Harry get away from there!" Tatum pulled him back. The moment he had gotten out, he stared down at the fire. "Nox inflamare" she said towards the fire and it went out. "What happened?" she asked looking around at them all.

"Lamiria showed up!" said Mr. Weasley short of breath. Mrs. Weasley clapped a hand on her mouth. The rest stood silent once again.

"Molly, you can find a medical kit somewhere in the kitchen. I don't know exactly where and my house-elf is missing" Tatum told Mrs. Weasley with a smile, while she kneeled next to Ron. She looked at Harry and removed the glass from his cheek along with his glasses, which she repaired with a wave of her wand and put on Harry's lap. Harry realized his injury hurt even worse without the piece of glass, and he started twitching his face, while thanking the reparation of his glasses.

"Alright" answered Mrs. Weasley who was hugging Ginny. Both of them went looking for the medical kit within the kitchen cabinets.

"He's preparing his battle field" said Tatum looking at Mr. Weasley's eyes.

"Let's not talk about it now, okay?" he answered back. Harry was still picturing the name on the creature he saw.

"Why don't you boys…mmm…go upstairs and prepare your rooms, huh?" asked Tatum at the quiet party behind Harry, Ron, Arthur, and herself.

"Sure, come on Harry" Percy called after him.

"I want to stay with Ron" explained Harry looking at his bleeding friend.

"He'll be fine. I think we should…" Percy said amazingly stiff. The situation didn't seem to disturb him.

"Percy, just go!" Mr. Weasley said harshly. Percy, Fred and George went upstairs, and invited Ginny to go with them. She did and Mrs. Weasley reentered the living room with the medical kit.

"Here's what you need to clean them up and take care of those cuts, Molly. I'll go secure the floor upstairs and help the boys with the enchanted corridor." Tatum stood up and left the room.

"Arthur, why don't you report this to the Ministry. They'll send a team over" Mrs. Weasley suggested.

"You're right. I'll ask Tatum if Peasn is around. Our owls stayed behind." He stood up quickly and followed the trail Tatum had. Harry figured Peasn must be her owl. He remembered Hedwig. He hadn't seen her for three days now, not since he sent her to the Weasleys. Suddenly it hit him, he had just been there and Hedwig hadn't showed up. He had forgotten to tell Hedwig to stay with the Weasleys until he showed up.

"Mrs. Weasley? Did Hegwid stopped by three days ago?" asked Harry to Mrs. Weasley who was giving a dose of something called Help-on-the-way Draft to Ron, who seemed to be too dazed for speaking.

"No dear, I believe she didn't. Here, take some of this too" said Mrs. Weasley with a smile, not quite like the big broad one she always wore, while she gave Harry the flask. He drank a small gulp and his cheek felt tickling for a moment and then the pain stopped completely. Harry distracted any other question about Hedwig with Ron. His face began to heal before his eyes, and his leg didn't show burns no more. Only faint traces were left, behind of the once so serious injury. "Ferula. Now Ron, use this tonight and tomorrow you'll be as good as new" said Mrs. Weasley leaving bandages around Ron's left leg. "I think I'll go help the boys and make sure Fred and George don't put any stinky rubbish under Percy's pillow" she gave a slightly stronger smile, and walked upstairs. Mr. Weasley was coming down along with Tatum.

"All better now, you too?" she said to them while her and Mr. Weasley walked into her room. She seemed to feel fresher than when they first got there.

"How are you feeling?" Harry asked Ron, both of them still sitting on the floor.

"I'm fine, I think" said Ron rubbing his head. "Is a good thing Tatum was already awake. Why was she here though?" They both stood up, Ron leaning on Harry for a moment, staring at the extinguished fireplace. Harry told Ron about the babbling Tatum had had with him. He explained he had understood as much as him, when Harry saw the question mark reflected on Ron's freckly face. However, once Harry told Ron what he thought might had happened, Ron seemed to agree with him in most of the points and doubted at the same ones Harry did. It was nice to share his theory but Ron had not helped him understand any better. Harry was glad of knowing his ideas weren't completely out of line though.

"Who's Lamiria?" Harry asked, sitting on a long couch beside his friend. Ron always told him about the things in the wizarding world and Hermione usually corrected him in a couple of details.

"She is an old supporter of You-Know-Who. She was supposed to be in hide out…but, I guess she's back to work, huh?" Ron gloomily said twitching his lip again.

"Yeah. Listen, I wanted to talk to you about something."

"Yeah? What?"

