Later that night, at around nine o'clock, a huge barbeque was held in the middle of the beach. A fire burned in the middle of a large circle of people, the light of the fire bouncing off of their faces in an exotic ways. There was music playing; some of the Salem students had brought guitars, and were now strumming some very impressive tunes. It seemed, to the Hogwarts boys, that the Salem students took the Muggle part of this trip very seriously (except for the extravagant umbrellas from earlier). The hotdogs and hamburgers were being grilled by a set of triplets, each girl with long shiny brown hair and light green eyes.

"What a day!" Brian sighed as one of the girls (she had enthusiastically introduced herself to the boys as Jessica) placed a hamburger on his plate. He was the last on line of the Hogwarts boys, and now they slowly made their way back to their area. All of their towels had been combined to make one large sitting area.

They each plopped themselves on their respective towels as they watched some students begin a dance around the fire. Paul, from earlier, was in front of what was becoming a line, and the girl behind him put her hands on his hips. This pattern continued, until almost all of the Salem kids (who weren't eating) started to dance around the beach in the line.

Andrew stood up suddenly, forgetting his food.

"Come on, it's a conga line!" He exclaimed, grabbing his Joseph's hand. "Maybe we'll end up behind some girls!"

Joseph groaned, but got up to follow his best friend, "Are girls all you think about?"

Andrew sent him a blinding smile, "Of course!" and they started towards the end of the line.

Jacob chuckled as he finished off his hotdog, watching as Andrew fell into step behind a very tall blonde and Joseph awkwardly placed his hands on a short red head that had ended up behind Andrew.

Anthony sat on the edge of the blankets with his knees pulled up to his chest, his elbow between his legs and chest, and his chin in his hand. Jacob's charm had worn off a bit, and his glasses and returned to his face, though his clothes remained the same. His sandals lied thrown on the other side of the towels, and he dug his bare toes into the sand.

He had been eerily quite since he had joined the boys again after his conversation with Jillian. His brow furrowed as because he was deep in thought, and he watched as the Valedictorian stood with her two friends in what seemed like a very animated conversation.

His stomach ached with an unfamiliar feeling, it was as if he had swallowed a large rock and it had settled at the bottom of his stomach. She had made him laugh and smile so much that muscles in his face ached. Jillian had done something to him, and it made his throat dry. It also hurt his heart, and he wanted to find out why.

"Hey Ant," Brian called from the opposite side of the blankets. Anthony snapped out of his trance and turned to look at his cousin, though by looking at the rest of the Weasleys, Brian would've been the last person you would have picked to be part of the clan. His dark brown hair and bright green eyes were attributes no other Weasley had, except their little sister, Delaney, odd, that. He stared at Anthony oddly, his head tilted slightly. "Who was that girl you were talking to all day?"

At this, Jacob snapped his attention towards his twin, and Anthony blushed deeply. He watched as this twin glared at him, and shrugged his shoulders towards Brian,

"Her name's Jillian, she was Salem's Valedictorian. We had some stuff in common." And with that, he turned back to the fire, watching it spit bits of flames at everyone. He felt Jacob scoot over to him, and Anthony tensed slightly, knowing his brother was going to reprimand him.

"What the hell are you doing?" Jacob hissed, as Anthony predicted. He turned to face his brother, who wore a look of utter confusion. "I brought you out here to get some sun, and you go out and mess around with some girl?"

"Who said I messed around? All I did was talk to her, unless that's your definition of messing around, which I fully doubt." Anthony said with a voice full of sarcasm.

"I saw you staring at her, I had no idea why, thought you might be just off in your own little world, but I guess not." Jacob mumbled, leaning back on his hands. He too looked out towards Jillian and her friends. "Might want to wait a little bit before you jump into anything else, don't you think?"

