"He's so little," said Kendra holding the sleeping baby in her arms. She smiled at Tonks, who sat next to her, looking happy but exhausted.

"Yea," said Tonks. "Didn't look so little when he was in me." Serena smiled from across the room. She didn't know how big Tonks had looked while pregnant with Teddy, but from the stories she had heard, she was huge.

"How have you been, Serena?" Tonks asked looking at her. Serena blinked for a moment then shrugged.

"Alright, I suppose," she whispered. "I'm still alive."

"Oh, shut up," Kendra said. "You're doing amazing…you're getting married in a week."

Serena nodded her head and played with the engagement ring on her finger. She bit her bottom lip with anticipation. She was getting married in a week. The ceremony was going to be there at the house, with only her family, Remus and Tonks, and the Weasleys. She hadn't bothered to ask Harry, Ron, and Hermione to come. She knew that it would cause too many problems, and she knew they were probably across the country in the middle of hunting for pieces of Voldemort's soul.

"Serena?"

Serena looked up at Kendra who was moving Teddy to her other side because her right arm had gone numb holding him.

"Can you go get a bottle out of the fridge?" Kendra asked.

Serena nodded and stood up, moving out of the family room for the kitchen. She opened the fridge and found a bottle with Teddy's name on it. She placed it on the counter and waved her wand at it to heat it up. Tucking her wand away, she picked up the bottle and began for the family room. As she passed the table a horrible shock flew up her spine, she lunged to catch herself on a kitchen chair, but missed and fell to the ground, knocking over the chair and shattering the glass bottle on the floor.

"You're a hard person to reach," said a familiar voice.

Serena opened her eyes and stared up at a white canopy ceiling. She cringed slightly and sat up, looking directly at Darren. She glared at him instantly.

"Maybe I don't want to be reached by you."

"You still haven't warned Adhara about the rocks."

Serena rolled her eyes. She had honestly forgotten about it. After she had her last conversation with Darren she got caught up in the mess with Tourniquet, and then Lorne. It had honestly slipped her mind about Adhara dying at Hogwarts. Her visions had been so unpredictable and not helpful to anyone that it didn't help either.

"That isn't why you brought me here," she whispered. "What do you want?"

She stood up and looked down at her hand that was bleeding.

"Cuts from the bottle," Darren said taking a seat at one of the dinner tables. He played with the silverware at the place setting and looked at Serena. "I wanted to speak to you about your sister."

"Amelia?" Serena asked.

Darren blinked at her. "She's dead. Why are you so worried about Amelia?"

"No reason," Serena whispered.

"You've had visions of her?"

"You don't know?" Serena snapped at Darren. She wasn't in the mood for his stupid mental games. She hated it when he brought her here under the White Tent. She was tired of seeing dead people and being mocked and made a fool.

"What are you in the mood for?"

"Nothing," Serena snapped turning away from him and taking a seat at a table. How could she let him read her so easily? Adhara had trained her better then that. "Nothing from you anyway."

Darren smirked. "Something from my brother perhaps?"

Serena looked up with disgust.

"No," she said sharply.

"Then your darling Parrish? How is he, by the way, I haven't seen him on my doorstep for sometime."

"Why would you?" Serena asked with concern.

Darren looked at her very seriously.

"Parrish's life isn't meant to be a long one, Serena," he said. "You know that."

Serena turned away with denial. That was not what she wanted to hear. She didn't even want to think about it.

"What do you want?" she asked standing up. She found that she asked Darren that often. She never understood why Darren brought her to the White Tent. She crossed her arms over her chest and glared at Darren with all the hatred she could muster at that point.

"Wished to speak to you about something."

"Get to the point, Darren," her voice was cross and he smirked at her.

"Have somewhere to be?"

"I have things to do, and that doesn't include playing your stupid games. Tell me what you want to tell me and send me back."

He came to Serena and took her hand sharply, holding it tightly. His fingers traced the cuts from the glass bottle and slowly the bleeding stopped.

"You are more cross then usual today," he whispered softly to her.

