"This is the second Wizarding War, you both should know this. You teach Aurors!" Echo exclaimed, in a fit of tears. "I want to fight." Clifford and Wilhelmina Trenton stood before their daughter, arms folded.
"We'll have to talk about this," Clifford responded.
"There shouldn't be anything to talk about. I'm seventeen now, I'm of age. It should be my choice on returning to Hogwarts or not," Echo responded.
"Evangeline," her mother Wilhelmina started.
"Don't 'Evangline' me, mother. We all know he's going to attack my school, no doubt about that. But it's my right to want to fight back. Harry Potter is fighting back, so are Ron and Hermione, don't you think that's dangerous, too? Either way, every single one of us is in danger. Wouldn't you feel better that we're not just living in vain?"
Evangline, "Echo", Trenton had wisened up in the last few years. Upon her antics on sneaking back off to Hogwarts during her 5th year, she realized how serious things had become. She reunited with her old friends, the troublesome trio, and learned that everyone was terrified in some way of the Dark Lord's return. Fighting her way through year five was quite difficult for her, being homeschooled for three years, and now learning how to use her powers as an animorphmagus and to evade certain students in the hallways. She was now in her seventh year and caught up with how things work around Hogwarts, who to trust and who not to (even though in this day and age, who can you really trust?).
"Clifford, she's right. We really should know better, considering our place in the Wizarding World," Echo's mother retorted.
"Just…be careful out there. I know that's not saying much considering the fact that You-Know-Who is loose, but you have to keep a keen eye on whoever is around. You know your allies, keep them close. I'll get your truck from the attic," her father said. Within seconds a large leather trunk appeared before his daughter. Grabbing onto the handle, Echo hauled it up the stairs to pack her belongings to catch the Hogwarts Express tomorrow morning.