Anthony released a really loud sigh and slammed his hands on the ground beside him,

"Did I say I was going to do anything? Bloody hell, I'm so confused right now, I don't need you jumping on my back about anything!" He turned quickly towards his brother, sending him an angry glare. Jacob just eyed him carefully, a knowing smirk on his face.

Anthony stared at his brother for what seemed like eternity, trying to read what he was thinking. Did he know what was going on? Did Jacob have some sort of theory about all the feelings that were racing through his mind?

"Oh, are you guys busy?" A sweet voice from behind asked. Anthony snapped around and was surprised to see that Jillian and her two friends standing at the edge of their towels. They were just as pretty as she was, but they seemed to be a bit shyer than her. They stood behind her, eyeing the other boys cautiously.

"No." Anthony said quickly, sending a glare towards his brother. He stood up and wiped the nonexistent sand off of his clothes. "Jillian, this is my brother Jacob, my cousin Brian, and my friend James. Guys, this is Jillian and her friends."

The girls waved politely, and the boys returned the waves with less enthusiasm. Apparently, to Anthony, they all didn't like this situation.

Jillian seemed to notice the tension as well, because she backed away shrugging her shoulders,

"Where are you going?" Anthony asked quickly, grabbing her arm. She seemed a bit alarmed by his actions, and stared at him with questioning eyebrows raised. He let her go as fast as he had grabbed her, and blushed at his actions.

"I was actually going to go and look for some seashells…I just wanted to say hi." Jillian said her voice filled with suspicion.

Anthony nodded knowingly and noticed that her two friends had started a conversation with Andrew and Joseph (who had rushed off the conga line when they saw the group of girls close to their friends).

"Can I go with you?" He asked, feeling Jacob's glare on his back. Jillian looked slightly uncomfortable, but she nodded, and tilted her head in the direction she was heading.

"Yeah, sure…" and the two began to walk off. Before they got ten feet away, Anthony felt a slap on his back, and he turned around to see a red sandal lying on the ground by him. He shot his eyes towards Jacob, but his twin seemed totally immersed in the dancing that was going on. Anthony knew though, that the former Keeper had thrown the sandal at him.

They walked in silence for a little while, both of their wands lit up to search the sand beneath their feet. They hadn't had any luck looking for seashells, but it was relaxing to let the cold waves splash upon their feet every now and then. The campfire was now just a spark in the distance, but the voices of the Salem teens could still be heard.

"Well, this was pointless." Jillian sighed, stopping and crossing her arms. The light of her wand dimmed out, and Anthony's followed its lead seconds later. "I guess that was a kind of dumb idea, huh?" She asked, looking over at him. Anthony shrugged slightly, burying his hands in his pockets as he stared out towards the waves that were breaking.

"It's okay, it's nice though, the ocean."

And it was nice. The moon was far overhead, and it's light bounced off of the numerous waves in the water. It glistened with each movement and it seemed to go on for eternity.

"It is. Have you ever done this before? I mean, have a lovely night walk on the beach?" Jillian asked, sitting down and wrapping her arms around her knees as she pulled them up to her chest. She had a pair of black sweat pants on, with a gray jacket over her bathing suit top. Anthony followed her suit and sat down with his legs straight out in front of him.

"No, but I've done something similar. There's a lake right outside of Hogwarts, it's rather beautiful at night…" The memories flooded his mind immediately, and Anthony felt the familiar stinging of his eyes every time he thought about her.

"Oh…was it with your girl?" Jillian asked quietly, stretching her legs out in front of her. Anthony nodded slightly, biting his tongue at the thought. "What's her name? You didn't mention her earlier."

He turned to her, ready to see either a very disappointed stare or an angry one. But, he saw neither. Jillian looked earnestly interested in the information she was asking for.

Her hair fell to the side as she tilted her head in a questioning form. He liked that style, though long flowing hair was more to his taste…Anthony noticed how her hazel eyes twinkled in the light, but…they didn't make his stomach flutter like the pale blue eyes he was in love with…he couldn't stare into Jillian's eyes with the same look of adoration he did with her…

"Taylor." He said more to himself than to her. Jillian nodded appreciatively, turning her gaze back to the ocean.

