"I don't know if this is a good idea," Gabriel said pacing in my bedroom as I leaned over my bed, folding clothing and packing it into a duffle bag. "I should go—you need to stay here with Carrigan."

"Gabriel," I said throwing down the clothes and putting my hands on my hips as I turned to him. "Enough. Scrimgeour has already approved it, the Minister even signed off on it—"

"The Minister doesn't know that you're going to look for Peter Pettigrew all across Europe!"

"He wouldn't believe me if I told him," I shrugged zipping my duffle shut and moving to find my traveling cloak. "Come on, get your stuff we're going to be late getting Carrigan."

"Cadence," Gabriel said grabbing my arm and preventing me from leaving the bedside. "You can't just leave. You have responsibilities here! To Carrigan, to the Ministry, to me!"

"If you're going to suggest I'm being a bad Mother by leaving to hunt down a dangerous Death Eater who will lead to my Father, then you're an ass," I retorted pulling out of Gabriel's grasp. "And not the man I remember working with all those years ago."

I marched into the closet and retrieved my traveling cloak. I pulled it on as I emerged from the closet, glaring still at Gabriel who was standing tall by the bed with his arms crossed over his muscular chest. He was wearing jeans and a black tee shirt today, revealing all the decorative tattoos on his arms. I approached him slowly, despite still being angry about what he was saying.

"Times are different now," Gabriel shrugged.

"If I can find Peter before he gets to my Father then I can stop him from returning," I said shaking my head. "I would rather you go—but you can't stop my Father if he does return. I can."

Gabriel sighed and brushed my hair behind my ears, cupping my cheeks as he looked into my green eyes with bright purple ones. His hands drifted down my neck and rested on my shoulders as he leaned down and kissed me deeply. I wrapped my arms around his waist and leaned against his body, kissing him passionately in return.

"What are you going to tell Carrigan?" he whispered holding me close against him. I rubbed my hands up and down on his chest, feeling his rippling muscles underneath my hands, making me wish I could see them. He pulled away suddenly, almost running into the bed, and pulled his shirt off. I smiled and shook my head, staring at Gabriel's gorgeous muscular torso and chest. I caught my breath and bit my bottom lip. His arms were completely covered in sleeve tattoos that spread over his shoulders. I could stare at those tattoos forever; each time I looked at them there was a different one to study; my favorite was the tangles of thorns he had running up his right arm with two beautiful blooming roses just below the inside of his elbow.

"Will this make you stay?" he asked changing the subject.

I smirked again. "Nope."

He grabbed me and pulled me against him tightly. I sighed as my fingers grazed his six pack abs. He lifted me up with out warning and turned his body, throwing me down on the bed. His body laid down on mine as his arms wrapped around me and he planted soft kisses on my lips.

"How about that?" he asked.

"No," I whispered still smiling. I reached up, stroking Gabriel's soft brown hair, and kissed him deeply. "We have to go. The train will be getting in soon."

Gabriel pressed his hips down onto mine and kissed me deeply, not letting me up from the bed. His lips traveled down my chin to my neck and he carefully kissed my collar bone and cleavage.

"Gabriel," I sighed with a hint of pleasure on my tongue. I couldn't help but arch my back and rub my hands down Gabriel's back as he continued to kiss my sensitive exposed flesh. I pushed my hips up against his, trying to roll our bodies over but Gabriel was strong enough to keep me down. I sighed against him as he continued to rub his body against mine. He lifted his head as he beamed at me, and brushed my hair out of my face.

"I don't want you to go because I know you're right," he whispered burying his head into my neck. He kissed my skin softly, pressed his tongue against it, and licked down across my collar bone. I couldn't help but sigh with pleasure as his hands pushed my shirt up and ran along my sides, tickling my skin and senses.

"Gabriel," I whispered his name.

He paused, resting his chin on my breast and stared up at me. I bit my bottom lip and tried to maintain my composure. I wanted him just the way he was—on top of me, kissing my flesh and tickling my senses with his fingertips. I wanted all of him all over me so badly that I considered listening to him and staying there in England for the summer.

"We have to go," I said. "The Hogwarts Express will be arriving at any moment."

Gabriel sighed and nodded his head, then stood up. He took my hand and pulled me up off the bed, straight into his arms. I smiled as he held me close against him and leaned his head down to kiss me lovingly on the lips. I pulled out of his arms slowly, letting our lips and hands linger on the other's body.

