Harry woke up the next morning with a crick in his neck. After he had spoken to Ron last night, he had flopped down on his sofa and fell asleep. He groaned and sat up, cursing the couch and vowing to never fall asleep there again.

Once dressed for work he made his way down the still dark streets of London to grab a muffin from the café up the street. When he finally made it the Ministry, it was relatively quiet. Most of the Ministry workers didn't come in for another hour or so. He finally made it to the Auror office at a quarter to seven.

'Oh, good. You're here', said Valentine as Harry stepped off the lift. 'I want you to go with Peters. He's going to help you disguise yourself and go over the plans of the mission.'

Harry nodded and headed to Peters' desk. He found his fellow Auror already at his desk pulling some clothes out of a rucksack. He pulled out a grey hooded sweatshirt and a blue baseball cap and tossed them at Harry.

'What're these for?', asked Harry, holding up the sweatshirt and hat.

'It's part of your disguise', said Peters still rummaging in the rucksack. 'I have some contacts in here for you somewhere. Aha! Here they are', he added, tossing Harry a small box. 'Go pop em in your eyes, put that stuff on and meet me back here.'

Harry left to find the bathroom and returned a few moments later rubbing his eyes.

'Now I remember why I don't wear these', he said.

'Well, get used to them', said Peters. 'And try the hat on. Make sure you pull some of your hair down on your forehead to hide your scar, we can't hide it any other way since it was put there using dark magic.'

Harry pulled the cap on his head and turned to Peters. 'How do I look?', he asked.

'It'll have to do', said Peters as he also changed his clothes. 'Come on, we're meeting Valentine in the conference room to be briefed on the mission.'

Harry followed Peters down the hall to a large room. There was a round table in the center with chairs placed around it and a small coffee station in the one corner. Various charts and maps hung on the walls along with several 'Wanted' posters for the Death Eaters that eluded capture at Hogwarts. Valentine was already seated at the table looking over a few sheets of parchment he had in front of him. Looking up and seeing the two enter he said, 'Good you're here. Lets get started.'

Harry took Peters lead and took a seat at the table.

'We suspect a few of Voldemort's old Death Eaters are using a muggle pub in Edinburgh as a meeting place. We believe they are trying to bring back some of their old ways and are starting to recruit. I want you two', said Valentine, indicating Harry and Peters, 'to go to that pub and try to get some information. You are not to approach them. Any questions?' he asked.

'Yes.',said Harry. 'Do we know who these Death Eaters are?'

'We suspect it's Avery', said Valentine and Harry nodded. He remembered Avery from the Department of Mysteries during his fifth year. 'And keep that hat on Potter', added Valentine. 'Even without the glasses, I believe they would recognize you by your scar. Get going you two, and I expect a full report on my desk first thing in the morning.'

'Yes sir', said Harry and Peters in unison.

'Ready Potter?', asked Peters turning to face Harry once Valentine had limped from the conference room.

'As ready as I'll ever be', said Harry.

A few hours later both Harry and Peters were seated at a table in a dark corner of the pub in question. So far there was no activity. Not a single Death Eater walked in the door.

Well this is exciting', said Harry sarcastically. 'How long are we expected to stay here?', he asked Peters, who looked like he was about to fall asleep.

'Another couple hours I expect', he answered, glancing down at his watch. Harry picked up his drink and took a small drink. He was starting to wish they did have him back at the Ministry doing paperwork and fetching coffee. At least he would be doing something. His back was starting to hurt from the hard wooden chair he had been sitting on for the past three hours and he was starting to get a headache from the noise in the busy pub. He sat down his drink and pinched the bridge of his nose. Movement from the doorway caught his eye and he glanced up in time to watch a tall hooded figure enter the pub. The stranger kept his hood up as he walked to the bar and ordered a drink.

Harry looked over at Peters who had obviously noticed nothing. He kicked his leg under the table and jerked his head in the direction of the bar where the man stood scanning the room. Peters gave a small nod. They watched the hooded stranger join another man sitting at a table to Harry's right who had come in about a half an hour ago. Harry pulled two Extendable Ears from his pocket and discreetly handed one to Peters. They both stuck them in their ears and carefully snaked them toward the two men's table.

'Did you tell them when to meet us?', asked the first man.

'Yes', replied the second. 'They should be arriving any moment now.'

Harry turned to Peters and mouthed, 'That's Avery.'

The pub door opened and two more hooded figures entered and joined the first two. The two men nodded at the newcomers as they took their seats at the table.

'What's the plan Avery?', asked one of the newcomers after taking his seat. Harry immediately recognized the voice of Amycus Carrow.

'We first need to find him. The boy must be killed', said Avery

'The boy's security must be less now that the Dark Lord is gone', said another man, joining the conversation for the first time.

'We need to find the boy', said Avery.

'We could use the girl', said Amycus. 'I saw them in the Prophet a few weeks ago. We could use her to lure him to us.'

Harry's face paled as he looked across the table to Peters. He glanced back over at the table where the Death Eaters were having their hushed conversation and noticed they were standing to leave.

'Meet us here tomorrow, we shall go to headquarters and formulate a plan', said Avery before he turned to leave the pub with the other three men following close behind him.

Harry and Peters wound in the Extendable Ears. Harry's mind was spinning. He had to get to Ginny. He looked across the table at Peters, who looked utterly confused.

'Who were they talking about?',asked Peters.

'Really?', Harry asked in disbelief. 'They were talking about me you idiot.'

'Merlin's beard! They were, weren't they', said Peters.

'YES', exclaimed Harry. 'We need to get back to the Ministry.'

Harry and Peters stood from the table and rushed out of the pub to apparate. At the Ministry, Harry made a mad dash for the lifts and jabbed at the button impatiently. When the lift doors opened, he practically ran straight into Hermione.

"Harry! We just got back and . .', began Hermione but Harry cut her off. 'Hermione, I need you to go to the Burrow', he said hurriedly.

'What's going on, Harry?'

'I'll explain later. Just make sure Ginny stays in the house', pleaded Harry.

'S-sure, Harry', sputtered Hermione, clearly confused. Before she could say anymore, the lift doors banged shut.