"I like that name, I have a friend name Taylor. We have a tiny pond, by my house. My boyfriend, Will, and I used to skip stones in the summer, it's fun."

Anthony tried to suppress his surprise at her comment and he stared at her just as oddly as she had him. Jillian blushed slightly,

"Oh, I guess I forgot to mention him," She put a single finger to her lips, "Shh…don't tell." She giggled.

He opened his mouth to say something, but he couldn't. All that worrying that he was attracted to her…and if he actually were there would have been no point because she had a boyfriend. The rock in his stomach seemed to disintegrate in the acids. Maybe it wasn't an attraction…maybe it was a realization…

"Yeah…you didn't. Er…why isn't he here?" Anthony asked quietly. A million thoughts were swimming through his mind, and no matter how hard he tried to calm himself down, he couldn't, and he began to breath a little heavier.

"Oh, he lives in Australia, that's why Paul said I liked guys with accents. Their graduation was today, actually, and I didn't want him to miss it, and he didn't want me to miss this trip…So…what's Taylor like?"

Anthony didn't know if he could really put into words how wonderful Taylor is. He had tried, in his mind, but there were never enough similes or metaphors to compare her with. What did he really think of her? She made mistakes and was sometimes rude, but that just made her the amazing person she was…the person he knew he was truly in love with.

"Taylor is…I've known her forever, since I was eleven, and I'm pretty sure I've liked…loved her since then. I don't know how to describe her…she's the most gorgeous woman I've ever had the pleasure to lay my eyes on…but…she's so much more than that. She's…just perfect, but not really. Do you understand?"

Jillian nodded knowingly, letting go of her knees to lean back on her hands,

"Absolutely. Will is so frustratingly stubborn, but," She gazed out into the ocean. "It makes him…him. It's funny, we wouldn't have ever gotten together if it wasn't for him refusing to move out of my way in a restaurant in Australia, made me miss the Portkey home, and I had to sit with him for an hour; haven't gone a day without talking to him since. I miss him terribly, we only spoke for a few minutes this morning…" Jillian looked back towards the campfire, "She didn't come today, I'm assuming?"

"No, it's just us guys. Taylor and I…we had a bit of a row…er…fight, recently, and I haven't spoken to her in about six days." He explained painfully. Jillian nodded softly, combing her hand through her hair,

"Do you think it's over?" She asked quietly, darting her eyes away from the water to him. Anthony stared out at the reflection of the crescent moon on the water. It sparkled like a thousand jewels freshly cleaned, and…yes…he could spot the exact blue of her eyes in the water.

He smiled softly, remembering how her eyes had shined when she talked about their marriage, the way she had spun around giddily. The way she had smiled at him literally sent sparks of warmth throughout his body, and yes, it made his heart flutter.

"No." He answered in a voice softer than what she had used. Turning to her, he saw a bright smile on her face, causing him to smile too. Anthony stood up quickly and put his hand out for Jillian, which she graciously took.

"Why are we here when we should be with the ones we love?" She asked, snuggling her sweater closer to her body as a cool ocean breeze swept by. Anthony smiled brightly, and the two began to walk back towards the fire,

"I have no ruddy idea, but I plan on going back to England as soon as possible. This trip's made me realize how much I miss her."

When they reached the campfire, Anthony noticed that his friends had not moved from their towels (except for Andrew, who was flirting with a very pretty tanned girl). He was standing a few feet in front of Jacob, who was lying on his back with his shirt under his head as a pillow. Anthony made sure to step on his brother as he crossed the towels to grab his sandals. Jacob sat up abruptly, grabbing his stomach because of the foot that had just pushed itself into it. He sent a glare towards Anthony, but his twin just smiled, and motioned for him to follow.

