"You're the one who dragged me out to this meeting," she told him. She wanted nothing more than to be home, curled up against Harry. She was only here because Adam had begged her to provide back up.

"They're everywhere, Luna. You don't even realize. The rumors I'm hearing... And none of it's being reported."

She shook her head. "Where's this source, again?"

"C-4."

They were currently in section C-3. Luna hurried to the next section, stopping abruptly when the lights faded into darkness. She might not believe in Adam's theories at the level that he did, but she knew better than to wander around in a dark car park.

"Hello," she called. The sound echoed off the empty garage and Adam jumped in fright at the noise.

The man in the shadows had disguised his voice before the two reporters from the Quibbler had arrived, and he was glad he'd thought ahead. "Keep it down, girl!"

Luna jumped at the low voice that floated from the shadows. Adam crowded against her back in fear.

"Stop it," she whispered at him. "And get out your wand." She pulled her own wand from behind her ear and held it at the ready. "Come into the light."

The figure stepped forward just enough that they could see him, but couldn't identify him. He kept his hat down so that his face remained in dark shadow. "I understand that you are looking into a group that you call 'The Librarians'."

"Y-yes, we are," Adam said when she glared at him. The Librarians were his story, not hers. And he needed to be the one who talked to the source. "I'm AdamMaier and this is my colleague, Luna Lovegood." He seemed to be regaining his confidence, something Luna was grateful for. "Who are you?"

"You may call me 'Deep Thought'," the man responded. "I too have been looking into this group, but I believe that I may have better resources than you do." He slowly untied his overcoat and opened one side to reveal an accordion file. "A few weeks ago, ministry employees from the Department of Magical Law Enforcement conducted a raid on a concentration-style work camp near London. It was being run by your 'Librarians'."

He held up the file.

She'd been afraid, just for a moment, that he was some loon who liked flashing his bits at people. She'd had a curse all ready for both him and Adam if that had been the case.

Adam took the file from the man, both of them keeping a safe distance during the exchange. Once he had it, he stepped quickly back and handed the package to Luna.

"A concentration camp?" Luna asked. Her mind flashed immediately to the night that Dobby had come to get her. Harry had never told her about what had happened, but something like a concentration camp fell in line with his reaction.

"Why hasn't anyone reported it?"

"They control the Prophet," the man in the shadows said, simply.

"They," Adam swallowed thickly and tried again. "They've been following me, I think. My flat was broken into and my notes burned. The wards were not tripped. No doubt they're terrorizing the Prophet's reporters as well, to prevent any mention of them getting out." He gave a wan smile. "Good thing I'm made of sterner stuff."

The comment about the wards made Deep Thought pause. "Just out of curiosity, who laid your wards?"

"Vaisey's Wards," Adam replied. "They cost the earth, but are the best in the business. Before last week I would have said that it was worth every knut."

Deep Thought knew what that meant and was silent for a moment before speaking. "Wards are only good at keeping people out who DON'T know the passwords. Were I you, I'd look into having them changed or have another set layered on top of the current ones. I believe that your colleague is acquainted with a few people who are much more skilled than average in the construction of wards."

He re-tied his coat, the job was slightly more difficult with the leather gloves he'd worn that evening.

"And for you information," he told them, "They're not called 'The Librarians'. They call themselves 'Liberi de Sanctimonia'."

Luna was mentally translating the name as Adam sputtered at being corrected.

"'Children of Purity'? Not in the least bit modest, are they?" She wanted to flip through the folder, to see what all these "Liberi" had gotten up to. Did Harry know about them? Did he have people looking into it?

"How far does it go?" she asked.

"All the way to the top," Adam said. "Have you even been reading my articles? Maria LeGrot herself is one of their puppets."

"That may not be entirely true. What I'm about to say is deep background," Deep Thought responded. "I'm unable to prove anything presently, but we are relatively certain that she's in it up to her eyeballs. It's that, or she has been held under the imperious curse for some time now... but you would have to be very powerful indeed to hold someone under this long."

Her thoughts went to Harry, as they were wont to do. Only this time they were worried. His boss was either a member of a secret organization or their puppet. Neither was a comforting thought.

Adam looked like he wanted to crow about being right, but a glare from her stopped him.

