A/N: First of all I would like to apologize for taking so long to update. I actually finished Chapter 3 a few months back. I have just been really busy with work and I went out of town for like a month. So without further ado…

Chapter 3- Parting of Ways

"Another town disseminated! What is the meaning of this?" asked a very angry Tom Mably.

"We are certain that the attackers were vampires, Minister."

"Well, why doesn't Cornelius Fudge bring them to justice?"

"That is easier said than done. The Auror department at the Ministry has informed me that the vampires have abandoned their main colony in the Forbidden Forest," answered Aberforth.

"What kind of government does the wizarding world have if it can't keep tabs on their own criminals?"

"I can assure you, Minister that the Ministry of Magic is committed in bringing the perpetrators to justice. I will inform you as soon as new developments arise."

"Is that all you're going to offer me, Aberforth. The assurance of a government who themselves does not oven know what's going on in their own jurisdiction. I have members of parliament and the defense ministry calling for answers. Once news of this new attack reaches the public, it could throw the whole of Britain in a panic. Maybe its better if our world's part ways. I have not received any concrete answers from your Ministry," said Tom Mably as he was pacing up and down in his study.

"Tom, you can't be serious. Breaking off diplomatic ties could be fatal to both our worlds. It's only been a few hours after the attack, give the Ministry more time to complete our investigation and take the proper action," pleaded Aberforth.

"What investigation? You, yourself said that the assailants were vampires. What would you like me to do, wait for another town to be destroyed! I can't put my political career in jeopardy for the Ministry incompetence. You may leave now, Ambassador," replied Tom acidly.

"You have to reconsider."

"You are dismissed, Ambassador," said the British Prime Minister as he handed Aberforth Dumbledore his dismissal papers.

"Ron, Harry wake up!" came the frantic voice of Hermione Granger as she knocked on the door of the boy's room.

"Go away Hermione," answered a very sleepy Ron.

"For Merlin's sake! Ronald, hurry up and open the door. I think something terrible has just happened," ordered Hermione.

With Hermione's words, Harry jumped out of the bed and opened the door. Hermione stood there, shaking in her dressing gown with her normally bushy hair, more tousled (she obviously just gotten up).

"Hermione, are you alright?" asked a worried Ron as he caught a glimpse of Hermione, who was being led into the room by Harry.

"What's wrong?" asked Harry.

"I overheard that there has been another attack," replied Hermione with tears rolling down her cheeks.

"What?!" came the reply of both Harry and Ron.

"Where did you hear this?" inquired Harry.

"I was heading downstairs to get a glass of milk, when I overheard somebody telling Professor Dumbledore about another village being attacked. Before I could hear any more information Mr. Weasley ushered me back upstairs." Hermione retold her story in between sniffles, tears still rolling down her face.

"Dumbledore's downstairs?" asked Harry with great interest.

Hermione nodded her head as she wiped her tears with the back of her hand. Harry bolted towards the door, rushing down the stairs as quickly as his legs could carry him. When Harry reached the foot of the grand staircase, he caught a glimpse of Professor Dumbledore talking to an elderly wizard, while they were making their way to the dining room. The two wizards were flanked by members of the Order.

"Professor Dumbledore," Harry called out.

Albus Dumbledore did not even look up to acknowledge Harry, but kept walking with his unknown companion.

"Professor Dumbledore," Harry called out again. This time more forcefully.

Instead of addressing Harry, the Hogwart's headmaster closed the door of the dining room behind him.

"I want to…," started Harry, but he was interrupted by Lupin.

"Harry, kindly return to your room," requested Lupin.

"Remus, why doesn't Dumbledore face me? I have the right to know what's going on," said Harry, prying himself loose from Remus' grasps.

"Now is not the time. All will be revealed when the time is right. Please go upstairs," begged Remus.

Harry stood his ground; he wanted to talk to Professor Dumbledore. He wanted to know if there has been another attack. Harry ran toward the door, dodging Remus Lupin, but before he could enter, the wizard named Shen stepped out of the dining room and was able to stop Harry in his tracks.

"The meeting is about to start," said Shen who was addressing Lupin.

Remus Lupin replied, "Of course," as he entered the dining room fixing his collar.