"Let's go," I smiled at him as I went to my duffle bag and zipped it shut. When I turned to face Gabriel he was pulling his shirt back on. He grabbed my bag for me and threw it over his shoulder as he looked me up and down.

"You have your blades?"

"Of course," I said perturbed. I wasn't stupid—I had hunted Death Eaters many times before and I knew to be prepared. I was wearing a holster that wrapped around my shoulders and carried the curved knives I had stolen from Gabriel when I was fifteen under my arms. I also had a holster resting on my hips, holding two more knives; a holster on each thigh and a knife in each boot. My wand was tucked safely in my left boot on the inside of my calf. With eight knives, nine if you counted the one in my bag but I wasn't carrying it on my persons, I felt like a dangerous killing machine.

"I want you to write to me at least once a week," Gabriel said as we exited the bedroom.

"You're not my keeper."

"I might as well be," he hissed. "You're worse trouble then Carrigan, mostly because you're fully grown and well trained—"

"Gabriel, can't you just be a supportive boyfriend, wish me luck and tell me to get home fast?" I asked when we reached the bottom of the staircase. Gabriel dropped my duffle bag next to the door and looked at me, crossing his arms over his chest and giving me a very annoyed stare.

"What did you say?" he said seriously.

I gave him a dirty look. "I asked why you couldn't be supportive! You know I'm more then capable of going out after a Death Eater, especially Peter Pettigrew, he's not the brightest bulb in a box, I'm sure I'll find him in no time."

"That's not what I meant," he said shaking his head. "You called me your boyfriend."

"So?"

"So?" he repeated. "You've never acknowledged our relationship as a relationship, let alone as an exclusive one in which you call me your boyfriend."

"Well maybe I want to make it official so I know you'll wait for me until I get back," I joked side stepping past him and picking up my bag. "Come on, boyfriend, Carrigan is waiting."

We arrived on Platform 9 ¾ at King's Cross Station just as the Hogwarts Express was unloading it's many student passengers onto the platform. I grumbled to Gabriel as we stood against the wall of the crowded station that we should have come sooner to find a better spot to wait for Carrigan.

"A better spot?" Gabriel questioned. "I don't think there is such thing as a good spot on this crowded platform."

Before I could retort an answer back to him, I saw Carrigan's brown hair and midnight blue eyes bobbing through the crowd as she held arms with Harry Potter. His friends Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger were walking with them, along with Ron's younger sister Ginny Weasley who was talking quickly in Carrigan's ear as they walked. Carrigan and Harry waved to Hermione, Ron, and Ginny before making their way over to where Gabriel and I stood.

"Mom!" Carrigan called excitedly. She bounded into my arms as I beamed and grunted with discomfort as her body squished against the numerous blades in their holsters. "Why are you all armored up?" she questioned pulling away.

"I have business to attend to," I whispered stroking her hair. She nodded her head slowly and turned to Gabriel, hugging him tightly around the chest and burying her head into the nape of his neck.

"Hello Harry," I said shaking his hand. "How was the end of your term?"

"It went well thank you," he said. The smile on his face and his happy green eyes took a sharp turn for the worst as he looked past me down the platform. I followed his stare and saw that he was looking at a large, purple faced man, with beady eyes. I recognized the man instantly as Harry's Uncle Vernon Dursley. I patted his shoulder, squeezing it tightly.

"Do you want me to go over with you?" I questioned. "I could scare him a bit."

I pushed my cloak back to reveal all the knives I was wearing. Harry smiled slightly, but had a nervous look in his eyes. "No thanks," he said holding up a pieces of paper that was clenched in his hands. "I have my own way of scaring him."

I smiled. "Alright then," I pulled him in for a hug before he could escape me. "If you need anything, don't hesitate to write. I'll be out of the country for awhile, but I'll always come for you Harry. I promised your Mother I'd look out for you."

"Thanks, Cadence," he said pulling out of my arms and smiling at me. My heart pinched at his green eyed stare and smile—he looked just like his Mother, Lily. I sighed and nodded my head, reassuring myself that I had said all I should.

"Bye Harry," Carrigan said hugging him tightly. "Write to me, please."

"I will," Harry nodded. "See you around."

"Good bye, Potter," said Gabriel shaking Harry's hand. Harry looked at him nervously but forced a weak smile. I watched as Harry walked off through the crowd towards his Uncle, who immediately started to question him. I smiled as they exchanged quick words that ended with Uncle Vernon having deep fear in his beady little eyes.

"Where are you heading, Mom?" Carrigan asked as Gabriel grabbed her trunk and she swung her bag over her shoulder.

