when your services are no longer required. We will be grateful. "

The ministry wanted to draw any escaped Death Eaters out of hiding and wanted to find out about and quash all of the rumoured dragon's teeth plans. Kingsley told them, all sworn to secrecy, of a plan.

"You can't just use her as bait!" Ron eventually burst out.

"Yes he can," she said. "I'll do it."

"Are you sure?" asked Arthur.

"I'm a twenty one year old shop girl with no education who just got fired. I've got no family and I've lost touch with all my friends. This is an amazing opportunity for me." She turned to George. "Thanks for letting me stay."

"The ministry will retrieve your belongings and bring them here. Please remain here, indoors, until further notice. I will be returning tomorrow to collect copies of your memories. Arthur, you'd better get back to work." With that, Kingsley strode into the fire, said "Ministry of Magic" and disappeared.

"Yes, I had. It's nice to meet you, Lucie," he said, shaking her hand. "George, boys, I'll see you later." He, too, stepped into the fire and disappeared in a whoosh of green.

"Will that hurt?" asked Lucy. "When they do things with my memories?"

"Nope," said George. "Look." He placed his wand to his temple and started drawing silvery wisps. "There's a penseive in the bowl cupboard."

Harry fetched it and placed it on the table. Lucie watched wide eyed as George deposited his memories and made a little version of Harry riding a broomstick rise from the basin. As they watched, the little Harry dodged spells and jinxes and turned into a George. Harry realised it must be from the night they called the Battle of the Seven Potters. Eventually, the little George on the broom was hit in the head with a spell and lost control of the broom, blood spurting from one ear. The memory suddenly dissolved.

"What was happening?" Lucie gasped. "Other than…" she gestured at George's ear. "That must have been terrifying!"

Harry watched her expressive eyes fix on George's face.

"We have to go too," he announced.

"What?" said Ron.

"Yeah," said Harry, glaring at him. "I don't think we got all the Doxies in the parlour curtains and I don't want them breeding."

"But – ow!" Ron's objection had been cut short by Harry 'accidentally' kicking him in the ankle. "Alright, fine. I'm going."

"Bye," said Lucie, not taking her eyes off George.

"Yeah, bye," said George, not looking around either.

Harry couldn't help but chuckle at the look on Ron's face as the penny finally dropped. Waiting for Ron to vacate the fireplace, he made a mental itinerary for the evening. Check the parlour curtains, just in case there were any doxies. Write the letter he promised to send to Ginny. Write another letter to Charlie Weasley, in case he could shed any light on the uses of dragon's teeth and finally, he sighed at the thought, that essay on effective disguises wasn't going to write itself.