"The night we arrived at your house, I went to see Tatum, but I fell asleep by her bed. The strange thing is I had this dream…"

"You're not going to tell me you dram abou…" Ron gave a loud gulp.

"That's the thing, I don't know! The frightening part is my scar hurt. And when your mom woke me, it kept on hurting."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't want to alarm you or anybody, but I guess if had said something, maybe your dad could have…been prepared or…"

"Don't be so hard on yourself. That scar hurts when trouble's coming, but there is no way we could have been prepared for an unknown attack like that. Have you been blaming yourself for any of this?"

"I…I haven't got really hurt, have I? Everybody else has, but not me. I'm supposed to be the target here."

"Are you mad? You can't blame this onto yourself. You-Know-Who and his supporters are going to be attacking everybody, Harry. They're not going to rest, he's not going to let anybody rest!"

Harry kept quiet, and after a while he and Ron headed up to bed. The room Harry had used, was now set with two beds. They turned the lights off, said good night, and fell asleep. Harry felt something hard under his pillow. He sat and lifted it: his wand was there with a note attached to it: found it. Harry placed it over his bedside table and put his glasses on top of it. Then, thought better of it and placed the wand back under his pillow.

Harry dram the same thing he had been dreaming before the attack at the Burrow. He woke up at the break of dawn, and couldn't get back to sleep.

Around five o'clock, Harry decided to come down for a glass of water. When he entered the kitchen, he stepped on something small and squashy. He picked it up, and his eyes widened. It was the Golden Snitch, with the wings ripped off and covered in mud. This was extremely strange, how did it get there? Harry pocketed it and went towards Tatum's room. He knocked, but nobody answered. He insisted a bit more, then gave up. She was probably deeply asleep at this time of the morning. Harry headed back to his room.

In what seemed like no time, they were called down for breakfast. Mrs. Weasley prepared the food, now Teeny seemed to have left the house. Except for the fact Tatum, Mr. Weasley and Percy were missing from the table, everything felt blissfully normal. Fred and George were playing "Who throws more cereal bits to the other?" at Mrs. Weasley's back, while Ginny giggled about it. Ron and Harry were talking under their breaths.

"Where's your dad?" asked Harry to Ron who had been hit by a sugar ring right in the nose.

"I don't know exactly, but they left very early. I heard Percy leave in the middle of the night."

"I know where they are" Ginny told the two of them. Ron gave a what-are-you-waiting-for look at her and then she said "I found a letter near my door. I'm guessing Percy must have dropped it because Mom and Dad were in the room before mine, only Percy passed my door."

"What did it say?" Harry wondered out loud, but still not loud enough for Mrs. Wealey to hear or to interrupt the sugar ring fight.

"The Minister of Magic was calling all the staff. Peasn hooted at the back door, I could see him through my window. Tatum woke dad and Percy, I heard her knocking on their doors. I couldn't sleep so I watched them through a side of the door" explained Ginny.

"Who cares about you?" said Ron harshly.

"Do you want to hear this or not?" she replied angrily.

"We're sorry. Please go ahead" said Harry pulling Ron back onto the chair. He was about to get up and argue some more.

"Anyway, apparently they're going to announce if they're going to close Hogwarts or not" said Ginny glancing sideways to her mother. "Look, come with me upstairs and I'll show the letter, so you can make sure for yourself, Ron" she added to Ron's incredulous stare.

"Make sure of what?" said Mrs. Weasley who was putting a stop to the sugar rings fight by pulling Fred and George's ears with a wave of her wand.

"Nothing mom" said Ginny looking down at the table. Harry and Ron gave a broad smile to her, which seemed to convince her more they were hiding something. She didn't say anything, just twitched her lip in suspicion like Ron did so often.

After breakfast, the three of them went upstairs, leaving the twins for their punishment. Mrs. Weasley forced them to do the dishes without any magic and strictly specifying they were not flying saucers. Once inside Ginny's room, she pulled the letter from under her pillow. Ron and Harry opened it and read out loud:

Ministry of Magic:

We request your immediate presence at the Ministry's office.

Judgement on Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Thank you for your cooperation. I request the utmost discretion.

Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge.

"What do you reckon is going to happen?" asked Ginny to the two of them staring worriedly.

"I don't think they can close the school, or do they?" said Ron looking bitterly at the piece of parchment clutched in Harry's hand. Harry folded it again and saw two words marked in front of the announcement: Destroy Afterwards. Harry guessed Cornelius Fudge didn't want to let people know he was dealing with Dumbledore too much.

