Early Saturday morning I was awoken by my mom's busy bustling around the house. I turned my head to look at my clock and was annoyed to find that it was 7:30 in the morning. That is way too early to wake up on a weekend. Luckily I was able to fall back to sleep. I was having a nice dream about a mysterious guy with dark hair and striking green eyes. I was about to be reunited with my mystery guy when I was rudely awaken by my mom a half an hour later.

"Tina, you need to get up," she stated while shaking my shoulder.

Her abrupt awakening startled me. "What's wrong mom," I asked alarmingly.

"Tina, I need you to pack some of your clothing into this bag and some of your toiletries. We are going to be leaving home in exactly thirty minutes."

"But, why are we leaving? Is something wrong?"

"Sorry, but I do not have time to tell you. You need to get out of bed now and do as I said."

My mom walked hurriedly out of my room and into the living room. I could hear her talking to someone and assumed that it was over the phone. I did as my mom instructed and packed a few of my clothing essentials and my face wash, toothbrush, hair brush and comb. By the time I finished getting dressed we had ten minutes left before departure.

During the ten minutes my mom and I sat in silence. For some reason it seemed the moment to remained silent. I sat on the couch wondering what was going on and why my mother couldn't tell me. All I could understand was that my intuition was telling me that we were running away from something or someone.

I was taken from my deep thoughts when I heard a car pull into the drive way at eight-thirty. I looked to my mom and she motioned for me to follow her outside. In the drive way sat a yellow taxi and beside it stood a guy in a black suit. My mom nodded to the guy and he went into the house. While my mom and I were seating ourselves into the taxi the black-suited guy loaded our luggage into the trunk. Afterward he seated himself into the driver's seat, curiously looked around and then started to drive off.

Our taxi ride ended in front of the Shreveport Regional Airport. Standing in front of the entrance were two more black-suited guys. The two men helped us out of the taxi and then retrieved our luggage. Afterward they led us into the airport. Amazingly there were no long lines and we were able to check in our luggage rather quickly. Even stranger was that security at the gate was rather light and it did not take long to get to our gate. Soon after we got to our gate we heard a women come on the intercom, "Passengers on flight twelve to England are now boarding".

"That's us," my mom stated as the two guards led us to the gate then showed the same lady our tickets. As we settled into the plane I noticed that we and the two guards were the only passengers.

"So, it's England that we are going to," I stated to my mom.

"Yes, Tina."

"Why," I asked.

"Dear, I can't tell you everything right now, but know that this is for our safety and that hopefully everything will be alright in England."

"Mom, does this have anything to do with Uncle?"

I saw my mom flinch at the sound of "Uncle" and became even more uneased.

"Is something wrong with him mom", I asked nervously.

"Tina, something has come up and we must go to England."

"Mom is something wrong with Uncle," I asked again while fearing an answer. Sadly that answer came when my mom let a tear escape from her right eye. "Is he sick or something?"

"No, he's not sick," and with that statement I knew that he was dead.

"Then that would explain why he hasn't come to visit this summer yet," I stated.

The rest of the trip was very uneventful. I cried silently in my seat a few times. I couldn't believe that Uncle was dead. He meant the world to me. Ever since I was very little he would come and visit during the summer. He was always nice and charming. At every visit he would bring treats and gifts from his home town and tell me sensational stories about a magical world of wizards and witches. At each visit he would drill me on the stories to make sure that I kept everything in long-term memory. He was the uncle that towered over everyone he met and had a sparkle to his blue eyes that seemed to entrance everyone he met. I was saddened to know that I would never see that sparkle again or feel his eyes x-ray me when I got into trouble. Trouble, I thought. He wouldn't be there for me when trouble came again. He always seemed to find his way to Louisiana when trouble ensued. When money was tight, when there was trouble in the family or when there was a death of a loved one he would be there almost instantly, so it was to know he couldn't be here to comfort me now.

I was surprised to find the plane touch down because I did not notice the descent. When we exited the plane the two men led us to the airport entrance where another taxi (this time green) was waiting for us. Standing outside of the taxi was a man wearing red and purple plaid pants with bowling shoes and red poncho. He really stood out from the crowd and the two black-suited men seem to think so also. They quickly loaded our luggage into the trunk while the weirdly dressed man helped my mom and I into the car. As we drove off I looked around the airport and noticed the multi-cultural crowd bustling around. I kept my eye out looking at the scenery. I expected that we were traveling to Uncle's house. I wasn't quite sure what it looked like though because I had never seen a picture of it, so I was surprised to see a tall and unbalanced looking house when we pulled into a driveway. The house was surrounded by a untamed garden and chickens ran amok everywhere.

"Well, welcome to my home sweet home", the driver commented as he turned off the car. "I know it's not much," he continued as he seemed to be having trouble with his keys in the ignition. "Oh, yeah," he stated as he finally got the keys out. "I do love these contraptions, but they are slightly difficult to handle," he stated while giving a big smile to my mother and I in the back seat. He got out of the car and opened up the car doors for my mother and me. Afterward he opened the trunk and took out our luggage. "Right this way," he stated while motioning for us to follow him to the front door. When we got to the front door the man knocked and a woman's voice followed.

"Arthur is that you, dear", the lady questioned.

"Yes", Arthur replied," but you need to ask me the code question."

"Oh, dear what is your favorite past time?"

"To fix and read about muggle cars."

"That's right dear", the woman exclaimed. "Now come on in."

The lady opened the door and my mother and I followed her inside. As I stepped into a kitchen I was deep in thought wondering if I actually heard the man use the word "muggle".

"Welcome to our home", the lady greeted my mother me. "Come and sit", the lady said while showing us the long benches at the wooden table. "Would you like something to eat? I am sure the trip was very long coming with muggle transportation.

"Mom what is this lady talking about", I asked very confused.

"Oh dear, does she not know yet", the lady asked.

"Yes and no Molly", answered Arthur. "Ms. Perkins knows but her daughter, Tina, does not."

"Isn't this about Uncle", I asked.

It was Arthur's turn to be confused, "Who is Uncle?"

"This isn't about Uncle's death", I asked my mom.

"No Tina, this is about something else", my mom exclaimed.

Molly turned back to her cooking as Arthur leaned in to explain. "Tina, you and your mother have been brought to England for your protection."

"Protection from what", I asked.

"There is a very dangerous man in England that we are afraid may try to contact your mother. We brought you and your mother her because we feel that we can give you the best protection."

"That makes no sense", I exclaimed. "Why would you bring us to England where this dangerous guy is located?"

"He believes that your mother is still in the States. While your mother was there she did not have much security. Here we can provide your mother and you with much security. We have a group of people who are trained and devoted to hunting down this man and stopping him in his tracks."

"What does this guy have to do with my mother?"

"Well, he has a lot to do with your mother and a lot to do with you."

"Why?"

"Tina, he's your father", my mom answered.