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you hear it first. ([info]thenewstoday) wrote in [info]valesco,
@ 2010-06-14 07:48:00


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Entry tags:aberforth dumbledore, alice longbottom, benjy fenwick, edgar bones, emmeline vance, frank longbottom, group, james potter, lily potter, order of the phoenix, ralph frobisher, remus lupin

Order of the Phoenix
It was best to take matters into his own hands. The Order of the Phoenix had been infiltrated, and to calm the nerves of its members, Albus was going to meet with each one to manage a questioning of sorts. Auror Longbottom had used the word 'interrogation' but until he could find answers, Albus was going to believe in the group he had put together. While he wasn't naive, he did know how easily people could be corrupted, he had faith in the members of the Order, knowing that they had all always shown great strength when it came to making choices between right and wrong.

He sent out a patronus to one member at a time, not wanting to create a crowd in the house for that would only cause to build more tension. Dumbledore knew that the war did not seem to be turning in their favor, but while he was a man who loved to find answers, he always had a faith that would allow him to do so. He sat in the kitchen area, going over some final reports that his professors had finished while he waited for the next Order member to arrive.

The tentative footsteps approached the table and Dumbledore kept his head bowed for a moment before lifting his gaze up to meet the next Order member.

"Have a seat. Would you like a lemon drop?" He pushed the candy dish across the table.

OOC: OKAY! If you guys don't know, some of the Order's secrets have been leaked. Liz had helped set up a secret entrance into Diagon Alley behind the ice cream parlor, but during the attack Frank found that death eaters were waltzing through it.

This thread is meant to be a narrative of sorts for the individual Order members, and to move the traitor plots along. The post doesn't have to be epically long or anything of course! If your character has no idea what's going on, just have them say that---its meant for the Order to voice their frustrations with how the war is going and how they feel about being in the Order.

We really want everyone to try and get something said here, because this is a big turning point in the game! The Order is now legit scared about being betrayed. If you want some ideas about what Dumbledore might ask your character(s), don't be afraid to ask me! But really--he's just trying to slyly get information, and if he has his doubts (he IS concerned about Remus, so if your character has any relationship with him, you could use that) about anything you should bring that up. And, it's easy enough to make it seem like your character IS the traitor too, by leaving information out or however else you deem fit. He'll be trying to egg people on too, to get them to say that maybe yeah, they have mentioned things in the past etc. etc.

WHATEVER you guys are smart, have fun with this! Except not because this is sad D;



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[info]misterprongs
2010-06-14 12:40 pm UTC (link)
He'd been sitting in the chair across from Dumbledore for nearly fifteen minutes now, without saying a word. He had just apparated into the house, approached the chair, sat down and that was it. His elbow was digging hard into the table and his chin rested in his hand, his palm covering his mouth as his fingers rapped on his cheek. James didn't want to do this, because if he admitted to himself that there was indeed a traitor amongst their midst, it was the end of the world as he knew it.

How? Who? Maybe it was an accident, people made mistakes. Information that you didn't deem important could have been slipped into a conversation and been overheard! That didn't mean that someone was giving away their secrets. But it didn't help the growing anxiety everyone in the Order had. The death eaters were attacking them from left and right--the newest members had their names and identities found out not even a year after they'd joined. Children were being attacked, Ralph and Miranda had lost their baby because of his involvement with the Order, it...things weren't going to get better.

He and Lily have moved six times in the past two year because death eaters kept finding their location. Were they searching that hard for them, or was someone slipping them information? Did someone that James trusted with his life and that of his family's actually give them up to Voldemort? Or was this just the bloody prophecy trying to make itself happen?

"James," Dumbledore finally said, and James finally looked up from the hole he had been glaring into the table. The headmaster looked weary. "I do not believe that you would risk putting your family in danger, but you must have your concerns."

"I trust them all with my life," James said immediately, looking back down. Did Dumbledore actually think he had names to give him? Someone whose actions were concerning him. "There is not one person in the Order that I don't trust, Professor, I can assure you that no one---"

"Someone is," Dumbledore interrupted. James felt his jaw clench and his mouth pressed into a thin line. They were silent again for a few minutes, and James' mind had almost drifted back into his dark reverie when Dumbledore broke it, "Mister. Lupin did not respond to his patronus."

