Eleanor hadn't realized that the funeral had been over with until she began to notice that the seats around her were emptied.

Hazed memories seemed to replace reality so easily, she felt a great guilt for not reminiscing the moments she had last with the headmaster - but instead she thought about the man she loved, the man who broke her heart.

He was all she could think about.

Severus; a Death Eater, her Severus.

Eleanor was mad; vivid and distraught that he was someone so different than the man she made him out to be. He was the same as the ones who were out to kill her nephew, just the same as the ones who were involved in her brothers death - the entire time he was on their side.

But even after all of that, she also missed him more than anything.

"Hey, little El." Remus slowly approached her side, dressed in a worn-out suit, the same one he had worn to James' funeral. It suprised him most that it had still fit.

Eleanor didn't need to look up at him to know that he was giving her a small sympathetic smile. "I just wanted to check on you." He says.

Her lips pursed into a thin line, shaking her head. "It doesn't feel right." Eleanor whispers outloud, looking down at Albus' white tomb as Remus listens and now sits beside her, "Nothing feels right anymore..."

He took a moment of silence before responding. "I know... you were close with him." Remus confesses carefully and even though they weren't standing far from the headmaster's grave, Eleanor knew he was talking about Severus.

Finally flicking her eyes up to meet Remus' gentle ones, she gave him a remorseful expression.

"I'm just..." Remus hesitated, running his long fingers over his stubbled jaw while he thought about it, "I guess I'm not quite sure how this happened... after Harry explained to me what he saw..."

She pushed back the tears that wanted to roll down her cheek at the memory of Harry yelling that Severus was responsible for murdering Albus Dumbledore.

And she didn't want to believe it.

"I just think that there must have been a misunderstanding." He finished explaining with honesty, "Severus and I, we might have never been leveled with eachother, but he really cared about you... and I don't believe that he would do anything to purposely hurt you or anyone else."

Averted her gaze down to the ground beneath their feet, she nodded.

Remus watched her reaction intently, placing a hand on her back to trace soothing patterns.

He could tell that she was lost and he understood why.

Remus use to really dislike Severus, but that was before last Christmas, before the Weasley's house was under attack from Death Eaters and before Severus arrived to alert everyone of danger - because of him, everyone made it out safely.

It changed his perspective of him by a long shot.

"Dumbledore was an interesting character, wasn't he?" He changes the subject, "kind, but... interesting." She looked over at him and he smiled down at her softly, "If I had a gallon for everytime I'd walk into his office to him feeding his bird lemon drops I'd be rich."

Stifling a laugh, Eleanor sniffed with a smile joining his own teasing one. "He was very spirited."

"Extremely." He agreed.

Sighing, Eleanor leaned on his shoulder while he wrapped his arm around her. Bending aside a bit to kiss the top of her head, "I have a suprise I'd like to share with you, but I promised Tonks we'd tell you together." His tone hushed with excitement into her hair.

Eleanor grinned, "What is it?"

"Oh- it's nothing." Remus brushed it off with a cheeky expression.

"-Tell me!"

A wholehearted laugh escaped from his chest while he shook his head, happy to see that he brought up Eleanor's mood.

As the two of them continued to sit in peaceful silence, Remus was the first to hear footsteps and instantly stood his guard as the Minister of Magic began to approach the two of them.

"Good Afternoon, Miss Potter." Rufus Scrimgeour greeted the woman who stood to shake his extended hand, "I don't believe we've met?"

Eleanor shook her head politely. "No, I'm afraid not."

Rufus was the Minister who replaced Fudge earlier in the year. The old pale-ish lean man resembled the same as a skelton.

Even though, she had no intention on correcting him - Eleanor did find it a tad bit odd that the Minister chose to addressed her as a Potter so out in the open.

Remus was quick to catch on with this as well and found it just as suspicious as she did.

Something about him wasn't quite right.

Remus thought.

"May I have a few words?" Scrimgeour gestured to talk with her privately.

But Lupin didn't hesitate on answering for her, cutting in immediately. "-I'm afraid we were actually leaving, but whatever needs to be discussed can be discussed right here."

Rufus tried to ignore the intimidating stare Remus had given him before carrying on with a subtle nod, "The Ministry is wanting full security for the both you and Mister Potter, of course. Especially during dark times like this, it's best if you would keep a low profile on yourselves."

Eleanor's gazed hardened slightly, "Well, I'm not going into hiding again and Harry is staying with me, if that's where you were getting at."

