Finding Color

Part Three

"There isn't, Molly. He's got all his Death Eater scum locked away somewhere and is still managing to control the Ministry, Hogwarts, and just about the entirety of Wizarding Britain from his hiding spot."

"We can't get anyone to infiltrate?" Charlie asked as he leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees. "Ron, you don't have any Slytherin friends who you could ask for help?"

Ron snorted. "Of course not. They're scum. Why would I make friends with them?"

The conversation continued on, circling around the same problems, all of which could be solved with a spy inside Voldemort's inner circle. Ginny sat in her seat, squished on the couch between her mother and Professor McGonagall, and thought about Draco Malfoy.

His grey eyes still burned in her memory as they had searched her out on the train platform one last time, but he had disappeared after that. She hadn't gotten any correspondence from him at all and the Order hadn't heard anything about the young Malfoy. He had simply vanished.

And now the Order needed someone inside Voldemort's inner circle, right where Draco was. She wondered if he remembered her words about spying and fighting back against Voldemort. She certainly remembered his about the probability of his death if he tried.

Yet, one thing stood out in her mind from their conversation. "The only way neither of us would be dead would be if I were an Order member or if you were a Death Eater." He laughed. "If I joined the Order, Voldemort would still kill us both. If you joined the Death Eaters, your family would abandon you."

Draco was clearly not about to join the Order and in the weeks since she had last seen him, he had certainly not stooped to spying. But she could become a Death Eater, couldn't she? And if her family knew about it, they certainly wouldn't abandon her. Of course, that was only if they allowed her to do it in the first place. This would take some delicacy.

"What if," Ginny began, breaking through the argument between Bill and Mad-Eye about capturing and interrogating any possible known Death Eater for information.

"What if I told you that I might have a way to get you that information you needed?" she continued once everyone's eyes were on her. She didn't look up from her hands so they wouldn't notice that her eyes were closed as she spoke.

"I would wonder why you haven't told us this before," Moody snapped.

"Because I would have to leave," Ginny said and her mum gasped out a "no". "I would have to go and speak with him, face to face, and I probably wouldn't be able to return home until this war was over."

"Absolutely not!" Molly snapped.

"This is the chance we need!" Moody snapped. "We could finally win this war if we got this information."

"Molly," Arthur added in a pained voice as he looked at his daughter's bowed head and clasped hands. "Ginny is a perfectly capable witch and she didn't say anything about her being hurt. If she can get us this information we can end the war quickly and bring her back home."

"I don't like it!" Molly snapped.

"You don't have to like it," McGonagall chimed in. "Like Arthur and Alastor said, if she can get us the information, then we should let her go."

None of the Weasley's were happy about this idea. Ginny could see their magic angrily swirling in their bodies.

"Can you do this and get us the information we need without killing yourself?" Lupin spoke up for the first time this meeting. Sitting next to him was Tonks who was nodding in agreement.

"I can," Ginny said with absolute conviction in her voice.

"Then do it," Lupin replied.

"No!" Molly wailed, but Ginny ignored her and stood from her seat.