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Fate.

The three teens walked out of the house together, Sirius had wanted to come with them, but Harry had refused, claiming it was a very private thing and he wasn't ready to share it with anyone else than Ron, Hermione and their doctor. Finally, Sirius had been forced to relent and the three kids were on their way to the doctor.

Dr Matt lived a few streets away from their house, he was an old friend of Daleila's father. The old doctor had retired a few years ago but had accepted to help them as a favour to Professor Villjé. They arrived there ten minutes later and Mrs Matt opened the door for them, hugging them in turn. The old woman had become very fond of them in the time they had been visiting her husband and they knew they would always find someone to help in that house. The old doctor was already waiting for them in the old room he had used as a work room and now used just as his office. He stood up and greeted them cheerfully, immediately noticing the stressed out look the three teens were trying to hide from him.

"Good evening children. Why don't you sit down."

Hermione took her usual position on the couch, leaning comfortably back, while Harry sat in a big chair and Ron leaned against the window. The first day they had been there, Dr Matt had insisted they sat wherever they wanted so they would be as relaxed as possible. The positions they took in his room also had helped him to get to know them better, since they had been very reluctant to talk to him about their past. They still were very reluctant and refused to go into details, but they had learned to open up a bit through the months. Even so, Dr Matt found himself looking at the blank masks he had faced at the beginning. Suppressing a sigh, the old man took his usual seat next to Hermione and looked them over carefully. Deciding to begin with something light, he asked them how the day had been. The reaction was not one he had been expecting. In stead of relaxing, the three teens tensed even more. Raising his eyebrow he turned his gaze toward Griffin, who was leaning his forehead against the closed window.

"Ron, why don't you tell me what happened today?"

He was about the only muggle who still called them by their names, even their teachers at school had relented and called them by their nicknames. The red-haired teen turned to face the doctor and reluctant began to explain.

(A/N: I'm not going to get further into this 'cause I have no idea how such a visit goes, if someone wants to write that scene you're welcome to try.)

When the three teenagers left the house, a worried Dr Matt phoned Daleila. The woman picked up the phone after only one ring, she had been expecting it.

"Hello Daleila."

"Hello Jack, how are you and Marissa doing?"

The old doctor relaxed into his chair. "Fine, I can't complain. I'm calling you about the kids."

Daleila sighed. "I figured that out."

The man nodded, his friend's daughter had always been very perceptive and she knew he called her every time there was a problem with the children. "They are beginning to be much to stressed out for my liking, I think it would be better if they stayed at home for a few days, keep them away from those students. About the godfather and his friend, they can stay around, but if you see there's tension between them and the kids keep them away, understood?"

"Of course, Jack. Thank you for calling me, I'm sure the children wouldn't have told me that, they are sometimes so stuborn."

Dr Matt chuckled. "Yes, I know. I'll talk to you later, Daleila, warn me if there's something wrong."

"I will. Thanks again."

"You're welcome, bye."

"Bye."

Daleila sighed when she hung up the phone, she knew that having the exchange students at the school would bring problems for her kids, but there had been no talking against the school board. She turned to the two men who had been looking at her intently. From what she had heard of them and what she had seen, she could already say she liked them. The trio had told her all about what had happened and she knew that even if they had made mistakes in accusing the children, they were now trying to make things right. She could tell by the fact they were here and because of the worry that now showed in their eyes, the same she knew she would find in hers if she looked in a mirror. Sighing again, she sank back into the chair she had been occupying when the phone had rung and without waiting for a question, she told the two men what the doctor had told her.

They were all looking very worried, when the teens entered the house some time later. Seeing the worry in the adults' eyes, Dragon sat next to his godfather with a sigh, with Phoenix at his other side and Griffin at hers. Calmly, Dragon was the first to speak. "You've talked with Dr. Matt."

Daleila nodded. "You are staying here for the rest of the week."

Dragon shook his head. "We can't."

Daleila locked eyes with him. "Why not?"

"We can hardly leave the Hogwarts students there on their own, it'll be a disaster."

Daleila's lips became thinner. "Dragon, I don't give a damn about them, I worry about you three, and if the doctor says you've to stay home, you will do so, understood? Sirius is going to stay with you, so don't even think on sneaking out."

Dragon wanted to argue with her, but he suddenly felt Hermione's arm in his own, pressing it lightly. Shooting her a quick look, the boy simply leaned back against the couch and nodded, wondering why his friend had stopped him. The professor looked at them suspiciously, wondering why she had been able to win this argument as easily as she had, but finally decided to let the matter rest and went to the kitchen to finish readying dinner.

Half an hour later, when a tense dinner had been finished and Sirius and Remus had left, the three teens walked up the stairs to their rooms, ushered up there by Daleila, who had fully shipped into over protective mother mode. Once they were out of the professor's hearing range, Dragon turned around to face Phoenix.

"Phoenix? Why did you stop me from arguing with her?"

The girl shrugged. "You wouldn't have won that argument, you know it as good as I do. Besides, that will give us time to talk about the nightmare." She shuddered. "I assume you had it too, the one about Hogwarts."

The other two teens looked sombrely at her and Griffin answered. "Yeah, we'll have to see if it was exact the same. Maybe it'll be a good thing to have a few days free. I'm nearly sure that was a premonition and we'll have to be ready for it."

Dragon nodded pensively. "Yeah, but the problem will be that Sirius is going to be here all the time, I don't want him to get involved, it could be dangerous and I think that the least people to know about this, the better. Then they will not have the chance to change what will happen."

Further conversation was interrupted, by the sound of the kitchen door closing and footsteps approaching the stairs. Quickly, the three teens said goodbye and slipped into their rooms. Once his door was locked, Harry changed his pj's magically and lay down in his bed. He closed his eyes, relaxing in the darkness of his room, and by the time Professor Villjé opened his door to check on him, he was already half asleep.

To be continued…

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