Her words were noted by the Minister, "I don't mean to upset you Miss Potter, but that little cottage of yours does seem like the best of choices with what's going on in the world." He challenged.

"Harry and I are perfectly fine." Eleanor reasured him although Rufus's approach was sketchy, "We have a Safe Guard. We won't be bothered."

Remus turned his head to stare down at her questionably.

The Minister raised his bushy gray eyebrows as if he were suprised to hear the news, "Oh, Wonderful." He nods, "And eh, could you disclose the name of your safe guard?"

Eleanor frowned.

She didn't even have a name to give him even if she wanted too, but before she could respond Remus interfered.

"You know what, Nothing is set in stone yet and even if it was, it wouldn't be your business." Remus eyed him before taking Eleanor's arm in his own, "Let's be off, El."

As they walked away from the man who continued to watch them leave, Remus whispers under his breath. "El, usually when people have Safe Guards it's not to be spoken with anyone else." He softly scolded her for telling the man who faded from ear sight, although Remus knew she hadn't known and only ment well, it made him worry what the Ministry was doing butting in like that.

It also didn't help that Remus knew almost nothing about politicians in the wizarding world. He had no idea who Rufus might have been connected with, but he didn't trust him.

"I'm sorry, I just-"

Remus kept her close to reasure her, "It's fine, everything will be fine. Let's just get you and Harry back to my place and we'll discuss everything there."

Entering the large manor, Severus was instantly greeted by Dobby who offered to take his coat although Severus was too preoccupied to acknowledge the house elf as he continued up the staircase with a small trot.

It took no time for Severus to find where he needed to be as he approached a chattering room near the west side of the upstairs hall.

As he walked in, he observed Mister Malfoy's personal study.
It was a long, narrowed space leading to a dark cherrywood desk at the end of the room. The walls were filled with bookshelves on either side. A large fireplace lit comfortably near the entry way. A bar in the corner of the room held all types of expensive liquor, and behind it had been a house elf polishing glasses. The seats that scattered around the room were luxurious black leather arm chairs which were mostly preoccupied by a few Death Eaters Severus didn't care to know the names of and Draco who sat quietly.

"Severus." Lucius greeted behind a daily prophet without the need to peer up at him. "Glad you could make it."

"What's happening?" His gaze danced around the room with concern and curiosity as to why he was called over so urgently.

Lucius let out a low grunt, "Whatever is happening is late by a fucking hour. Take a seat." He ruffled the paper away to check his watch before glancing at Severus, "You look like hell."

It was completely noticeable that Severus looked as if he hadn't slept in days. The tired bags under his eyes were prominent, he had stumble coming in and quiet frankly, he didn't look his best.

"Long night." Severus responded with to close the short conversation about himself then sat himself down.

"Make yourself a coffee. I don't need you falling asleep at my desk." Muttered Malfoy.

The elf that had been behind the bar had quickly brought over a heavy tray of clean mugs and a kettle of hot coffee along with smaller dishes that contained sugar cubes and milk.

With a sigh, Severus poured himself a coffee; no sugar. no milk.

"Lu!" Narcissa walked into the room with urgency, but that was before she noticed Draco sitting in the room. Her demeanor changed into a more calm and gentle persona. "Draco, come along. Out and up to your room, now please."

The boy got up from the chair as he passed his mother out of his Father's study.

An irritated sigh escaped from her light pink lips before she approached her husband. "I thought we agreed on Draco not being apart of the meetings." Her voice hushed although Severus was the only one closest enough to hear what she was saying.

"He needs to know what's going on," Lucius explained leaning back into his chair, "It doesn't mean he has to do anything, but I'd rather not have Tom interrogate my son and for him to act clueless."

With dismay, Narcissa nods although she didn't agree with anything her husband told her. "When is he going to be here?"

Lucius refills a glass of whiskey, "A week or so from now. I'm prepping early — I have the Minister stopping by shortly and Greyback left awhile ago to bring our new accomplice. By the next meeting with Tom present I want a plan; no changes necessary." He begins to bring the glass to his lips, but Narcissa pushes it down.

Her doe brown eyes glistened softly to gain his attention. "The sooner this is over, the better." The tone in her voice was small and careful.

The words she spoke wasn't a statement, but a reminder.

Lucius wanted power and Narcissa didn't want war.

He didn't respond, instead he continued to drink. Staring at her.

"The Minister is here." She said finally remembering what it was she came up here for, "I'll bring him up."

He nodded and urged her to do so.

Severus made eye contact with Narcissa and she gave him a polite smile before she left the room completely.