"I'm tired of you dragging me out here," she said to him angrily and pulling her hand away. "It's depressing, daunting and horrifying. The fact that my Mother is on the side of the hill—and Chloe! Not to mention Amelia—or how Kendra and Parrish have been inside the tent numerous times and it's only a matter of time before they take up permanent residences! It's scary and I hate it! You haunt me and I'm tired of it!"

Darren looked at Serena with a mild, almost bored, expression. He uncrossed his arms and tucked them into his pockets.

"Try spending the remainder of your eternal life here," he said.

Serena shook her head and collapsed back into the chair.

"Send me back, I don't care what you have to say."

"You could always go back on your own you know," he said. "You never needed me to bring you here or send you back. You can do it on your own."

Serena glared at him.

"What do you know about Amelia?"

"She's dead."

"Bullshit," Serena snapped. Darren looked at her with raised eyebrows. He folded his hands in front of him.

"You killed her."

"She's alive! She's living under the alias of Atlas Newton!"

If it was possible, Darren's eyebrows raised even higher.

"Atlas Newton is not your sister."

He leaned against the table and looked like he was going to laugh at Serena, who moved towards him, glaring.

"You know who Atlas Newton is?"

"Yes," said Darren nodding his head. "She's a piece of work—but definitely not your sister."

"How do you know her?"

"How'd you think I know her? I was a Death Eater Serena, I lived at the Malfoy manner for months."

"So she lived there too?"

"Yes," said Darren. "She and Amelia worked well together. Much like you and Adhara—"

"Adhara and I don't work well together," Serena snapped. "What else is there to know about her?"

"She could give Adhara a run for her money," Darren smirked a little. "She left the Malfoy Manner two days before I died. She didn't like that Amelia had taken your sister, Kendra—she thought that Amelia was losing track of what they should be doing. Amelia was taking care of a personal vendetta she had towards you guys…her old family…"

"Where did Atlas go?" Serena asked as a chill crawled through her body. She shrugged it off and looked at Darren with desperate eyes. He stood up straight and looked at her with a curious stare—he knew that she was being called back to reality. "Darren—!"

The chills run up her spine faster and she heard Kendra's voice in the distance. She looked over her shoulder and felt a pull on her body. For once she didn't want to leave the White Tent. She wasn't ready to. She had to ask Darren more about Atlas Newton. Serena threw out her hand and grabbed Darren's sleeve, there was the sound of ripping material and she closed her eyes.

"Serena are you okay?" Amber was kneeling next to her on the kitchen floor. The broken glass and milk were cleaned up off the floor, Kendra was on Serena's other side, and Tonks stood in the doorframe of the family room and kitchen holding Teddy in her arms.

"Yea," Serena mumbled sitting up and rubbing her head. There was a throbbing sensation in the back of her head.

"You hit your head on the chair as you fell," Amber said.

"Amber?"

Serena recognized her Father's voice. He appeared in the kitchen carrying Galen with him.

"What's going on?" Sirius's eyes fell on Serena lying on the ground and he moved towards her. "Serena? Did you have a vision?"

"Not really," Serena whispered as Amber and Kendra helped her up. "I need to get a hold of Adhara right away. Or Cathan. Cathan and Adhara."

"What's going on?" Tonks asked lifting Teddy on her hip.

"Amelia isn't alive," Serena said looking at her Father with ashamed eyes. "I was mistaken."

Sirius took Serena's arm and gave it a firm squeeze. "What happened?"

"Darren came to me," she whispered back. "It's fine now. I promise. I need Adhara and Cathan."

Sirius nodded his head. "Kendra, send word to Cathan."

Kendra nodded and left the kitchen quickly. Serena watched her younger sister with raised eyebrows, not really sure how Kendra was going to contact Cathan with out anyone from the Ministry finding out.

It was an hour and a half before Adhara and Cathan arrived at the house. Serena had been waiting impatiently, pacing in the basement bedroom that she and Parrish had been staying the last few weeks, and throwing knives at newspaper clippings hanging on the walls. She threw each knife with deadly precision and cringed a little every time the knife hit the target. What was even more frightening to her was she could easily hold out her hand and the knife zoomed straight back to her—no wand needed. It was not something she was used to, but she could recall doing it a few times in the past. She didn't look at it as a surprise, she was just gaining better control of her magic.

