The Tracker

The ball of red string dragged behind Eunoia, as she used a pushpin to place the picture of the Rookwood estate onto the ancient wallpaper. Her wall seemed to become more disorganized by the day; a new lead, some more string, and another headache. The added pressure of locating The Boy Who Lived made Eunoia's skin itch; she wasn't prepared for this. Were any of them prepared for this?

It surely didn't seem like it.

The meeting the night prior with Kingsley, Neville, Luna and Draco reflected this too well; a million questions, and too little time. If Eunoia remembered clearly, the end of the meeting went something like this:

"Kingsley, are you out of your fucking mind? Seriously, you expect four Order members to gather enough information to save the Chosen One, and survive?"

"Eunoia, we need to change the tide of this war; this is our best option."

Eunoia was the most angered by Kingsley's plan than anyone else.

"Potter could be dead by now, six feet under in Cornwall at this point. Are we risking all of our skins on false hope, now?"

Draco shoved Eunoia, and glared.

"You of all people know I hate the tosser, but this is the best chance we've got. The Death Eaters numbers are climbing, and more and more Muggles and Half-Bloods are being rounded up."

Neville nodded in agreement.

"Your brother's right. If we can find Harry, figure out how he lost, and understand why Voldemort took him, we may still stand a chance in this War."

Before they could figure out a plan, Kingsley and Neville left to hit the other safe houses, to inform them of the news. Luna was to stay with Eunoia and Draco — which excited Eunoia, and garnered an eye roll from Draco — and remain there until they had enough evidence to start the trail.

Until Kingsley or Neville returned, Eunoia and Draco were tasked with not fucking up. This would be a very difficult feat for the twins that had been cooped up in their dead relatives old house for 7 months. So now, to pass the time, Eunoia was retracing everything she had worked since the Battle of Hogwarts. This was not a new assignment; she currently served as the Order's resident Tracker. Draco thought the title was so hilarious that he bought her a wand holster with "Tracker" sewn in. Eunoia didn't find it too funny and he found his entire room draped in red and gold the next morning.

It was Eunoia's job to track every movement both the Order and the Death Eaters made: she would report any connections, discoveries, or conjecture that would help keep the people of the Wizarding world safe. It made her feel useful; it brought out her Ravenclaw instinct to obsess until completion.

She was the one who tracked down where her father was hiding: and the one who recommended his murder, securing her place as a fully fledged member of the Order.

Eunoia was yanked away from her thoughts when she heard the door creak open. In entered Luna, with her wand in one hand and a withered notebook in the other.

"Morning, Noia," she chirped as she plopped down on the small bed. Eunoia looked over her shoulder as she tied her string.

"Goodmorning, Luna. Feeling alright?"

Luna smiled dreamily.

"My last dream included the murder of my father, but then I woke up, and I wrote about it," Luna lifted up the small notebook, "and now I feel much better."

Eunoia felt her heart sink as Luna spoke. Even in all her Luna-ness, she could hear the strain of pain in her voice. Eunoia sat down next to her, and took Luna's hand in her own.

"Luna, back at Hogwarts, we always said that no matter what, we would be there for one another."

Luna gave a light laugh.

"I remember. I think that without one another, every single other Ravenclaw would have petitioned to kick us out of the common room."

Eunoia grinned as Luna reminisced about their time at Hogwarts. Eunoia wasn't the typical Ravenclaw: not very booksmart, but gifted in her own right. She was excellent in Charms, and had lots of fun in DADA, but was a A-level OWL recipient. Low for Ravenclaws. Luna got her through Hogwarts, through her issues with Draco. Eunoia was brought back to the present conversation.

"We were there for one another then, and I will continue to be here for you now. I know you have been through so much, and I am here for you, okay? I don't know how, but we are going to win this, and we're going to live the rest of our lives in peace."

Luna squeezed Eunoia's hand.

"Eunoia Malfoy, you remind me of a lovely little baby Hippogriff."

Eunoia raised her eyebrows and began to laugh as Luna joined in. It was moments like these, small in nature, that made Eunoia forget that they were in the middle of a war. A comfortable silence fell upon them as their hands stayed locked, enjoying the momentary peace in the solitude of Grimmauld Place

"I was planning on working in the back garden, there is a perfect little plot of land to grow some Asphodel and maybe even some Dittany. Would you like to join?"

Luna was an excellent healer and medicinal potions maker, truly St. Mungos caliber and just a year out of Hogwarts. Eunoia has zero interest in plants, and let Luna down easy.

"I promised Kingsley that I would start some inventory on the materials collected from the Rookwood raid, so I can't today, but I will make it down to you at some point."

Luna gave Eunoia a slight pat on the shoulder, and fluttered out of the room silently, leaving Eunoia alone with all of her thoughts. Eunoia turned her attention to her wall, which come to think of it looked less like a Auror's board and more like the workings of a madwoman. Eunoia's room reflected her brain; cluttered, and filled to the brim with all of the information one could need.

Except the knowledge to find Harry Potter.

Kingsley had gone to her, to her friends, and discussed with them with the most difficult task given to the Order since the beginning of the Second Wizarding War. Eunoia wasn't an expert on Harry Potter; she left that obsession to her brother. If it weren't for her friendship with Hermione Granger, Eunoia probably would have never even met Harry. They had chatted during DA meetings, and had even dueled next to one another for a brief moment during the Battle of Hogwarts, but nothing of true substance. She just knew that he needed to be protected, because he had spent the last 7 years protecting everyone else.

So she plopped back down on her bed, the dust rising around her, and decided that this was her new job until Kingsley returned.

Eunoia was going to learn about every aspect of the Boy who Lived, and was going to fully prepare the group entrusted with finding him.