He drank from his coffee.

Not a minute later had passed and the Minister of Magic was present in the room.

"I've got good news and bad news." Rufus says flatly and directly at Lucius who had his hands clasped on his desk.

"Well, get on with it." He ordered.

The Minister nervously cleared his throat, "I visited the Potters just now at Dumbledore's ceremony. The boy refused to speak with me, but I was only able to get a little bit out of the woman before she was escorted away."

Severus turned his head and gave the Minister his full attention- with a tensed jaw, it took everything in him not to show any sign of concern.

It shouldn't have suprised him that Lucius Malfoy had the new Minister of Magic reporting to him.

Before Malfoy was imprisoned he had a large title at the Ministry, although he wasn't necessarily working along side any of them; he had what everyone wanted.

Money, power and wits.

Most of the money at the Ministry had belonged to Lucius and his father before him and before his father— he had connections with many other magical politicians in and outside Great Britain.

Whether it was by a bribe or threat, Lucius Malfoy had control.

"Good news; The Potters won't be apart so they should be easier to find. She made herself very clear that she wasn't separating from him." Rufus explained, "Bad news; there's been a slight change of plans as to where they will be hiding out."

"What do you mean?" Severus completely took the words out of Lucius's mouth.

Clearing his throat, the Minister continues. "There's a safe guard."

Severus felt like his heart had stopped beating.

The expression on Mister Malfoy's faced hardened, crystallized eyes narrowing sharply at the Minister. "Well, who is it?"

"I-I couldn't get it out of her sir, our conversation was interupted by a man she was with." He defends himself which Lucius turns away to rub his face in frustration.

Severus almost sighed in relief, but brought his mug back up to his lips to prevent him from doing so.

The strides of heavy boots is what made everyone's head turn towards the open door along with a low gruff voice inching closer as the large man reached the end of the hall. "Well, Well, you've got quite the place missus. Very very nice." A man Severus didn't recognize had now stopped at the doorway with Narcissa guiding him in along with Fenrir Greyback not far behind them.

Just from the sight of him, the professor couldn't quite piece together what kind of character this was.

The man was broad, facial hair untamed; chestnut brown and peppered with gray. He was dressed down to a rugged dress shirt, an unbuttoned waistcoat, a black wool overcoat along with a top hat. Jeweled, gold and silver rings seemed to glorify the bruise marks on his knuckles and a cane just a similar to Malfoy's own.

'Scabior', was the name he went by: The famous wizardry criminalized bounty hunter, Leader of the Snatchers.

Freezing in his spot once he noticed the Minister of Magic standing in the room, his hazel grey eyes finally peaked up from the shadow of his hat, widening with alert. "Now hold on, what the fuck is this about?"

Lucius couldn't help, but let an amused smirk spread across his lips before he intervened, "Mister Scrimgeour works for me." He explained, "And you're an hour late."

Fenrir spoke up behind Scabior, "Sorry Sir, I looked at four other pubs before I managed to find him- took a lot of convincing to get him out of there."

The hunter approached slowly into the room, moving passed Rufus with a glare as the scrawny older man stepped away from him.

Severus watched him take the seat beside him, instantly getting the rich scent of cigar smoke and rum.

"So," Scabior spoke, clasping his jeweled fingers in front of him. "Are Magical Politicians working for Death Eaters now? Or is it the opposite?"

A small sound of amusement escaped from Lucius's chest, "It depends who you're asking."

Nodding his head, even though he didn't seem to understand, Scabior continued. "Right. Well. You must be the one in charge of all of this, I take it?"

"Arguably, Yes." He says with a calm demeanor.

Scabior grumbles to himself before turning his attention to Severus, hitting his shoulder nearly making his coffee spill, "Does he ever give a straight answer?"

"No." Severus responded too quickly.

Malfoy stared between them annoyed that Scabior was easily distracted. "Greyback spoke highly of you. He said you're more than qualified, maybe even a little too perfect for the job even."

"Ah yes, very convenient that our paths have crossed isn't it?" He says taking his top hat off to run a hand through his short hair. "But, the question is — how much are you paying me? And whose the job?"

Lucius leans back in his chair, nodding his head to Rufus Scrimgeour who began to approach them with his briefcase; opening it to bring out a file.

"What the fuck is this?" Scabior says staring at a folder.

Severus leans forwards a bit, also not understanding what he was showing him.

"Five hundred-" Lucius used his wand to reveal a photograph of Harry Potter, "Thousand galleons-" the second photograph of Eleanor Potter, "Each."

