'…Taped to the front door, though, there was a letter that said two words on the front of the envelope, written in a very delicate cursive handwriting and it said:

'Emma Rosier'...'

Emma looked at it curiously and tore it from the front door. "What's that?" she heard Oliver ask from behind her.

"I don't know." she said still looking at it as she unlocked the door to their house. She turned the living room lights on and took the baby bag into the kitchen where she set it on the table, along with her keys. Oliver headed upstairs to put Alexis in a pair of pajamas.

She turned the letter over and saw a red wax seal that had a skull with a snake crawling though its mouth in the center of the seal. She gasped when she saw it, it was the Dark Mark. That all to familiar symbol that she had seen on her parents and through a lot of the homes she had lived in. She became very worried now, the Dark Mark only meant Deatheaters.

She cautiously broke the seal and pulled out the letter. She unfolded it and saw the same crisp cursive writing her name had been written in.

'Emma,

You know me, but don't know exactly who I am, but you will in time. And when you do you will regret knowing me and for everything that you have done. Now…onto business…

How dare you insult your family and forget the morals you were taught! You will pay dearly for that! You have ended your pureblood family line! It has been tainted by that mudblood husband of yours and that disgusting child the two of you created!

You have insulted and dishonored the two people that cared about you most of all and brought you into this world. You have dishonored every Deatheater family, not to mention Lord Voldemort.

You will pay for everything that you have done, to dishonor your family. You will learn where your loyalties should lie. You better fear for your filthy mudblood of a husband and that little mudblood brat of yours.

Mark my words. You will suffer!

A Faithful Deatheater'

Emma dropped the letter tears coming to her eyes. "No it's not possible!" she said out loud. 'Harry killed Voldemort. He wasn't around anymore. All of the Deatheaters had been caught, and all those that were related to Deatheaters were checked out for anything. There hadn't been a breakout, but….what if…what if the Ministry had missed one…and they were out there waiting to strike…what if they were getting new recruits…what if they were coming to power again under a new leader that wanted revenge…and they were coming after her and her family. What about Erica…and Marcus' Thinking of this scared her so much that she fell to the kitchen floor and started crying, pulling a chair down with her making a loud bang noise. She was freaking out big time, something unusual for her, and all she saw was that dreadful letter laying on the floor a few feet from her. She pulled her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around them crying louder, rocking back and forth.

A minute or 2 later Oliver came running into the kitchen at the sound of the fallen chair. The sight that greeted him tore at his heart. There was Emma on the floor crying, knees to her chest. The chair lay behind her and she didn't even look at him. Just kept her eyes on that note. He walked over to her and knelt down next to her, taking her into his arms trying to calm her down.

After a few minutes, she had stopped most of her crying, and was trembling now. Oliver took this opportunity to speak. "Emma, what's wrong?". Only silence answered him. So he tried again. "Emma, talk to me. What's the matter?" Still no answer. "Emma, please. I want to help. What's going on." This time she met his eyes and looked as if she had finally noticed that he was there. She didn't give a verbal reply, but pointed to the letter on the kitchen floor.

He followed her hand and saw the letter. He leaned over her and picked it up. He then took a few minutes to read it over to see what had upset her so much. When he finished reading it he was shocked, he didn't know what to say, and he was on the brink of tears to, but wouldn't shed them. He had to be strong for Emma. She had told him about her life and knew that it must be affecting her more. She had told him about how although her parents loved her they started teaching her dark arts at 2. Her parents friends would come over and she had to witness muggles being tortured. She knew what Deatheaters were capable of more then most, and he didn't know if they had tortured her when she was little she hadn't said anything like that but she did say her parents would be furious when she did something wrong.

He didn't know what to do now. Everything was fine and dandy and hour ago now everything had caved in around him. His family was in danger and they didn't know who they were fearing and that frightened him even more. He looked at Emma again who was still crying silently. He gave her another hug and stood up. He threw the letter in the trash and went back over to Emma. He gently picked her up and she clung to him, like her life depended on it. He took her upstairs and into their bedroom and laid her on their bed.

He went to get in with her, but she finally spoke, "I want my baby…" she said looking at him. He gave her a little smile and went to leave the room. "Wait…" she said now sitting up in bed and he stopped and turned around. "Don't leave me alone…" she pleaded with him fresh tears coming to her eyes, and making some tears sting at his eyes. In all the years he had know her she had never sounded so weak and vulnerable, and it broke his heart.

He walked back over to her and knelt down next to the bed, taking her hands "I'm not going to leave you alone. I'm just getting Alexis. I'll be right back I promise, I'm not going to let anything happen to you. I promise." he said looking her straight in the eyes and giving each of her hands a soft kiss.

He then stood up and walked towards the door leaving Emma in their room. She was there for a few minutes staring at the bedroom door, waiting for Oliver to return. Then she saw a shadow cast on the floor in the hallway and started freaking out a little, but calmed when Oliver walked in carrying their sleeping daughter in his arms. He slid into bed and placed their daughter in between the two of them. He gave Emma and Alexis a kiss on the forehead and leaned over to turn of the table light. He heard Emma give a little whimper, he took her hand and whispered "Everything is going to be all right."

He was scared, and worried. He wanted to cry as well, but couldn't. He had to be strong for both Emma and Alexis. He had a job to do and that was protect them with his life, no matter what it would take. He gave Emma's hand a little squeeze for more reassurance for her. He then waited until he heard her breathing steady, before he too fell asleep.