The slow glare that lifted from James' eyes contained such venom that he was sure that the headmaster was going to keel over in his chair. Was he insinuating that Remus---That there was something to be concerned about with Remus, with Moony? After all that the Marauders had gone through, Dumbledore could believe, even for a second that Remus Lupin could betray them? Him? "I don't want to hear another word about Remus."

James felt guilty for only a second for spatting the demand at Dumbledore. His best friend's name should not be thrown into the discussion of a traitor. Remus was--he had been distant, but he had just lost his job, and with the pounding down on werewolves by the ministry it made sense that he----James' frown deepened his crossed arms tightened around his chest. What the hell was going on?

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[info]edgars
2010-06-16 04:37 pm UTC (link)
"Why are we sitting here?" Edgar lashed out, pushing his chair away from the table. He let out a frustrated grunt, crossing his arms tightly. "It's fucking bullshit, and you know it, Dumbledore, we've got cauldrons of veritaserum bubbling downstairs, and we're sitting here talking?"

"You know just as well as I do that veritaserum is not one-hundred percent accurate," Dumbledore stated calmly, the antithesis to Edgar's seething form.

"So spike the bloody pumpkin juice! Black and Potter were doing it to each other the other day!" Edgar shut his mouth, realizing he probably shouldn't be ratting out his fellow Order members if he wanted to keep some sort of solidarity. He refrained from admitting that he was the one asking the highly embarrassing (but very amusing) questions to the two men, and continued with his tirade, "If we've got a spy then I want them---tar and feathered, memory wiped, tied up down in the basement so we can---interrogate them and---"

"You know it's not that easy, Edgar," Dumbledore started, but Edgar refused to listen.

"Damn right it is, Dumbledore!" he shouted, standing, "Are you kidding me? Are you---what if this spy's just gotten messy, and---he could've been here since the beginning! Since---maybe that's how Travers knew Marlie would be home! Or----" Edgar shook his head, "Maybe Dorcas wasn't just because of Dearborn, maybe----someone could have---the Prewetts, they could've tipped them---"

He dropped down to his seat again, putting his face in his hands. Edgar felt like he could either blow up from frustration or pass out from stress. Things had just started going well, really well. For--him and Gillian, at least. They were running the Three Broomsticks, Emilie was perfect, Rosie was in production---this couldn't happen. The Order couldn't be betrayed now.

"I've got a wife and a kid, Dumbledore," Edgar muttered, "And--Gilly's pregnant, we've got---we can't have a fucking spy. We can't. We have to get him." Edgar looked up between his fingers before letting out a breath, "I've already lost my parents, my--sister lost her husband, I can't, I can't just sit here." Edgar let out a shaky breath, rubbing his hand over his face.

"We can't just talk, we have to do."

But what could they do? Whoever it was knew everything. They were fucked, they were all absolutely and totally fucked.

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[info]aberfort
2010-06-16 06:37 pm UTC (link)
"You know the sort I deal with, Albus," Abe said sternly after explaining specifically where his brother could insert a lemon drop if he felt so inclined. "The lot of them would sell out one another for a firewhiskey and a good meal. Half of them wouldn't require the meal."

They simply stared at one another briefly. Aberforth didn't need the questions to be asked. He knew how Albus's mind worked, and what exactly the even look he was receiving meant. Albus was looking for answers. Things that shouldn't be told had been told, Abe had known that much before he'd arrived. Unfortunately, he didn't have much to tell and he was too thick to fall for his brother's tricks with words.

"Of course, I have heard rumors, but I'd soon believe a goat's tale as I would one of my dunderhead regulars." He shook his head, his expression guarded. "There's nothing, Albus. Nothing. You know I would come to the Order with anything suspicious as soon as it left the idiot's lips."

Still refusing to sit, Abe expression went thin and he nodded, looking to Albus for any other questions or speculations. He was ready to leave.

"Remaining on the fence will not help out cause, Aberforth."

Abe's eyes flashed behind his spectacles, but he kept his tongue. He'd said his piece. He was forcing himself to not dig into his brother for the downward spiral their fight was taking, which Abe blamed on Albus for allowing such young wizards into their ranks. It was a topic they would never agree upon. It was better left unsaid.

