Elowen's eyes did not widen in shock, her round glasses did not fall off, nor did she even show a sign of surprise or fear. Instead, she simply smiled.

"Another warning," She thought to herself, "I think that makes five now."

Elowen laughed, the light tinkling of her giggles echoed around her ears as she handed over the money for her newspaper.

Her husband stood outside of their work building, his expression furrowed in worry.

"Who was that?" He asked. Bringing his wife into a strong hug.

"Oh, the one who apparated? Just another worker for the ministry, he didn't give me his name though." She chuckled, "It seems that I have been given another warning, love. I swear the ministry is just like that poltergeist who lives in my sock drawer, all bark and no bite."

She chuckled again, taking her husband's hand.

Within the week, the news was everywhere.

"The dark lord has returned!"

"Quibbler states that Voldermort is back!"

"Is the Ministry lying to us?"

Every paper in town had a story about Voldermort's apparent return. Elowen's little article inspired every other newspaper to cover the same issue. As long as the journalist could blame the story on another source, they could publish anything. You can't get in trouble for something someone else did.

The whole wizarding world was in a panic. Stores shut down, police were everywhere and everybody and their cat was claiming they had seen him.

The minister himself had to appear on TV, but it takes more than one program to assure whole countries that what they had seen on every news station was not true.

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Elowen was walking home; she took the uninhabited path, surrounded by wildlife.

As her feet trode across the earthy path, she heard a noise behind her. It was faint, barely able to be heard, but she had definitely heard something. She twisted her neck, ever so slightly, but couldn't see anything.

It continued like this for sometime.

She was giving advice to the trees and their love lives, when she heard the noise again, louder then before. She turned around quickly, her whole body rotating so she could quickly glimpse what was behind her. But she wasn't quick enough.

A cloud of grey and black came flying towards her, it seemed to run through her, slipping through her fingers like smoke. It turned, flying through for a second time. Elowen crashed to the ground, her hands flimsily waving around her head. She tried to protect herself, but it was no use, she was helpless.

The Dementor came face to face with her, its rotting hand out to her. Its bony, decaying fingers grasped her pale skin, forcing her to look straight at it. The gaping hole in the middle of its face grew wider, twisting and morphing as it sucked out her happiness.

"Stop!" came a sharp voice from behind the shadow of the trees.

The Dementor screeched, pausing before flying out of sight.

"We warned you, Mrs. Lovegood." Said the man, stepping out of the shadows. His face was clouded by darkness, but she recognised the voice from the other day.

"I told you we know everything. We knew you usually take this path on weekends, we know what pub your husband visits and," he paused, "we know where your beautiful little daughter is."

The man walked up to her. She was lying on the ground, barely able to speak, let alone get up. He flung his foot forwards, hitting Elowen's eye with a sharp thud. She screamed in pain, her eye swelling up.

"You have become quite an inconvenience to the ministry." He said, then walked back into the shadows.

When Elowen awoke, she was safely on the couch in her home.

"You're awake!" Said Xenophilius, rushing to his wife. "We found you unconscious near the forest."

Elowen shot up, the pillows and quilts propping her head tumbled to the ground.

"The ministry!" she shouted, still to woozy to stand, "I have to write a story, people need to know."

Before she could do anything, her legs gave way, sending her toppling to the couch. She fainted again, the effort of standing too much for her.

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Elowen sat at her desk, surrounded by potions.

She had always loved her potions class at Hogwarts, and ever since fourth year, whenever she became stressed she would try to experiment.

The pinks and blues of aconite and moonstone, danced in front of her as she mixed the two together. When she saw the colours of the potions she forgot all about the events of this morning, the sparkling toxins seemed to entrance her mind.

"Oh Luna, darling you're back." She said, noticing her daughter in the doorframe. "Can you do me a HUGE favour and grab those flowers for me outside, near that…"

Elowen trailed off, as her daughter skipped out of the room. She was unsure of what she was seeing, but she could have sworn she saw something move out there, something large. She convinced herself she was just being paranoid; her mind was simply playing tricks on her. But in the back of her mind she was sure that she had seen someone out there.

"If you're trying to scare me, Ministry, it's not working. The people need to know what you are doing, and I'm not going to give up." She muttered, barely under her breath.

The second she said this, something moved near her window.

"If that's how it is going to be, then we have no choice…"

It was said almost to quickly to be heard, a whisper that was lost among the wind. But Elowen had heard it.

She took a deep breath.

This was it.

"Avada Kedavra!"

A flash of light came through her window, hitting her on the chest. Her shoulders flew back and she strained her neck, the pain surging through her body was unbearable, but she new soon it would be over. Soon everything would be over.

She fell to the ground, dead.

Her lifeless body went limp, right arm outstretched, her cold, glassy eyes stuck in an eternal stare.

"Mother?" Luna said, walking through the doorframe.

She stopped. Dropping the blooming flowers she was holding.

"Mother? Mother?" Screamed Luna, rushing to her mother's side.

"Please wake up," She whispered, "Please wake up."