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AN: This is an idea i came up with a while ago. I hope you like it.

The Call Of Good Or Evil

By Magee

Chapter one: He is coming

"Morning, Sleepyhead," Marilynn Weasley said to her auburn haired daughter as she walked into the kitchen.

"Mornin' mum." a sleepy Emily replied.

"Don't look so gloomy. Summer vacation just started. I figured you'd be jumping for joy."

"Yeah, great, summer holidays. What should I do, go swimming, take a walk...Oh I've got it! Why don't I do schoolwork! I'm sure that'd be loads of fun."

"Emily..." The tone of her mother's voice was enough to chase away any remnants of sarcasm the soon-to-be sixteen-year-old could find.

"By the way Em, Luke stopped by earlier this morning. He left a note on the table there."

"'Earlier this morning'? Its nine-thirty in the morning and I just woke up. When does that boy sleep?" Emily was definitely not a morning person.

"You know Luke, he wanted to meet your father so he could go work at that Quidditch shop of his. Luke probably has nothing to do now that school's out. And Lord knows his mother doesn't need him in her hair, what with the other five children callowing about. Reminds me of your Aunt Molly. Poor dear, at least hers are almost all grown up. Mrs. Deccers has three under the age of eight. Like that's not a handful."

"Well at least Luke has some free time." Emily said as she joined her mother in the garden.

"You know you have to have this training, Emily. Things just wouldn't be safe otherwise. Especially now that..."

"Now that...what"

"Nothing. So, what does the note say?"

"Don't you think that's my business, Mom?"

"Oh well, that's all right, considering I read it earlier."

"Mom!"

"Just be back by ten as usual, dear," Marilynn replied as the doorbell rang. "Oh, that would be Miss Grey. Early as always."

"I'd better go get my things. Come in, Miss Grey!" Emily shouted as she passed the door heading towards the stairway.

"Emily, wait! I need to tell you and your parents something."

Emily turned and was surprised by the look of urgency on her teacher's face.

"What's wrong?"

"What is it? Do come sit down. Would you like some tea?" said a concerned Mrs. Weasley.

"I would love some, Marilynn, but I am afraid there isn't time. Where is Andrew? He should be here. I need to speak to all of you."

"I'll call him. Emily, get the tea." Mrs. Weasley walked over in front of the fireplace. She threw some powder into the flames and yelled "Andrew Weasley!"

"Yes, what is it, 'Lynn?" Mr. Weasley's head replied from the flames.

"I need you to get home. Miss Grey needs to speak to us."

"What is it? I really shouldn't leave, we just opened..."

"Let Luke watch the bloody shop!" Mrs. Weasley shouted, her impatience uncommonly getting the better of her.

"All right, I'm coming!" His head disappeared. A moment later he came walking out of the fireplace. The middle-aged man wore dark blue robes. His red hair, though thinning, was still pronounced upon his head. His light green eyes wore a concerned look behind his glasses. "What is it?" he asked, taking a seat at the kitchen table.

"I received an urgent owl from Albus this morning," Miss Grey said, taking a deep breath.

"What did it say?"

"He's coming."

"Who?"

"Lord Voldemort."

AN: How's that for a cliffie?

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