Betty stepped into Azkaban for the second time that week, feeling her happiness depleting by the second. The Dementors were standing guard and Betty didn't bother looking at the creatures as she walked into the prison. She didn't want to see their faceless heads with their cloaks pulled over them. She kept her eyes down, hearing the rattling of the prison bars from the different inmates. Each time she stepped into Azkaban; she swore it would be her last. But, as an Auror, she knew she didn't have that luxury. Especially with answering to Jughead now as well as Sweet Pea. Sure, Sweets didn't want her to go to Azkaban often, but she was the best recruit for the job. Stopping just shy of the guard's entrance desk, Betty looked at her options presented before her. Whistle and Weed. They would do.

"Benjamin Whistle?" Betty asked, and the surly-looking guard turned to face her, smiling slightly the next moment.

"Ah, Miss Cooper!" Benjamin exclaimed, and Betty smiled at him. He had always been nice to her each time she visited the prison. "What can I do for you? Not here to talk to Bellatrix Lestrange again, are you?"

"No," Betty was quick to deny, shaking her head as her soft curls swayed to and fro around her. "I'm here to actually talk to you."

"What can I do for you, my girl?" Benjamin asked comfortably. Betty inhaled a fortifying breath.

"What all can you tell me about Bellatrix?" Betty asked, keeping her voice down low in case someone who shouldn't hear her, heard her. Benjamin looked nonplussed for a minute before a knowing look entered his eyes.

"You're answering to someone other than Fudge, I'm assuming?" Benjamin asked and Betty neither confirmed or denied his query. She just looked at him patiently for a moment and the man laughed. "All right, Miss Cooper. Let's see how I can help. Bellatrix. Well, let's see. She doesn't do much other than laugh hysterically all die, in-between crying tears of mirth as she proclaims He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is coming back for her."

Betty nodded grimly. She knew that much. "What about any whisperings of any events happening? Like the Death Eaters who partook in the humiliation of the Roberts' at the Quidditch World Cup this past summer?"

Benjamin's brow furrowed. "Well…there's whisperings of an event taking place sometime this year amongst the Death Eaters but we all know how that goes. They're mad enough to think their master is coming back from them when we all know You-Know-Who is dead."

Betty nodded absentmindedly, thinking about what event could happen. Her mind went to Hogwarts, where the Triwizard Tournament was taking place and she suddenly knew she needed to talk to Sweet Pea, who had left for the castle that morning. "Thank you, Benjamin. You've been tremendous help."

She hurried away from the guard, leaving the prison altogether. She had to get to Sweet Pea and Jughead.

XXX

Betty ran into the Ministry, sprinting down the hallways to get to Jughead's office. Once she was at his door, she knocked on the wood, only entering when he told her to. "Jughead!"

Jughead looked at her, jumping to his feet the next moment as he hurried her to stand in front of his fire once more. "Take a moment to collect yourself, Betty, and get warm by the fire. Then tell me what you found out."

She nodded her head, feeling touched that he cared enough about her wellbeing to put it first. She stood in front of the flames and held her hands out to them, letting them lick her skin. When she was sufficiently warmer, she turned to Jughead, who had chocolate waiting for her, and she accepted it. Taking a bite, she let the warmth diffuse inside of her, touching her from head-to-toe, and she felt significantly better. Finally, she was ready to speak.

"Benjamin Whistle, one of the main guards at Azkaban, told me the Death Eaters on the inside are talking about an event happening. Something similar to what happened at the World Cup this past summer."

Jughead looked surprised. "Did the Death Eaters say where it was taking place?"

"Benjamin didn't say that they did," Betty said after a moment of thought. "But my best galleons are on it happening at Hogwarts. There's too many Ministry officials there for it to not be happening there. And, of course, Harry Potter."

Jughead nodded thoughtfully, thinking about her answer as Betty took another bite of the chocolate. "I need to speak to Sweet Pea. Please stay in the room.'

Betty watched as he got a pinch of powder out of the bag hanging on a hook next to his fireplace and threw it into the flames, turning them green, before he stuck his head inside of it. She watched on as she heard Sweet Pea's voice trailing down from the other fireplace he was in front of at Hogwarts. Most likely Dumbledore's. "Hey Jughead."

"Sweet Pea, is Harry Potter safe?" Jughead asked.

"That kid is so well protected between Albus and Alastor, that it'd be a minor miracle if someone got to him," Sweet Pea replied, eyes traveling over to Betty. "How was your second trip to Azkaban?"

She got down on her knees, Jughead scooting over to make room for her, and she stuck her head into the fire. "Good. We found out that the Death Eaters are planning something. We just don't know what."

Dumbledore spoke up sharply then. "Betty, is there anything that Bellatrix offered up to you?"

"No, Albus. I'm sorry, but she didn't. She is too far entrenched into Voldemort to roll over on him," Betty sighed sadly. Dumbledore nodded thoughtfully.

"That doesn't surprise me," he mused. "She was always integrated into him when she was the school. Bellatrix never stood a fighting chance."

"Albus, how's Harry doing?" Jughead asked, Betty watching the older man intently as she waited for his answer, too.

"He's as well as to be expected," Dumbledore sighed. "It's been a trying year on him and the third task is in a little less than a month. I know Alastor Moody is working on making sure he makes it through the tournament alive. That's all we care about right now."

