We finally see (or at least catcha glimps of) TWRGs master. And just to let you know now, the new order will affect everyone eventually. Even characters I just introduced. I know people (ok my only reviewer) hated my last chapter so all I can say is sorry, but I liked the idea and kinda knew that would probably happen. But it leaves me with a new plan for chapter 21 (meniacly laughs until mom checks room).

I saw the family van, a grey Ford Windstar. I was surprised at how early my family got here. That wasn't what really surprised me. Shasta started barking. Maybe it was something like post traumatic stress (OK I know its been under six weeks so it's not legally post traumatic stress but still), but I didn't have a good feeling about whatever was going on. It didn't make sense (why I was afraid), but things just seemed off. I let go of Shasta's leash. I saw a metal pipe on the ground. It was the only weapon I had at the moment (I didn't want to risk using magic incase this was nothing). Shasta walked in through her doggy door. A few moments later I heard giggling. I set the pipe back down. "I love that dog, it doesn't let me walk into surprises" I thought.

I walked into the door, trying to look surprised as everyone jumped out behind furniture and yelled surprise.

"I thought you would have at least hid the van." I said

"Well you weren't supposed to be home this early." My dad said.

"Yeah and I wasn't supposed to go shopping for cloths but I did."

"Wait you actually went shopping?" My mom asked her voice had so much shock I couldn't believe it.

"Dale is it true?" My little sister Sarah asked.

"No I just carry this clothing in this shopping bag everywhere."

"Did you get…" my brother Ben was slapped on the back of the head by mom.

"Yeah I got something for everyone, but I couldn't get you anything, my teacher wouldn't let me bring back any joke stuff."

"Aw." He replied.

"Oh Jesus you're so gullible"

Why their orders had changed he did not know, but now all the guardians would be killed. First was the man who worked at the airplane factory. The white robed man stood in the shadows. He waited until the man was under an engine. The cable supporting the engine fell. The man was crushed, and died instantly. The white robed man felt some remorse for the guardian's family. The wand moved on to another host.

Next was the detective. He was working under cover. He saw something out of the corner of his eye, it looked like a gun. The drug dealer pulled a gun and said "Now guardian you die." The trigger was pulled and the wand moved on to another host.

They knew there were at least a hundred guardians. The white robed men were confused by this new strategy their master employed. Even if they killed all the guardians, the wands would move to a new host. Their master rose up from his chair. They could not see his face. His voice was masked by a spell, so they could not tell exactly how his voice sounded.

"You wonder why I wish the guardians dead. I shall tell you. When the guardian dies the wand moves to a new host. The new host is always eight or nine. Children are easy to manipulate. We need one of the guardians to cooperate with us to get the power. A child's mind is easy to mold. The more child guardians there are, the more likely we can find the source." With that the meeting was over, and their master sat back in his chair.

He was a vigilante. He never believed in legends. This white robed guy had attempted to kill a lady in her thirties. He was blabbering something about the Indian wands. He didn't believe the man for a second. What stopped him from ending the robed man's life was when he talked about being allied with the death eaters. The lady had left already. Regardless of if the Indian wands were real, anyone who allied themselves with the dark lord deserved more than death. He thought of his family who had been murdered on the trip to London. He smiled with grim satisfaction as the villain he had just stopped was silently screaming in pain. A torture curse and a silencing spell would assure that this man, no this filth was to receive justice. And then the cops could find him. A few years in jail seemed too nice for an attempted murderer, but so did death. The vigilante walked away, never to be seen alive again.

I gave everyone the gifts from my backpack (it had been magically given more room). Ben was playing with whatever the hell is it was that I bought him at SeaTac (can't remember what it's called, but at least it's not annoying), mom and dad were looking at the various gifts I had given them (gifts for Christmas, their anniversary, Mother's day, Father's day, etc), Sarah was entranced at the plate I had stolen from Umbridge (hey it's a free gift) as well as one of those pens that changes the color of ink.

"Dale dear could you help us with the luggage?" Mom asked.

"Sure." I said. I had caught a slight glimpse into mom and dad's room their suitcases were already in there. I knew there was going to be yet another surprise. I opened the trunk and was a little more than surprised to say the least.