Jillian started towards her two friends and waved over her shoulder,

"You better find her, Anthony, or I'll cross this pond and pull every strand of red hair out of your body!" She threatened with a teasing voice. Anthony waved back and nodded in agreement.

He began to roll up his towel, and Jacob rolled onto his stomach, staring at his brother with an incredulous look.

"Are you doing what I think you're doing?" He asked, a grin on his face. Anthony turned to his twin and smiled a wide smile,

"If you think that I'm going back to England to find my Taylor, then, yes, I am doing what you think I'm doing."

"I want to go back too." James said suddenly, standing up with his towel already rolled up. "It's been fun, but…I don't know." He smiled sheepishly and shrugged. Brian stood up as well, wiping the sand that was all over his pants (he had a lot of fun playing volleyball, diving all over the place).

"Yeah, let's get out of here." The green eye boy agreed. The Hogwarts boys cleaned up their area and trudged up to the boardwalk ready to go (Andrew needed much persuasion, but after he got the girl's address, he was satisfied and ready to go).

As they opened the door to where the Portkey was held, they began to discuss the day's events, and it seemed that they each had an enjoyable time.

Brian and Jacob began to reenact their spectacular plays during the volleyball game by conjuring a fake ball from Brian's towel and spiking it around the room. Andrew stared lovingly at the paper that held the girl's address and he discussed the situation with Joseph.

James checked over the schedule of the Portkeys, and the next one to The Leaky Cauldron, London, England was due to leave in five minutes after their arrival.

"We missed the original one, it was set for five o'clock US time, will your dad be mad?" He asked Andrew. The former Chaser shrugged slightly,

"Eh, I guess it'll be like, an extra payment…" As he said this, he calculated the extra time they had spent there, his mouth slacking open. "Oh Merlin, he's going to be furious!" All color left Andrew's face and he raced to the bottle of lotion that was the Portkey ("Hurry up!"). James chuckled softly, nudging Anthony to take a look at the frantic expression on Andrew's face. The redhead smiled softly, but he was still deep in thought.

Now that he had decided not to totally give up on the situation with Taylor, he wasn't exactly sure of what he could do. He had asked Soledad for some information of her whereabouts, but the curly haired girl could not give him any details; Taylor had not responded to any of her letters either.

And that Howler her mother sent…that proved she was not at her house either. Anthony shuddered at the memory of the Howler…

"YOU BLOODY WEASLEY! HOW DARE YOU BREAK MY DAUGHTER'S HEART! YOU KNOW VERY WELL THAT I DON'T CARE FOR YOUR FAMILY, BUT TAYLOR IS MY LIFE AND I WILL NOT ACCEPT HER BEING HURT BY SOME BOY WHO DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO KEEP HIS MOUTH SHUT! SHE LEFT ME A NOTE DETAILING WHAT HAPPENED, AND NOW SHE'S GONE OFF TO BE ALONE! I DON'T KNOW WHY I'M TELLING YOU THIS MAYBE YOU'LL REALIZE HOW MUCH YOU TRULY HURT MY DAUGHTER! IT PAINS ME TO SAY THIS, BUT I KNOW SHE DOES LOVE YOU, SO YOU BETTER TAKE CARE OF THIS, OR I WILL PERSONALLY MAKE SURE THAT TAYLOR NEVER SPEAKS TO YOU AGAIN!"

Anthony smirked and watched as the other boys began to gather around the Portkey.

"Come on Ant," Jacob called, touching to very tip of the bottle. "Don't want to wait another three hours, do you?"

He shook his head and joined the boys and placed a single finger in a free space between James and Brian's hands.

"Three…two…one…" Andrew counted down. And the pulling on his stomach started again and they raced back to The Leaky Cauldron.

They landed in the same corridor they had left, Joseph, James, and Anthony falling down in the process. The other boys laughed and trudged down the hall to the main section of the bar, passing a few of the hotel rooms that seemed empty.

