When the Roses Bloom Again by TheBlack'sResurgence

Chapter 59

In No-Man's-Land

Navigating the trenches in her animagus form was difficult at best. The terrain was uneven, there were pools of water to contest with, and with so many people crammed into such a narrow space, being trodden on was a real danger.

Nonetheless, Eleanor Summerbee was determined to find the spy The Serpent was convinced hid amongst them. He had set her free from the miserable prison she'd been residing in, and anything that would help bring Grindelwald's regime to an end, she was all for.

Her own home was currently under his control after the invasion of him and his men, and Eleanor wanted it back for the Bulgarians who, as far as she was aware, were still resisting the hold Grindelwald had on the country.

She couldn't allow that to happen, and though Harry Evans was the one that had captured her, from what she had seen of the man, he was her best chance to see her people free once more.

For that to be, however, she needed to help him, and she would do so gladly.

Thus far, little had been gleaned from her efforts.

It was too dangerous to move about the trenches during the day so Eleanor would do so at night and pick a spot that she could listen in. The next evening, the process would be repeated.

It was arduous work, and she was beginning to doubt that she would be able to identify the spy, but she would persevere for as long as she could.

If there was indeed a spy in the trenches, that one person could be the difference between life and death for many, and even victory and defeat in the war overall.

(Break)

"Are you out of your mind, Evans?" the Portuguese questioned in disbelief. "You can't just decide to meet with the enemy and have a conversation."

The other commanders nodded their agreement, but Harry would not be swayed by them, nor by Fox who glared at him from the other side of the room.

"I wasn't asking permission," he replied simply from his chair, "I was informing you that it is happening."

Abreo said nothing as he watched the exchange, his expression one of curiosity.

"You don't get to make that kind of decision," the Spaniard in the room growled, reiterating the point of his Portuguese counterpart. "What gives you that right?"

"What give you the right to try and tell me what to do?" Harry returned irritably. "There is only one man that can do that, and that isn't you, or even you," he added to the Portuguese man.

"He thinks he has a pair of balls," the Spaniard muttered in his mother tongue.

"And you seem to have left yours at home," Harry fired back irritably. "If you want to insult me, do it openly or don't bother doing it at all."

"Gentlemen, please, we are on the same side," Abreo interjected before the Spaniard could respond.

"The boy has acted out of turn," Fox cut in.