Disclaimer: Yeah, I know I forgot to put it on the first chapter. I do not own Harry Potter or any characters or any of the songs I may put in this, don't sue.

Author Note: Okay, so I was working on the rest of the chapters during math (seriously. Who NEEDS algebra anyhow?) But guess what? I lost my notebook! So I'll do this by memory as best I can.

Callie was breathing heavily. It was all a dream. It can't be. They can't be dead. Who were those men? What did they want? It was the killing curse, Callie knew that for sure. Her father had told her about the Unforgivable Curses when she was ten. He said that the Avada Kadvra, the kiiling curse was the worst out of the three. She knew there was no counter curse, no way of protecting yourself against it, and it would leave the victim dead and unmarked. She knew only one survived the curse, but she couldn't remember the name. So when she saw the man point his wand at McGonagall, her first reaction was to push her out of the way. Even though she hated her with every vein in her body, she couldn't let her die. Not in that horrible way. Her arm was in pain, but she just figured it was from hitting the table when they ducked down.

"Are they gone?" Callie asked.

"I think so," McGonagall said. They climbed out from under the table. Callie ran to her parents and choked back her tears. It was enough that she watched her sister die last year. Now her parents were killed by two complete strangers. I have no family, Callie thought. All I have left is Grandma! And she hates us all!

McGonagall felt her spirit drop. What have I done? She said to herself. She then realized what pain she caused this family. Not Lucius. Not You-Know-Who. No. It was her. She refused to attend the wedding when she found out that her daughter was marrying Richard Baisley and cut off ties with her, Richard, and their daughters in her own anger and stubbornness, even though Callie and Morgan had nothing to do with it. What's worse, she didn't even attend the funeral of her youngest granddaughter. Considering all of that, she didn't think she was that much better that the Death Eaters. In fact, she didn't blame Callie for hating her.

"Callie, will you be okay?" McGonagall asked. "I understand if you want to be alone." Without a word, Callie left to her room. McGonagall had no idea what to do. She touched her daughter.

"Hannah, I'm so sorry!" McGonagall said, crying. "What have I done? I'm so sorry Hannah." But she knew it was too late for apologies.

McGonagall went by Callie's room and peeked in. She heard Callie singing softly and looking into an old photo album. She sang prettily, McGonagall thought, even though she could tell she was crying.

Callie didn't see McGonagall. She already lost her little sister to cancer. Now she lost both her parents. She sang the same song she sang to herself when Morgan died:

Who can say for certain
Maybe you're still here
I feel you all around me
Your memory's so clear

Deep in the stillness
I can hear you speak
You're still an inspiration
Can it be (?)
That you are my
Forever love
And you are watching over me from up above

Fly me up to where you are
Beyond the distant star
I wish upon tonight
To see you smile
If only for awhile to know you're there
A breath away's not far
To where you are

Callie didn't think that the words applied exactly, but the song comforted her.

The next morning, McGonagall and Callie went down to the Waffle House for breakfast. McGonagall thought this might be the time to tell her the purpose of her visit.

"First of all, Callie," McGonagall said, dropping her voice. "Are you aware that you're a witch?" Callie nodded. "Okay," McGonagall said. "First, you need to know, those tow men that showed up last night were Lucuis Malfoy and…well, we don't speak his name. It's…just…I can't."

"For pity's sake, Grandma," Callie said, a little irritated. "We're the only of our kind in this country. No one will care."

"Very well," McGonagall said. "His name is Voldemort. One thing you need to know about…we'll call him You-Know-Who, is that he's a powerful wizard. Now Callie, I know you've never been around any other wizards or witches, but some are good, like you and me, and some are bad. Who-Know-Who is just as bad as any can get. He also gained some followers, such as Malfoy, called Death Eaters." McGonagall took a breath.

"Callie, you probably don't know this, but your father was a Death Eater. He changed though, shortly after he met your mother." Callie sat there, shocked.She couldn't imagine Dad, who was compassionate, caring, and there for Callie and Morgan, could kill, just like those two men did just last night. Maybe that's why he showed her the Unforgivable Curses at such a young age. In case something like this were to happen. So she'd be ready.

"So what do we do now?" Callie asked.

"Well, in Britain, we are doing everything we can to put an end to this. We recently just lost the greatest wizard on our side, so we're doing pretty badly. Do you know any magic?"

"Sure," Callie said. "I've known how to do certain spells, and I can even produce a Patronus."

"Really?" McGonagall asked, surprised. "What form does it take?"

"A leopard."

"This is great!" McGonagall exclaimed, getting excited. "You could come to Britain! You have serious promise as an Auror."

"Whoa!" Callie said. "I'd have to leave Tennessee? In that case, forget it!" Why should she have to leave? She could produce a Patronus. So what? That made her Auror material? She tried telling herself this, but she knew she just didn't want to leave her hometown. She spent her whole life here. Even though she had no family, that wasn't any reason to leave. On the other hand, she couldn't let an entire population, her people, die.

"I'll think about it," Callie said, even thought she already knew what the answer was going to be.