Jacob had Brian in a headlock as they made their way towards the bar, and Andrew was pulling his cloak from the bag he was carrying. The redhead placed his cousin's head on the counter, grinning madly at the power he had over him.

"Ergh! Let go you bloody moron!" Brian grunted, gripping Jacob's arm as well as he could.

"Language, Brian." A very sleepy voice said from the other side of the counter. Jacob and Brian looked up slightly, and the redhead quickly let go of his cousin to stare at the two girls sitting in stools at the end of the counter.

Tom the bartender wiped his hands with an old rag and chuckled at the astonished looks of the boys. Sarah Lee and Soledad Diego sat on the opposite end of the counter. Sarah had her head in her hand looking very tired, and Soledad's head was hidden under the mass of curly hair that was laid on the table.

Jacob hadn't seen his girlfriend since the weekend after graduation, when she went home to her parents in Madrid. Letters were nice, but to actually see her…well, that was completely amazing.

"These two were looking for you gents, told em' that you'd be back at ten…" He leaned back to look at Andrew, who looked petrified. "Your father burst in here a little while ago, he didn't look too happy."

Andrew made a very strangled and terrified sound, and Apparated out of the bar. Tom chuckled softly, and began to wipe the counter,

"When they said they were looking for Weasleys I set up two rooms, cause I knew you'd guys would be responsible, plus, I don't recommend that the ladies Apparate."

Jacob and Brian nodded and then rushed to their girls, each of them very apprehensive about approaching them. The other boys entered, and were quite shocked to at the sight. James breathed a sigh of relief, and leaned to whisper in Anthony's ear,

"Good thing I told Lilly where I was." He winked, and then said his good nights as he Apparated. Joseph did the same, and then Anthony, shaking his head at his brother and cousin before he left.

Sarah seemed to only be awake because of the simple fact that Brian had showed up. She smiled softly at him as he helped her up, and fell into his chest for support.

"Sarah…" He whispered, putting his arms around her waist. "What are you doing here?"

She sighed softly into his bare chest (she hadn't noticed he had no shirt on) and draped one of her arms over his left shoulder.

"I came with Soledad, she wanted to tell you guys something…" Sarah giggled softly, and Brian just decided to carry her out. He slowly wrapped his arms around her legs and lifted her up. She opened her eyes and smiled at him, "She has really big news, I want to tell you…but she'll be mad…" And with that, Sarah fell asleep on his shoulder.

Brian looked very anxious and distressed. Tom smiled even brighter, and jerked his thumb towards the hallway they had just come from.


"First door on your left, be good." He said with a laugh. Brian blushed furiously and nodded, silently thanking the old bartender.

Jacob was having a harder time with Soledad. He lifted her shoulders back, but she was completely asleep, meaning that she was dead weight.

"Come on, love." He murmured, picking her up in a similar fashion as Brian had Sarah. Tom rolled his eyes at the two, and Jacob stopped to talk to him, "You know what they wanted to tell us?" He asked, as he adjusted Soledad in his arms.

Tom's eyes twinkled mischievously, but he shook his head,

"Nope, not a clue. First door on your right." He smiled brightly at Jacob, and continued to wipe the counter. Jacob eyed him suspiciously, but he bid the bartender good night and headed towards their almost quiet room (Tom had begun to hum a tune that reminded Jacob of a Cannons game he went to).

As he opened the door, Soledad began to mumble some incoherent words, and Jacob quickly brought her into the room. Flipping on the light, he found the bed (this made him blush), unlocked the snaps of her cloak (which fell to the ground without further notice) and he gently placed her down, making sure she was in a comfortable position.

Standing up, Jacob took her slumber as an opportunity to look her over, and wonder what could be so important. She was dressed very casually; a pair of blue jeans and a yellow t-shirt was seen under her cloak. Her hair was completely loose around her head, and Jacob couldn't help but smile at how pretty her hair was, not that she thought so. It was often tied up, because of her insecurities of it being extremely unruly. Pointing his wand at her, he performed the same charm he had on Anthony, and now Soledad was dressed in a two-piece yellow pajama that he had seen her in before.

