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AN: Since I started this fic, new names have been added to the roster. As such, I decided to add their chapters in between chapters further down the list. Enjoy.

"Albert Runcorn I presume," Scorpius said with a scowl on his face and the man puffed himself up.

"Come to stare have you?" he asked haughtily, a look of disdain on his face. "Come to see what happens when your side loses the war?"

"I've come to talk to you about some of your former associates," Scorpius said in a commanding voice and Runcorn snorted.

"What makes you think that I would know anything useful," he said, waving his hands at his cell. "I've been in here for forty years. Plenty of time for the trail of whoever you're chasing to go cold."

"Oh but I think you will be very helpful," Scorpius said as he sat down. Runcorn rolled his eyes.

"And what makes you think that, disgrace of the Malfoy name?" he asked contemptuously. "Oh yes, I know of your relationship with the mudblood's spawn."

"My relationship with Rose is not the subject at hand," Scorpius said coldly, before leaning forward. "I want to know about Martin Howard."

"Why should I know anything?" Runcorn spat angrily and Scorpius sighed.

"I know that you were lovers for several years before ending your relationship," Scorpius said and Runcorn scowled. "And I know that you knew him better than anyone."

"I didn't know him as well as I thought I did," Runcorn said bitterly. "I caught him cheating on me with another man."

Scorpius raised an eyebrow and Runcorn continued, his voice rising in anger.

"He meant the world to me. And then he just threw it all in my face!"

"But you were with him for some time," Scorpius said and Runcorn turned away.

"That was years ago. Now, I doubt that I could tell you anything of use," he said, before shrugging. "But...that bastard deserves everything he gets. What do you want to know?"

"You're ready to talk?" Scorpius asked, surprised for the first time since he arrived and Runcorn snorted.

"Oh don't worry blood traitor. I'm not about to start singing praises for mudbloods and other filth," he growled. "But I really hate Martin. If we had won, I would have been involved with spreading the Dark Lord's message to America. And I would have made him beg for mercy before I killed him!"

For a moment, Scorpius was taken aback by the venom in Runcorn's voice. Then he smiled and leaned forward.

"Where would he run to if he had to run?" he asked and Runcorn began to speak once more.