"As I said, Albus, if I hear anything -- anything that would be of interest to you, you will hear it from me." Abe's hand went to the door handle. "As for the fence, I am in the business of debauchery not betrayal," he added gruffly. "You know where I stand. You've always known. We are not as different as you or I may think."

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[info]mistermoony
2010-06-16 08:14 pm UTC (link)
Upon receiving Dumbledore's patronus, Remus immediately dismissed it with a quick cut of his wand. He had no time for dealing with things like that, not to mention if anyone here saw he was in contact with the outside world, let alone through a patronus, then his whole cover would be blown. A few quick glances over his back proved that no one else had seen the message. Taking a deep breath, he attempted to calm his thoughts. The full moon was approaching, leaving fewer and fewer hours of subdued thought. Remus at least knew this: taking time for an impromptu chat with Dumbledore would not make it on the short list of things to do. Or even the long list, for that matter. Concerning the war, there were other things Remus could attend to.

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[info]ralphed
2010-06-16 09:30 pm UTC (link)
Ralph crossed his arms over his chest, feeling sour despite declining a candy. To him, it was pretty obvious that he wasn't the traitor everyone was whispering about. What could he possibly--- it wasn't like he was smart like everyone else. He wasn't intelligent like Emmeline, or James or Frank, it just wasn't--- possible! Just thinking about the concept of being a traitor made his head hurt, so how in the world would he be able to pull that off? He wasn't malevolent, he definitely did not look to--- to-- kill people and!

For fuck's sake, he was only nineteen! Nineteen! He hadn't even finished school yet! His muggle friends barely lived on their own, and here he was--- contemplating death and betrayal all before being alive for two decades! This was insanity, pure insanity, how could you live like this? A teenager! That was what he was. A teenager. And to be contemplating disloyalty to this degree---

"I'm only nineteen!" Ralph blurted finally, feeling more like a child than ever. He immediately sunk back into his chair after he spoke, feeling more and more like Dumbledore was his father rather than his advisor. It was a strange feeling on the table, nothing like Frank had described would feel like. Masked interrogating, or whatever it was-- it really just felt like Ralph was awkwardly being sized up.

The older man nodded slowly, taking a deep breath has he looked at Ralph. "Yes. You are younger than some other members," Dumbledore agreed. His fingers tapped against each other in a contemplative manner. "Though considerably suffered just as much, if not more."

Unable to control himself, Ralph took in a quick breath of air. That wasn't something he had been prepared for. His body slowly began to clam up, and it took a while for Ralph to even respond. "I don't know much about what's going on about--- secrets being leaked or anything like that. But--- but I do know that all I want is Miranda safe. I don't have many muggle friends, and the Order has become my only contact with the Wizarding World, so-- so-- yeah."

As Dumbledore nodded slowly, Ralph redirected his gaze to the ground. For all of Alice's lessons concerning things like this, he really hadn't felt that prepared and sort of torn from the inside out.

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[info]__frankish
2010-06-17 12:46 am UTC (link)
Frank wanted to believe that this situation was nothing but that: a situation. A simple spill, slip up of information that was overheard by one of the many ears Voldemort had around the country. It was very easy for that to happen, especially since they didn't have someone like Dearborn to keep rumors in check. Even the smallest amount of information can be assumed, and it would be foolish to think that the death eaters weren't as smart as any of them.

However, Frank realized it was too easy to assume the better-- so he would assume for the worst. Or in the this case, the more logical explanation. Especially in these times, it would be foolish to brush off a breach of secrecy as a pure mistake. That kind of assumption could lead to innocent death. So, for the time being, Frank would treat this situation as any other case he received from the department. At the very least his training had taught him to take personal emotion out of the equation completely.

As much as the word 'traitor' left a sour taste in his mouth to say, but that didn't exactly made it hard to speak out loud. There were many words like that at the tip of his tongue, but he refrained from speaking them to Dumbledore. "What do you plan to do if we are faced with a traitor situation?" Frank spoke quickly as he paced back and forth behind his chair. This conversation had quickly turned into Frank asking the questions, and Dumbledore responding, but more than likely that was about to change.

"I will address that if the time comes," Dumbledore spoke softly, watching Frank walk back and forth intently.