Jughead nodded. "Okay. Sweets, keep us posted on any happenings at the school. Albus – I'm here if you need me."

"Miss Cooper," Dumbledore said, directly addressing Betty and she looked at him. "I know the original meeting for the Order this week was on Wednesday but it got moved to Thursday. Are you going to be there?"

Betty nodded. "Yes, sir."

"Okay," Dumbledore replied. "Make sure your mother and father are there, too. They're two of our most prolific witches and wizards."

Betty knew how true that statement was; knew that her mother was most adverse in Charms and Legilimency. Her father was the best Auror his generation had ever seen and Betty was hoping to follow him in his footsteps. "They're going to be there, Albus."

"Okay, thank you," Dumbledore said. He looked at Sweet Pea, who nodded.

"I've got to go talk to Moody. We'll be in touch, Jughead. Betty, stay safe," he said, and with a 'pop!', they were gone. Betty crawled off of her knees from in front of the fireplace and stood to her feet. She looked towards Jughead.

"We should really tell the Order what we know," she murmured.

Jughead rubbed at his chin thoughtfully. "We need to see if there's any spies in the Order."

"You really think there are?" Betty asked quietly, and Jughead sighed.

"I don't know," he admitted honestly. "I'm starting to wonder if any of our agents are put under the Imperious curse."

Mind on Archie, Betty nodded. "I'll be careful what I say around Archie right now."

"Please do," Jughead advised. "And don't be on your own with him. If Rookwood or Malfoy got to him, discretely, we're fucked."

"Okay, Jughead," she replied, making the mental note to never be alone with Archie. She also made the mental note to tell that to Veronica. She glanced at her watch. "We have a little less than twenty-four hours until the next meeting for the Order. What do you need from me?"

"Are you willing to go undercover?" Jughead asked.

Betty nodded with pursed lips. "Yes."

"We need you to infiltrate the Death Eaters," Jughead said.

"Polyjuice Potion?" Betty asked. "Bellatrix, Rosier, and Runcorn all know what I look like. If I infiltrate as Betty Cooper, they'll recognize me."

"We're going to have you use Polyjuice Potion, yes," Jughead agreed, tapping his knuckles on the wooden table that was his desk. "Betty, I implore you to think about this. This is not something you can come back from in one piece. The Death Eaters – they're prolific when it comes to pain. You'll have to do things you never dreamed of doing."

Betty set her jaw resolutely. "I know, Jughead. I'll go undercover."

"We'll do it after the third task," Jughead said decisively, and she nodded. She knew he needed her up at the school to watch the third task – especially if there proved to be an event happening at that, that they needed to be prepared for.

"Who am I going undercover as?" Betty asked.

Jughead thought about it for a few minutes, before looking at her. "I think our best choice is Narcissa."

"Lucius's wife?" Betty asked in a hushed voice. "What will he do, do you think, when two Narcissa's show up? Her, and myself, the imposter?"

"I think," Jughead began. "We stand a chance if we get her imprisoned in Azkaban."

"How on earth are we going to do that? She hasn't broken any laws," Betty murmured.

"No, but she was there the night Bellatrix crucioed the Longbottom's. We can have her for aiding her," Jughead whispered.

"Good lord, Jughead," Betty murmured quietly. "Dumbledore would never go for that idea."

"It was his idea in the first place," he muttered, and Betty breathed deeply.

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How on earth is she going to be arrested and then later freed?" Betty asked.

"We're going to leave her in Azkaban but say that she got out because it was a mistake," Jughead said firmly.

"And I'm impersonating her?" Betty asked quietly.

"You're our best chance at catching the Malfoys. Something is going on Betty, we all know this," he said softly.

Betty thought about it for a few moments. It would be by far her most dangerous task she had ever taken on but if Dumbledore needed her to do it, she'd do it. "Let's arrest Narcissa tonight."

"She's already being arrested as we speak," Jughead said, turning to look at Betty. "Betty, if you do this, you cannot tip off anyone. Especially the Death Eaters you'll be intermingling with. I'll want weekly reports of course, but you've got to keep your head down. You cannot let them know what you are doing. They'll kill you."

She nodded grimly. "I know."

And, she did know. She would have to play her part to a T, if she didn't want Lucius to find out who he thought was his wife wasn't actually his wife. Then she grimaced. "Urgh – I'm going to have to snog him."

Jughead quirked an eyebrow at her, laughing the next moment. "I didn't think about that. You have my deepest condolences."

"Says the man who doesn't have to snog Malfoy," Betty sighed. She thought things through for a bit longer before nodding her head. "Okay, get her arrested. Get a hair off her robe for me or have the arresting Auror do it. Then I'll stew the potion and will go undercover when it's ready."

Jughead turned pink. "Uh, it's already ready. Dumbledore and I were hoping you'd say yes."

Betty cocked an eyebrow at him and then it was her turn to laugh. Fair enough, Jug." She had never shortened his name before but she thought if there was a good chance she'd be killed in this task, she at least deserved to be friendlier with him. He looked at her.

"I can't tell you how much I appreciate this, Betty," he murmured.

She knew. Inhaling, she squared her shoulders as she nodded and turned on her heel. Time to get to work.