Chapter 1
Light streamed in from the gap in the curtains, illuminating the dust floating midair. The room was small and crowded, filled to the walls with posters, books, and red string. Eunoia shifted under her covers, scoffing at her stupidness from 5 hours earlier by not closing the curtains before passing out. As soon as she had rested her head back onto her pillow, she heard a soft double tap on the door.
"Who in the name of Merlin is up at this fucking hour?" She grumbled as she ripped off her covers and headed towards the door. She thrust it open only to find an almost mirror image of herself staring back at her, looking sheepish.
"I don't want to be up either, idiot," Draco Malfoy said as he strolled into the room. "God, this place is a pigsty. I would have never guessed you grew up at the Manor," he grumbled as he pushed a set of robes off the bed and sat down.
Eunoia stared down at him, arms crossed. "Aren't you going to tell me why I’m up?" Draco shrugged and pointed his wand at the piles of clothes littering the floor and murmured "Auferte" (to put away). "Shacklebolt needs us to come in, he thinks that during last week's raid, Longbottom may have got us a lead."
Eunoia felt the hairs on her arms prickling up, her mouth feeling as if it was filled with sawdust. "Draco, if you're fucking with me, I am going to break your wand in half."
Draco chuckled, but then his face became solemn. He looked up at Eunoia, the dark circles around his eyes seemingly becoming deeper. "This is all we've got. Believe me, if we had something, anything else, I would have come in here smiling with full teeth, riding a unicorn."
Eunoia rolled her eyes. "How good is the lead? Is Neville here?" She could feel the questions flow from her mouth as if she was given Veritaserum. Draco stood up, flattening his pants down with his palms.
"Did I not mention? He's downstairs."
Eunoia hit her brother on the arm, then started scrambling to find a clean sweater in the mess of her room. She quickly pulled it on, grappling for her wand, and pulling the door open. She was halfway out the door, and heard Draco say in the distance;
"By the way, Lovegood's here too."
Eunoia felt her heart speed up as she ran down the stairs of Grimmauld Place. She hadn't seen Luna in two months, as Luna had been confined to the Burrow, with what was left of the Weasley's, including Ron, Hermione, and Ginny. Luna had been seriously injured in the raid of the old Lestrange Estate, 5 months after the Battle of Hogwarts. Now, seven months after the battle, Eunoia would see Luna for the first time. Tumbling down the stairs, she ignored the wails emitting from the painting of Ms. Black. She saw three people sitting around the long table; Kingsley, Neville, and her old friend. As soon as Eunoia entered the room, Luna jumped up from her chair and ran full force into a hug, knocking Eunoia off kilter.
The pair remained in a tight hug for a full minute.
"I missed you so much, Eunoia."
"I'm so happy you're safe, Luna."
The friends broke apart, tear filled eyes accompanying their grins. Eunoia then turned to Neville with a sly smirk.
"Alright, Longbottom?"
Neville returned the smile.
"Never better, Malfoy."
"Okay, show's over. We have shit to talk about," Draco said, leaning in the doorway to the kitchen. Kingsley drew his wand, and muttered an incantation that conjured a roughly-drawn map. The witches and wizards sat around the table, each studying the map for themselves.
"Last week, Neville and 6 other Order members raided Augustus Rookwood's retreat in Ireland. Rookwood is dead of course, but the Death Easters have been using every sanctuary they can get their hands on, in every country possible."
Eunoia ran a hand over the map, her finger tracing the "X" drawn over a dot in Northern Ireland.
Neville cleared his throat.
"We cleared out the whole lot, placed the usual protection charms on the place. We're not worried about Death Eaters going back." Neville took a pause and ran a finger over a nasty scar on his cheek.
Eunoia, annoyed by the silence, broke it quite suddenly. "Okay, now get to the lead."
Neville sighed, and stuttered out, "it’s not as great as we had hoped."
Draco rolled his eyes. "Well, out with it then."
Neville glared at Draco, but began once again.
"We went through all the bloody shit in the house, and the only connection we could find was a note saying that, “the captured have been transferred to the Dark Lord's domicile."
Draco and Eunoia shared a look, that both Neville and Kingsley caught. Luna was instead turning the Dirigible Plum on her necklace from blue, to pink, to a nasty yellow.
Kingsley turned and spoke directly to Eunoia.
"We were hoping you two may be of some help in this department."
Draco snorted. "What, so we're only useful when it comes to Death Eater shit? Well then, it's best for you to know that I have never once heard of the Dark Lord taking a shower."
As Eunoia elbowed her brother in the side, Luna erupted into a fit of giggles that both Kingsley and Neville glared at.
"I apologize for him, we will help in whatever way we can. As far as I know, the only base we have ever been into is our house. Other than that, I don't think I will be of much help."
Kingsley then turned to Draco. "You were with them longer, can you provide any insight on the Dark Lord's domicile?"
Draco swallowed roughly, and Eunoia could tell he felt the regret of the Dark Mark stinging his forearm at the mention of Lord Voldemort.
"I resided in the Manor, with my mother, for most of my time. I wasn't important enough to be stationed anywhere else."
Eunoia flinched at the mention of her mother. She had inherited her dark hair, her pessimism, but most of all, her ability to be annoyingly empathetic. She cared too much for her own good; not the right trait to carry into a never-ending war. She tuned back into the conversation, which seemed to have taken an interesting stride.
"Everyone in the Wizarding world knows the Order has a dwindling number of members, and they know about Potter's disappearance during the Battle of Hogwarts." Kingsley spoke in his deep, menacing tone. "There's about zero faith left; anyone who is out there that believes in the Order is too scared of the regime to contact us. We need a spark, to ignite the flame that kept the Order alive."
"Very inspirational, especially right there at the end. Did you learn that from a muggle film?" Eunoia joked. The rest of the table, besides Luna, sent her looks of disapproval. Kingsley sighed, and continued.
"We're putting together a team."
The group, even Neville, looked to one another in confusion.
"What are you on about, Kingsley?" Neville asked.
"A team, Longbottom, I know you can hear. Four witches and wizards, a mixture of capabilities, achieving a singular goal."
Luna, in her singsong tone, questioned Kingsley. "And what goal would this group be achieving?"
Kingsley drew his dark oak wand, and conjured another piece of paper; it was extremely charred and weathered, but the moving picture of Undesirable No. 1 was quite clear.
"Finding Harry Potter.”