"What is so urgent that you needed to see us now?"

Serena turned and saw Cathan coming down the steps. He looked sour and handsome at the same time. Serena smiled a little as Adhara followed Cathan down the steps. Both looked deadly in dark clothing, with weapons strapped onto their hips and thighs.

"I had a connection with Darren," Serena said moving forward and folding her hands. "First off, before I forget," she said looking at her Aunt who leaned against the wall of the basement. "I've had a few visions of a great battle of Hogwarts—and you die. You get crushed by a pile of rocks from an explosion. I have to warn you, your death is avoidable."

Adhara raised her eyebrows at Serena but said nothing. Serena wasn't sure if her Aunt just didn't know what to say, or didn't care for Serena's warning.

"Secondly, he told me about Atlas," she said. "A little…what he knew anyways. She's not Amelia."

"I can't believe you thought that," Adhara said shaking her head. "Do you honestly think I would have asked for your help if it was Amelia we were dealing with? I could have handled Amelia—that little witch wasn't that good."

Serena said nothing and rolled her eyes. "The point, is that Atlas was involved with everything Amelia did—she left the Malfoy Manner after Amelia caught Kendra. She didn't like that Amelia was refocusing her attention on hurting Kendra. Whatever Atlas has been doing you can bet that it has to do with what she was supposed to be doing with Amelia."

"Amelia wasn't doing anything while at Malfoy Manner," Cathan said shaking his head and sitting on the bed. Serena looked at Adhara.

"She was doing something," she said shaking her hands and beginning to pace. "Don't you remember, Adhara, how she interacted with Mick Glory?"

Adhara blinked and stared at Serena for a few moments.

"Where are you going with this?"

"Amelia was up to something," Serena stopped and bit her bottom lip. "I have to talk to Malfoy."

"Excuse me?" Adhara said getting up from the wall and looking at Serena like she was crazy. "You can't just march up to Malfoy Manner and demand to speak to Draco."

"Well, who else would know Amelia better?" Serena snapped. "He probably knew what she was working on for the Dark Lord."

"You're wanted for murder!" Adhara yelled. "You can't go over there! That is where He is hiding. Besides, if Amelia had any sense—and she wasn't stupid, Serena—she wouldn't have told Draco a damned thing!"

Serena rolled her eyes and turned away from her Aunt. She didn't care what Adhara said, she needed to find out what Amelia and Atlas were doing—why they were killing off wizards.

"It doesn't matter why," Adhara said. Serena frowned. She had to stop letting her guard down so much. "If we catch Atlas we can question her about their plans. There is no point going to interrogate Draco when he very well could know nothing."

"I'm with Adhara on this one," said Cathan. Serena turned and glared at him. "We can just catch Atlas and question her about these motives. Honestly, I don't even care about them, I just want to catch her."

"You mean kill her," Serena whispered holding out her hand. The knife that had been stuck in one of her wanted posters came sailing across the room and into her hand. She caught it and threw it straight back at the wanted poster. The tip of the knife slammed straight into the center of her right eye.

"Either way," said Adhara crossly. "There is no point in going after Draco. We just need Atlas. Contact us when you've actually found her."

Serena didn't turn around, but she heard her Aunt marching up the stairs sharply as the knife flew back to her hand. She frowned and turned as Cathan stood up.

"Cheer up," he said as she walked towards him. She flipped the knife in the air a few times, catching it and flipping it again. "You shouldn't play with knives."

"Thanks Mom," Serena smirked. Cathan pinched her cheek.

"See you next week at the wedding, if not before."

Serena smiled and nodded. "Alright, I hope we find her before that."

"Me too," Cathan said. "Say hi to Kendra for me."

"Say it yourself," Serena called after him as he disappeared up the stairs. She shook her head and looked back at her wanted poster. She threw the dagger violently and let out a breath when the knife stuck out of her forehead on the wall. She was tired of people doubting how or why she did things. She was going to go after Draco because hopefully he'd be able to led her to Atlas—she had no way of finding the woman otherwise.