DISCLAIMER: THE BOOK BELONGS TO J. I HAVE ONLY BORROWED BOTH CHARACTERS AND PLOTLINE.

A longer chapter, so it's a bit cramped but please, Review! Review! Review!

CHAPTER 52

Dear Harry,

Just writing to tell you that I'm fine; and thanks for the bracelet. My year has this time around has been, thankfully, very peaceful with no crazy homicidal men lurking in my head! I've worked hard to get over the funk I've been in, with Neville and Luna's help and let me tell you I feel tons better now! To work off my guilt Madame Pomphrey has let me tag along during my free time and help at the hospital wards and I've tried learning a couple of useful healing charms and potions, it's been good for me, she's a really cool person.

Apart from that I think everyone's doing great though sometimes I feel Darren looks a bit troubled at times, NOT that I'm looking or anything :)

The school is right now being guarded by dementors and that's making us all feel a bit edgy, I usually run the hell away from them 'cause they dredge up all of my worst nightmares. Thankfully they'll be gone soon since the people at Hogsmaede have been protesting that their business has been poor ever since they've been here, so hopefully they'll be removed by the end of this month or the next.

I hope everything in Beauxbaton's is going well for you and Draco, (tell him I said hi). Anyways, 'Joie de Vivre!' and all that, and take care (hopefully that came out right!).

See you soon,

Ginny.

(P.S. Luna wants to tell you that she's been shooing away the many Wrackspurt that have collected around your brother, so no worries! (I don't know what the hell they are but she seems rather smug about it.))

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"John Dawlish and Williamson" Harry said thumbing the magical register while standing in the basement of the Obscurus Book House "These are the two Auror's who had patrol duty on the day that Peter escaped; also good news, their addresses have been entered in the book along with other details. Look…Dray…?"

Draco who had been standing beside him was gaping weirdly at him for some time now with a silly smile on his face.

"What you staring at Dray?" Harry said waving his hand in front of his face trying to get him to focus.

Draco blinked and said "It's just you…you look exactly like mum and you're saying all these weird things to me, it's seriously giving me the creeps! Forgive me if I'm not too interested in the Aurors right now, because seeing you in a woman's body is too funny!" doubling over with unsuppressed mirth he held onto the shelves beside him for support.

Harry wacked him on his head with the book in his hands and smiled "It's all your fault you know, you refused to drink the Polyjuice potion with your mum's hair in it, so someone else had to step up to the task. Also let me tell you something else, you masquerading as your father is no less uncomfortable! "

"Yeah well, whatever. First you make me look like an old and might I add, ugly man, and then you try to change me into a woman? I still can't believe you chased me around for half an hour with that damn vial trying to make me drink it! You see Harry? This is where I draw the line. Old man? I'll survive, but woman? Gross! I always say you better than me!"

Harry shook his head exasperatedly trying not looking down at the female dress robes he had on. In all actuality he too felt really strange about having a woman's body, but that was something he would never tell Draco about and let him feel smug.

Having obtained the information they were seeking, they had sat down to a leisurely lunch at the Leaky cauldron after their disguises had worn off, enjoying each other's company immensely.

They talked about the last weeks, second attempt at making them prisoners of war.

They had gone down to the mess to eat their dinner, but on touching their plates they had found themselves being portkeyed into the same cages as the last time. It had been surprising at first, but they had learnt to keep their minds' barriers up at all times, so were able to easily dispel all attacks. Miss Reynald's had come into the room smiling and told them that soon she'd teach them how to track each other down with special body ink.

After lunch they strolled around checking out various shops to pass the time, Draco bought a dress-robe from Twilfitt and Tatting's while Harry went over to talk to Mr. Florence Fortesque, getting them two blackberry ice creams, they were waiting for it to become dark so that they could begin the next stage of their plan; finding John Dawlish.

Dawlish was a married man and lived in Kennington with his wife and child; since it was the weekend they knew that the man would definitely be at home with his family, so at around nine o'clock they apparated to the place in the address of his house.

Standing in the quiet residential area, they noted that the streets were completely empty; all residents seemed to be inside the safety of their homes and amongst their families. They walked around the neighborhood, searching for the house that belonged to Dawlish.

Finally spotting it, they put on their disillusionment charms and waited patiently at the gate till all the lights in the house had been turned off. Shivering from the cold, Draco turned to Harry and said "I sense a couple of wards being activated around the house, if we want to get anywhere near the front door we're going to have to deactivate them all."

So standing outside, braving the cold wind, they quickly identified each and every one of the wards and methodically broke them down one after another, "Last one" Harry said his breath fogging up, "we'll enter through the window downstairs, because the door has a license ward on it and it would take us ages to break down."

Draco nodded while blowing warm air onto his frozen hands and followed Harry inside the compound of the house. They quietly banished the glass on the window and entered the house stealthily. Lighting up their wands, they wandered the ground floor but did not find a single bedroom there, so they slowly climbed up the stairs not daring to use apparition in case the cracking sound woke up the sleeping family members.

They avoided a purple door that had the words 'Enter at your own peril' on it knowing that the room obviously belonged to a child.

However when they came to another door on the same landing, Draco placed his wand against the lock and whispered 'Alohomora.' The door silently swung open and creeping in, they saw two sleeping figures on the bed which had a patch of moonlight thrown over it.

"The man must be Dawlish" Draco said and walked up to him saw that it was indeed him. Pointing his wand at the prone figure, he said 'Somnus' and the man shifted in his sleep, the lines on his face disappearing, ensuring that he would not wake up suddenly.

