"Harry, what are you thinking?" Ron exclaimed. "It's Malfoy!"

"Look," Harry sighed. "I know it sounds a little far fetched-"

"A little?"

"But I think this could really help us. Look, Claridina's been writing to him saying that he owes her his allegiance back to the Dark Arts; that she needs his help in some sort of plan. Her son's been telling his son the same thing at Hogwarts too."

"So why can't we just send them into hiding?" Ron asked.

"If Claridina wants them this bad, do you really think they can hide from her?"

Ron sighed. "Well, no, but-"

"It's not going to be exactly the same thing as with Severus," Harry told him. "Snape knew tons of information about the Order that he could've passed on to Voldemort if he decided to betray Dumbledore. We're not giving Malfoy any information; if he does betray us, well, at least she won't know any more than she already does."

"Do you really think this will work?" Ron asked. "What if Claridina finds out he's a spy. Does he realize she'll kill him?"

"He's aware of all the risks," Harry nodded. "And he's very skilled in Occulemancy; Bellatrix taught him when he was sixteen."

"And his family?"

"His parents and his wife are going to be put into hiding," Harry said. "His son's going to continue to attend Hogwarts and when he goes home on breaks he'll be in hiding as well."

"Alright," Ron said. "Well, I guess we'll just have to pray nothing goes wrong."

…

"Presenting Gryffindor's new Beater," James said proudly, walking into the common room, followed by Fred, Louis and Alanna.

"Congratulations," Alexandra grinned, closing her book.

"He nearly didn't make it," Fred said. "Bloke almost fell off his broom."

"I was trying to do a Sloth Roll," he defended. "Didn't work out, though."

"And guess what else," Alanna said. "On our way back into the castle we saw Professor McGonagall talking with some wizard from the Ministry-"

"That was Kingsley, the Minister of Magic," Louis said.

"Oh. Well, anyway, we overheard them talking and they said that they were going to remove the dementors!"

"Really?" Alexandra said, trying to mimic the relieved expressions of everyone else. "So they've caught Claridina then?"

"Er, no, not yet," James said.

"They why are they-"

"Because they only just realized that the demenotors have been helping her get into Azkaban," Fred said.

"Why would she want to get in there?" Alexandra asked.

"I dunno, to tell all of her followers that are in there not to say anything," he shrugged.

"All I know is that I'm glad they're gone," James said. "Whenever I would go to visit Hagrid I would see them standing by the lake…those things are dead awful."

"I'm going to shower," Fred said, heading to the boys lavatory.

"Yeah, I need to get this mud out of my hair," James said. "Hey, where'd Albus go?"

"He's probably still outside," Louis said. "I'll go look for him."

"I'm going to go clean up as well," Alanna said. "Did you finish your essay?"

"Not quite," Alexandra said.

"I'll help you when I finish showering, if you want."

"Thanks, that'd be great," Alexandra said.

She turned back to her essay, which was practically untouched. She was just about to give it another go when she heard a pecking sound at one of the windows. She saw a large, gray owl perched outside it with a letter in its beak.

Figuring it was looking for a Gryffindor student, Alexandra walked over and opened the window to let it in. She was surprised, however, when the owl dropped the letter at her feet and then flew off.

She picked up the letter, curious as to whom would be writing to her. Her father didn't have access to any owls, and he was the only one who she could think of that would have any reason to contact her. She opened the envelope and pulled out a piece of parchment.

Alexandra,

My son's told me about your unwillingness to help him. While I cannot say I'm not disappointed, I must admit that I'm not surprised at your reluctance. You will recall that when you visited me during the summer, I told you I would like it if you could come stay with me for the winter holiday as well. There's plenty of time to think about it, as you will not get out school for another two months; let me know as soon as you have an answer.

I hope you are well. I'm doing fine, save for the rather severe injury that Harry Potter inflicted upon my arm, but I haven't let that slow me down.

Love,

Mum

Alexandra crumpled the letter. How dare she write to her? What if someone had seen this letter? She was glad that her mother was disappointed that she didn't help Rolwat. And as for her staying with her during Christmas? There was no way that was going to ever happen.

She tossed the letter into the fireplace. If her mother insisted on contacting her, she would just ignore her.