"I have to hunt down Pettigrew," I whispered very quietly in her ear as I leaned close to her.

"Oh," she said with a frown as she nodded. "That's very important. Do you think you'll see Dad?"

I frowned slightly as I looked around at the strangers too close to us for comfort.

"No, probably not," I said quickly.

"Carri," Gabriel said her name softly. "Where is Hector?"

"Hagrid is watching him until you can take me out to get him," she responded. "He's far too big to travel on the train, and he doesn't know the way home yet to fly there himself."

"He probably shouldn't be flying," I said sharply. "Can you imagine the Muggle report? Mythical creature seen flying over London? The Ministry would kill us."

Carrigan laughed. "I'm sure he'd be smart about it—he's a very clever animal. Mom," she said as she took my hand. "Will you bring something back for me? And when you're gone can Gabriel teach me to conjure things? When will you be back?"

"I'll bring you back something from each country I visit," I smiled at her. "Gabriel will decide when you're strong enough to start learning how to conjure things and I don't know when I'll be back."

Carrigan sighed slightly. I could see it in her eyes that she was upset that I didn't know how long I was going to be gone. "Two out of three isn't bad," she whispered as we passed through the portal to the Muggle platform 9. Gabriel lead us through the station easily as there weren't as many Muggles on the platform as there had been wizards on platform 9 and ¾. When we reached the parking lot I stopped Carrigan and Gabriel in between two large SUV cars.

"Is it time?" Carrigan asked sadly.

I nodded and pulled her into my arms again. "I love you Carrigan," I said as I held her tightly. "Promise me you'll behave for Gabriel. You'll do anything he says, especially when it comes to train and safety."

"Of course," Carrigan nodded against my chest.

"And you'll watch out for him," I added as she pulled away to smile at me. Gabriel gave me the ugly eye and I stuck my tongue out at him. I stepped forward, with Carrigan still wrapped around me and took one of my arms from her and wrapped it around Gabriel's broad shoulders. He kissed my head and wrapped an arm around my waist as Carrigan was awkwardly squished between us.

"I love you both with all my heart," I said. "Be safe."

"You be safe," said Gabriel stroking my cheek. "And remember to write us every week."

"I will," I nodded readjusting my duffle over my shoulder. I kissed Carrigan's forehead and then looked up at Gabriel. His mystical purple eyes were smiling at me.

"Don't think you're leaving me without a kiss," he whispered touching my cheek and tracing my jaw line with his fingertips. He leaned down and kissed me deeply without warning. The sudden kiss made me catch my breath and press against him with hesitation. I melted against him, loving the way his lips pressed against mine and tongue played in my mouth. It was one of the most passionate kisses we had ever shared, dripping with longing and lust even though I hadn't actually left yet.

"I'll be back before you know it," I said. "Good bye."

I turned and walked away from the two most important people in my life. The decision to leave England to hunt down Peter Pettigrew and allow him to lead me to my Father was no an easy one. I had thought it through for nights before I spoke to Dumbledore about it—and he had agreed, Voldemort was sure to return within the next year, Harry had witnessed the Divination teacher having a vision of such an occurrence. Dumbledore was able to persuade Scrimgeour to form official Ministry Orders for my trip. The official orders said I was looking for Sirius Black—which is why the Minister signed off on them.

I was petrified about what I was doing. The fact that in my gut I had a strong feeling that Voldemort would return made me sick. There was fear buried deep inside of me, as if it were being saved for this time—for when Voldemort would return. I had hoped it would never happen in Carrigan's time, that somehow Voldemort would vanish for centuries, because I did not want to her live a life during war like I had. I did not want her to know the pain, fear and destruction that Voldemort thrived in. If Professor Trelawney's prophecy was right, and Peter Pettigrew returned to his Master, then a new sort of war was going to break out; a war far more vicious and frightening then the one that my Father raged before. I feared that if Voldemort returned there would be no stopping him.

Because of that fear, the plan was to find Pettigrew, follow him to my Father and kill them both. Voldemort would be weak now and I could easily kill him—the time was now. I had to act fast, I was already weeks behind Pettigrew. I couldn't help but smile as I exited the Muggle parking lot and walked out onto the busy streets of London. Even if there was fear boiling deep down in my soul, adventure waited for me as soon as I Disapparated. I found my way to a dark quiet alley and stole behind a large dumpster. I took a deep breath, focused my energy on the Romanian countryside then—crack—London was behind me.

Fin.