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"Wow!
A perfect Wronski Feint! That's wonderful!" Chris said as the
four of them walked down to dinner.
It was Halloween, so there
were floating pumpkins everywhere and a harvest moon.
They sat
down to dinner and someone came up behind Kenzie.
"Ms.
Potter, may I have a word with you?" said Professor
Lupin.
"Yeah, but can they come?" Kenzie said, gesturing
to her friends.
"Why not? Come
along."
"Ms.
Potter, you say you saw Voldemort in Ollivander's?" said
Lupin.
"Yeah," Kenzie said.
"Were there any
other witnesses?"
"Yes. My family, and the Weasleys,"
she said, pointing at Kayla.
"Yes, well. Your family has been
kidnapped along with the Weasleys, you say?"
"Yes. I can
feel it. It just doesn't seem natural that they ran somewhere."
"It's
just as I suspected," Lupin said, rising from his chair. "The
Dark Lord is channeling his thoughts into you."
"How?"
Chris asked suspiciously.
"By means of that scar. You can
read his mind, he can't read yours. Now shut your eyes tight and see
if you can read anything."
"Okay," Kenzie
said.
Suddenly, she was somewhere else, a dark room, it seemed. At
the far end of the room was a huddled mass.
Their families!
She
tried to scream to them, but no sound came out of her mouth.
A
tall, gangly figure entered. It was Voldemort.
"Oh, please,
please spare us!" said Hermione. She looked so thin and pale. It
was a terrible sight.
"Oh, don't worry, Mrs. Weasley. I like
you. You'll die quickly," came the evil voice.
Kenzie opened
her eyes and the ground came back.
"He's going to kill them.
He's planning a wizardly Holocaust," she said.
"And you
must stop it, Ms. Potter. I'm giving you all my trust to stop this
monster as your father did," Lupin said.