Traitor, traitor.

Chapter 18 ~ Following Leads.

Harry's POV ~

Hermione had shrieked when he had told her the news and then proceeded to tell him to speak to Ron and she would do everything she could.

And so he had taken her advice and went to speak to Ron. At least I'm getting my steps in, he thought drily. 

By the time he got to Ron's desk, he saw that almost everyone else had left for the day. He promptly sat down at Ron's desk and just stared until the ginger git finally looked up and noticed him sitting there.

"Harry! How are you mate? What's happening?" Harry grinned at him. "Not good if I'm honest. Draco's missing and I need to know if you saw him when he was leaving yesterday? He left around early evening. Nothing more specific than that I'm afraid." Ron nodded looking thoughtful. "Well, I think I saw him leave yesterday. He walked into the lift and that new kid you know Charlie Willings? Yeah, he followed him into the lift. He looked really intense actually. Gave me the heebie-geebies a little bit you know? Never really liked the kid if I'm honest. Always freaked me out a little bit, to be completely honest with you."

Harry nodded but was shocked. "Yeah, thanks mate. I know what you mean. Reminds me of Percy a little bit, to be honest." He said standing up. "Hey, that's my brother you git!" Ron smiled throwing a paper ball at him. Harry caught it with his seeker reflexes and grinned at Ron. "See ya!" He waved and almost ran away. Ron shook his head and got back to work muttering, "Lovesick prick."

Harry basically bounded down the corridors trying to remember where Willings desk was. He wasn't important enough to have an office so he was on one of the desks shoved in the communal office. Harry slowed himself down and smoothed down the front of his robes. 

Opening the door of the community office he immediately saw Willings sitting at a desk, doing absolutely nothing. It was fair enough, working hours were over. "Willings!" He called out and the kid's head popped straight up. "Sir!" He replied, "How can I help you?"

Harry stood at his desk and prepared himself. "Willings, you need to be completely honest with me here okay?" He nodded looking petrified. "When you saw Healer Malfoy yesterday, where did he go." 

Willings looked even more petrified but cleared his throat and attempted to stop fidgeting. "Well, I uh- He just walked out into the atrium and went home you know? Where else would he have gone?" He laughed and then stopped seeing Harry's face.

"And where did you go, Willings?" Charlie fidgeted in his seat and looked at the floor. "Well, I, I went down to the courtrooms, there was a case I worked on and I wanted to see what was happening, yeah, that's it." Harry nodded thoughtfully. "Hm, Okay. Thank you, Willings. Why don't you go home?" Willings nodded and started packing up his stuff. 

Harry strode purposefully out of the room and into the hallway before ducking around a corner. He had a very bad feeling about Charlie Willings. He remembered suddenly his invisibility cloak in his office and smiled. "Accio Invisibility cloak." He muttered and the cloak zipped into his hand.

He had barely got it to cover his feet when Willings strode out of the room looking extremely shifty. He walked quickly, head down to the ground. Harry followed quietly, only stubbing his foot once. 

they got into one of the gilded lifts, but instead of pressing the button to the main atrium, which is where he would need to go home, Willings pressed the button right at the bottom, which would take them to the unused Death Eater prison cells, which had been built directly after the war to keep any prisoners in. They had been deserted for about seven years, the majority of those who had escaped having already died or been captured by Harry, Ron and Hermione in the years since. 

The lift jolted when they reached the bottom and Willings strolled out.

Harry had no choice but to follow him.

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