They levitated him out of the room and placed him on the floor of the corridor outside, "Do you want to do it, or should I? " Draco asked, "I'll do it" Harry said "and if it's not him, then you can try on Williamson."

Pointing his wand at the man, Harry softly said 'Legilimens' and entered the sleeping man's mind, there were no barriers to break as the man had not thought them necessary, but due to the sleep his thoughts were in a bit of a mess and were terribly scattered. Harry sieved through many of his memories feeling Draco kneeling next to him getting steadily more and more restless when he finally came to the one, on the day of Peter's escape.

He carefully went through it but saw nothing strange, Dawlish had not even been the one in charge of Peter's cell; he had been patrolling the other side of the prison on that day.

Pulling out of his mind Harry shook his head at Draco and said "He's not the one."

Looking disappointed, they lifted him up and put him back on his bed. About to leave, his wife stirred in her sleep due the sudden dip in the mattress and opened her eyes! Startled, Harry and Draco stood still not even breathing when she turned to the other side and fell asleep again.

They tiptoed out of the room and down the stairs and climbed out the window to go back to school since it was almost curfew, next week they would have to investigate Williamson.

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After a hectic week in the Academy (where they had started to learn how to construct bridges and tall ramparts from seeds in Civic Construction class, manipulating their growth and hardening them to a rock-like density, taught by the serious and bookish man, Mr. Frank Wright), they finally reached the weekend.

Deciding that they would go in the afternoon to Mr. Williamson's apartment to scout the place, Harry and Draco spent the morning taking turns to fly outside on his beautiful new broom.

Mr. Williamson lived in an apartment in Islington the perfect area for a single professional or student, apparating in a secluded park opposite the building; they put on their older man disguises, this time with minimal complaints from Draco and walked up towards the doorman to ask him if he knew the man.

"Yes, Mr. williamson is a resident here" he confirmed, looking a bit suspiciously at the two strangers "But he is not here right now since he was taken to the hospital last week by a friend."

"What happened to him?" Harry asked trying not to sound alarmed.

"Dunno, supposedly he's been a bit sick off and on these past couple of months, and suddenly took a turn for the worse the last week."

"Do you happen to know the friend's name or the hospital he was taken to?" Draco asked trying not to appear too eager.

"Not sure about the hospital Sir, but the friend gave me his name, said he was a Mr. Weasley, really impossible to forget the bloke with his flaming red mop."

With knowing looks at each other they thanked the man and walked back towards the park, "He has to be the one Harry, he's been sick for a few months now; mostly the sickness must have started around the time of the breakout!"

"Your right" Harry said, "but we're going to have to get a hold of him anyway, to find out the rest of this story. I think we're going to have to pay the man a visit at Mungo's."

Carrying a bunch of flowers with them they walked up to the Williamson's room and knocked on his door while still sporting their disguises, not hearing an answer Draco went into the room while Harry stayed outside on guard.

Walking up to the hollowed out man in front of him, Draco quietly said 'Legilimens' and entered his mind. Williamson's mind was torn asunder, looking at the wreckage Draco couldn't help but clutch at the bed.

There was a dark aura around the edges of his thoughts trying to trap Draco within their overwhelming power. Desperately avoiding the blackness he quickly scanned the man's mind and saw images of him struggling during these past months with blank periods of time, illness and terrifying nightmares.

Suddenly Draco found what he was looking for and stopped to examine the thought.

It was a sunny day at the village's port (the same one he and harry had been to) and Dawlish the other Auror had gone off to talk with the boatman to get their boat ready, while Williamson stood waiting for him to return.

There was a shift in the air and suddenly everything had gotten freezing cold, Draco looked on with shock as a black hooded figure merged with the oblivious Auror, the man's body shuddered for a minute and his eyes glowed a feral red, but by the time Dawlish had returned he was back to normal.

The scene changed and Williamson was standing outside Peter's cell in Azkaban, the tiny quivering man before him said in a shaking voice the fear nearly oozing out of his large and dirty pores "My Lord is that really you?"

"Shut up and listen Wormtail, I do not have time to explain, just know that by tonight you will be free of this prison. Take the form of your rat and wait inside the boat that has been docked outside the gates. I will come to you soon once this charade is over."

Peter looked up at him his eyes wet with unshed tears as he nodded, grasping the bars of his cell tightly, he gasped when he heard it click open!

Once again the scene shifted and this time they were back to the village standing on the outskirts of the woods, when the Dark Lord spoke through Williamson's mouth, "Take a few months and then rescue the other death eaters from the prison" he commanded to the quivering man before him, "And after they have been well and truly hidden, I want you to enter Hogwarts when the place is less guarded as i'm sure that wily old fool will be expecting you and bring Darren Potter to me."

"But master…!" Wormtail said looking shocked.

"No buts, I need the boy to complete my resurrection, it is only his blood that will satisfy me for the ritual, his hate will help bring back my full strength. If you do this correctly, when I return you will be rewarded greatly."

Draco didn't see the rest as his vision blurred and he found himself back in the hospital with Harry shaking his arm roughly, "Someone's coming Dray, let's get the hell out of here!" He said looking over his shoulder.

Draco still dazed let Harry steer him outside and held on tightly as they did a side-along apparition. Appearing outside the Hospital building, Harry looked at Draco excitedly and asked "So? What did you see?"

"You were so right Harry…" Draco whispered knowing that what he would say next would hit him like a bolt of lightning.