"I hope not" Harry sincerely answered. He was expecting eagerly the first of September. What would happen with the school closed? Hermione would go insane that was for sure. The idea of not having classes was probably her worst fear. Harry remembered the time she faced a boggart on Professor Lupin's class - an Ex-Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts. She saw the creature transform into Professor McGonagall telling her she failed all of her assignments. She cried for long, before Professor Lupin was able to settle her down.

The day was ending, and there was no sign of the Ministry workers jet. Harry remembered Dumbledore and Cornelius Fudge discussing a parting of the ways. Each agreed to do what they had to do, but he reminded himself Hogwarts was ultimately under the decisions of the Ministry as well. Harry tried to calm himself down. He thought Dumbledore would never let them close the school. On the other hand, if the Minister of magic himself decided different, there would be trouble.

The sun began to leave. Then, after a long day, Mr. Weasley, Percy, and Tatum came back from the Ministry. Apparently, they had traveled on Tatum's car, because when they entered through the front door Harry saw the car parked somewhat askew.

"Arthur, stop it!" said Tatum laughing exasperatedly and opening the door wider for the other two to get in.

"Oh just one more, just one more question" Mr. Weasley pleaded to her.

"Alright, Arthur, one more. But that's it!" she said with a lack of patience showing in her voice.

"Umm…It's gotta be a good one…"

"What's going on?" Mrs. Weasley asked the three of them. Percy was locking the door behind them. Mr. Weasley was still scratching his head thinking of a good question.

"Dad has been questioning Tatum about her car. It's been a long journey I'll tell ya!" said Percy walking towards the kitchen and picking up a fruit from a bowl on the kitchen table. He grabbed an apple and returned to the living room where everybody was now.

"I know, I know…What's the name of the liquid stuff you use to make the car move?"

"GASOLINE for the third time in a row!" said Tatum looking tired.

"Arthur, dear" Mrs. Weasley told him.

"Yes, Molly" turned Mr. Weasley to see her with a big smile on his face.

"STOP IT!" Mrs. Weasley told him loudly. He kept silent, his excitement slowly fading.

"Oh don't worry, Arthur, you can ask me more later, alright?" Tatum said cheerfully to him, while she moved her lips saying a soundless "Thank you" to Mrs. Weasley. She nodded and the young ones laughed. The whole lot sat in the living room. They were all very eager to hear what was going to happen with the school. Ron, Ginny and Harry had told Fred and George. Mrs. Weasley knew for Mr. Weasley. They were all staring at the three of them.

"Is something wrong?" Mr. Weasley said leaning forward from the couch he had sat on. They all looked at each other, nobody was supposed to know yet, except for Mrs. Weasley.

"I didn't tell them, they found out by themselves" Mrs. Weasley excused herself taking out the letter they had left behind from inside her pocket. "I think it's yours, Percy dear." She handed the parchment to him. Percy swallowed a big piece of un-chewed apple and gave a huge gulp.

"I… wanted to give them…a clue, right! I thought it was only fair everyone knew about this. Yeah that's it!" said Percy going red and smiling awkwardly. He walked to the chimney and set fire to the letter there.

"Or you just blew it, dropped the letter by accident, and broke the confidence of everyone at the Ministry letting us know…"

"Fred, stop it!" Mr. Weasley said. "You weren't supposed to know until we got home, but it doesn't matter. It's not important."

"I think it does matter. This proves once and for all this Big Head is not perfect like he presumes" Fred said importantly.

"And what is more, we will be able to bother him for this for the rest of his life!" said George following Fred's mockery statement.

"Shut up the two of you!" yelled Mrs. Weasley at the twins. "You will hold your tongues until the end of the conversation or you'll prepare for doing dishes the rest of the summer!" The twins shut up for the moment, but Harry and the rest knew the silence wouldn't be permanent.

"Well…the thing is…umm…" Tatum said between giggles. She seemed to want to laugh, but Mrs. Weasley's dangerous stare made her think better of it. Harry and the rest of the students, however, were nervous, and wanted to pull out the sentence out of her mouth.

"The school will continue open" said Mr. Weasley. At that moment, everyone of the Hogwarts crew jumped from their seats. They were all excited at the idea of going back to the castle. "But, there will be more strict rules and precautions, which is why we were all summoned to the office so early" specified Mr. Weasley. Harry felt so happy. He was going back to school once again. He was going to see Hermione and the rest of his fellow Gryffindors.