A/N: Here it is, finally. I decided to just write through my writer's block. The news article isn't very convincing, and the chapter title's really crappy, but please bear with me. Anyway, please enjoy!

The four of us had met with the Order earlier that evening. Now, we were sitting around the kitchen table, unable to think of anything to say. The meeting had been everything but helpful. Not only did any member have a clue as to what they should do about the werewolve's plans, but all of them also seemed to willingly avoid any discussion of it, as if in denial. Except Bill. I could see the emotional mark of one of Fenrir's victims.

As I had re-accounted his story during the meeting, Bill's heavily scarred face had been a showcase for anger, horror, and disgust. Fleur too had noticed, placing a comforting arm around his waist. I had smiled at the sight of the golden wedding band glinting on her finger and glanced over at Tonks who smiled at me.

But that was then. And now, Tonks' face was grave as was everyone else's. I gazed around at them, preparing to speak. I didn't know what I would say, but the silence was unbearable. Just as I opened his mouth and took a breath, I was cut off by the sound of a door creaking open. I turned in my seat to see, framed in the doorway, Bill Weasley.

"Hi," he said awkwardly, slowly making his way into the room and closing the door, "I couldn't help but notice that we didn't really get much done earlier." He paused to look around. Perhaps taking encouragement from their silence, seeing that no one was going to override him, Bill's voice became stronger as he continued.

"And I think that the innocent people out there deserve better than that. We all meet so that we can protect them, all of them, against Voldemort. Shouldn't that include Fenrir? A lesser evil perhaps, but an evil still. And if you say no to that, can you even try to argue that Fenrir would have the courage or power to even think of committing this crime if not for Voldemort rising and the fact that Fenrir himself is a Death Eater?"

Bill's already flushed faced, grew redder as he noticed that everyone was still watching him, as if he thought he had gotten carried away. As his gaze landed on me, I smiled softly, amused, but still reassuring him. "Bill, we already agree with you. As a matter of fact, that is why we have remained in this room. I guess you came to the right place."

McGonagall conjured up a chair. "Have a seat Bill" Tonks giggled slightly, Harry was smirking. Bill seemed disbelieving of how carried away he had gotten and even more disbelieving of the fact that he was being offered a seat by the people he had most likely thought would be insulted by his outburst.

"We need to think quick about what we should do about this." Harry's face was grave as he took something out of the mouth of an owl that had just arrived, "Fenrir's already begun carrying out his plan." Harry slapped a copy of the Daily Prophet down on the table. Even Minerva gasped at the headline page. I bit my lip, looking over at Tonks who had her hand over her mouth before continuing to read the article.

Disaster Finds Shady Glen

Shady Glen, a small village located about ten miles from the River Otter in Devon, was found in ruins yesterday by a shocked and frightened Mr. Reginald Tyler, a local muggle milkman, who immediately reported the destruction to the authorities at the please-men headquarters located in a nearby town. Members of the Magical Law Enforcement Patrol (MLEP) apparated to the area to investigate as soon as they were informed of this horrific event.

A small investigation, that was merely policy, was preformed. However, it was immediately obvious that the cause could be nothing but a werewolf attack. Huge wolf prints could be found milling around the bodies of the dead. Houses were destroyed, clawed into pieces, glass smashed in.

As members of the MLEP observed the sickening scene, they noticed something odd. Although there were many dead, none of the bodies were that of children.

Why were children spared? Where are the children of the dead now? What will the future hold for them? All these questions, and many more, remain unanswered.

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Bill was the first to look up from the article, his face deathly white. "River Otter," he stuttered, "Ten miles from River Otter. That's just near the Burrow!" Harry looked up, concern in his eyes. The Weasleys, all but Bill, had stayed home, not yet having returned to Grimmauld Place. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley still refused to let Ron join and Fred and George hadn't joined yet, though they planned on doing so soon. Therefore, Arthur and Molly had stayed home with their children for the first few weeks of summer vacation.

"We should firecall to make sure everyone's okay," Harry said, placing a hand on Bill's shoulder, "I'm sure nothing's happened to them, Bill." Harry tried to reassure him, comforting Bill although he too looked worried for his friend. I knew Harry considered all the Weasleys a huge part of his mismatched family. Actually, they were the majority. I had the feeling that I was the only one besides the Weasleys that Harry considered family, except maybe Hermione.

I moved over to the fireplace, handing Bill the jar of Floo Powder. I backed away, making way for him and Harry, who, unsurprisingly, felt no qualms about joining Bill.

I watched, my worry growing to fear when I saw the rather white face of Molly Weasley appear in the fireplace.

"Oh, Bill, Harry!" she exclaimed, looking ready to pitch herself into the fire and hug her son, as well as the seventeen-year-old boy next to him. "Have you seen the news, is it in the news yet?"

"Yes, I saw, is everyone over there okay?" Bill inquired, attempting to keep his voice calm. Harry simply nodded, letting Bill ask the questions.

"Yes, we're all fine. But, we're still quite shocked. We kept hoping you were still at headquarters. It's just that it was so close." She craned her neck, "Is that you Remus?"

I stepped forward, "Yes, I'm here Molly."

"Remus, did you have any idea this would happen?"

"No," I replied quietly, "not until it was much too late."