A/N

A very large apology I do send to you all! I'm sorry I did kind of drop of the edge of the world for a while, but with school and everything my work load has just got massive so I did actually forget I had this story - but I'm trying I promise!!

Thanks to you all and to Shroomy a massive one - i owe you massively

Chapter 3


Do you actually believe that this is it

'Did you read it!' Sirius slams a newspaper onto our bed, waking us both up.

'Padfoot?' James asks sleepily, rolling over slightly

'Have you!' He asks again

I rub my eyes, and lift my head up, 'obviously not, Sirius, you've just woke us up.' I complain and roll over, burring my face in a pillow

I hear James sigh, and feel him lean over to put on his glasses. a paper is ruffled and i can feel him sitting ever straighter, 'lils' he pokes me in my side, 'I think you should see this.'

I sit up groggily, meaning the duvet slips. Sirius doesn't make a comment about my top - first sign that this is actually serious

'What?'

James just keeps reading the paper. Angling myself so I can see the paper I begin to read.

'But...' I trail of looking towards Sirius who by now is sat on the side of the bed

'I know, what's school going to be like after this?'

the three of us are silent for a moment until James speaks, 'We should get dressed, babe, Dumbledore will probably want to... and then there's everyone else.'

'Yeah,' I make a move to get out of bed, flinging the duvet of me.

'I'll wait for the two of you next door, okay.' Sirius says and leaves the room as I walk towards the bathroom. My head is all a flood with the news.

*

Some Hungarian or something once said that ' In mathematics you don't understand things, you just get use to them' Well granted this isn't about trig or geometry or algebra. But I suppose the idea of it transfers. I don't understand it, but I suppose that you get use to it. Except does getting use to it that you start to get immune to it? Do you get passive towards it, does it start to affect you less? Do you become disillusioned with it all? Do you start not to care?
The hall is both really subdued and buzzing at the same. (Is that a oxymoron or a paradox? I can't bring myself to care - which I think is a first)

Me, James and Sirius slowly make our way to the rest, who are already sat down.

'I'm guessing by the way you lot look like extras from the Godfather that you've heard.'

'Don't insult me please. Yep, does anyone know anything else yet?'

Remus shakes his head, 'Na, just that school is on some sort of lock down and that after breakfast everyone has to head to their dorms.'

'aurors are being sent in as well,' Alice adds.

'I think Dumbledore wants you two.' Ais says, pointing over to the door. We all turn to see Dumbledore and McGonagal standing by the door looking over at me and James. Once he made eye contact with me they both turn and leave the hall.

'I guess we aren't having a leisurely breakfast today.' james says, as we both get up, to follow him.

*

I've always been a fan of Dumbledore's office, it's like a home from home, but in a home, if that makes a word of sense to anyone but my brain. But it looks duller and drabber today. The carpets look like they need a clean and the curtains look encrusted in dirt, the seats feel harder and the fireplace more austere.

'i'm going to presume that you have both read the newspaper?' Dumbledore asks us both, we just nod.

'Right then we have a predicament.' he says, both me and James look at each other in puzzlement. 'you are both students and I'm bound by what the aurors have told be not to tell you.' We both nod. He gets up then and we watch him stalk up and down his office. 'I can't tell you as students, even as Head boy and girl.' He pauses and looks into the centre of the room into nothing for a moment. 'But lets hypothesise for a moment that there was a way to tell you everything. Because you are both in a position to get more information than anyone of us is. Which of course leaves me with a conundrum, to get what I want I have to change something, but by changing it I have to be sure that I am changing the dynamic for a good enough reason.'

He pauses and James speaks, 'Sir sorry I don't have a clue what you are saying.'

'No obviously.' He paused to think for a moment then he carried on, 'Voldemort.'

'Sir?' I asked surprised

'No perhaps that isn't the best way.' he mused to himself. He turned around and starred at us both. Before he could speak again. McGonagall who had just been sat in the corner before opens her mouth and says, 'Maybe Albus. It would be better to simply tell them.'

Dumbledore stares at her for a while and she just stares right back at him. Like a silent conversation. Dumbledore then turns around, and settles back into his chair.

'If I said a secret organisation, what would you think Lily?'

'Umm, The Freemasons, The Godfather?' I question not knowing what he is going on about

'The Godfather?' James looks at me

'It's a film, you'd like it. The 2nd one is better though.'

James nods and we both turn back to look at Dumbledore

'Yes,' Dumbledore replies getting the conversation back on track. 'and If I said a phoenix, what would you say?'

James answers that one, 'Greece.'

'Ummmmm' Dumbledore replies, I've known him like this, stuck for words

'Perhap Albus you should just explain, without the questions.' McGonagall tells him.

'Right.' He sits up a bit straighter and then says, 'I'm about to tell you something, that you can't tell anyone, technically I should even be telling you, being students, but desperate times mean desperate measures, I believe.' Before he can say anything else. The door to his office swung open and a haggled and scruffy Mr Moody walks in.

' 'ave you told 'em yet Albus?' He says walking into the room.

James jumps up, 'Moody.'

'Potter,' he nods towards him and roughly grasps his shoulder as he walks passed him

'Mr Moody.' I greet him,

'Miss Evans, It's been....'

'The funeral sir.' I say softly

'How you holding up Potter?' He asks James

'I'm doing alright, thanks.' Moody nods again and with a quick glance to me, goes and stands next to Dumbledore with an another nod toward McGonagall

'Well?' He asks again

'I was getting to it.'

Moody shakes his head and turns to us both, 'This isn't an invitation. Count yourself as honoury members.'

'Okay?' james says

'find out about who planted it,'

'But Moo.....' James starts of but is interrupted by Moody

'We think that it was some slytherins and you two are in the perfect potions to find out who it was.'

We all sit there in silence for a moment until I have to ask something, 'So basically you aren't making us honoury members of something that has to do with Freemasonry, The Godfather and Greece. You're just telling us an extra sentence of information that others don't know and telling us to find out some stuff, without us making it look like we are trying to find stuff out. We're not members, we're employees. Like when the mob employ people to do legit things for something illegal, but don't tell them what it's for.' I stare right at Moody who just stares back

'You're clever than you look Miss Evans.' He says, both of us not braking eye contact

'Lily Please and I pride myself on it, Moody.'

'You're good Miss - Lily.'

'What can I say, I'm more than a pretty face and I watch far too many gangster films.'

We just look at each other, until Moody says, 'Well then, should you get to it?'

James, who though the whole interaction was sat there studying us both, 'Yeah, Come on Lils, to the batmobile!'

Making our way to the door and slowly walking down the stairs I turn to him and say, 'Batmobile really? You've been listening to Sirius to much.'

A/N

I'm not going to explain the Godfather or the batmobile because in all honestly if you don't know you should just go and lock yourself in a room with nothing but the yellow pages ( a very interesting read)

Thanks

Ken

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