The Weasley fireplace flashed green and out walked James and Elizabeth. The scene before them made them stop immediately. The room was very crowded with family members and friends of their parents. As soon as they had stepped out of the fireplace all eyes turned to the two teenagers. Harry was the first to speak, somewhat relieved to see his eldest son.

"What are you two doing here? I thought you were supposed to be at the Lupin's?"

James suddenly looked down at his feet, knowing he was about to be caught. Well, I didn't exactly tell you where I was going earlier. I said I was meeting Elizabeth, but we met a Diagon Alley. We were going to get a jump start on buying our school books."

To James' surprise, it was his mother who started reprimanding him. She seemed somewhat hysterical. "What were you thinking going there without telling us. You could have been hurt, or worse killed! That is the last time we let you out of the house James Sirius Potter. Do you hear me?"

James stared up at his mother in shock. He had no clue why she would react this harshly. He had gone to Diagon Alley loads of times with his friends. And to be killed in Diagon Alley? She must be going mad.

"Ginny," Harry said while grabbing both her hands and turning her towards him. "He's alright, he didn't know. He's safe hrtr. No one will be taking him."

"Taking him where?" Elizabeth asked curiously. "What is going on?" She looked to her parents. Her mother clearly looked worried, and even her father seemed to be acting strange. Teddy seemed to be comforting her mother, which was a sign that something serious was happening.

"Dad, we want to know what is going on. You fought off Voldemort at this age, and we want to help with whatever we can. Please don't treat us like children."

Harry looked at his son. He reminded him so much of himself at that age. He couldn't imagine what he would do if anything happened to his children. He made the decision right there to be honest with James. He'd rather him find out from his father than anyone else.

"There's been a letter. My office received it late last night." He handed the paper over to James. James seemed to stare at the paper for a long time before handing it over to Elizabeth.

"Dad, this won't happen. None of them will touch us." The fire in James' eyes made Harry swell up with pride and Smile.

"I know son, I know. "

Elizabeth walked over to her parents and gave her mother a hug. "It's going to be okay mum. Teddy and I will be just fine."

"Well, it seems that the kids are the ones reassuring the parents, and not the other way around. Funny how that turns out," George said with a smile.

That seemed to break the tension in the room and several of the adults let out a small laugh. Many began to take a seat in the room, knowing that they would be in for a long night of planning. Molly decided to have everyone bring their children to the Burrow. There was plenty of space now that all her children were grown, and it would be nice to have little feet running about the house. The adults left in small groups to round up their kids, and any belongings they would need. Harry set about putting enchantments around the property, while Kingsley alerted the Ministry.

Elizabeth and James were sent to work by Mrs. Weasley and began making up the beds for everyone. It wasn't until they got to Uncle Ron's old room that either of them spoke.

"Are you scared?" Elizabeth asked.

"I would be lying if I said no, but I don't think they can get to us. We have some of the most powerful witches and wizards on our side."

Elizabeth still looked a little shaken up. James walked over and sat next to her on the bed. He surprised himself by putting his arm around her.

"We will get through this. I promise. No one will get to us. I will make sure that you are safe."

She looked up at him and smiled. "You are starting to sound like your father." With that said, they both fell back on the bed laughing. For that small moment all worrying went out the window and it was just the two of them.