"What the bloody hell is that?" Ron asked as Hermione walked into his and Harry's office carrying a cordless phone set.

"It's the phone line Kingsley had me set up for the muggles to call on," Hermione said. "We've just released Claridina's photo to their news networks. They think she's on the run after shooting five people with a gun."

"I've seen a phone," Ron said, frowning as Hermione set it on Harry's desk. "It looks nothing like that."

"The last time you used a phone was to call Harry when you were thirteen," she said. "They've changed quite a bit since then. It was lucky I could find an office phone at all at the store I went to. Most places only sell cell phones now."

"Cell whats?"

"Phones you can put in your pocket," Harry told him.
"In your pocket? That's mad!" Ron exclaimed.

"We have another line set up in my department," Hermione said. "The calls will first go directly there. If a tip is of any relevance, we transfer it down here to you two. Although…I think we should agree that Harry will be the one working the phone in here."

"Got it," Harry nodded. "Thanks Hermione." He stood up. "I've go to go. I should be back in an hour."

"Where are you going?" Hermione asked.

"Malfoy's been in league with Claridina for a week now," Harry said. "He sent me an owl yesterday saying that he has some information to tell me; he's supposed to meet me by fireplace in ten minutes and I need to get home to make sure I don't miss him."

"Good luck then," Hermione said.

"Tell the git not to screw this up," Ron said. He still hadn't quite gotten used to the idea of working on the same side as Malfoy.

Harry quickly apperated back to his house, which was completely empty; Ginny was covering a Quidditch match and Lily was at the Burrow. Harry moved a chair in front of the fireplace and sat down to wait. After about five minutes, the flames began to crackle and the next thing Harry knew, he was staring down at Draco's face among the logs.

"I was worried I'd miss you," Draco said.

"I've just come from work," Harry said. "I got your owl."

"Yes, good," he nodded. "I don't have much time; Claridina is getting potion ingredients from a town near our hideout."
"What town?" Harry asked.

"I don't know," Draco replied. "I had to side-along apperate here with one of Claridina's other workers so I wouldn't know the location. It's very woodsy, though. When I look out the windows all I can see are trees."

"Right," Harry nodded. "What did you want to tell me?"

"She's mostly been working in one room here," Draco told him. "I rarely see her, except when she's teaching me knew spells and curses that I've never heard of in my life. But last night she seemed…furious about something. I was walking by the room and the door was open a crack; I heard her say that if someone had something, that person would figure something out."

"She didn't mention any specifics?"

"No. But she only seemed mad for a few moments, though. And then she got quiet and said that the girl could help."

"The girl? What girl? Who?"

"She didn't say names. All she said was that she was going to take care of the problem…and then she mentioned you."
"What about you?"

"Something with the girl," Draco frowned. "Said something to the bloke that was in the room with her that-that she was the key to bringing you down."

Harry felt his blood grown cold. "Did she say how?"

"No," Draco said. "But-But I don't know if she meant your wife or maybe Granger or if there's some other girl that she could possibly use against you."
"It's possible," Harry said softly. "Did she say anything else?"

"Just some more about how her plan, whatever it is, she hasn't shown me anything yet, is going to wake up the wizarding world, but that was it."

Harry nodded. "That will help a lot," he told Draco. "Thank you."

"I'll keep trying to find out more about this plan," Draco said. "Once she trusts me completely she'll begin to share more with me."

"Keep us posted when you can," Harry said.

"I will," Draco said. "I've got to go now; she can be back at any minute."

"Stay safe," Harry whispered as Draco's head disappeared from the fireplace.

…..

"How can you be certain she will do it?"

"Are you questioning my thinking?" Claridina spat at her closest follower, Aden.

"Of course not," he said smoothly. "I am only suggesting that perhaps it is not…prudent to place such a hefty responsibility on a girl who seems so set against helping us."

"She hasn't yet embraced her Dark aura yet," Claridina said. "And I expected her to reluctant; she will come around eventually, though."

"Yes, eventually I'm sure she will," Aden nodded. "But giving her this task now? What if she alerts the Ministry?"

"The Ministry is clueless," she snapped. "And besides, she won't complete this task to help me. She'll be doing it to help herself."

"I do not follow, I'm afraid."

"Of course you don't," Claridina said.

"Maybe if you kept asking her to come stay with you for the holiday…"

"That would only drive her further from our side," Claridina said. "No, this way will work perfectly…"

"Please," Aden said. "The Ministry has already taken the dementors off the street and rumor has it they'll soon be taking them out of Azkaban until you're caught. I think you should wait just a bit longer to-"

"It's a shame about the dementors," Claridina interrupted him. "I will miss their presence, that I will admit, but their removal will do nothing to hinder me."

She walked over to a window and stared out. "There's nothing anyone can do anymore…the plan is almost complete. Soon, we will act."