"Is this all really necessary?" I asked Albus, gesturing to the cloak he had thrown over me. The thing was barely hiding me— there were holes were the woven hair had fallen away and pointed me out.

He glared at me silently, bringing a finger to his lips, in the internationally renowned signal for stop talking, shhh, or shut your pie hole. It depended on how polite he was at the moment. So I was betting on the latter, based off his behavior for the whole two days we had been in the sweltering spring weather of Georgia.

"I'm talking to you," I muttered, hardly moving my lips.

Albus took in a giant breath and turned towards me. "It is necessary, Malfoy. The Muggle video cameras Chang hacked into show your brother returning here every day."

Internally I winced at his use of my last name. "I'm talking about the cloak," I hissed. "It's itchy, hot, and doesn't even work properly! Stupid Ministry stuff!"

The Auror's lips puckered. "So take it off and cast a Disillusionment Charm!"

"But I don't like the feeling of that spell."

"Then suck it up, princess." He took one more look at the post office, then began walking down the sidewalk to rendezvous with the other members of his team.

I pointed my wand at Albus' back, wondering just how much it would jeopardize the Auror's mission by Stunning him or doing something equally (or more) amusing. Maybe... a Bat-Bogey Hex?

"Don't do that, Hazel. I am sure you can think of a better way to get revenge on him."

I dropped my wand on the pavement, and almost tripped over a rake that was leaning against the side of the storehouse I was in. For a moment I was about the chide Brennan for scaring me, when I saw I appeared to be looking into a mirror. Well, one that made my hair short and straight. And my face squatter. That made me my boy.

"Scorpius," I said breathlessly. My eyes flicked to Albus, who was continuing walking as if he hadn't hear any sounds. "What did you do to him?" I demanded, looking back at my brother. My fingers itched to pick up my dropped wand. My heart told me Scorpius would never hurt anyone, but my brain told me that he had killed before and might do it again.

He smiled, his wand handing loosely from his grip. "Just casted a silencing spell around this area."

I narrowed my eyes. "Why?"

Scorpius looked hurt at my tone. "Hazel, I haven't seen you in ages!" He exclaimed. "I just wanted to talk!"

I dropped down to the ground and grabbed my wand. Feeling safer already, I held it in front of myself, pointing at the brother I had sworn to protect long ago.

"You just want to talk?" I sneered. "Sure you do, murderer."

Stepping it back, my brother looked shocked. "Hazel..." he said softly. "Do you really believe that?" His voice had a dangerous undertone, and I saw his grip tighten at the wand at his side.

I narrowed my eyes, suddenly seeing the man that the rest of the world saw. "I saw the evidence. You killed Hermione Jean Granger." Finally, I had said it aloud. I had forced my mind not to dwell on the fact that my brother was a murderer, just like the rest of my family before, but now the words seemed, for the first time... fitting.

His light grey eyes fell to the ground. The grip on his wand slackened, and for a moment I felt tempted to Stun him, then turn him over to the Aurors. But something stopped the words from coming the my mouth. He is my brother. How can I go against him like this?

He is your brother. How could he have murdered the Minister of Magic?

"Scorpius," I said, tone even. "You can't keep running from the Ministry. We will catch you sooner or later."

As his eyes met mine, I saw for the first time the mist of pain in his eyes. I saw the sunken, unhealthy look of his face.

"I know," he whispered, "but, Hazel— what else am I supposed to do?" Suddenly he raised his wand to me, boyish guilt gone from his face. His grey eyes narrowed as he studied me suspiciously. "Did you say we?" Scorpius' wand was aimed right between my eyes.

A cold knot of fear began growing inside of me. I swallowed slowly, for the first time deathly afraid of my brother. Chang? Brennan? I stared at the empty warehouse behind Scorpius, yearning to see Brennan's twinkling eyes and long curly hair, a wand in hand. I even wished for Albus to be here.

"You're helping the Aurors find me, aren't you?"

I didn't answer. My eyes started the sting from trying to look at the wand at such a close distance.

"Albus is here," Scorpius mused. "And probably two more Aurors, am I right?" I didn't answer. "HAZEL!" A trail of red and blue sparks shot out from the end of his wand, burning my face painfully.

"OW!" I squealed, instantly clapping my hands to my face. The pain spread throughout my nose and cheeks, feeling awfully like a really bad sunburn. Heat pulsed throughout my face, but the pressure from my hands made the pain die down slightly.

Scorpius grabbed my arm. "Are you okay? Let me see."

"No!" I yelled, and pushed him away from me. As it turned out, the muscles I had gotten from playing Quidditch all those years ago were still there, and sent Scorpius crashing into a pile of rakes. I grabbed my wand and pointed it at him. "Don't move," I said, hands shaking. My face really hurt.

But that pain was nothing compared to the sorrow I felt while watching Albus and the other Aurors giving Scorpius to the empty black shells that were the dementors of Azkaban. 

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