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Chapter one.

It started out small. Rumors of a wizard uniting those of us who thought wizards should no longer hide in fear of Muggles. It s never meant to became a purity of the blood priority, but just as most men do. They tell you one thing and then do another. We were soon being attacked by death eaters at every turn and no one seemed to have any good answers. It soon became very evident we were at war.

I slipped down alleyways and hid in plain sight when I couldn’t, and was feeling a bit disgruntled that I had been sent from the Americas. To aid our allies in this war gainstvoldemort. I had no fear of his name, and give me a chance to avda kedavera him back to hell. Honestly I knew I was putting on a brave face. The situation was dire. The ministry was infiltrated. We no longer knew who truly to trust, and I was in danger only because my skills were dvinicy and shape shifting.
Behold!
The perfect spy, but I was growing I crinsgly tired of clandestine meetings in dirty piss smelling wife streets, and constant meetings with individuals to afraid to commit to a solid plan, however there were those that still held onto courage.
Dumbledore and his lot seemed to have their heads on straight, and I made sure to repeat this in my weekly report, in hopes my superiors would hold some sway with the British office.
So far it had come to no fruition, but that essentially meant nothing. The wheels of bureaucracy moved slow especially during wartime.
My new weekly superstition was to hold my breath and pray every time I sent off a message.
I continued my walk down the historical district. One of the nicer areas I’ve yet to have a meeting in, still I forced myself to remain vigilant. It was the nicer areas you really needed to watch. You never knew who or what would come out of no where.
I wrapped my thick coat tighter around my body. My meeting was In Edinburagh and I still had not quite become used to the English and Scottish climate.
I look around me to make sure no watching before I slip down a side street on privett ln.
I walk slowly looking for a dark blue shop called the golden kettle. It takes me three times walking past to find it, but when I finally manage it. I I do another peek around before slipping into the alley beside of the coffee shop. I slide my ash wand from coat sleeve and tap the third brick from the bottom four times.
I hold my breath hoping I managed to remember the instructions correctly. In times like these it was too much of a risk to write things down, so my memory was going to have to work.
A moment later a brick passageway appeared and I let out a sigh of relief, as I saw older looking shops, and people who were clearly wizards appear.
I walked into the passage, and continued my brisk pace for the last leg of my journey.
I was new here so I was constantly checking shop names, but finally I spotted the speedy looking tavern I had been directed to.
Ivy covered the chipped brick and mortar facade, and the wooden door looked like one good kick would completely tear it off its hinges. The Fire Brew Tavern sign looked like the words once had been gold, but were now chipped and brassy. I secured my wand in my sleeveas a reflex taking a deep breath before entering the building.
There were tables scattered all over the dusty main floor. There were a few sketchy looking patrons at the bar, and a even seedier looking bartender, but this wasn’t the place where people asked questions.
I took a seat at the bar, and asked for cider.
I had just received my mug, when I felt a large body take the seat beside me.
I heard a male voice say, “whiskey.” Without prompting, and I knew we were on our way.
“Hello, Lass.” He said to me, and I turned to face him.
It took everything g in me to stifle a gasp, as I met those light green eyes I had been staring at for over two months.
My host family’s son.