Frank let out a tense snort, obviously not pleased with that answer. They needed to be more aggressive, more intrusive-- nothing could be worse at this point than the possibility of another death eater/order relation. This needed to be taken care of immediately, with much more force and--

"May I ask why you are so quick to judge your peers?" The older man looked expectantly, and suddenly Frank had never felt such the need to defend himself.

His neck snapped to Dumbledore quickly. "I'm not-- I'm trying to keep everyone safe, that's my job," Frank sped, his feet stuck as he spoke. "And if someone really is jeopardizing everyone like this, then they are certainly not--- anything to me." Resisting Voldemort was something he had done time and time again, and for anyone else to be weaker and give in was just-- unacceptable. It was simply unacceptable.

"And if that isn't the case?"

"Then at least the appropriate precautions are taking place," Frank continued, his tone harsh and not one that was very proper to speaking to your elder.

"You have obviously thought about this," Dumbledore began, nodding his head slowly. Frank made no response, unsure whether he liked where this was going. "So I have to ask--- is there anyone you are particularly concerned about?"

At that moment, Frank felt his mind go blank. Up until now, he had been unable to make it very impersonal, just spitting out all the steps necessary to attack this problem. But now asked to put a name to a face... that was difficult.

"Not yet, no."

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[info]missusprongs
2010-06-17 03:18 am UTC (link)
It was not uncommon to witness her husband Apparate into the house with a silent, troubled demeanor these days. Not with all of the---absolute clusterfuck of everything terrible that had been hovering around them like a stormcloud for the past several years. It seemed like they had done nothing more than be stalked by Death Eaters or be on the run from Death Eaters or be attacked by Death Eaters for the longest time, but especially within the past several months. There was never a moment where there wasn't something to worry about. But there was something different to the way James had carried himself back into the house this time that told Lily that the reason she was sitting there in front of Dumbledore was no run-of-the-mill security check to make certain of the closed-lipness of the members.

Even then, she wasn't expecting that.

"You can't be serious, Professor!" Eyes wide, she felt her grip on the arms of the chair tighten and without looking could tell that her knuckles had turned a stark white. But it wasn't anger that colored Lily's expression... it was bewilderment, an entire lack of comprehension. "Remus would never--There has to be an explanation for not answering his Patronus, because a claim that he would--" she stopped, unable to say the word in reference to such a dear friend "--the Order is absolutely ridiculous!"

Deathly serious, Dumbledore held a hand up, and as if she were still a naive first year sitting across from her Headmaster, Lily's mouth closed instantly. Reluctantly.

Seeing her sit back, Dumbledore heaved a weary sigh. "I expected this from James, but I plead you to be rational, Lily. My suspicions are valid and it is direly important that one of you consider them." She opened her mouth again to protest, but found herself unable to come up with a retort to prove him wrong.

It was a bad situation. A traitor so close---she still couldn't bring herself to believe that the kind, calm Remus Lupin could ever utter a secret that would hurt anyone in the Order, especially not to Voldemort, but the guilty 'what-if' stung. Maybe not Remus, but what if there was some traitor that knew all there was to know about them? About she and James? About Harry? What if there was a very simple reason for why they kept being found, no matter where they went--that someone whom they had allowed to know even the most confidential aspects of their lives was giving them up?

As guilty as she felt for even listening to the option that Remus was a suspect, she felt more guilty for so quickly retaliating when she thought of her son at home. No matter what, her deepest loyalty had to lay with the defenseless baby that was counting on her to make sure he survived long enough to put an end to this war. Pursing her lips, Lily let out a quiet breath. Her voice wavered, as if the words were physically painful to speak. "I will be vigilant."

Dumbledore nodded and Lily sensed the conversation was over. She stood to leave, but stopped at the door, pausing before turning back, a tightness in her chest. "But I refuse to jump to conclusions. I put my entire faith in all of our friends until the very end. Especially him." If they couldn't trust those like Remus... Sirius, Peter... who was there left to believe in?

