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AN:Here's chapter two!

The Call Of Good Or Evil

By Magee

Chapter two: Leaving Home

"My dear God," Mrs. Weasley breathed, clutching her heart.

"But...but...you-know-who? How...joking...no way."

"Andrew, you know Albus wouldn't kid about this. Now, we must take immediate action." Miss Grey said with an air of forced calm.

"What should we do?"

"I would advise you to move back to England."

"Back?!? Jesamyn, you know the reason we moved here to America in the first place was so that Emily would be away from the Dark Side. What if they found out that she was the next Lenoxa? And now that You-Know-Who might come here you want us to go back? You can't be serious." Mrs. Weasley said.

"Marilynn, I know the risks. But you knew the risk when she was Discovered in the first place. Otherwise you wouldn't have agreed to have her trained. Now, Albus thinks that she will be much safer if she were closer to the workings of the Order. She will attend Hogwarts and she will be perfectly safe."

"Perfectly safe? We thought she would be perfectly safe here."

"So did I. But the situation has changed."

"Wait," Andrew seemed determined not to believe this, "how do we know he's coming?"

"The Order has their spies. Now, you must believe me."

"Okay, I agree, she might be better off closer to the Order, but what about her training?"

"It will continue. I have accepted a job at Hogwarts so I can remain close to her. You must act quickly. Albus has arranged for a house to be rented to you in Hogsmeade. However, it won't be ready for you until the middle of August. Do you know of anywhere you can stay until then?"

"I can talk to my brother. They own a house near Ottery St. Catchpole. I am sure they'll let us stay with them for a few months."

"Good. You need to contact them immediately. Wait, do they know about Emily?"

"Arthur and Molly do. I'm not sure about the children."

"Good. They need to know the extended risks of taking you in. Floo them now. Marilynn, gather any necessities you will need for the next few days. After several days have passed I will have the rest of your belongings sent to you."

"All right. Emily, go get your things." Mrs. Weasley said as Mr. Weasley went to the fireplace. Emily just stood there, looking dumbfounded. "Emily?"

"Do you mean that we're moving because You-Know-Who might come after me?"

"Emily, you know what occurred fifteen years ago. Do you honestly want that to happen to you?"

"No."

"Then you must understand that this is happening for your protection. We are only trying to keep you safe."

"Okay. But, what-"

"Emily, we'll answer any questions you have once we are in England. Now is the time for action." Miss Grey said with a slight air of impatience.

"She's right, Em. Now go."

"Yes, mom." Emily ran up the stairs to her room. She hurried over to her closet and threw open the door. She dragged out her school trunk and threw it open. She ran over to her dresser, and emptied two drawers into her trunk. She then went to her bookcase and quickly picked out her favorite books, both muggle and magic. She threw these into her trunk on top of her clothes. She slammed the now full trunk shut and walked over to her desk and grabbed her wand. she stuffed into her pocket and grabbed the handle of her trunk. She picked up the cage of her owl, Martin, and headed back downstairs.

She walked into the kitchen. Her father had knelt down in front of the fireplace with his head in the flames. As she set her trunk down with a klunk, her father withdrew from the flames.

"Arthur is out at the Ministry. Molly's in though; she says the children are outside. Now seems to be the best time to go."

"Good. You best be off, then. Don't worry about anything; I'll take care of it. If you have any questions between now and the time I see you again, just owl me." Miss Grey said as she ushered them all toward the fireplace.

"Right. Emily, you first," Mrs. Weasley said with the carriage of a loving mother.

Emily took a pinch of dust from the flowerpot atop the fireplace and took a deep breath. She took a last look at the place she had called home for the past thirteen years, shouted, "The Burrow!" and was wisked away by the bright sheen of emerald flames.

AN: interesting? i hope so...

what's a 'Lenoxa'? you'll find out...

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