Mumbling under his breath, Scabior had to take his out his specs before he was able to look over the photographs, eyes lingered on each photo one at a time.

Frowning, Scabior scratched his beard in deep thought than points at the picture. "This is that Potter boy, isn't it?"

Nodding, Mister Malfoy waits for a deal to be made.

"Whose the Missus?" He asks looking over Eleanor's picture, before saying the following in a more sincere tone. "She's a pup. Sweet girl, I bet."

Severus had to avoid drawing attention to himself as he stared off to the corner of the room.

He felt like he was about to lose his temper.

"Eleanor Potter is the aunt, she's not as important as the boy — but wherever she is, the boy is." Lucius explains like simple mathematics.

Finally deciding on a decision, Scabior pushed aside the photographs in spite of how much Malfoy was willing to pay him, "As tempting as your offer might sound, Mister Malfoy. My services don't involve killing children and I'm not fond on attacking women of any sort—"

Blinking at him, Lucius cuts him off. "—I never said anything about killing them." Leaning back in the armchair, Scabior listens. "You find them and bring them here alive."

Scabior stays quiet for a few moments to process everything, "Alright. You've got yourself a deal— BUT, I'd like half a portion up front and uh... let's say an extra six thousand for my men. Oh! And I also want the best bottle of liquor a man can own." His ringed knuckle taps the wooden desk.

Malfoy sighed, agreeing. "Deal."

"Brilliant.", A crooked smile formed on the snatchers full lips. "Now, there are a few details I'll need before I send any of my men out..." he grabs a wrinkled notepad and pen from the inside of his coat pocket. "I need names of anyone else involved with them, family, friends, fucking dog ... whoever."

Severus stayed silent, although he could now feel Lucius' cold gaze directly on him.

"He's sitting right next to you." Lucius drinks of his glass as he watched the suprised exchange the professor was startled with.

Shaking his head, Severus began to stumble over his own words. "No, No — I barely spoke to them..."

"But you were in Miss Potter's room right? You slept with her?" Lucius turned his head as if he were calculating what Fenrir Greyback had said about Severus's scent being in Eleanor's chamber. "There's no judgement here."

"As long as there was consent on both sides of the party." Scabior points out.

"—Right." Agreed Lucius

Before Severus could say anything as he was just as baffled to the conversation between the three of them as Lucius let a mischievous smile form on his lips.

"We're messing with you." Malfoy teases, although there was something in the way he said it that sounded like he wasn't.

Scabior stiffles a laugh as Severus glared at both of them. "You're tense for a big guy, aren't you?"

"Alright, Alright, back to business." Lucius pulls out his cigarette case, "Severus, names— if you've got any?"

Thinking about what to say, his mind raced between the actual people Eleanor and Harry knew. The Weasley's, Lupin, that blonde friend of hers he didn't care to remember the name of. He knew that their friends could possibly be hurt by any means necessary.

"I'd like to do some research myself." He finally says, "I'll get back to you on that."

Scabior scribbles something down on his note pad before looking to Malfoy, "Will that be it than?"

Lucius seemed to keep a close eye on Severus even though he shook his head that the meeting had been over with. "Allow me to collect your portion and that bottle of whiskey, I promised. My wife will help the rest of you find your way out." He eyed the rest of the Death Eaters in the room including the Minster who existed as Narcissa muttered a, "Right this way." At the end of the hall.

Placing his nearly finished cup down on tray a house elf had brought over, Severus stood up. "Thanks for the coffee." He spoke up to Lucius who continued to watch him.

"Anytime, Sevy." He says flatly in response as he watched the professor leave his study.

Scabior catches on without needing to look too deep into it, "You think he's hiding something?"

Scoffing at his comment, Lucius inhales his cigarette before leaning back in his chair, "I'll tell you when I know."

Remus's place was both clustered and neatly in order; A small house where he shared the company with his partner Tonks. Nothing extremely exciting had caught Harry's attention besides a few photos that hung on the wall which involved James, Sirius and Remus in their younger years.

"Bloody hell!" Tonks swats away the smoke before taking a burnt blueberry pie out from the oven. "So much for homemade..."

Remus hovers over her shoulder with an amused grin, "Bon appetit."

"Shut it." She responds

Eleanor smiled, watching her two friends in the kitchen while she sat at the dining table knitting to take her mind off things.

Tonks had already taken her wand out, remaking her favourite dessert the only way she knew how as ingredients began flying across the kitchen, a few eggs nearly hitting Remus if he hadn't ducked in time.

