Antonin Dolohov might not be able to read minds like Snape, but he certainly could tell when there was some bullshit being served up and Matija Blagojevic reeked of it so much the flies were sure to start gathering.

They'd been discussing the deal - the intricacies they'd been discussing for weeks, hammering out, making perfect to get the vampire monarchy on board Voldemort's campaign to take over the wizarding world... and suddenly, Blagojevic didn't remember what he'd been so passionately fighting for? Suddenly, he was asking questions about things they'd already discussed, weedling and hedging through the bargaining, relenting on things he'd been deeply assertive about the week before, and simply... not acting himself.

"So you're willing to do the deal even if we can't get Draculari out of Azkaban?" Dolohov had asked.

"It could be discussed," Blagojevic had murmured.

And it had been then that Dolohov had slammed the fake's head to the bar top so hard that the man may very well have received a concussion - who ever he was. 

"This is an imposter - is it not?" Antonin Dolohov's hand clutched the back of the neck of the Matija Blagojevic that he'd been speaking with at the bar. "Confirm it, Snape, and I'll bleedin' twist his neck and tear his head apart from his body, right here and now."

Antonin Dolohov's threat was anything but empty. He'd done it before. Snape had seen him do it. So had anyone who had been at the gatherings of the Death Eaters over the past couple of years. He'd twisted more than one muggle's neck, more than one unfaithful follower of the Dark Lord... which is why Snape did not hesitate - "Unhand him! That's not imposter! Are you an idiot, Dolohov? What will the Dark Lord say when he hears that you assaulted Mr. Blagojevic?"

Snape's hand was still splayed on Dolohov's chest, Dolohov's hand having released Blagojevic's throat, the man stumbling and landing on the bar stool behind him with a dumbfounded look upon his face.

People all around them were panicking, running out of the pub, the bartender shocked and rushing toward the telephone to call the police. "Stupefy!" Dolohov's wand whipped toward the bar tender and he went down, crashing into the sink board, sending glasses shattering to the ground, making the chaos even more profound. Dolohov turned toward Snape and shoved his wand against Snape's throat. "You're a liar."

Snape kept his cool, staring out of the bottom of his eyes at the wand extending from Dolohov's fist. He kept his breathing and heart rate even, although his mind was racing.

The Blagojevic on the stool was still coughing, clutching his throat, blood on his temple.

"Let's see what the Dark Lord thinks of him, if he thinks it's a fake, yeah?" Dolohov grumbled and without waiting for a response, he grabbed hold of Blagojevic's arm and disapparated out of the pub. 

Snape cursed and without pause, disapparated, too. 

And so did another of the Blagojevics.

Three others were running for the door, hurrying as they'd been instructed to do, to get out before any Death Eaters had spotted them. They were halfway through the kitchens before Dolohov, Snape, and the two Blagojevics had disappeared - they thought there were four of them running out of the pub, in fact... and then they were in the back alley behind the pub - the chef having stared in confusion as three copies of the same person ran out the back door, dodging through the steam of a freshly opened dishwasher and jumping over empty crates that bottles of beer had been shipped in. 

The first Blagojevic let out a hoot of excitement. "We did it! Bloody hell we did it!"

The second bent forward, clutching his knees. "Blimey I can't believe Snape pulled through though."

"I knew he would," said the third, gasping and rushing for the first, wrapping his arms around the neck of the first. It looked supremely odd to see Blagojevic kissing himself.

The second Blagojevic looked up and around them. "Alice? Where's Alice?"

The other two Blagojevics stopped their kissing abruptly.

"I'm going back in," the second Blagojevic - Frank Longbottom under the influence of polyjuice, that is - turned back to the kitchen, drawing his wand and shoving his way through the door without waiting for a response.

"Evans, yeah?" the first Blagojevic - who was really James Potter -  turned to the third.

"Yes!" Blagojevic-Lily answered, and she turned quickly to follow Blagojevic-Frank back into the pub, Blagojevic-James hustling along, too. "Oh gods, oh my stars, I knew that went too smoothly. Oh gods."

"Maybe she just got turned about and couldn't get out the kitchen, maybe she's gone out the front," Blagojevic-James called, running after Lily and Frank.

The chef stared in disbelief as the three of the same man ran past again, his eyes wide with disbelief and confusion.

