"Come on, Hun! Time to get up! You've been asleep for who knows how long!" Mum's cheery voice woke me up, and I wondered if the previous day had all been a crazy dream.

"Mummy," I groaned, as I stretched lazily in my bed. "What time is it?"

"It's two o'clock! In the afternoon, that is. Come on, get out of bed, you lazy lump, and come have some lunch." Two o' clock! Was it really possible that I had slept for almost a full day?! My stomach grumbled, and I jumped out of bed. I yawned as I walked down the stairs, and my father walked by in a full dress suit.

"Well, look here! I thought I was going to have to come in there soon and dump a nice big bucket of cold water on you!"

I merely grunted, not in the mood to talk. I needed food. Finally, after shoving a meatball sub into my mouth in what must be a world record, I asked, "Daddy, why are you dressed like that? It's Saturday, right?"

Dad chuckled. "Yes, Juliet, very astute of you. Actually, I have a meeting at my office, and I'll be back in about an hour." He gave Mum a quick peck on the cheek, and repeated the process for me.

I decided to go and get ready for the rest of the day. As I was getting dressed, I happened to look out my window, and I saw a group of people standing on my lawn. I rushed to finish getting dressed, and hurried downstairs and outside.

I had to cover my eyes with my hand from the bright sunlight as I walked barefoot over to my father and the group of people. They did not look like the type of people that were just dropping by for some afternoon tea, let's just say.

"Bell, I must tell you that the Dark Lord is not a very patient man. He wants an answer now." A man in a long robe-type garment spoke harshly. He called my father by his surname; I wouldn't exactly take that as a good sign.

"Who is that?" Another man with asked, jerking his thumb at me. He had very wolfish features, and to be honest, he scared me quite a bit.

"This is my daughter Juliet. Juliet, why don't you go inside," Daddy said, knowing it was pointless to even say such a thing. I've always been the type to want to be in all the action, and never on the sidelines.

Dad then took a little tiny step in front of me, so small you hardly noticed a difference, but I wasn't having that. I jumped out from behind my father and said with feigned politeness, "And who might you be?"

The men chuckled. "Quite a daughter you got, eh, Bell?" Someone called from the opposite direction that I was facing. The wolfish man stepped towards me, and licked his lips. I gave a slight, hardly noticeable shudder, but the man grinned nonetheless. "Name's Greyback. Fenrir Greyback."

As I started to reply with a polite, "It's nice to meet you," my father cut in. His voice was very stern as he said, "Juliet, go in the house and help your mother with something."

"Okay, Daddy," I replied in a chirpy voice. "But don't be too long, Mummy and I are making cookies and they should be done any second now! I know how much you love a warm cookie!" The men laughed again as I walked into the house, my face bright red from embarrassment.

I walked in and joined Mum by the opened window, listening to the men talking. As I was sitting, Mum flicked me. It hurt. "Ow," I said in a whisper, "what was that for?"

"You could've been killed!"

We then proceeded to argue about whether or not I would've been killed in broad daylight in the middle of a non-magical neighborhood. Therefore, we missed the whole talk, and we jumped up as my father came into the living room and slumped onto the couch. We sat beside him.

"Well? What did they say?" I looked at my Dad's weary face, and he looked much older than the man I knew yesterday morning.

"They said they needed an answer right now, and I told them that if they needed an answer, then the answer was no. I don't know if that was a mistake, or-"

"Of course it wasn't a mistake, Dad! Why are you acting like this! I haven't even known about this magic stuff for a full day, and even I can tell that there's something not right about those people. I mean, just the name "Voldemort" gives me shivers, and you're acting as if you don't know what side to take!"

My father gave me a small, knowing smile. "Of course I know what side I want to choose, Juliet. And, had I no family, I would be in the first line of the battle field when it came to fighting for what I believed in. But, you have to consider our family. If you make one wrong move with these guys, they take out everyone they come in contact with that they think is dear to you."

I pondered his words, and I said slowly, "Yes; yes, I suppose you're right."

"We'll have to go into hiding as soon as possible. But we can't go tonight. I have my affairs that I have to get into order, and we'll have to pack all the necessities," Dad said in a crisp voice.

Daddy left for his office and then it was just Mum and I. We didn't know what to do with ourselves for the rest of the day. We shuffled around the house, up and down the stairs, in and out of rooms, wandering all over the place. Finally, night came, and I crawled into bed, exhausted, despite the amount of sleep I had gotten the night before.

I woke up in the middle of the night from a nightmare, but I had no recollection of it. I realized I was suddenly dying from thirst. I tiptoed downstairs, careful not to wake anyone up. I walked down a hall towards the living room and when I went through I had a mini-heart attack when I saw a dark form sitting in the armchair. "Daddy?" I asked, my voice shaking a little. "Is that you?"

"Close," a soft voice whispered. I practically jumped out of my skin. I had heard that voice before. "We're friends. Your Daddy and I don't get along, though. Isn't that the saddest thing?"

"You really shouldn't be here. I mean, we could get you for breaking and entering, and you don't want to have to deal with all that dumb paperwork, do you?" My voice was surprisingly steady and clear.

"Oh, don't you worry about me, I can handle myself." The man let out a low growl as he stood and took a step closer. I knew what I had to do. I sucked in deep breath and screamed as loudly as I could, just as Greyback jumped. I saw a bright red flash just as I felt a sharp pain in my shoulder. I fell to the ground, and I heard someone screaming. "I have to help them, they're in danger," I thought. It took me a moment to realize that the screams were coming from my own mouth. Soon after I passed out from the pain.