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Disclaimer: You know what? Harry is his own free person( even if he's copyrighted)! Yet I still don't own him. If I did, I wouldn't be posting this, I'd be having tea and crumpets in England.

Emma's POV

I was running through Hogsmeade, picking up information. I needed to gather a little more before I reported back to Revere. Of course, I was in cat form. Calico, to be exact. So far the only info I'd gotten was that Honeydukes was coming out with a new kind of Fizzing Whizbees. I peered around the corner of The Three Broomsticks when I heard something valuable from a group of Hufflepuffs.

" I can't believe Potter got into the Tri-Wizard Tournament! He must have done some pretty powerful magic to get past the Goblet, the cheat!"

More likely Barty's work than Potter's. The boy's underage. I thought to myself. I darterd away to the Shreiking Shack.

Barty's POV

I stood in the shadows of the corridor, making my way to Snape's dungeons. I had already run out of the stock of Pollyjuice Potion I had brewed. Snape had a huge amount in the storage though. And if he did notice he would probably just blame Potter.

Merlin, even if he caught me he would just find some way to blame Potter.

It wasn't the potion supply I was worried about the most, it was the hair. The real Moody was locked up in his own office, nearly bald from the amount of hair I'd needed for Pollyjuice.

I slid into the room and started filling my bag with Pollyjuice. This may be Snape's dungeon, but it's my storage.

Emma's POV

I wedged myself under the Womping Willow's roots after tapping the soft spot on its trunk. The floorboards squeaked as I climbed the narrow staircase to the Counciling Room. I pushed the door open and saw my aquantices.

" Look 'ho's finally shown up." a voice growled in the center of the room. Our leader, a black mastiff known as Revere, stood in the center of the room. I just glared at him, I would have said something stupid that would have earned me thirty slashes, but I couldn't. I hadn't been appointed Translation. In animagus form, we couldn't talk to anything besides our own species.

I took my place at the side of the room and looked around. Arknas, a tabby, padded over to me.

" Did you get anthing important for the A.W.O?" she asked me.

"A very, very good amount." I answered simply. My tail twitched slightly.

The A.W.O stood for Animagous Wizarding Officals. We went undercover of the ministry ( and anyone else) and made animagous forms. We stayed in these forms during meetings to prevent any traitors from reporting faces. We weren't exactly on any sides, just whoever paid us the most gold for the information.

The meeting was about to start when we heard a tell-tale click of nails on wood. My head cocked and I counted the animals in the room. All twenty-five of us present...

A rat strode purposefully into the room. Who on earth? Then I saw it.

The missing toe.

A deatheater had enfiltrated our meeting, but not just any deatheater. Peter Pettigrew.

Grode, another rat, must have been thinking the same name a little too hard, because Pettigrew must have heard.

"Now, now ! It's Wormtail to you!" he squeaked.

" Pettigrew." Revere growled. " Get out. You're not welcome here anymore."

"Oh, let's play nice." the rat replyed, a bit to stuck-up for my taste.

" That game ended when you abounded us for the Dark Lord. Now, etheir get out, or there are two dozen animagous here who would happily skin your hide." Revere retorted. No wonder he was our leader.

Nimphis, a Cooper's hawk, screeched menicingly and half a dozen cats unsheathed their claws, including me.

" I know important things." Pettigrew squeaked, losing his prissy edge quickly. He was growing scared stiff. Good, that's the Pettigrew we all knew and hated.

Revere put out the Translating Charm so that anyone could take a stab at him ( I so wished literally) and I stepped forward, fur bristling.

" For your information, Wormtail." I hissed softly. " I already know." The rat didn't expect that. At all.

" And what would that be, Calico?" he asked impatiently.

" More than you know."

I told them about spying on Barty Jr., ( I didn't let them know he was my brother, that would raise questions) learning about the Port-key, the Pollyjuice, Harry Potter being in the Tournament, and the Dark Lord rising once again.

" I supposed I underestimated you Ginger." Pettigrew said. " But that's not everything.

A/N. Suspense! I'll post the second half in like, two seconds. Because I'm awesome. Here's a test for you guys. If you read all my A/Ns, post this :3 and say, ' Bob wuz here' got it? Amber would be very pleased with anyone who did and PM them personally ASAP.

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