This must have been the fourth time they had "jumped" as the little girl liked to call it today. Her wand knew they were being followed closely. The "jumps" could no longer be directed, not without the white robed men following them that much had been made clear. This last "jump" had been random. When Rattles (A/N her wand's name) told the girl exactly what the dangers of this where, she started praying as hard as she could. If there was a god hopefully he would keep them in one piece. It looked like her prayers had been answered. Everywhere else they had appeared the local people didn't seem friendly. First she met people who looked like the bad guys on the news and what looked like a bomb then the black robed men and a white robed man began to attack, then she was in a busy street in what looked like New York where a white robed man was silently crying on the ground in agony, but the third time was the scariest. She was in a mansion of sorts. She walked around carefully. Her wand said something about getting the wrong location. She walked into a blond haired teenage boy. His wand was raised. He said something like get out or die mudblood in a British accent. A flash of green had missed her by mere inches as a red light hit the boy. That had been why they had randomly "jumped". Now they stood (A/N ok it was really only the girl who stood as the wand and the snake were carried by the girl) in a room. An old man walked into the room. He was tall and thin with a grey beard and blue eyes. In every sense he looked just plain old.

"How did you get here?" he asked.

"Caroline don't tell him anything." Rattles ordered.

"I think he can be trusted." The girl replied.

"I will handle this discussion."

Aberforth could see the girl's demeanor change immediately. She went from being genuinely scared to having an aura of authority, and then it seemed she tried to fake being shocked and scared.

Aberforth was almost scared by her looks. Either she was naturally this dark skinned or else she had seen a lot of sun, her cloths looked ragged, she looked almost anorexic, and the whole change in body language didn't help.

"I don't know." Her voice was full of fake fear, she was good at it to. Even stranger was her American accent. But it didn't quite sound like fake fear was in her voice, no it sounded like a fearful voice had been given courage. At least that's what Aberforth felt like it sounded like.

"My name is Aberforth Dumbledore, what is yours?"

"My name is Caroline, Caroline Conway." She said.

"How did you get here again?" he asked

"I don't know, I just grabbed the wand and thought I wanted to be somewhere else." She said. She must have been a damn good liar because he almost believed her.

"Why did you want to leave?" he asked.

"Dad had too much to drink one night, I just thought I wanted to be somewhere else and then I was in a desert for a long time it must have been months. I finally did it again but then I met the bad guys from the news and then I came here." Judging by her voice she was telling most of the truth, that or she was becoming a better liar by the minute.

"It's ok I can take you home…"

"NO!!" she yelled, loud enough for him to wince in pain. He was lucky that he had no clients downstairs.

"Why don't you want to go home?"

"I will not go back there. I will not go back to that trailer where my mom gets beaten, where my dad gets drunk every night, where I'm alone every second." The anger in her voice was so harsh it must have been real. Aberforth looked at the purse she carried, it looked like it had been found in a dumpster and he swore he heard rattling coming from inside it. He saw her lips move, but she whispered the words. It was clear they weren't English. The rattling stopped.

Hell he may as well let his brother have her. He seemed to love nothing more than helping kids like Caroline. What had he briefly mentioned about that other American student? Hopefully he would come back and stop this girl from feeling alienated, it seemed like she had been her whole life.

A Pit Viper mark IV lay in the back of the van. I looked at the carbon fiber handle of the broom. I had seen the old mark III's being used by my Quodpot (American version of Quidditch with eleven players a team and an exploding ball called a Quod) team back in my high school. The stunts those things could pull were amazing. And rumor had it the mark IV's were better. I tried to remember the rumors I had heard about the Mark IV's. They could out dive or out climb even a Firebolt (actually the mark Is, IIS, and IIS could too), but like all brooms in the Pit Viper series they couldn't fly straight, instead they flew in an up and down motion (much like a cosine graph), and it couldn't easily be broken due to the fact that it was made of carbon fiber. This was about as top of the line as you get. If you wanted a dive bomber the Pit Viper series had never failed to give you what you need. As a back up beater I had used a Mark II. I could never tell that the broom I had flown was slow in (relatively) stable flight until I had seen a Cleansweep Eleven. The mark IV had promised to at least match that speed and keep the traits of the mark IIs and IIIs.

"Wow that's um… nice of you." I said with a voice full of shock.

"Good because with the way gas is going up you're not getting a car." Dad said.

Ok, my mom thinks I'm either looking at porn or doing homework (sadly I refuse to do either for the most part) so I might slow down on production of a new chapter. Sorry I just don't want mom thinking I have too much Homework or that I'm looking at naked chicks on my laptop (that's what my PSP is for).

Yes I know I just made Caroline a marry sue by doing the whole trip to hogwarts thing, I just had to do it though. And yes I mean all my characters will be affected. And Quodpot is real according to the HP lexicon.

signed the good dr.

P.S. this is rated T so everyone should be mature enough to laugh at that and not say ew that's nasty, or go oh don't tell us that. Hey you want the truth, I think you can handle it.