He watched as her lips moved again, and her eyes squinted tightly, in an almost anguished look. Concerned, he dropped to his knees by the side of the bed, pushing some hair out of his face and letting his fingers linger on her cheek,

"Hey…" He called softly, caressing her cheek. Her face contorted into one of pain, and her mouth opened wide to maybe scream, but all that came out was a very strained gasp for air. With the experience he had with Anthony, Jacob knew not to wake someone who was having a nightmare, so he continued to stroke her face, hoping it would calm her.

Soledad's shoulders hunched and she brought her hands to the Jacob's, gripping it tightly. She flinched as if she was being hit by something a few times and opened her mouth to release a few whimpers,

"Ay Dios…" She whispered in a scared tone. "Fix him, Dios, fix him!" She spoke in a higher pitch and a little louder than before. "I'll take you to Hogwarts, let me take care of him, I'll take you there…"

Jacob's heart dropped into his stomach as he remembered her saying those exact words; Soledad was reliving the accident in the Shrieking Shack. He wanted to wake her up to make her stop seeing all of the horrible images, but that would only hurt her, as Madame Pomfrey once told him.

"He's dying, ay Dios, he's probably dead…don't touch me!" She shrieked, thrashing her arms suddenly. Jacob took a blow in the chest, but it was the shock of it that hurt, not the actually punch. He stood up and grabbed her arms, so she wouldn't cause any damage to herself.

"It's not real…" He said in a soothing voice. "It's over…he's gone…"

"No sea muerto...él parece muerto..." She whispered, as tears leaked from her closed eyes. Jacob wiped them away and moved her over slightly, so he could sit on the bed next to her.

"Muerto…dead…" He said softly, continuing to wipe her tears. "No Solely, I'm not dead…I'm right here…"

Soledad's eyes fluttered open and they seemed to be out of focus. She shook her head vigorously, a huge grimace on her face. Her tears fell more freely now, and she sobbed, wiping at her eyes. Sitting up, looked around the room, and continued to cry uncontrollably.

"I'm not dead." Jacob whispered, taking her head in his hands. He wasn't sure if she was still asleep, but he couldn't bear to see her like this without helping her.

Soledad's eyes finally focused upon him, as if she was literally scared of him. But then…a very sad smile slid on her face, and she threw herself into him, burying her face into his chest. Jacob's arms were quickly around her, and he rocked her back and forth, as she cried into him. With a soothing voice, he was able to put her to sleep,

"I'm not dead…I'm here…"

Anthony entered his house as quickly as he could, knowing that his family was definitely sleeping. He couldn't wait until he had his own apartment, and hopefully, that would be soon. Jacob had slipped house ads for him under his door during the past week, and there were plenty of jobs waiting for him, he just needed to get to work on it. He would figure everything out, once he solved the problem with Taylor. And, with a determined sigh, Anthony was sure he was going to at least settle their situation for good.

Lighting his wand instead of turning on some lights in fear of waking his family, Anthony found his cat, Marauder, sitting patiently on the bottom set of stairs that led up to his room. He reached down to scratch the gray cat on its head, but he retracted his hand back quickly because Marauder hissed at him.

"What's wrong?" Anthony whispered, bending down to look into his cat's piercing blue eyes. Marauder hissed again and bent down as if to pounce on him, "I just want to go upstairs!" He said quickly, growing angry at the cat that remained in a fighting stance. At his words, Marauder struck out his paw with lightening speed, swiping Anthony across the cheek, his claws scratching the skin.

Too shocked to make a noise, Anthony fell back, and watched with wide eyes as Marauder paced back and forth on the bottom step like a watch guard. The red head held his hand to his cheek (he felt the blood dripping down his hand and onto his arm) and stared at his cat with disbelief.