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[info]advancingly
2010-06-17 12:56 pm UTC (link)
Emmeline hadn't had many sit down sessions with Headmaster Dumbledore. The first time she had been in his office was when he informed herself, Alice, Sirius, and Lily about the bodies the aurors had found, that they had believed to be Frank and James'. Emmeline remembered the angry, nearly violent scene put on and could barely recognize herself. She was nothing like she was...four years ago? Almost...that had been the winter of 1977, going into...the thought of having been in the Order for that long made Emmeline's eyes widen, losing the focus she had put on the candy dish on the table.

Almost four years. She had been fighting for the Order for almost four years. That was longer than most people did anything. She hadn't held a career for that long, or a relationship---Emmeline had done nothing in her life for as long as she had been in the Order, outside of going to Hogwarts to be able to learn the skills needed to fight for the Order. Nearly a fifth of her life had been dedicated to the Order of the Phoenix, and what had it done for her? Her best friends had left the country, her flat's been destroyed, and the love of her life was killed before she grew the nerve to actually tell him that she loved him.

Maybe it was all her fault. She was too scared to leave the Order, but it was the Order that brought all these problems to her. Caradoc would never had to chose between her and the death eaters, Juliet wouldn't have had a reason to flee the country, she wouldn't have to walk on eggshells in Anneliese's home because she would have no idea about her husband's allegiances...life would be completely different, and she wouldn't be the absolute mess that she currently was, and would be for the rest of her life. The Order was her life, now, and Emmeline guessed that the realization of this, as she sat in front of Dumbledore, was what caused her to break into tears.

She felt like an idiot for crying, but she couldn't stop herself. She was sitting here, trying to think that someone in their numbers was actually passing information to the death eaters! People were probably skeptical of her because she'd kept Caradoc's secret for so long, so she wouldn't be surprised if she was a suspect in someone's mind, and...Emmeline would never betray the Order, no matter how much she wished to leave it and never be bothered by it again. She had been taken and they had tried to force information out of her before, but they hadn't been able to. She refused, she---how could someone do this to them?

"I need to ask you about a piece of your past that you might not be comfortable with discussing," the headmaster said. Emmeline looked up, wondering if he believed there would be something she was comfortable discussing right now. But, she gulped and nodded, trying to rid her face of the streaks of tears on her cheeks.

"Whatever can help," she said, voice cracking. Emmeline couldn't fight anymore, not like this.

"I need you to tell me if any of Mister. Dearborn's confidantes have approached you, or you've seen more than usual." Emmeline felt her face twist and her stomach clenched; they still thought Caradoc's run in the Order was affecting them and their security. Her shoulders tightened and Emmeline wondered if she could bring herself to say anything, when Dumbledore continued, "And I wish to discuss your relationship with Mister. Lupin."

Emmeline blanched. Remus? She should probably be offended, but then it occurred to her that she had a much different point of view on these two men than many people did. Did he want her to delve into her relationships to find evidence of...treachery? Emmeline still had a sore spot when it came to the way Remus had broken things off with her, and she would defend Caradoc until the day she died, but...

"I...I'll try..." She finally accepted her role.

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[info]alongday
2010-06-17 11:28 pm UTC (link)
Alice unfurled the roll of parchment in her hands and flattened it on the table in front of her. She didn't want to look Dumbledore in the eyes because she felt ashamed, but in her shame she knew that she was doing the right thing. She was an auror through and through, first before any other title in her life, and her friendships with the other Order members was no exception.

She folded her hands on top of the table and kept her head duck as Dumbledore pulled the parchment toward him, picking it up to read the list of names she had pulled and taken notes on. Alice twisted her tongue in her mouth, wondering if any of this meeting was going to be shared with the other members, but she had a strong feeling that Dumbledore would keep whatever went on a cleanly sealed secret.

"Are these in any particular order?" he asked, putting the parchment back down onto the table. Alice nodded, looking toward the sink. "Most likely to least?"

She nodded again and pulled her gaze back to him. Alice really wished that she hadn't been asked to do this, or to get involved. She always tried to keep her personal life out of her work life, even when it came to Frank. They both had refused to go on missions with each other in case emotions got in the way, and it had worked out well for them. Now Alic was forced to look at some of her best friends as traitors and betrayers, wondering if they were susceptible to Voldemort's ways.

"Sirius Black is your number one suspect?"

