Dean Thomas slowly approached the door of a strange large yellow house. It had your normal while picket fence surrounding neatly cut grass. An oak tree lay in the middle of the grass like an island in the ocean. Dean noticed tree house up in the tree although it looked as if had been used in years.
Dean squeezed his strap of his backpack and nervously patted his feet on the "Welcome!" pat before pushing the door bell. He pushed it twice.
A middle-aged woman with curly brown hair answered the door, "Hello?"
"Um yea, hi," Dean mumbled nervously, "Is Justin home?"
"Yes he is. He's up stairs packing; he can't wait to get back to school. Who are who?"
"Dean Thomas, I'm friend from school. Can I talk to him?"
"Oh, well of course. It's nice to meet Thomas." She stepped aside to let him inside, but he went he threw one last look over his shoulder to make sure he wasn't being followed.
"Justin, honey," Mrs.Finch-Fletchley called upstairs, "Dean Thomas is here from school."
As he and his friends expected, Justin had can from a wealthy family. The house was too neat with rich gold walls and white carpets. Expensive paintings and sculptures hang on the walls and on tables.
"Who?" Called a surprised Justin, he left his room and went out to the balcony overlooking the main entrance. "Thomas what are you doing here?"
"Um, well I was just in the neighborhood," Dean lied, glancing at Mrs. Finch, "And I just miss you. I mean we got so close in the Defense against the Dark Arts Club."
Justin seemed to get the hint, "That just great," he didn't sound as realistic as Dean, "Why don't you come up and we can catch up."
Dean walked the marble staircase to up where Justin was standing. He followed Justin into his room. Justin's was painted a rich yellow with black furniture. Posters of Muggle rock bands hung on the walls. Dean went over and stood by a wall board filled with pictures of Justin's friends, some magical some not. Dean recognized Ernie Macmillian, Susan Bones and Hannah Abbott, all members of Dumbledore's Army.
Justin closed his door quietly and turned to face Dean, "So what is all about?"
"Did you get a letter from the Muggle-born Registration Commission?"
"Yea, my hearing is on August 30, right before we go back to Hogwarts."
"You're not actually going, are you?"
"Of course I am. I can't go to Hogwarts if I don't. Aren't you going to yours?"
"Nope, I already did not show up. Mine's was last week."
"Why didn't you go?"
"Well I got this letter from Seamus; you know his mom works for the Department of Magical Transportation. And she told him that the muggleborns that have gone into for their hearing haven't come out."
"Really?" Justin didn't seem very convince.
"Yea, and now there looking for me."
"You're on the run?" Justin sounded shock, "You came here?"
"Don't worry I'll leave soon as I'm done talking to you," Dean was annoyed.
"What else is there to discuss?"
"Well," said Dean, "I'm meeting Colin and Dennis Creevey and the train station at four and was wondering if you wanted join us?"
"Join you where?"
Dean sighed; he didn't think was going to be this hard.
"I not actually sure where, but as far away from here as we can get without being caught, France maybe."
"France?" Justin looked stunned.
"Yea, so are you coming?"
"No," Justin looked insulted, "I'm going to Hogwarts."
"Are you really that thick?" Dean said frustrated, "Do you honestly think they'll let you go to Hogwarts?"
"What are you talking about?"
"Have you living under rock? Last year? The Deatheaters? Dumbledore's death? Rufus Scrimgeour is even dead now. You-know-who is taking over everything and I will bet my left foot he's behind this Muggleborn crap.
"You really think so?"
Dean was relieved; he seemed to finally have Justin's attention.
"Yea, I really think so," mumbled Dean.
"So, you think I should go with you?"
"Yea, I don't know what they are doing with the Muggleborns that go in for the hearing but it's something bad."
"Why are you helping me?"
It was a fair question, Dean didn't even who to trust anymore.
"Well we're the DA together and I guess the more the merrier."
"Safety in numbers," Justin said in deep thought.
"Yea."
Justin paced up and down in front of his bed.
"I guess I don't have a choice." Justin said.
"So you're coming?"
"Yea"
"Great! Meet me at King's Cross at four o'clock, pack light."
Justin sighed, "What am I going to tell my friends?"
Dean looked shock, "Nothing! Absolutely nothing! Letters are being intercepted and read. We can't let anyone know where are going. We can't risk it; it's going be risky enough. You can't even tell your parents if you're going with us."
"You mean you didn't tell anyone? Seamus? Your family?"
"No," Dean looked at the ground, "Seamus sent me the letter in the first place so I think he will figure it out when I don't show up at Hogwarts and my parents think I'm at a friend's house before I go to Hogwarts."
"Alright I won't tell anyone."
"Good, I'll meet you at platform nine and three quarters." Dean turned to leave.
"Dean wait!" Justin came running down the stairs.
"What?"
"Thanks."