The pub was a mess of discarded glasses - mostly shattered on the floor - and even a couple lost high heels. A few drunk people remained dancing to the now strangely loud and empty feeling music that blared overhead. The bar tender lay on the floor on his back, the phone swinging by it's spiral cord, the operator calling out through the handset. "Hello? Hello?"

Blagojevic-Frank was running circles in a panic, "No-no-no, no-no-no," he was begging, "No, please. No. We - we - they - they took the wrong - they took the wrong --"

"She could be out front!" Blagojevic-James said and he ran past Frank and up the two steps to the front door, disappearing onto the street.

Blagojevic-Lily stopped and caught Frank by the shoulders.

His polyjuice was starting to fade.

Not good. Not good at all. If his was, then so would Alice's soon enough.

"Frank," Lily begged, "Frank. Deep breaths, honey."

He was practically hyperventilating.

"It's going to be alright, Frank, we're going to figure out --"

"She's not out front," James said, coming back through the front door, his windblown hair sprouting from atop of Blagojevic's head, the shirt tightening across his chest and arms.

Lily caught her trousers as they loosened at her waist.

Frank's eyes were wide with panic as he lowered to a nervous crouch on the floor, clutching his head. They were his own eyes - not Blagojevic's.

"Who was the fifth Blagojevic, Frank?" James asked.

"Dumbledore didn't say who the spy was going to be. Only that they were supposed to switch places with whichever one of us was at the bar when he arrived, after we'd confused Snape, and he was supposed to suggest they go elsewhere to discuss the treaty," Frank said, stammering. "Someone who knows Occlumency. I'm guessing either one of the Prewetts or Ed Bones... But I don't know for certain."

"Alice must've said something wrong," Lily said. "Dolohov was talking about Draculari when we switched places last. He turned to get another drink and I slid out and she slid in - Sev definitely thought I was the Blagojevic at the bar when Dolohov reacted, though."

"That's probably why he reacted so quickly to stop Dolohov," James pointed out. His eyes were his own now - his jaw still Blagojevic's, but he'd had to unbutton the vest, the barrel of his chest much thicker than the narrow vampire's had been, the clothes weren't fitting any longer.

Frank was staring up at them, his own hair and mouth now, as well as his eyes, the ankles of his pants were getting shorter on his legs as his height over Blagojevic returned. "Will he give her up? When he - when he realizes she's not - you?" he asked, looking at Lily.

Lily was shaking, "I don't know."

Outside, the distant wail of muggle police sirens filled the air and James swore. "We've got to get out of here."

"What do we do?" Frank asked.

"Dumbledore will know," Lily said.

"If it was one of the Prewetts, the other Prewett will know where they've gone," James pointed out. "Maybe we should go to the Ministry --"

"We can't involve the Ministry," Frank snapped.

"No I mean to get the other Prewett."

"And if it isn't the Prewetts?"

"Moody's there. He's in the Order, we can find him," James said.

"Why don't we just go to Dumbledore?" Frank demanded.

"Because I don't trust Dumbledore!" James yelled.

The sirens were louder.

"You don't trust Dumbledore?" Frank asked, shakily.

"No, I don't," James said, "I don't put it past him to have planned it go like this... planned to have one of us go instead of - of whoever he says he meant to put in place..."

"THEN WHY ARE WE HERE? WHY DID WE ACCEPT THE MISSION FROM THE MAN YOU DON'T TRUST?"

"BECAUSE EVERYONE ELSE TRUSTS HIM! BECAUSE HE'S SUPPOSED TO BE THE LEADER OF THE ORDER AND THE RESISTANCE! WE'RE SUPPOSED TO BE ABLE TO TRUST HIM!" James shouted.

"Stop shouting! Please!" Lily begged. She was near to tears.

"We have to go," James said firmly. The lights of the police cars were flashing through the windows.

Lily grabbed Frank's hand and attempted helping him up - James came up behind him and pulled him to his feet. "Come on," he said, and he hurried Frank and Lily once again through the kitchen. This time the chef was no where to be seen. Behind them, he heard police shouting, the drunk dancers yelling, and they made it through the door of the kitchen into the alley just before they officers broke into the kitchen. The heavy metal door slammed behind them and James pushed Frank along toward the large rubbish bins, Lily running after them, still clutching the waist of her trousers, and they dove behind the bins.