Alice bit her tongue, but nodded. She hated how that sounded, and it wasn't as if she truly believed that Sirius would ever betray his friends, it was just that. Alice sat up straighter, "Not a suspect, Professor, I just believe that since he was the last of us that had a direct, long-term encounter with death eaters that there's a greater chance that he could still be under some sort of control. I know it was two years ago, but no one else has come close to that sort of time."

"Yes, you have a valid argument, Alice," Professor Dumbledore said, his eyes scanning the list once again. "You also have Peter Pettigrew rather high, over my brother."

"He's weak," Alice stated flatly, forcing herself not to feel guilty, "He'd be the easiest to turn." Not that she believed the death eaters would have any interest in Peter, or that he would manage to withhold such a secret, but when she had profiled each of the Order members, that was what she came up with.

"And what of Remus Lupin? He's lower than both Sirius and Peter, even below my brother, which I do, at times, agree with your findings." Dumbledore blinked at her, and Alice shrugged.

"I watched Remus ignore and allow James and Sirius get away with--nearly murder, really, at Hogwarts." Alice pushed her hair back, "Peter did nothing but follow those two around, but Remus...he protected them. He doesn't fit the profile, to me at least."

Alice managed to keep eye contact with Dumbledore, and felt a swell of pride when he nodded slightly. She could be wrong, she could be entirely, and deadly wrong, but she had come into this meeting to shed some light on the situation that Dumbledore could not completely control. He didn't see the other Order members nearly every day, or have spent seven years with them at Hogwarts, in the confines of the common room. Alice hoped that she helped somewhat, and let out a breath as she started to explain the rest of her list.

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[info]benwicky
2010-06-19 07:38 am UTC (link)
"Glad for you to finally join me, Mister Fenwick."

Ben had to force himself not to cringe at the Headmaster's thoughtful, borderline-suspicious tone. Keeping his eyes to the floor, he sat down in the chair across from Dumbledore and folded his hands in his lap. "I came as soon as I could," he muttered gruffly.

He had suspected something like this to happen, of course. He just had no idea when, or that it would be this soon. But the sooner the better, of course. Despite the faithful, naive words that he'd caught some of the other Order members spouting about how they'd never betray one another, how there was no one in the Order that they didn't trust with their lives, Ben knew there was a traitor. It was impossible for them, as careful as they were, to be foiled and have their secrets uncovered so many times without someone on the inside feeding information to their enemies. And that's just how the world was these days--you didn't know whose allegiances were with whom and... there were a lot of people in the Order now, or who at least knew about it. That was a lot of room for error to be made in judging faith of the members. At least one of them was certainly not on their side. He loved his friends, but he was not stupid.

"I can tell that you have thought about this." Dumbledore's voice shook Ben from his thoughts and he looked up finally to see the wizened old man peeking at him expectantly from under half-moon spectacles. He shouldn't have been surprised that Albus Dumbledore of all people could tell something like that. "You have your suspicions, don't you?"

Ben nodded. From the look on Dumbledore's face, he seemed to have been expecting to wait for him to spit it out, but Ben delivered quickly. "Sirius. And Peter." Something said that he should have felt guilty just giving names up like that, but he couldn't bring himself to care about such a stupid thing as guilt. It was his honest opinion--and if one of them really was giving out information, then there was no guilt to be had anyway. This was for the Order's protection, not for the sake of friendships. "There may be multiple sources, but we know one of them has got to be close to the Potters. Out of all of us, they've been targeted the most frequently and found the most easily."

He took a deep breath before looking Dumbledore straight in the face. "I basically grew up with them, I lived with them for seven years. Sirius has the ties straight back to the Death Eaters through his family. Peter---Peter's the easiest to corrupt and control. If it's not one of them, it's both."

Dumbledore nodded gravely and his quill flicked across his parchment, writing words invisible from across the table. After a moment of thought, he spoke again, a curious tone. "You don't mention Mister Lupin, however...?"

The answer again was instant. As strongly as Ben believed that Sirius or Peter could be the traitor, he believed that it was not Remus. "Remus is among the few people in the Order I believe is incapable of betraying it. It's not Remus," Ben returned definitively.

Silence tensely reigned for several minutes before Dumbledore let out a breath and broke eye contact, returning to his papers. "I see. Thank you, Mister Fenwick."

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