"El, would you like some wine?" Remus asks although considering how the last few days have been for her, he already knew the answer.

Eleanor stopped kneading her crochet needles, "Please?"

Remus smiles at her, not taking long before he approached with a glass of wine for her and himself.

"The pie is finished." Tonks smiles as she is just as grateful for magic when it comes to cooking than for anything else.

The table had already been set with plates. Pie slices were served on each one.

Harry slowly approached the kitchen where everyone was seated, but instead of joining them he spoke up. "Pie for dinner?"

"In this house," Tonks talked through a mouthfull of warm berry pastry, "We have dessert first."

Smiling sheepfully, Remus begins to explain. "The menu has been more keen to whatever is her liking recently."

"It's pie." Tonks says

"Lots of pie." Nods Remus

Eleanor stares between the both of them while Harry took a seat beside her not understanding implication in the room.

"Are you..." She began, not sure how else to ask in case she was mistaken. "I mean... are you both—"

"Pregnant? No. Just me." Tonks finished her plate, already wanting a second slice.

Remus's smile grew, but even more amused by her choice of wording for the announcement.

"Oh my gosh! Congratulations!" Eleanor exclaimed with a wide grin, reaching over to hold both of their hands. "You'll be the most amazing parents!"

"Yeah, congrats. Really." Harry said awkwardly.

Tonks leaned her head on Remus's shoulder. "We appreciate it. I do the most though, all he has to do is rub my feet occasionally."

Eleanor continued to smile on their behalf, finding it difficult for herself to keep the remaining excitement as she was above all exhausted and overwhelmed.

After dessert— and dinner.
Remus and Eleanor were the only ones left as Tonks decided that she wanted to lay down for awhile and Harry who dismissed himself to write to his friends.

"You're staying the night, right?" Remus says almost begging for them to stay.

Between the empty glass of wine next to her and a slight headache, she thought about her options:

She could either take Harry back to her cottage, Stay with Remus or go to the safe house location.

"You think it would be safe at my place?" She asks him softly

"You'll be safe here," His whispered to match her volume. "I'm afraid that's all I can guarantee."

Eleanor nodded, knowing that she would feel better if it wasn't just her and Harry for the night.

"About earlier, You mentioned a safe guard..." Remus began to bring up.

She shrugged,"I don't know who he is."

"Where?" He questioned

"London. 39 Hill street, I believe." It was all she was able to remember from Severus telling her the address before everything went down.

Instead of questioning any further, Remus anxiously toys with the rim of the half emptied wine glass in front of him.

His thoughts surrounded by whether or not he should trust his instincts. If it were up to him, he wouldn't let either of them leave his sight. They'd stay with him and Tonks where he knew they'd both be safe.

"I trust your decision." His voice quiet and almost sad, "But I can't lose you..."

Compared to Tonks— Eleanor was the only family he had left besides Harry.

He was there for her when she was young, looked after her like a sister and at times acting more brotherly than James did during the times he'd ignore his dear sister just to chase after Lily.

The both of them had lost so many people in their lives, it felt like an unspoken role that the two of them were meant to look after another.

At least for Remus, it's how he felt.

But the idea of someone else taking care of her...

Someone that neither of them knew...

It made him feel sick and almost angry in himself for giving her that option.

"Remus... it's okay." Eleanor says feeling the tention in the room shift as she watched Remus's kind eyes slowly turn remorseful and for a moment she wondered if there was a full moon out tonight, "We'll stay for the night."

Releaved at her words, Remus gives her a watery look. He gets up to reach over and press his lips on the top of her head for a few moments longer than usual.

"Okay." He says.

Although he hid his face well as he stepped away from her to exit the room she could hear the broken-hearted tone in his voice.

Harry approached her soon after and saw that neither Remus or Tonks had been in the dining area.

Eleanor gave him a soft smile.

He sighed before saying, "I want to visit the Dursleys... soon."

The expression on her face faltered.

"Oh..?"

Instantly Harry felt bad for wording it as such, "It's not that I want to stay with them. I actually want to make sure they're out of harms way. I know Death Eaters will be looking for me there and... you know."

"I think that's a brilliant idea." She reasured him, proud that he made that decision. "We'll do that."

He stood there, still feeling distant. "Great. Well, I'm going to get some rest."

"Alright," she nodded, "Goodnight."

Harry waved to her before backing away, leaving his aunt to herself.