Before closing the door, Shen gave Harry one last look. Harry felt a hard lump form in his throat, because the wizard was giving him a look full of disdain.

"The vampire attacks, when and where did it happen?" asked Arthur Weasley.

"Last night in the town of Little Hangleton," replied Albus Dumbledore. "The whole town was disseminated. No one was left alive."

"That's impossible! We all know that the only way that a vampire can have access to humans or wizards is if they are invited into one's home or if you encounter one out in the open," barked Dedalus Dingle.

"Thank you for reminding us, Dedalus. At this very moment, Kingsley Shacklebolt and Nymphadora Tonks are conducting their own investigations in cognito," said Albus Dumbledore.

"Why incognito?" asked Professor McGonagall.

"Ah, a question which leads us to another pressing matter. My brother has informed me that the British Prime Minister has officially severed diplomatic ties between the muggle and wizard worlds," replied Professor Dumbledore.

"What?!" came the shock response of Molly Weasley.

"That can't be," added Professor McGonagall.

"Aberforth has also informed me that Cornelius Fudge has no intention in re-establishing ties. Apparently he believes that the Prime Minister will eventually come crawling back for help," said Professor Dumbledore.

"This situation is not good at all," Arthur Weasley interjected.

"Why is that Arthur," asked a plump middle-aged with sitting next to Molly Weasley.

"Well, Fudge is not exactly flexible. This feud could blow up into something much bigger that could put both our worlds in peril," replied Mr. Weasley.

"Arthur's right. Prime Minister Mably and Cornelius Fudge are carved out of the same rock. They both care more about their political careers than the good of their people."

"Is there anyway to repair our ties to the muggle world?" asked Shen.

"My brother is working on a solution as we speak," replied Dumbledore. "Meeting adjourned for now. Severus and Shen may I have a word with the both of you, please."

As the rest of the Order members left the dining room, Shen and Severus Snape stayed behind as requested.

"Shen has your wife given my proposition some thought?" inquired Dumbledore.

"Yes, she has and she is willing to teach Mr. Potter all she knows about eastern potions," replied Shen.

"That's wonderful news," said Albus Dumbledore.

"Headmaster, do you think it's wise to have Potter take extra potion lessons, wherein he barely passes in my class?" interjected Severus Snape.

"Harry should learn a vast array of magical skills if he is to fulfill his destiny. Now that the ties between our world and that of the muggles has been severed. I fear that the coming conflict will be more that just wizard against wizard," explained Dumbledore with deep concern in his voice.

"Albus, may I have a word with you about my family," said Shen.

"Of course."

Albus Dumbledore followed Shen to the adjoining drawing room.

"I'm extremely concerned about the whole situation. As you know my family and I live in the muggle world. If what you say comes to past, I could lose my children and that is one thing I can't bear. Is it alright if I could bring them here? Just until school starts my eldest is heading back to Hogwarts. While my wife and I are planning to send our 8 year old daughter back to China with my parents," said Shen as he paced up and down the drawing room, looking besides himself.

"Your family is welcome to stay," replied Albus.

"Will Harry Potter mind at all?"

"Knowing Harry, I'm quite sure that he will be alright with the idea."

"Thank you," replied Shen as he exited the drawing room to apparate home.

The old wizard made his way to the dining room where Severus Snape was awaiting him.

"Severus, you know what it is that you have to do."

"Yes headmaster."

"We need to know that full scale of Voldemort's allies and the depth of his plans."

With that Severus Snape, apparated to an unknown location; leaving Professor Dumbledroe alone. As he pondered the seriousness of the situation, he felt the weight of his years on his shoulders.

"Why won't he face me?!" said Harry angrily as he tossed a vase across the room, shattering it to pieces.

"Harry, calm down," said Hermione who was sitting besides Ron on Harry's bed.

"Don't tell me to calm down," Harry spat back.

"You can't talk to Hermione like that," shouted Ron.

"I can talk to anybody the bloody way I want to. The two of you doesn't know what its like to be me. The things that I have seen and heard. The guilt that I carry around, feeling that you're responsible for the deaths of innocent people. All I want is answers," said Harry as he cried into his hands.

"Harry," began Hermione, approaching her friend.

"Please leave," requested Harry.

"Harry…"

"Go."

