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descendants."Harry looked horrified.Mo nodded. "Yes, it was wrong, even for the time. Now, all house elves must serve wizards,although they do not necessarily have to be enslaved. Anyway, one enslaved house elf, namedDobby, knew of a plot against Hogwarts and against you. He stopped your mail from your friends,to make you think you weren't wanted. He looked in on you, and found you, injured. He had heardof an associate of ours somehow, and managed to contact him. He contacted me, and Isent Jason tolook in on you.""What's the plot?" Harry asked.Mo smiled slightly. "We have no idea. He has to be loyal to the letter of his oath. We could havetaken the information from his mind of course, but that would have injured, even killed him, whichwe would not do."Harry looked relieved for a moment, but then asked, "Do you know who he works for?"Mo and Jason smiled slightly. "Lucius Malfoy," Mo said drily. Harry made a face. "Exactly.Perhaps the leading surviving member of Voldemort's inner circle of Death Eaters.""Death Eaters?""That's what Voldemort called his sworn and Marked followers."Jason held up his hand to forestallHarry's next question."Voldemort created a black mark, a snake coming out of a skull. It marks theDeath Eater and binds him to Voldemort. It could also be projected, in an oily smokey form. Itusually marked a murder, if not a massacre."Harry nearly shuddered, but then he stopped. He thought for a few seconds, making the two mencurious.Harry squared his shoulders and looked Mo in the eye. "In that case, if Malfoy's father is plottingagainst Hogwarts, then I have to go back next year, one way or another.""Despite the fact that Dumbledore may have manipulated you?" Mo probed.Harry shook his head. "I'm not going back for him, let alone for me. I'm going back for my friends,and everyone being used.""Then we shall help you," Mo stated. Jason merely nodded. They were both telling Harry the truth,but they, and the members of their Order, were also looking forward to more excitement and funthan they had had in centuries.*Vernon Dursley scowled as he was led to an interrogation room the following afternoon. Hisexpression lifted a bit when he saw Petunia was already sitting there, as they had not seen eachother since their arrest.They didn't even have time to really greet each other, however, before two men came into the smallroom. One was a very distinguished looking man, with greyish hair and a trim tooth-brush