Dear Billy,
As you know, our battle against Voldemort is taking its toll on us. I fear for Harry and his friends greatly everyday. Which is why I'm writing, to ask if they with you for a while in the States. Voldemort is too busy here in England to even think about the U.S. right now. Please Cousin, this boy is our last hope, he needs to be protected, and who better to do that other than you guys? Please think about it and send me your respond.
Sincerely,
Remus Lupin
"Crucio!"
"Harry, look out!" Cried Lupin.
Harry ducked just in time before Lupin lifted his wand and yelled "Avada Kadava!" The Deatheater landed with a soft "thud".
"Thanks." Harry said.
Lupin grabbed his arm, "come on, we need to find Ron and Hermione and get you guys out of here."
They walked down a flight of stairs and around a corner when they saw Ron and Hermione back to back taking on at least five Deatheaters. Harry and Lupin smiled and joined in the "fun".
After they were surrounded by paralyzed bodies, Lupin led them up to his old office were they found Tonks with three bags and blue lowing spoon.
"Lupin," Harry said, knowing what the spoon was," Where are we going?"
"To a little town called Forks, in Washington."
"Where is that?" Ron asked.
"The U.S." Hermione answered.
"Why?" Harry asked.
"Because it's not safe here for you anymore." Tonks answered this time.
Harry almost snorted, "Oh, right, and the past seven years have just been a frolic through the daises."
Lupin glared at him and Harry shut up. "What Tonks ment is that it has gotten more dangerous for you guys, and for precaution we're getting you out of the country."
"But why Forks of all places?" Hermione asked.
"I have a cousin, Billy Black, who lives there; you'll be staying with him and his son, Jacob.
"But I thought all of your family shunned you because you're a werewolf." Harry said.
"Well, Billy and I are kind of in the same boat. So…"
"What?!" The three teenagers asked.
"Well, okay time to go." Tonks said cheerfully. "You all know the drill, ready?"
The trio each grabbed one of the bags Tonks had and touched a part of the glowing eating utensil.
"One, two-"
"Hey, you'd think that if we're going to Forks the portkey should be a fork, not a spoon." Ron wisecracked.
"Ron!" Harry and Hermione yelled.
"Three!" All three felt a familiar jerk behind their navel, and their were off.