Ted let out a small sigh, Looking over every food item he passed unsure as to what he was doing; whether if it was a good idea for him to house a wanted teenager and his ex wife or deciding on what food this teenager would like to eat during his stay.

He was completely clueless.

"What do teenagers eat? That is the question." He mumbled to himself as he looked over the sugary snack options in the dimly lit grocery aisle.

Of course he got the necessities of nutritious meals, but he also needed food that could last a little longer than the week without going bad. Plus he wouldn't mind having snacks around.

Ted didn't have a clue when they'd be showing up, but he wanted to be ready. He even managed to clean out his flat, he bought a inflatable matress for the spare study incase anyone had been uncomfortable with taking the bedroom or the pull out couch in the livingroom, he took down his liquor cabinet to prevent anyone from drinking including himself, ash trays and cigarette cartons had been thrown out — anything that could be resulted into a bad habit was taking care of to create a safe environment.

Although, the weapons he had were the only things vulnerable. A revolver and handgun were bought in his name, a hunting rifle had been given to him from his brother Thomas years ago for 'duck hunting' that he'd be able to use if necessary; Ted didn't have the intention on hurting anyone nor did he want too, but whatever kept himself and everyone from feeling threatened was the only purpose of using them.

Those, he kept hidden.

Deciding on a few boxes of chocolate covered biscuits he moved further down the aisle to see a large range of marshmallows and smiled thoughtfully.

"I like marshmallows. Kids like marshmallows... it's a win/win if you ask me—"

"Who are you talking to?" A voice creeped up behind the muggle, startling him.

Severus wasn't amused by the reaction, but he liked the idea of testing him.

So far, he took note of how Ted isn't that well aware of his surroundings as he's been following him around the grocery store for the past seven minutes without being noticed.

"Bloody hell, why?! Why do you do that?" An annoyed Ted had turned to see the taller man standing behind him before throwing the bags of sugary confectioneries into the basket.

Instead of responding, Severus looks down at the food he picked out, "Eleanor likes mixed berry jam not apricot."

Ted frowned slightly and took note of that while adding a large box of pancake mix in and kept walking, "Do you usually follow people around like this?"

Severus had his hands in his pockets looking over the some of the food items, not understanding how some people eat canned sardines, "No, just you."

"Brilliant." Ted says sarcastically as they walk down another aisle.

"I needed to talk to you." Severus says more seriously, his brows furrowed at the muggle who was preoccupied by the different types of coffee and teas before Severus pointed towards the roast Eleanor liked.

Grabbing whatever Severus pointed to, Ted urged the man to continue. "Alright..."

The store was almost empty, a few ears couldn't have heard their conversation, but Severus still managed to be subtle about the volume in his voice as he spoke quietly. "Lucius Malfoy just hired a professional bounty hunter to find their whereabouts and this guy isn't something to brush over— I had no idea who he was until earlier today when I met him."

"You said muggles won't be suspected?" Ted recalls while he grab a few options of breakfast bars.

Severus nods, "Yeah you shouldn't be, I'm just letting you know to be careful."

"Shouldn't be and won't are two different meanings, my friend." Ted points out matter-of-factly.

Irritated, Severus puts his foot in front of the wheel of the cart to prevent it from moving any further.

"First things first, I'm not your friend. Don't call me your friend." Severus takes his turn to point out, "In fact, I don't like you."

"A bit harsh." Ted hums

"Don't care." He shakes his head, "The only thing I care about, is you doing your job. Alright? And my job is to make sure you're doing your job. So, if there's anything I think could jeopardize your job, you listen."

Ted's exhales through his nose. "Alright."

"Good." Severus says, now taking his foot off the wheel.

"So, who is this guy?"  He questioned trying to distract himself by wandering around a new aisle.

"He goes by Scabior, he's the leader of this group of hunters that referred to themselves as snatchers." Severus explains, "They're dangerous because for the most part they stay hidden. They go around manipulating the environment and doing what they can to blend in and seem like an average muggle. You could brush shoulders with them on the street and you wouldn't even know."

"And how do I know someone isn't a snatcher?" The muggle asks curiously.

To this, Severus shrugs. "You don't. Which is why you can't trust anyone."

After grabbing the last of what he needed from the shop. Severus stayed to pay the total even though Ted tried to refuse his money, Severus felt the need to do so before he left.

Severus walked the side walk for a bit farther from the shop before he was able to find an empty alleyway to apparate, disregarding the hooded figure that watched the entire exchange from afar.

The blonde woman apparated as well.

AN: Fact—blue berry pie has been my first and only pregnancy craving. I am tonks.