"Why does he want us to figure out how to deal with them?" I ask, pacing back in forth. We're back in our room, drying off. "It really does not make any sense. Normally he deals with these situations, and we just do the dirty work. Why us?"

Draco shrugs. "Think about it. We're Death Eaters. We know how awful it is for a Death Eater to betray the group. Maybe he just wants us to give a punishment that we thinks fits?"

"You know how it goes," Crabbe speaks. It surprises me, and I jump. Normally ... well, Crabbe is just the silent type. He continues, "It's a life or death thing. If I turned my back on the Dark Lord, I would expect to be killed."

"But at the same time, we can't kill them," I reply.

Malfoy looks at me, eyebrows raised. "And why the hell not?"

"They have information that we need," I answer simply, collapsing onto my mattress. "We can't get it if they're dead ... not to mention, if they're murdered their whole group will know that we're onto them. We can't risk that. I say we leave them be for a while."

"Or, even better ..." Draco begins, his eyes gleaming in the candlelight. "We befriend them."

"Like Severus did with us?" I say, sitting back up. "Don't you think he'd expect that? I mean, he did it. He would know."

"Not if I did it. I'm his favorite. He'll believe me."

"I don't know, Malfoy ..." My voice trails off.

Crabbe turns to us. "I think it will work. Let's see what He thinks. What're we doing tomorrow?"

I swear something must be wrong with him. He never talks this much. Instead of mentioning it, I just raise my eyebrows and wait for Draco to reply.

He's fumbling in his coat pocket. When he looks up, he's clutching the parchment. "Day three ... the final day. Go to the ruins of St Andrew's Cathedral in Fife for your next job."