"Did you read the Prophet today?" Magda sat down at the kitchen table as I cast a quick spell to wash the dishes from breakfast.

"No, why?" I could hear the worry in her voice. Magda wasn't much of a worrier so this was something to pay attention to.

"Well, you know how Harry said that those muggles were actually killed by wizards."

"Yeah, so?"

"It happened again. This time fifty of them were muggleborn wizards and witches. Above the place they were killed someone sent up the dark mark." She was close to tears. I sat down in the chair beside her and patted her back.

"Relax, Maggie. It's probably just a joke. Some old death eaters got drunk, found a building with a bunch of dead muggles and decided to scare a few people."

"What kinds of people do that as a joke?" I gave her look.

"Think of all the shit that we learned about them in History." "I don't know. It seems too coincidental to me."

"We'll ask Teddy about it tonight. If anyone's going to tell us something it's him." I told her. She nodded trying to convince herself that I was right. I guess Magda did have something to worry about she was a muggleborn, after all. She was rarely alone and a death eater wouldn't dare bother a muggle born or even a muggle around one of us.

I didn't have time to think about much else because Gran kept us busy the rest of the day. The Order was coming for dinner tonight and Harry asked if he could use the Burrow so Gran called in all the help she could, Magda and I with Nikki, Louis, James, Albus, Rose, Lily, Hugo, Drake, and Libby.

Gran had us de-gnoming the garden, washing dishes, setting up the tables outside because all of us wouldn't fit inside. She also had us helping cook and getting food from the garden. We also had to clean upstairs and change the sheets because some of the Order would be staying the night. It was amazing the amount of things that she had for us to do, before I knew it Gran told us to get cleaned up for dinner.

I quickly showered because I was covered in dirt from working in the garden. The familiar feel of the cotton of my favorite shirt caressed my skin as I pulled it on. I smoothed my jeans as I entered the kitchen.

Magda was already carrying food out to the giant tables. I don't know why we aren't allowed to just fly it out, something about Uncle Fred and George almost taking Uncle Harry's heads off with a breadboard.

Gran handed my two large flagons of pumpkin juice and shushed me outside. I was greeted by the members of the Order who had already arrived. Ex- Minister of Magic Kingsley Shacklebolt and Granddad were standing by the garden. Oliver Wood, a friend who had joined after Voldemort's defeat was sitting, Uncle George, Aunt Angelina and Lee Jordan were sitting under the largest tent. Others milled around admiring Gran's flowers and such.

I had just set the flagons down when a pair of arms snaked around my waist and someone kissed my neck. "This is becoming your signature move, you know." I giggled.

"Is it? I hope I'm not becoming predictable!" He said in mock horror. I lightly smacked his arm and started toward the house. He was grabbing at my hands the entire time which earned him a slap on the top of his head with a wooden spoon.

"Teddy, would you behave!" Gran said trying to be stern but she was unable to keep from smiling at him. She adored Teddy and had never really yelled at him. She handed us the last of the heaping plates of food and sent us back out.

Neville and Hannah had gotten there by now and they had set up camp with the rest of the members of the DA.

Although the Order was just for show nowadays they still got new members, like Neville, Luna, Oliver Wood, Angelina, and some of Harry, Ron and Hermione's other friends from Hogwarts. Almost all of Dumbledore's Army, a gang that Harry ran while at Hogwarts had joined the Order after graduating.

Teddy and I joined out friends at the back of the tent. We were greeted with warm welcomes from some of the friends like Olympia Jameson, an Auror and new member of the Order, who hadn't been at the picnic the week before.

Everyone got seated and Gran yelled at everyone to start eating which was normal for these meetings. Something that was unusual was the somber air that seemed to hang above the tables. Usually these meetings were one of the few places we got to hear stories of the old days. We always sat in the same place because Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny and their friends sat up the table a bit, close enough that we could hear them but they could ignore us. Also Gran, Granddad and their friends sat behind us so we could hear stories of the first time Voldemort was around and the second. No one was telling stories tonight, the top of the table was keeping their voices low and we couldn't hear them and Gran's end wasn't talking at all.

After everyone was stuffed with Gran's amazing cooking, the actually meeting started. Uncle Harry stood up; he was the leader of the Order. He went through the usual business of welcoming everyone and thanking them for coming. Then he got very serious. "As you all know, on July 27, there was an attack in which one hundred muggles were killed. There was no evident cause of death so I went and checked it out. I'm sorry to say that all of the deaths were caused by wizards. Last night there was another attack this time it was fifty muggleborns. They were killed all over England but they all had something in common. The dark mark was sent up over every one of them. Now I know you are thinking of how tabooed the dark mark has become over the past thirty some years but I believe that this is more than a teen gang or a group of old death eaters looking for some fun." Magda squeezed my hand under the table and shot me a worried look. "I don't know who it is but I encourage you all to be on guard, especially those in high places." The group erupted in whispers. I looked at Teddy. "Do you know anything else?" He shook his head. "I wish I did but I really can't help. It doesn't look good though no good at all." I studied his face. The carefree boy who had chased me across the lawn was gone completely and it made me think of the pictures of his father. Olympia said the same thing.

"Frenchy, it looks to me like we are in deep shit. The problem is we don't know with whom." She was never somber. My stomach sank. That's when I knew.

This really wasn't a joke. This was real and we just might be in real danger.