Disclaimer: Don't own it. Really not in the mood to talk now. I will try and post another chapter within five days and update How we met tomorrow. I procrastinate too much. Ta.

It was a scene right out of Adonis' nightmares. There were healers running helter skelter, pushing others out of the way in their haste to get the proper potions in time to save the patient. The patient in question was so alike to a corpse that Adonis had subconsciously dismissed him until he saw the strange contraptions attached to the body's limbs.

Sirius Black was standing at the fireplace. His raven hair was full of green floo powder and robes askew. His face, which still held the deathly pallor caused by the years in Azkaban, was even whiter than normal and he swayed a little in place as the potions took effect and his brother's skin darkened with a healthy flush. Harry, moving faster than Adonis had thought was possible for him, darted forward and caught his godfather's arm, steadying him and drawing up a chair. He made the man sit down.

The ex-convict put his face in his trembling hands, taking several shaking breaths. A healer came forward and gently pressed a vial of potion into his hands. Black stared at it blankly for a few seconds before downing it. His shoulders immediately relaxed and his hands stopped shaking. His skin also gained a little colour. Adonis guessed it must have been a calming draught.

"What happened?" asked Harry, worriedly. His eyes roamed the room till they rested on the still figure on a bed still being fussed over by several healers. "Who is that?"

Adonis, feeling awkward as he always did in situations like this, had had enough of the excess panic and emotion in the room. He spotted Carolina in a corner of the room, looking horribly uncomfortable and distressed, and swiftly moved towards her, feeling relieved that someone was feeling as out of place as he did at the moment.

"What's going on, Caro?" he asked, keeping his voice low. "Why the hell is Regulus freaking Black in the bed? Scratch that. What's he doing alive?"

It was as though a dam had burst. The whole story came tumbling out of Caro's thin mauve lips, her deeply tanned hands gesturing wildly as she unfolded the tale in the enthusiastic, factual way that was so uniquely her. Her deep chocolate hair with its honey streaks was slightly dishevelled and slipping out of her shoulder length French braid and her light brown eyes were glinting with the sparks of excitement and intelligence Adonis knew all too well.

"There's a letter that I've sent along to the labs for analysing. We should know the exact details by tomorrow at the latest. If I have it my way, the R.D. (Research Department) will have it by sunset. By the way, Sarfaraz" she said interrupting herself and startling him with the use of his real first name- "I think you should take those poor kids away from here. They look rather pale. Take them to your office and give them some tea'

Sarfaraz glanced at Harry and Hermione, and immediately decided that it was time to go. They could deal with this... drama later. Right now, their mental, emotional, magical and physical health was his top priority. And Sarfaraz Yusuf did not take his priorities lightly.

He nodded to Caro; feeling amused at her irritated look at having to deal with the chaos alone, and made his way towards the children. After persuading them to leave, he led them from the room, missing Black's grateful look.

Adonis' office was not big, but it wasn't small either. It was well-lit and had a friendly, welcoming vibe to it. The place was nearly drowning in piles of books, and there were several papers and maps on the desk and an Unspeakable robe thrown carelessly over the chair behind it. The carpet was a strange, unearthly shade of cerulean blue, and the ceiling seemed to be a swirl of colours that kept changing every few seconds. It was beautiful.

There was a white couch nearly completely hidden by books at the end of the room, with a small table lamp on the side table, casting an ethereal light on the couch, creating many beautiful designs. It was on to this couch that Harry and Hermione collapsed into now, exhausted from the day's events.

Adonis moved behind the desk and with a wave of his wand, started making tea. He was working purely on autopilot. Nobody spoke for a long time. Each person was lost in his or her own thoughts. No one knew what time it was. They didn't care.

The outside world seemed to have faded into a small window at the back of their minds, a tiny light unnoticed because of the darkness that now occupied their deepest thoughts. And what thoughts they were!

It wasn't everyday that one found out that their godfather's dead brother was found alive (but barely) in an abandoned family house. It wasn't everyday that an outsider was rushed into the large Unspeakable hospital wing. It wasn't everyday that you discovered things that literally shook the world as you knew it and threw it out of the window.

It wasn't any day that you realised that, to survive, you had to indeed do your best. Not follow some half baked plan and rush in to save the day.

There were several charmed computers in the research section of the DoM. They worked even while surrounded by magic. The ward protecting them from the raw energy was the same one that had been cast over the Ministry, St. Mungo's, Ottery St. Catchpole and Diagon Alley to prevent the Muggle items nearby from fizzling out. It was in these computers that a lot of the information and intelligence gathered by their F.U.s was stored, on magically enhanced (and protected) hard drives and floppy disks.

A letter had been found in Kreacher's possession that Regulus Black had apparently written before going on his suicide mission. The letter was more important than an ordinary suicide note. It contained information that could either save the world- or destroy it.

Robyn Style (a.k.a. Eris) was not someone prone to panic or anxiety attacks of any sort. She was quite capable of keeping her cool in difficult situations. She had witnessed some little children get cursed and almost killed without losing her nerve. But this... this was almost too much.

She pushed her chair back with such a force that it slammed into the desk behind her and she screamed in frustration, startling the other Unspeakables in the room out of their wits. She pointed a trembling finger at the screen in front of her.

"This," she said, her voice hoarse from shouting, her finger still pointed at the incriminating screen. "Tell me this is not true. Tell me I'm hallucinating, we're hallucinating!"

Slowly, with their faces clouded in confusion, the rest of them leaned over to have a look at the screen. Then, the confusion was replaced with horrified realisation.

"Now you see," said Robyn, her voice trembling and her white fists clenching and unclenching, "why I just hate the truth". Then, rather unnecessarily, "It's just so, so bitter".

On the computer screen, was displayed the results of the scan of the seriously incriminating letter. The words had been broken down into several facts that led to several conclusions and theories being destroyed, and many more confirmed. It was something they had simultaneously wanted and dreaded for years. Their fears were well founded. Someone, a man, spoke up.

"Get R.U. Sparrow here. Now".

Carolina stared at the screen with wide, uncomprehending brown eyes. Some part of her brain was celebrating the fact that several long unanswered questions were finally answered but the rest of her mind had gone into full panic mode. She finally closed her mouth before making a decision and opening it again to snap orders.

"I want two hard copies of this report, now!"

Intelligence/Research Report

Breakdown of new facts found.

Tom Marvolo Riddle made a horcrux.

Said horcrux was made from a locket suspected to have belonged to Salazar Slytherin.

Location: old Black House. Status: unharmed and extremely dangerous.

Tom Riddle has most likely made several more horcruxes.

The dark lord had an extremely well organised follower base.

Inner circle-

Lucius Malfoy, Rabastan Lestrange, Rodulphus Lestrange, Bellatrix Lestrange, Severus Snape, Walden Macnair, Patrick Parkinson, Albert Crabbe, Eustace Goyle, Alecto Carrow, Amycus Carrow... click for more...

Outer circle- partitioned into several layers (going outwards, further from inner circle)

Minor politicians/ financiers

Minor purebloods

Creatures

Halfbloods

Random wannabes, useful for spying and gossip.

Lord Voldemort is alive and will return.

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