Chapter Six

A saddened female watched the emotions fly across the old wizard. She knew he would refuse to stand down when it came to his students. But it was needed for the future that they disappeared. Sighing softly, she glanced down at the sudden warming of the jewels on a velvet black bag.

It was then she understood. 'You won't leave your students behind. The enemy cannot destroy something if its not truly there. Until the paths of the world have realigned the world, Muggle-born and Muggle-lovers in schools can no longer be touched, nor will they once they receive their letters to come. Not even those left behind.' With that she refused to elaborate.

Even as the others began to uproar with disagreement, her golden eyes locked unto twinkling blue. It was then she realized why so many people feared, respected, and were very annoyed with the great Albus Dumbledore. The man may have lived a long eventful life but he always seemed to know what was being said between the lines, without ever having wish to be a mind reader. Barely noticeable she tipped her head in deep respect.

Albus inwardly chuckled as he watched the young woman realize he knew exactly what she meant. With the new knowledge that one day Harry Potter would return and that his students would remain completely safe, almost intangible from anything until it was time, he turned to his colleagues, "SILENCE!"

As they all quieted from the harsh calm tones, all eyes roved to the older wizard, "All members in this room will be welcomed to leave with me. Minerva, I shall endeavour you to find Mr and Ms. Weasley, Ms. Granger and of course, Mr. Longbottom since they are the ones involved with our order. Arthur, Molly, I wish for you to contact the rest of your family, invite them here. Severus?"

Severus Snape shook his head, "No, Albus. I shall remain here at Hogwarts. It will be expected of me."

Lost in her thoughts, Pythia ignored the departures of scurrying feet, hurrying to gather items for their unknown destination. She also missed the sadden look from headmaster to potion master, though the older wizard understood what his old student was required to be.

Her attention was jerked back roughly when a young female called to her headmaster, "Professor! What's happening?"

The older wizard began to feel his age, "Harry was captured hours earlier by Voldemort. Then placed under sessions of Cruciatus before he suffered a group Killing Curse."

"No!" Hot tears fell freely from the brunette female.

Albus had no choice but to nod, "Pythia," pointing to the shawl covered female, "has taken his body elsewhere for safe keeping. She has come for us with news of an attack by Voldemort. From her words, we will not be able to survive nor be able to defend the castle. She has guaranteed the safety of those within the castle until we can return to fight Voldemort. I have asked several of you to come with me, into hiding."

Though most are in tears over the news, they can't believe they must leave home and leave behind many good friends and family. But the few students chosen truly understood that they were given the chance to leave and to possibly learn. With no regard to their answers, Pythia carefully yanked free a few jewels. 'As wizards you may change the shapes of these items but I beg of you to never lose them. They belong to my master and when his will is done, he will draw them back. Twine a signature to the stones so they may recognize you. The dark blue sapphire will take you to a hidden home within a wooden area. Keep in groups and at least one of the other jewels on you when leaving the area, they will disguise you. Good luck.'

Before a mouth could open, a large pillar of colour smoke flared brightly before dying into grey. The stunned group was shocked at the sudden disappearance of Pythia, leaving only the few jewelled stones behind.