"Where are we going then? Hogwarts or the MInistry?"

"Neither. We need Remus," James answered. And with a crack - he was gone, taking Frank with him as side along.

Lily disapparated, too.

The police skid into the alleyway, looking about, but seeing no one.

In East London, James, Frank, and Lily appeared in the alley behind the curry shop - knocking over the rubbish bins there in their haste. The light in the flat upstairs was on and James let go of Frank, running up the steps, taking them to at a time, tripping halfway up and falling flat to his chest on them, the wind knocking out.

The door opened and Peter's head stuck out, eyes wide, "What's going on? What's all the commotion out here?" he asked, looking around panicked. 

"Is Remus home?" James grunted, getting up.

Lily was hugging Frank, who was crouching again in the alley below. Peter started down at him, then looked to James, "What's going on?"

"Mission for the Order," James answered, "Remus?"

"He's inside," Peter said.

James pushed 'round Peter and into the flat.

Remus was in the living room, just getting up from the chair he'd been in, dropping the book he'd been reading on the coffee table along with his cup of tea. His eyes were wide. "What's --"

"Mission for the Order - gone wrong - they've taken Alice."

Remus grabbed his wand from the side table. "Where have they gone?"

"We don't know," came Lily's voice from the door, Frank was beside her, Peter coming up behind them, eyes wide with panic.

Suddenly the hearth lit up and Sirius came through, his eyes flashing, "What's happening? I feel both of you --" he looked at Lily and James, then his eyes took in Frank. "Where's Alice?" he asked immediately, feeling Lily's anxiety most clearly.

"They've taken her," James said.

Sirius's eyes darkened. "Who?"

"Dolohov," Frank said. "And Snape."

"Snivellus?! Of course the fucking toad-headed-cack-handed-bas--"

"He didn't! He was protecting her!"

"BECAUSE HE THOUGHT SHE WAS YOU!" Frank shouted, "BUT NOW HE KNOWS OTHERWISE! SHE COULD BE DEAD ALREADY!"

"Where'd they take her?" Sirius demanded.

"They don't know," Peter said.

"Likely whatever they're using as a headquarters," Remus said.

"Well they were using Number 12," Sirius said, "But they can't be any longer - Father and Regulus are dead and Mother's in Azkaban - they've got no way in."

"The Lestranges? They've used their place before," Peter pointed out.

"What about Snape's?"

"Oh they'd never use that hole," Frank declared, "And he certainly wasn't expecting anyone to visit him there - I doubt highly You Know Who would hold place in such squalor."

"What about Dolohov's?" Lily asked. "Where does Dolohov live?"

"We need to go to Dumbledore," Remus interjected. "Does he know about this so-called Mission?"

"Yes, he's the one who sent us," Lily answered.

"But he might've planned this!" James argued again.

"Then he'll know all the more how to fix it," Frank replied.

"I think we should go to the Ministry. I'd rather get Moody, the Prewetts, and even Underhill helping us than Dumbledore - he --" James caught Sirius's eyes and he stopped, then said, "I don't trust him."

"You don't trust Dumbledore?" Remus scoffed. "James --"

"And you don't trust Mopsus, let's not get in a discussion about who can and cannot be trusted between you and I at the moment, alright?" James interrupted, "It's not the time."

Remus looked troubled by this, but he let it drop. "Alright - I still think we need to get Dumbledore involved. Especially if he ordered the mission."

"I agree," Lily said.

"Fuck Dumbledore," Sirius announced, "I like Underhill."

"So we split up?" Peter chirped.

Frank said, "Whatever we're doing can we please hurry? MY WIFE is in DANGER."

"Alright, then let's go," Remus said. He looked at Frank, "Come with me - you'll catch me up on what you lot have done already." Frank nodded.

Lily looked between Frank and Remus and James and Sirius.

Peter looked panicked, too.

"Go with Frank and Rey, Evans... and you, too, Peter. We'll get the others," James said.

Lily nodded, and she hurried, following after Remus and Frank, who were already headed for the hearth. Peter scrambled over, too, and James looked to Sirius. "Got your motorbike?"

"Thought you'd never ask," Sirius said, reaching into his pocket.