As he was getting ready to stand up, thinking he would have to stun his cat to get to his room, a green glow lit up their library, flickering in the darkness. Anthony stiffened, wondering what was causing the light. Sending Marauder one final look of anger, he headed towards the library, his wand in his free hand.

"Hullo?" A deep voice called from the other end of the room, and Anthony relaxed realizing that someone was speaking through the fire. Regaining his composure, he walked past the table centered in the room and a couple of armchairs (the family's library was a very comfortable place).

"Hold on, I'm here." He said, hoping that the person wouldn't leave. It must have been urgent if the person was calling in the middle of the night.

The head in the fire was looking frantically around as if they were worried about being caught, and Anthony immediately sat in the chair that was strategically placed for this form of communication.

"Hullo?" Anthony called. The head snapped towards him quickly, a huge grin plastered on his face. The redhead pushed himself far back into the chair, completely amazed by the person in the fire. He hadn't seen him in over a year, and the fact that he was in the Weasley household…it was a bit of a shock. "Malcolm!" He exclaimed, sliding off the seat and onto his knees to get closer to the fire.

Malcolm Malfoy smiled brightly and waved softly towards Anthony, pushing his shoulder length blonde hair out of his face. He and the redhead had become good friends after the incident, though it was harder for the rest of the Weasleys to fully trust him. Anthony knew though, that Malcolm was as innocent as Taylor was, and that was enough for him.

"Hullo Anthony, just the man I was looking for! I was afraid I would cause too much noise; you have a baby sister, don't you? Your mum would have my head!" He chuckled softly, and Anthony found it quite ironic. He wondered if his father would ever believe that a Malfoy would be apologizing for interrupting a Weasley's sleep.

"Why were you looking for me?" Anthony asked with clear confusion. "We haven't spoken in over a year!"

Malcolm nodded solemnly, checking behind him again, and Anthony wondered what he looking out for.

"Well, I'm sure you've noticed the disappearance of Taylor Parkinson."


The redhead's mouth dropped and he was hit with a huge revelation: Malcolm was the only family besides her mother that Taylor could have run to!

"Oh Merlin, Malcolm! Is she with you?" He cried out, pressing his hand harder against his still bleeding cheek. Malcolm nodded, his eyes darting to a noise that was heard in the background.

"Yes, she's been with me since the day after graduation, just showed up that night hysterical and crying," Anthony grimaced at the image as Malcolm continued. "She told me that she needed some time to think and to not reveal her location to anyone who asked, but…" He looked very concerned with his narrowed eyes, "Anthony, I'm rather sure something's wrong with her now, one of my elves (Anthony smiled inwardly at the fact that his mother had been successful in her S.P.E.W. movement) came up to me just now and said that she t had requested some sharp objects for Merlin knows what!"

Anthony's heart plummeted at the thought of Taylor hurting herself, and he stood up immediately, grabbing the pot of Floo Powder his family had on the mantle of the fireplace,

"What's your house name? I'm coming right now." He said with a voice he normally used as Head Boy. Malcolm smiled an odd smile in the green of the fire,

"I was about to suggest that, too complicated to give coordinates. It's called 'Birnam Wood.' See you in a bit."

The redhead shuddered slightly as the fire diminished to ashes. He took a handful of Floo Powder and placed the can back on the mantle. He hoped that the cut on his face had stopped bleeding; he would fix it up when he had the time.

He had just stepped into the fireplace and put his hand in front of him, when he heard a quiet meowing. Marauder was standing by the seat he was just in, looking rather meek. Anthony smiled softly, realizing that his cat had kept him from going upstairs for a reason,

"Thanks, I'll make sure to get you some extra treats, alright?" The cat meowed as if in response, and then slunk away into the darkness.

Taking a deep breath, Anthony threw down the Floo Powder and shouted,

"BIRNAM WOOD!"