The Prewett Girl

The Change

That night I walk into Grimmauld Place fully ready to be ambushed. We wait for Molly to ward the door (the Weasleys plus Hermione are staying in this mess as a safe house since they're the biggest blood-traitor family around) and then turn to Dumbledore.

"So, Miss Prewett, how did your examination go?" Dumbledore asks.

"Very well. The connection is closed for good." I say, shocking them. I quirk my eyebrows and smirk. "We also went to the hall of prophecies afterwards to destroy Harry's prophecy. There's no need to guard it now."

"Why would you do that?" Molly asks.

"The only people who need to know what it says is Harry and-because he's his guardian-Siri. Harry is fine, the prophecy is gone, the connection is closed for good, but a new problem has come up." I state.

"Do grace us with your wisdom." Snape says. I send him a dirty look before continuing.

"When looking into what Harry's scar could potentially be it brought up questions of how Voldemort survived in the first place. My coworkers and I have reason to believe he had made horcruxes." I say. This statement is greeted by silence.

"That is not something to joke about, Prewett." Snape hisses.

"It's a good thing I'm not joking then." I say.

"There was something in Harry, wasn't there?" Dumbledore asks.

"I'm sorry, headmaster, but my head of the department labeled this a need to know only case."

"And we need to know." Tonks says.

"'Need to know' as in only those there can know about it, Miss Tonks." Dumbledore says. I say nothing and keep my face clear of emotions. "Yes, I believe Voldemort made horcruxes before young Harry had defeated him."

"And you didn't think to share this with us?" McGonagall demands.

"I believe two to now be destroyed, leaving five more."

"What were the ones that were destroyed?" Remus asks. I raise an eyebrow at Dumbledore, daring him to admit he was going to raise Harry like a pig for slaughter.

"The diary that had possessed Miss Weasley in her first year and Harry himself." Dumbledore says.

"Was it a horcrux, Andrea?" Molly whispers. I just take a bite of the snacks she's provided.

"Need to know, mum. She's honor bound as an Unspeakable to neither conform nor deny everything." Bill says.

"But Harry's not one now though right?" Molly asks. I take a sip of my tea in response.

"She can't tell you, Molly. Before you ask, I can't tell you either. All you need to know is that Harry is safe and feels better than he has in ages." Sirius says. Everyone looks between the two of us. I take a bite of another snack in response.

"Oh! We're getting not getting anything out of this one! She's useless!" Mundungus exclaims.

"Oi! Watch it, swindler. Just because I can make an honest living and have the brains to do so with the morals to keep said job in question doesn't mean I'm useless." I say.

"Yikes." Brooks says from across from me.

"You're going on about morals, you started a cult in your first year!"

"False. I started a coven. And my mother did the same thing just with one less person."

"It's bad luck to form covens. The fact that her coven is dead should be enough proof of that for you." Mundungus says and my eyes narrow dangerously.

"That is more than enough. Prewett has been a tremendous help, covens aren't bad luck or illegal, and you are very far over the line, Mundungus." Mad-Eye says. He then turns to Dumbledore. "What could the other horcruxes be?"

"Something that would represent the part of Voldemort he is proud of. I believe there is Slytherin's locket, Hufflepuff's cup, Ravenclaw's diadem, a family ring from his mother's side, and his snake which he made to regain his body."

"I'm sorry, seven?" Bill asks in shock.

"And Ravenclaw's diadem has been lost for years." Kingsley says.

"It had last been tracked to Albania." Dumbledore says.

"Where our dearest psychopath was hiding out for the last thirteen years." Brooks says in exasperation.

"Indeed."

"And we have no idea where to start?" McGonagall asks.

"Not a one." Dumbledore says. I sincerely doubt that but I choose not to say anything.

I decide to stay for dinner after the meeting, so I get up and help Molly with dinner.

"I'm proud of you, you know." She says. I look at her in confusion. "As much as it bothers me, you kept to the rules of something being on a need to know basis all while helping Harry."

"Harry's like my little brother. Of course I'd help him, just like I've helped Ron." I say and then recoil and the state some of the kitchen is in.

"Yes, this place is in desperate need of cleaning. I don't know what that elf has been up to all this time. I've been using the children to help."

"Might I suggest splitting them into groups: Hermione and Ginny, George and Ron, and Fred and Harry; those specific groups, do not put Fred with Ronald?" I suggest.

"Why shouldn't Fred be with Ron?"

"Fred is very much like me. I love Fred but he's the mean twin."

"Andrea Prewett!"

"What? He is! He turned Ron's favorite teddy into a spider causing Ron to have a phobia he has to this day, gave him an acid pop as a toddler, and almost made an Unbreakable Vow with Ron when Ron was much too young to truly understand the consequences of it. Fred is the mean twin." I list off, hitting Molly with the truth.

"You said he's a lot like you."

"You didn't think all the trouble they got into as kids were their ideas did you? No. George took more convincing while Fred agreed immediately." I say and she shakes her head. "If you split up the Golden Trio and the Terrible Two things will most likely get done faster. Oh! And don't put Fred and Hermione together."

"Why not this time?"

"One, that means Ginny's with Harry and she's still crazy for him even if she doesn't act it anymore. Two, Fred and Hermione have been casually flirting for months now if not secretly dating, I haven't figured out which."

"How do you know all this?"

"I know my cousins and I'm really nosy." I say and she chuckles.

"That you are. Your idea definitely has its merits. I'll start it tomorrow." She says, nodding her head with finality.