"Sure you won't come down and watch the tryouts?" Alanna asked Alexandra, tying back her long, dark hair.
"I would, but I've only just started my History of Magic essay," Alexandra replied. "I've got to get at least half of it done by tonight."
"Oh, okay," Alanna said. "My notes are in the dormitory if you want to use them."
"Thanks," Alexandra smiled. "Tell James I wished him good luck."
"You got it," Alanna nodded. "See you later."
Alexandra watched her best friend head out the portrait door and then turned back to her essay. It was hard to concentrate on the regulation of potion exports when there was so much going through her head. She still didn't know whether to tell any one that Wretermoust was planning something. She knew what he was capable of, but would even he be able to do something destructive enough to harm a lot of people?
She looked around the common room, still contemplating this idea, when she saw Albus and Scorpius talking by the boys' staircase.
"I don't know what to do," she heard Scorpius whisper to Albus. "He won't stop! He's cornered me everyday so far saying that I owe it to him; that I need to think about where my loyalty lies."
"Maybe my dad can do something," Albus whispered back. "He's an Auror."
"My dad said to just keep giving him the cold shoulder," Scorpius sighed. "He's getting harassed by his mom. Says she sends him letters threatening him to help her."
"What are you going to do?" Albus asked.
"I don't know," Scorpius said softly. "I don't think people would believe me if I told them about it; they all think I'm just as bad as he is because of my family…that the Sorting Hat made some sort of mistake putting me in Gryffindor."
"I don't think it did," Albus said. "My dad told me that the Sorting Hat never makes mistakes. It puts you where you really belong."
"No one else seems to think so."
Alexandra turned back towards her essay. So she wasn't the only one being roped into some plan. But at least Scorpius wasn't bound to Wretermoust by blood…
She watched as the boys headed out of the common room. If Wretermoust was after Scorpius to help him with this plan, what could it possibly be…
…
"How can none of them remember anything?" Harry exclaimed, walking out of his fifth interview room.
Him and Ron and the rest of the Aurors had spent the day interviewing each and every one of Claridina's followers that were at her hideout in Moscow. So far, though, even with the aid of Veritaserum, no one had been able to tell them anything. It was if all their memories have been wiped out.
"She must've done something," Harry fumed to Ron as they walked back to their office. "What happened while they were sitting in Azkaban?"
"You think Claridina got to them somehow and wiped out their memories?" Ron asked.
"It's possible," Harry said. "I know the place is surrounded by dementors, but-"
Suddenly, his face fell. "Ron…the dementors!"
"What about them?" Ron frowned.
"She's got some sort of connection to them!" Harry exclaimed. "You remember when she was first at large all those years ago? How the Ministry sent all those dementors out and they didn't affect her in the slightest? She seemed to like them!"
"Bloody hell," Ron muttered. "So all those dementors Kingsley sent out aren't doing a damn thing to catch her."
"If anything they're helping her," Harry said, running a hand through his hand. "We've got to get them off the street."
"Harry," Teddy said, running over to his godfather. "Brenda from the front desk just said she sent someone up to your office."
"I'll go tell Kingsley about the dementors," Ron told Harry. "You go up to the office."
"Right, thanks," Harry nodded. "Teddy; go to the other interview rooms and pull the Aurors out; tell them to send the prisoners back to Azkaban immediately and be ready for a meeting in one hour."
"Got it," Teddy said, running off.
Harry quickly headed towards the lift and took it up to his office. He opened the door and was surprised to see Draco Malfoy sitting at his desk.
"You wanted to see me?" Harry frowned, closing the door.
"Yeah," Draco said, not looking at Harry. Harry saw he had a pile of letters in his hand.
"I've been getting some letters," Draco muttered. "From Claridina Wretermoust."
"Can I see them?"
Draco handed him the pile of letters. "My son says her son keeps telling him about some sort of plan as well. He says that the boy keeps trying to get him to help; says he owes to the Dark community or something along those lines."
Harry flipped through the letters. "Do you know why she's contacting you? Is it because she stayed at your manor when Voldemort was still in power or-"
"I'm practically the only former Death Eater left," Draco said. "Or, that's not in Azkaban, at least. She wants people with a background in the Dark Arts behind her; I told her that I don't associate with the Dark Arts anymore, but she won't stop. She's-she's threatened to kill my family if I don't join her."
Harry nodded. "So you want protective custody then?"
Draco shook his head. "Well, not for me, anyway."
"Then why are you-"
"What if you had a spy?" Draco said, standing up. "That could pass along information to you about her."
"Are you saying you want to join her?"
"As a spy," he insisted. "I know the Order had them back then…I know Severus was one-"
"How do I know I can trust you?" Harry frowned. "How do I know you won't join her for real?"
"I saw what the Dark Arts can do," Draco said, looking at Harry. "It took over my childhood; ruined my life. I don't want the world to turn back to what it was with Voldemort."
"I'm still not buying it," Harry said.
"My son's practically all I have," Draco said. "He's friends with your son, Albus, did you know?"
"I didn't."
"He said Albus said to come to you," Draco continued. "That you'd help us. Please."
Harry looked out the window, thinking…
"Okay," he said finally. "I'll set you up as a spy. You understand that this means you'll be getting back your Dark reputation?"
"Yes." Draco nodded. "But what about my son? Where can he stay? And my wife?"
"We'll put them under protective custody," Harry assured him. "Along with your mum. But you realize you'll have to sever all communication with them?"
"I-yes," Draco nodded. "Of course."
"You're putting your life on the line."
"I know."
"Alright," Harry said. "Come with me."
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