"C'mon Hermione," said Ron as he gently pulled Hermione away from Harry.

Harry sat in the corner, huddled. His mind filled with the thoughts on the tragic recent events. A feeling of helplessness engulfed him as the memory of Professor Dumbledore turning his back on him. Dumbledore was the only one he felt could help him in his destined fight with the dark lord. "Maybe it's hopeless," Harry thought to himself.

Harry heard a click and the squeaking of the door as it opened, "leave me alone," he said.

"Harry," came the voice of Ginny Weasley.

Ginny sat beside him and gently put her arms around his shoulders. Harry could feel her warmth and in some ways brought him some comfort.

'Papa, please let me stay. I don't want to leave you or mama," cried Cho as she held on tight to her father.

"Cho, this is just temporary. A safety measure for you and Le-ann," replied her father as he tried to comfort her.

Cho ran up to her mother, "Mama, please tell papa that I don't want to go."

Jiao Chang held her daughter's face and wiped away Cho's tears, "I hate the thought of being separated from my girls, but I agree with your father. This is the best way to insure your safety as well as your sister's. Cho's mother continued to gaze into her eyes, until she nodded in understanding.

"Now go to bed. We have a big day tomorrow," said Jiao as she tucked her daughter in bed.

As Cho's parents switched the lights off, the whole room was plunged in almost complete darkness. A small nightlight in one corner was the only source of light. Cho sat up in her bed and surveyed the things on her bedroom floor, her Hogwart's trunk which had been neatly packed, a suitcase filled with clothes and bits and baubles that she promised to pack after breakfast. She heard a soft rap at her door. "Cho," came the voice of her younger sister. "Come in, Le-ann." In came a little girl with her hair up in pigtails and who was wearing fuzzy bear slippers on her feet. Le-ann climbed into Cho's bed and snuggled up next to her older sister.

"Cho, I don't want to go."

"Me too."

"Papa said that they will send me to China once you go back to school. Do you think I'll l ever come home?"

"Of course."

"Do you know where we're going?"

"Papa said the headquarters of the Order, but I don't know where it is."

"I hope it's nice," said Le-ann as she drifted off to sleep.

Sunlight crept into Cho's room, illuminating her face. She gently rubbed the sleep of her eyes and slowly climbed out of bed, being very careful not to awaken her little sister. Cho put on her dressing gown and made her way to the kitchen. She saw her mother preparing breakfast.

"Good morning," Cho greeted her mum with a kiss.

"Good morning, my dear," replied Jiao as she plied scrambled eggs on to a serving plate.

"Do you need help, Mama?"

"Yes. Kindly make some toasts."

"Ok."

Cho grabbed a loaf of bread and put 2 slices in the toaster, "Mama, where is the Order's headquarters exactly?"

"It's in London," answered Jiao as she retrieved a bottle of milk from the refrigerator.

"Is it a house?"

"Yes, it used to belong to an Order member who has passed away. He left it to his godson who goes to Hogwarts."

"Really, who is he?" inquired Cho with much interest.

Jiao hesitated for a minute she replied, "Harry Potter."

Cho felt her mouth go dry. She hasn't talked to Harry since their big fight and she has not planned to talk to him in the near future. Now she has to go and live in his house. Did he know that she was coming? Did he approve of her staying there? Will the two of them get along? Several more questions popped into her head when her mother said "Cho, do you still like him?"

"Why do you ask?"

"I remember how you talked about him all these years. Singing his praises and how you cried when things between the two of you did not work out," replied Jiao as she took a sip of her coffee.

"I'm over Harry," came Cho short reply as she was trying her best to fight back tears.

Shen Chang piled his daughters' belongings into the back of the family van. Jiao and the girls where already sitting inside. Le-ann was playing with her doll, while Cho sat silently looking out of the van's window.

"Ready to go?" asked Shen as he sat in the driver's seat, buckling himself in place.

After what seemed like an eternity to Cho, she and her family arrived at No. 12 Grimmauld Place. The Changs had to wait until dark before entering, so that no muggles will see them doing so. As night fell on London, She unloaded the van and led his family up the steps of the mansion. Cho entered the home after his mother and sister. There waiting for them were the Weasleys with Hermione Granger and in one corner stood a shocked Harry Potter.

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