It took three days of the same routine with Ron for something to change. In the dusky morning hours, before anyone was truly awake, Ron told Harry that they had been summoned by the Head Maid. He'd been wondering what the mysterious woman was like when he heard of her. Was she old and strict, with cracked knuckles and sagging skin? Or perhaps kind and pleasantly plump, with smiling eyes and round cheeks? Harry hoped that Luna was of a nice disposition. He didn't think he could handle working under someone like Severus for the rest of his stay.

It turned out, that Luna was not at all what he expected. Though, that wasn't necessarily bad. When Ron crowded him into the small office in the servants quarters, he thought it was a joke. Sitting in a large chair behind a light-wood desk, dwarfed by the seat's frame, was a small blonde girl. She held a pale complexion, a diamond shaped face, and a straight nose. She looked younger than his and Ron's age, and she greeted him with a dreamy smile and a thin outstretched hand.

"Hello Harry, I'm Luna. I apologize for not meeting you until now, we had a terrible nargle infestation on the second floor."

Harry took the hand after Ron raised a challenging eyebrow at him. He was nothing if not adaptable. Still, if this was really a joke, he was going to murder his friend. Luna seemed a bit too weird to be real. What even was a nargle?

"Pleased to meet you?" He said, shaking the hand and trying to keep away his suspicions in case this was real.

Luna smiled bigger, her teeth peeking out from under a thin upper lip. It didn't quite reach her eyes, which were drifting across the room. When they landed on Ron, she frowned.

"Ronald, Gred and Forge were looking for you. They said something about testing, I hope you're not sick?"

Harry looked to Ron as well. His friend's eyes went wide before he smacked a hand to his forehead.

"No! Aw, bloody hell I totally spaced. They're gonna kill me." With that statement, Ron rushed out the door. Not even a wave goodbye, he must have been really worried about what Fred and George would do.

"I hope things have been going well for you Harry." Luna said, turning her smile back to him. She still seemed distracted, but Harry got the impression that's just how she was.

"Yes, I enjoy working here with Ron. Can I ask…" He hesitated, not wanting to offend his boss or get into trouble. Luna motioned for him to continue. "Why you look so young?"

He waited for Ron to burst back in and laugh, for the joke to be revealed. All that happened was a strange shift in Luna's demeanor. Her shoulders hunched and her face became pained. Harry sucked in a breath, he'd really messed up this time.

"It's alright." Luna said, her large blue eyes were getting a bit shiny. Oh god, had he made her cry? "Bad memories, is all. I'm the boss because I've worked here the longest….most leave when their debt is repaid, or even get made into actual mafioso if they show enough promise."

"But you…?" Harry asked, cursing his own curiosity. His heart clenched at Luna's next words.

"Don't have that option."

Harry let his shock take away any other words he wanted to say. He watched Luna wipe her face and put on that far-away smile. She rambled a bit about work and a few things Harry didn't quite understand. Was a crumple-horned snorkack just imaginary? His mind was as distant as hers, lost in thought of how stupid he'd been. Getting comfortable in Riddle Manor, what was he thinking?

These past few days had gone by in a blur, laughing with Ron, actually enjoying his job for once. He'd forgotten where he was. Harry promised himself he wouldn't do so again. This was the mafia, not a bed and breakfast. The Slytherin familia hurt people. Killed people. Trapped people like Luna. As he left her office, Harry wondered just how long she had been stuck here, in servitude.

Ron didn't show up by the time their duties were about to start. Though Harry was peeved, he just went about them as usual without his partner. They still hadn't changed jobs, so it was the up to the third floor and all its extravagancy. It was slower without his friend, and now with the heavy weight of Luna's story on his mind. He put all his energy from anger on her behalf into his cleaning, Rubbing away dust with a hard pressed hand, and scowling at stains.

He walked into the next office with the same sour face, only to startle at the sight of a person standing at the back window. She turned, chin-length brown hair swinging around her shoulders and stared him down with fierce brown eyes. She had a sort of beauty, with thick eyebrows and lips, a button nose and large teeth. He saw those when she gave Harry a short-lived smile. She wore the usual black suit of the mafioso, with a pressed blue tie.

"Mr. Potter. Sit down." She said, leaving no room for refusal.

A gleam came over her eyes when Harry sat down in the uncomfortable wooden chair in front of her desk. He swallowed, and asked a hesitant question.

"Am I in trouble?" He felt like he was being reprimanded by a school teacher.

She shook her head, leaning over the desk to peer into his soul. He wanted to know what he was doing her, being intimidated by a young woman his age in an office he was supposed to be cleaning. But he felt like asking to many questions was not a good idea. She was on the third floor, after all.

"Mr. Potter, there are three people who get to know things here in Slytherin." She made sure he was listening and continued, looking out the window. "One is the don. Two is the consigliere. Three is me, Hermione Granger, I help handle getting said information."

"Um." Harry cursed himself when the noise slipped out. He just couldn't help it. Why was he here?!

"You're interesting, from what I here. Questions are in order."

Harry swallowed again. He didn't want to be interrogated! This wasn't good at all!

"I'm nothing, really! I'm just...just Harry."

She smiled, amused at his protests, and then came the wave of questions.

"Really, certain folks tell me otherwise. How do you win all the games you play? Is it cheating? Or are you telling the truth, and it's luck?"

"Um, the last one." Harry said, he still didn't know how this was happening.

He'd been so careful about being inconspicuous. At least, he thought he had, but it seemed you can't keep secrets in the mafia, unless you're trained to do so. Hermione nodded, eyes still on the courtyard outside.

