The following takes place between 9:00 AM to 10:00 AM
Ministry of Magic
"Travers died a few weeks ago in prison."
Draco was breifing Hermione and Harry on the current whereabouts of Voldemort's death eaters. He sat at Hermione's desk with Hermione and Harry looking over his shoulder.
"Avery is still at large...Doyle, I have no idea...Crabbe is at large and still pissed about his sons' death." Draco was saying.
"Why? It was his own fault." Harry asked.
"Mm. Try explaining that to Crabbe." Draco said simply. "All right, that's all of them that I remember."
"So, how many is that?" Asked Hermione.
"Upwards of twenty." Draco answered. "Not including reinforcements."
Harry exhaled sharply. "Where are the reinforcements coming from?"
"All over." Draco stood up. "The ministry, Diagon Alley, Hogwarts..."
"Whoa, wait, you're saying there are people inside Hogwarts now working for the death eaters?" Harry asked. "How sure are you?"
"I'm not a hundred percent sure, but it is possible." Draco replied.
Harry bit his lip in thought. The thought of someone working inside Hogwarts at this very moment for the Death Eaters was terrifying. His sons were there along with most of his nieces and nephews. What if that person used one of them to get to Harry?
"Harry?" Hermione snapped Harry from his thoughts. "I'm sure they'll be fine. Like Draco said, it's not definite."
Harry sighed inwardly. "I hope so..."
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Molly paced around the Gryffindor common room holding her WC. It was her free period, and she didn't have homework, so she decided to call the Ministry to inquire about Stephen. She knew it was her paranoia speaking, but it couldn't hurt to check it out.
Molly's WC beeped. She answered it. "Hello?"
"Hello, Ms. Weasley, this is Adam Soransen. I'm returning your message." The man said.
"Oh, yeah. Hi." Molly greeted. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
"You said you were concerned about a phone conversation you overheard?"
"Yeah...it's my sister's boyfriend Stephen Sanders." She explained. "He said something about 'it will be done, and I won't let you down.'"
"Why is that suspicious?" Adam asked.
"It's just the way he was talking, plus he never talks about himself..." Molly smiled wryly and chuckled. "I'm a little paranoid sometimes and protective of my little sister. It's probably nothing."
"Probably, but given everything that's been going on this morning, every little detail counts." Adam replied. "I'll look into it. And Miss Weasley, I will need to tell your uncle about this."
"No problem." Molly nodded. "Thank you."
"You're welcome. Good-bye."
Molly hung up and sighed. 'Hopefully it's nothing...'
The Ministry of Magic
"So, it's assumed then that the Death Eaters are after the members of the second Order of the Phoenix?"
Harry and Hermione were in a meeting with Kingsley. It was Kingsley who spoke. Harry nodded. "It fits. The pictures that were stamped with the Dark Mark were the victims that were killed this morning."
"Then we should warn the rest of the members." Hermione suggested.
Kingsley nodded. "Get right on that."
"Of course." Hermione and Harry stood up.
"Potter, stay a minute." Kingsley pointed to Harry. Hermione left and Harry sat back down. "Have you spoken to the rest of your extended family since the kidnapping?"
Harry shook his head. "I warned James and Albus to be careful today, though."
"That's good. What about your aunt and uncle and cousin?" Kingsley asked.
"Oh...the Snicklefritzes." Harry slumped his shoulders.
"Uh, never mind." Harry shook his head. "Why do you ask?"
"Well, since your family's in danger, wouldn't you want to warn them of it?" Kingsley raised an eyebrow.
"Why? They already have Lily. You're saying they'll kidnap my entire family?" Asked Harry.
"I'm talking about torture and murder." Kingsley said seriously. "You really want to take that chance of them not knowing what's going on?"
Harry rubbed both hands through his hair. Well, the Death Eaters do mean business...maybe it'd be a good idea. He stood up. "I'll be back in a half-hour."
An old, run-down cottage, three men sat around a table. One of them, Dolohov spoke up. "Do we have a plan?"
"Indeed, we do." Answered another man. "We have a way to get to Potter to get to Shacklebolt."
"The girl." The third man nodded.
"Yes." The second man nodded.
"So, are we going to act on it, or sit around talking about it?" A fourth man walked into the room and sat down.
"But of course, Doyle." Dolohov replied. "We just need to wait for the opportune moment. By the way, how's the cauldron coming along?"
"We still haven't found it." The second man reported. "There's still a few more hiding places to check."
"Well, get on with it. It must happen tonight." Dolohov urged. His men nodded.
Harry found a pay phone booth a few blocks away from the Ministry. He put in a few coins an dialed a number.
"Stein, Howard, Jones, and Dursley; how can I help you?"
"I need to speak to Dudley Dursley, please. It's urgent." Harry said into the reciever.
"May I ask who's calling?"
"One moment, please." A few minutes later, Dudley answered.
"Hello, Dudley. It's Harry."
"Harry. Well, this is a surprise." He said politely. "It's not everyday I hear from you on a day that the banks are open."
Harry chuckled quietly then sobered up. "Listen...remember how I killed the dark wizard Lord Voldemort twenty years ago?"
"Well, his followers are after me for revenge. They want me dead by the end of the day. And...they might come after you and your family." Harry swallowed. "Because you're related to me."
Dudley sighed and rubbed his forehead. "Again?"
"Well, at least last time, it was twenty years ago." Harry shrugged trying to lighten up the mood.
"Okay, well, thanks for the warning." Dudley said sincerely.
"You're welcome." Harry sighed. "Good-bye."
Harry hung up. He exited the phone booth and started walking to the Ministry. His WC beeped.
"Hey, Harry, it's Adam."
"Hey, Adam, what's up?"
"I just stumbled upon a potential lead...but I'm not sure how solid it is." Adam reported.
"One of your nieces overheard her sister's boyfriend talking on the phone to someone about sometihng being done, and that he won't be disappointed." Adam replied.
Harry paused, his heart beating fast. "Who was it?"
"I don't know. It was Molly who overheard her sister's boyfriend Stephen Sanders." Adam said.
"Have you found out more?" Harry asked, speeding up.
"He's in Slytherin House at Hogwarts...his grandparents were big time You-Know-Who supporters. That's about it." Adam shrugged.
'I wonder if Draco knows him.' Harry thought. "All right. I'll be at the Ministry in a few minutes. Let me know if you find out more."
Harry hung up and called Molly.
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Molly headed to her next class. Her WC rang. "Hello?"
"Molly, it's Uncle Harry."
"Hello, Uncle Harry. Did you talk to Adam...?" Molly asked.
"Yes, I did." Harry nodded. "How long ago was this conversation?"
"About an hour ago."
"And how long has Lucy been seeing this boy?"
"For almost a year." Molly answered. "Why? Did you find out something?"
Harry shook his head. "Just that his grandparents were big Voldemort fans."
Molly flinched slightly and looked around before whispering "Are you sure it's safe to say his name? What if the Death Eaters jinxed it again?" Molly heard many stories about Voldemort and his Death Eaters. Most gave her nightmares that lasted for weeks.
Harry quickly looked around for any Death Eaters. "I hadn't thought about that."
"Uncle Harry, what if Stephen is a Death Eater?" Molly asked worriedly.
"Well, your father will not be happy with the news." Harry said.
"True." Molly approached her classroom. "I gotta go. Class starts in just a minute."
"All right. I'll talk to you later." Harry replied. "And Molly? Don't worry too much about Stephen."
"I won't. Bye." Molly hung up.