"Is there anything else you can tell me," he asked "Deep Thought". "Do you know anything about the person or people behind the Librar-- Liberi?"

"The Organization is run by someone or something called the Glorious Mother, but no, I do not know who or what that is. So far, the known members all seem to be extremist reactionary pure bloods who think along the lines of the previous dark movement. Indeed, many of them appear to have been Death Eaters or are from Death Eater Families. You will find a list of the operatives that the ministry arrested in the file."

Which meant that "Deep Thought" had access to Ministry documents. She didn't see the dark figure as a part of the secretarial pool. Maybe an Auror or an Unspeakable. Merlin, for all she knew he could be a janitor with a wild imagination and the knack for getting into locked cabinets, but she didn't think so.

"Do the Aurors know," she asked. "Obviously they know about the work camp. But do they know about the Liberi?"

"I would prefer not to comment. I do not know the extent of the dissemination around the Department of Magical Law Enforcement."

She'd take the folder to Harry, to make sure that he knew. Even if half of it was fudged, he needed to know. He could also pass the information along to the Order. If Dumbledore's "Old Crowd" wasn't investigating the Liberi, then they needed to be.

"How do I contact you," Adam asked.

"There is a post box in Cardiff near the Roald Dahl Plass. Draw a phoenix on it in chalk. I will be in touch."

Luna nodded. It wasn't a firm statement that he was in the Order, but it was a pretty good clue.

"Thank you," she said. "We'll put this to good use."

Adam nodded as well. "The more people know about them, the less power that'll have."

Luna wasn't sure that was entirely correct. There were people in the world that were followers. They joined a cause just because they could. They would add to the Liberi's power base.

On the other hand, the public needed to know, needed to be prepared and know what to look out for. Willful ignorance had allowed Voldemort to rise to power, and if printing the truth prevented another fanatic group from taking over, then she's do everything she could to make sure that people had the facts.

"If only that were true." Deep Thought cleared his throat and continued, "I fear that it will get worse before it gets better. Be careful, and watch yourselves. I don't want to see your names in the obituaries." He stepped back into the shadows and melted into them.

Adam turned to her once he was reasonably sure that Deep Thought was gone. Luna wasn't so sure about that, though. She had a feeling that their mysterious source was more crafty than that. She wouldn't be surprised if her were just out of sight, A Wheezes'Extendable Ear stretching out in front of him.

"We need to make copies of it all," she said, indicating the folder still clutched to her chest. "And make sure that we're careful with them. Hide at least one where you think no one will find it, and one in an obvious hiding place. Hopefully if your flat's broken into again they'll find the easy one and assume it's the only one."

She'd hide a copy at Harry's; she was planning on giving him a copy anyway. His house was the safest she knew, except for possibly Draco's. But she didn't want to lead any trouble to Draco and Gin.

"Who do you know that's good with wards?"

Luna frowned. It bothered her that "Deep Thought" seemed to know so much about her. The mysterious wizard hadn't known in advance that she was going to be there. Was it someone who knew her? Knew her family? Or had he researched everyone who worked at theQuib? She wasn't sure which possibility was more disturbing.

"The Weasleys. I'll put you in touch with Arthur Weasley. If he can't improve your wards, he'll know someone who can. Let's get back to the office and get this taken care of. I have a feeling it'll be an all nighter." Just getting an overview of the information in the file would take that long, she feared.

Deep Thought watched them both walk back up the ramp from his spot in the shadows. He had learned that particular trick from Albus Dumbledore a number of years previously, and he found it to be particularly useful. After he saw them both disapparate, he stepped from the shadows, and apparated to his own home.

He turned to the gargoyle at the edge of the wards.

"We see them come. We see them go. Some are fast. And some are slow. Some are high. And some are low."

The gargoyle spoke back to him, before opening the wards. "Not one of them is like another. Don't ask us why. Go ask your mother."

He stepped across the wards with a smile, and strode up the driveway toward his house. When he got there, he was greeted by a seventeen year old girl who was seated cross-legged on the sofa reading a book.

She looked up and greeted him with a smile. "Hullo, Granddad!"

He took off his hat and untied his coat. "'Lo, Verity."



[Summary: Luna and Adam meet with a mysterious source.]