"Has it always been that way for you? Lucky?

"Yes! I swear!" He didn't know why he wanted to convince her so badly, but he felt it would be bad if he didn't.

Hermione turned to stare him in the eyes again. Her intensity made him squirm. For his first time being interrogated, he was doing pretty badly holding down nerves. There was no way he'd be able to prepare a lie, that must be why she blindsided him like this.

"Really?" She slowly fiddled with the cuff of her suit. He did not want to know what was under there, if anything. "You're not lying?"

"No!" He yelled almost too loudly. She studied his face for an uncomfortable amount of time, taking in all the lines and angles. Looking for any sign that he wasn't telling the truth.

"Alright. Thank you, Mr. Potter, you may go to lunch now." Hermione said.

Apparently, she saw his honesty. Harry sighed in relief. He rushed out of his seat and to the door. Stopping only when Hermione spoke one last time.

"The don has been asking after you."

When he turned to see her face, he found her back to him. Facing the window again, he couldn't see her face to discern its intentions. Not that that would give her away anyway.

"Oh." He said and threw himself through the door to escape.

Why had she told him that? Was it too be nice? Give him a heads up? Or to further rile him? Harry couldn't tell. Whatever it was, it certainly had his anxiety in overdrive. Why was the big boss looking into him? Just because he was a little lucky in some card games? It didn't make sense.

He met Ron in the kitchens for lunch. The redhead's face looked a bit worse for wear, and his normal cheery disposition was replaced by exhaustion. All Harry's anger at his friend for ditching him faded away at his friend's current state. He must have really gone through hell with his brothers.

"Mate, where you been? Fred and George had me test out their latest line of weapons all morning, but I thought you'd get here before me." Ron said when he saw Harry.

Harry waited until he'd scarfed down his lunch to answer. Trying to think of what to say. He went for honesty again, it hadn't failed him yet today.

"I got interrogated."

"What? Really? Awesome!" At Harry's incredulous look, he quickly elaborated. "I mean, at least they're interested in you, right? Could be a chance to get out of the servant's quarters!"

"I like the servants quarters! I don't want the mafia to be interested in me, whatever the reason is."

Ron laughed through a mouthful of food. He must be crazy, Harry thought.

"Whatever you say, mate."

They continued in silence until lunch hour was over. By that time, the door slammed into the opposite wall as it was pushed open.

"Rejoice! The great Weasley twins have arrived!" Both Fred and George sang as they marched through the door.

"Oh dear god no!" Ron groaned."You said we were done!"

The twins shook their heads with the weird synced thing they had.

"We're not here for you, dear brother." George said, as he and Fred fixed Harry with a pointed stare.

"Me?" Harry asked, not knowing if he should be scared. By Ron's state, and the twins devious grins, the answer was yes.

"We're here to cash in-" Fred said.

"One of the favors we owe." George followed.

"Since you don't seem inclined-"

"To do so yourself."

Harry looked between them with worry. What the hell were they going to do to him? He asked as much. The twins answered by dragging him out of the kitchen and out the door. They weaved through the courtyard, passing a garden Harry wished to wander though. Anything would be better than whatever he was about to be subjected to. Finally, they stopped at their destination.

"A shooting range?" Harry said, looking at the rows of walls separating targets.

George reached into his holster, the same thing Harry had been avoiding looking at on all the Slytherin members. He pulled out a short gun, handing it over to Harry, who tried to avoid taking it. He didn't want to be that near to a weapon. But it was pressed into his hands anyway. He stared at the dangerous piece of shining metal. Guns could kill people. Could kill him. There was no way he wanted to be around one.

"Gotta learn to protect yourself sometime Harry. Right Fred?"

"Right George. And we'll teach you how."

His wariness around the weapon lessened with the offer of protection. He worked in a dangerous place. Thoughts of Luna, trapped in servitude came to his mind. He didn't think they'd prevent him from leaving when the debt was gone, but he couldn't know for sure. Had Luna known?

It would be good to know the basics of weaponry, just in case.

"Okay, lesson start!" George proclaimed as they walked up to the range.

They taught Harry how to hold and point the gun with two hands, adjusting his posture and hand placement. Fred pointed out the parts of the gun he need to know and George taught him how to reload the clip. By the time they got to the actually shooting, Harry was stuffed full of new information he struggled to remember.

"Go!" The twins yelled as Harry squeezed the trigger.

He must have missed the target by a couple feet at least. Harry frowned at the shot with twins had made hitting the bullseye look so easy! Ugh!

"Try again!" Fred encouraged.

"Yeah, and this time don't close your eyes." George teased.

He did. Again and again and again. Harry didn't hit the target once. In fact, he seemed to get worse. He wanted to throw the hunking silver piece of crap. See if that hit the stupid target! By dinner, both twins were whispering off to the side and giving him strange looks. When they came back over, they looked just as disappointed as Harry himself.

"Maybe your luck only works with card games?" George half-joked half-asked.

"Yeah…" Harry said, his shoulders slumped.

His luck wasn't something he wanted of be reminded didn't mention what he knew to be true. That his luck had saved his life multiple times. No way of knowing where that information would end up. Harry didn't want it in the wrong hands.

"Cheer up, Harry." Fred said.

"There's always tomorrow!" George said.

Twin grins shined down on him, side by side. Harry gave a weak smile back. Little did he know that his life would change tomorrow.

Tom's in the next chapter, I promise! Anyway, hope you like interrogator!Hermione and lovely Luna.