"Your code names are Rodent and Gold."

"Gold?" Tori narrowed her eyes at the same Fred shook his head.

"What? Those are clever! I spent a long time coming up with those!" Lee Jordan frowned, crossing his arms as he stared ahead at the radio that sat in front of him.

"Gold?" Tori repeated. "That's not clever. A ten-year-old could figure out who I was."

"It's better than, 'Rodent' really? Can't I have something cool, like Rapier?"

"Fine! I don't care! Make up your own code names or something. We're starting in two minutes." Lee threw his hands up in the air and began clicking on his radio.

They were all sitting inside of Lee Jordan's flat at his kitchen table. The drapes were tightly pulled over the windows and the doors were locked. It would have been rather dark if not for the lights. Tori and Fred shifted in their chairs, get prepared for Lee's radio to start his talk show called Potterwatch.

Lee had came up with the idea in hopes of any news of what was going on reaching Harry, Ron, or Hermione. It was highly guarded with a new password mentioned at the end of every show and the use of code names to keep everyone else safe. George was back at the Joke Shop, covering for her and Fred while they came and did this.

Tori glanced at the clock and immediately Lee started talking. "Welcome back to Potterwatch, glad there was no delay this time. Today I am joined by two new broadcasters with me, Rapier and Gold."

"Glad to be here with you River," Tori replied while Fred beamed at Lee's use of 'Rapier.'

"Likewise, Gold." Lee grinned. He continued to talk for a while and then read off a long list of names of wizards and witches who have gone missing. Tori held Fred's hand under the table, listening to each name until Lee stopped. She didn't recognize anyone too familiar, just a few Ministry workers she had passed once or twice.

Lee sighed, setting the list down. "Always the hardest part of the job. Now, Gold. You wanted to give a message to the listeners?"

"Yes, thank you, River." Tori nodded, careful not to say his name. "The Ministry is targeting many Muggleborns at the moment. They're offering a fair trial to each and every one of you. Many Muggleborns have gone into hiding. If you're a Muggleborn listening in, and you are awaiting your trial, do not, I repeat, do not go to your trial. Leave the country, now. Hell, leave Europe. The Order has gained access to people in America willing to take in witches and wizards. If you can't leave Europe, we have families in France and Romania ready to take others in. Again, do not go to your trial. They are using this as an advantage to trap Muggleborns and haul them off into Azkaban."

There was silence for a moment and Lee quickly began to talk to that. "Thank you for that, Gold. Please stay safe everyone. Now, Rapier..."

Fred began to talk shortly after that. "While we're all not searching for Harry, we want him to know we're all willing to help him. All he needs to do is reach out. "

Fred continued, "Few of those at the Ministry have been able to bend the rules and take out information. Everyone's pitching in, even those who are just making it rain in the Head's offices."

"Are you insulting my work, Rodent?" Tori narrowed her eyes.

"It's Rapier!"

"Alright enough you two," Lee glared at them. He proceeded to remind the audience to be on the lookout for anything suspicious. "Well, everyone, that ends today's Potterwatch session. Tomorrow's password is Albus. Stay tuned and stay safe."

With a wave of his wand, Lee turned off his radio and paused. "You think it will get to him?" He asked them.

Tori shrugged, "All we can do is hope."

The weather was getting colder as Tori and Fred waved goodbye to Lee and left his flat. November was slowly coming to an end as the leaves began to fall off the trees and crunch under the pressure of someone's foot.

"A sickle for your thoughts?" Fred asked Tori as they walked on the pavement and down the road. Tori shrugged, lowering her voice. "I'm just worried about them."

Fred nodded, immediately understanding who them was. "I am too," He admitted. "All we can do is hope. They're smart, and they've gotten them out of a lot more trouble before."

Tori forced a smile, shoving her hands into her coat pockets as they walked towards an alleyway to apparate.

They both appeared in the Joke Shop, where George immediately appeared at the door. "Nothing good at the store? Shame." He said, looking at them with wide eyes.

Fred and Tori glanced at each other, entering the building as George continued to talk loudly. "Well, I told you two, times were tough. There are not many products we can use anymore. Oh, Tori. You've got a visitor upstairs from the Ministry."

Tori's heart dropped. They knew she had been in contact with Harry. Fred must have come up with the same concern because his face went pale and he wouldn't let go of her hand.

"I have too—" Tori whispered. "If I don't it will look bad—"

"It is bad." Fred replied, "If they find out..."

"I'll lie, and if that doesn't work. I'll yell for you. Okay?" She looked at the two of them, taking a deep breath and slowly climbing up the stairs.

When she opened the door to the flat her heart stopped when she saw Avalon sitting at the table, sipping a cup of tea.

"Not very homey. That one barely offered me anything." He said, placing the cup down gently. Tori closed the door behind her, frowning.

"What are you doing here?" She demanded.

"Believe it or not, you work for the Ministry, and so do I. I am just trying to do my job, Victoria."

"It's Tori." She hissed, slowly crossing the room and taking a seat in front of him. Avalon crossed his arms, sighing.

"Look, Tori. I've been sent to ask you a few questions. So let's just get this over with, okay?"

Tori shrugged, feeling indifferent.

"You're aware Harry Potter was in the Ministry on September second, correct?" Avalon asked. Tori nodded, "It was all over the Daily Prophet, was it not?"

"You're also aware that he took the form of Ministry official Albert Runcorn, yes?"

"Yes, I'm aware," Tori said.

"So, you should recall entering one of the lifts with him and Arthur Weasley and one other witch."

"I do recall that," Tori admitted, shifting in her seat.

"Were you aware that Harry Potter had taken the form of this Ministry official? Did he say anything? You were seen talking to him."

"I was not. No, he didn't. And I was just verifying that he was the one who caught Dirk Cresswell."

"And what did Potter respond?"

"'So what if I did?' It seemed a very Runcorn thing to say. Are we finished?"

"Nearly. You were also seen speaking to Arthur Weasley about an hour later. Care to share what that was about?"

Being friends with the twins for so long always helped Tori when it came to thinking on her feet. "He was wondering how his sons were doing. Is that a crime now? Checking in on family?"

Avalon pressed his lips into a thin line. "I suppose not. Well, that's all the Ministry needed. I reckon they'll let you know if they need anything more. The tea was good." Avalon said, putting his robe back one. Tori just stared at his empty cup which sat on the table.

"Let's hope you didn't finish the box. George likes that one too."

oh dang
so, thoughts and feelings on avalon and dove?