In a really weird way Athena is responsible for the end of this chapter (I interpreted your review of chapter 19 as horrible so I thought this could be a good way to keep things exciting) The plot thickens, just like blood. And I say hello to the two lovely people who added this story to their alert list (sorry I can't remember their names at the moment).

Special Agent Bob Edwards was frustrated to no end. Reports had been coming in recently that Indian wand hosts were being killed. He looked at his CIA badge. "Nothing like the movies." He thought. He thought about contacting that Dale Franklin kid. He hesitated. It was the Fourth of July, he was probably out partying with his family somewhere. No it could wait till tomorrow. He booted up his laptop. He looked at a map of North America that was in a CIA office. It showed where every Indian wand was and each dot had a specific symbol. He counted them, 326 wands that couldn't be right, even with those other three gone for god knows what reason one was still missing. "Eh maybe whoever it was went on vacation or a business trip or something." He thought. He briefly glanced over the nationwide news in a newspaper on his desk. He glanced at a story about an Alabaman girl who had been missing for months. Her dad had been recently arrested for abusing his wife and for possibly murdering his daughter. Something with the story didn't sit right with Bob. The town the girl was from was incredibly small and… wait a minute she was alive, a dot from the same town moved on the map months ago to Death Valley, at exactly the same time as she went missing. He didn't see her symbol anywhere on the map. He wished there was a world map that could locate all the Indian wands. His phone rang.

"Hello." He said.

"Bob, we don't know who's been attacking our "VIPs" but we do know that whoever is doing it has allied themselves with He Who Must Not Be Named. I need you in briefing room 2 ASAP."

He ran down a flight of stairs and up a hallway to get into the room.

"Bob, glad you could make it."

"Sure thing boss, so what's going on?"

"Alright about three days ago a Special Forces team went in to take back an old soviet nuke from some Jihadists. Instead the terrorists were dead, with a bunch of death eaters crawling all over the place…"

"Yeah I read the report."

"Then you do know that a member of the team saw a man in white robes."

"Yes."

"Did you also read the report about an attempted attack on one of our VIPs?"

"Yeah some New Yorker woman was attacked by some guy in…"

"I take it you can see where I'm getting to."

"So you think the guys who are attacking the VIPs are allied with death eaters."

"It would seem that way."

I was hovering (ok not hovering more like slightly hopping up and down at a high altitude) over a hill that had a muggle repellant charm. Several other witches and wizards were enjoying the fireworks with me. My family was probably on one of the boats on the lake. I could see my uncle's house way out in the distance, across the lake, when I looked through my binoculars.

"I know that one of the VIPs used to work in JMIP. A kid by the name of Dale Franklin."

"Yeah."

"Rumor has it he's going to London."

"He might be."

"Tell him if he sees her to give us a holler, I'll tell the rest of our boys and girls to do the same."

"Sir why do we need her here?"

"Just to make sure she doesn't get hurt, that's all." Bob could tell his boss was hiding something.

"Can do sir." He walked back into his office. He had to remember to tell Dale tomorrow about his safety.

Albus Dumbledore looked at the American girl. He had read a muggle newspaper article about her. It looked like her father would be put to justice, but it would be partially for a crime he hadn't done. He knew the man in the states hadn't killed his daughter, for she stood right in front of him. Perhaps in time he would have possibly done it, even though he hadn't hit her often. He couldn't stomach the idea that he could be sending a man to years in prison for something he hadn't done. But he also couldn't stomach the idea of sending the girl back to that kind of a home.

She almost always followed someone (possibly because of her past). Snape had become concerned when he had caught her speaking to a snake. Albus confronted Caroline about the snake. An agreement had been made, so long as the snake (she called it Serpentine) didn't reveal its presence to the students, or harm anyone it could stay. Her gift seemed to make her an all too likely candidate for Slytherin, but he could see that she had a naturally curiosity and rather liked Professor Flitwick (A/N not sure of spelling), he decided she might be sorted into Ravenclaw. He looked at his shriveled black hand. If Harry failed what would happen? Caroline had already had a life as bad as his. Maybe he should… no, she wouldn't understand, besides he couldn't bear to possibly kill another childhood. He knew the golden trio could do it, but deep down he worried for their safety. He just prayed he lived long enough to depart the information on to Harry.

The fireworks were over. I plummeted down on my Mark IV. Earlier that day I had taken a test fly. I'll put it this way, a stuck up rich kid ( I actually think he was British, he had the accent) thought his fancy imported Firebolt could out run me, boy was he surprised (after he laughed is ass off that I couldn't keep a stable flight) that I was on his tail. Then he did the stupidest thing, in order to gain speed, he dived. I flew right up next to him and made him pay for insulting this country (he yelled "Americans are fags" in my face). He came out of the tiny valley with a huge black eye and a crashed Firebolt (I grabbed him off his broom before he crashed to his death). I walked out of the tiny valley with a broom in one hand, and a helmet in the other. I got on the dirt bike I rode here. I stuffed my broom in my backpack. It was a thirty minute drive to my uncle's house (and it was 11:20 at night). I saw no lights on. I assumed everyone was sleeping. I opened the door (my uncle's motto was "let'm come in, I got an armory full of guns", so the door was only locked if they left for a long time). I took my shoes off, not turning on the lights in order to keep everyone asleep. I couldn't see a thing, I felt the walls as walked towards my room. I stepped in something wet. My hand found the light switch. I flipped it on just to see what it was. My foot was touching red blood.

I originally planed Dale to have a happy summer, but thought this might fit the new orders a bit better (Dale's family was killed because Talon was in the house, and that's how TWRGs track the hosts, by using a certain spell to track the wands). Caroline will be spared because no one will really be looking in England (until they shift their focus to the attack on Hogwarts). As for the letters to Luna idea, it'll be scrapped. The idea for a prequal is on hold, but Talon will reqardless be required to tell Dale about the history of the Indian wands.

signed the good dr.

P.S. my heart goes out to those who have lost a family member in the military this memorial day.