Dumbledore showed up at my school the next day.

"There is something we must discuss." He told me waving his wand to put up a sound protecting barrier around the room.

"Let me guess" I sat on my bed and he sat on the chair at my desk. "Its got something to do with how Voldemort can come back to life and that dead hand that is eating away your soul...Horucruxes if I'm not mistaken.""How...""The mental connection...Duh." I rolled my eyes and laughed.

"Well...that helps." He smiled.

"Is there anything I can do?"

He sighed. "I will die by end of this year of school."

"That soon?" I frowned.'

"Unfortunately, yes." He looked straight at me frowning.

"I see...And you gave Snape the privilege of having that on his conscious I'm guessing."

"Unfortunately, yes." he said again. "Keep yourself. After I die, despite the risk I want you at Hogwarts. Watch over the students. Ron and Hermione will watch over Harry and you can mentally watch over Harry through next year. Now, I'm afraid this will probably be our final farewell."

I stood and hugged him. After that he walked out winking and smiling at me for the last time. The door closed and buried my face in my hands. Libby walked in and saw me."Ah, Hell, what is wrong?" She sat next to me and wrapped her arm around my shoulder.

"Everything....Everything thats about to happen." I sobbed.

Every time another disappearance or murder happened back home Fred would send me the clipping for it. He also sent me all the false accusations and such that went through the daily prophet. I now had a desk covered in clippings. Libby walked over and picked up a clipping.

"What is going on in England?""Alot." I muttered.

"And somehow...I get a feeling you're a part of it."

"Sort of...I'm a part of starting it." I blinked away tears and sat down on my bed.

Suddenly my box flickered.

"Great, more news."'

I picked it up surprised to find it was a note, not a newspaper.

"Enough crying my love. I don't like knowing you're crying, but not there to give you my shoulder. Smile love. And don't try to deny that you are crying. I know that you are."

I laughed that was choked by a sob. The box flashed again. I looked in it to find my kitten.

"Karma?" I grinned. I had left the cat with Fred when I had left for America. I picked up the pocket sized kitten as she mewed at me. She jumped on my shoulder and snuggled my face. "Jeez...how does he always know."

"Who is this?" Libby leaned over to pet the ash grey cat. "So cute."

"She is Karma. I've had her for...5 years now."

"She is 5 years old and still so small?""Yeah, she hasn't grown since I got her." I smiled at the kitten on my shoulder.

The school year was coming to an end. I had taken my disoperation test and N.E.W.T.S through Dumbledore, since they didn't take them here. I had just finished the tests and was laying on my back unable to sleep. Libby snored loudly as I looked up at the ceiling. Something flickered in my mind and I accepted the vision.

Harry and Dumbledore were standing on the Astronomy Tower. Harry was under the invisibility cloak and a very scared looking Draco..

I pulled myself out of the vision and I was once again looking at the ceiling of my room at my school in America. I looked over at the window as a dark owl tapped on the glass. I opened the window and it stuck out its leg so I could take the message. As soon as the thing was off his leg he took off.

The note was a simple one in Snape's handwriting. "Tonight."

I bit my lip and got up.. I felt the tears running down my face as I grabbed my trunk out of thee closet and started to empty out my drawers.

"What are you doing? " Libby groaned.

"I'm leaving in the morning."

"What?" she sat up fully awake.

"Sorry." I said not looking at her.

"Why?" She was getting off her bed now and coming to sit next to me on the floor next to my dresser.

"Someone back home...is...dying and....well... I just have to go...It was the last thing he asked me to do."

"It was the old guy with the black hand huh?"

"Yeah." I wiped at my eyes with shaking hands. "The worst part is that my brother has to think it is all the fault of one of the best people I've ever met....he has to hate him..." I was angry now, "he hasn't done anything wrong. This entire thing just sucks. Everything is so freaking messed up."

"Can I help?"

"The only thing you can do is help me pack. I need to go back to England."

We spent the next hour packing in silence.

The next morning when I got up I hadn't slept at all. I had dark circles under my eyes. I thought back to when I had first got here as I looked at my reflection. I was so much thinner now. My cheeks were really hollow and I had dark circles under my eyes.

"Fred's going to kill me I look like Moony after the full moon."

"With all this stuff going on and you are worried about that." Libby rolled out of bed.

"Obviously I haven't told you of the things Fred does when he is angry." I pulled on my clothes. There was a knock on the door.

"Sammay there is someone here to take you to England. Something happened back home, a death of some sort." The principle stood in front o me.

"I already know." I hugged Libby one last time before grabbing my trunk and going down the stairs and out into the courtyard.

"Hello Moody." I said, trying to smile at him.

"I take it you knew I was coming." He glanced at the packed trunk.

"I knew last night." I shrugged. "Where am I going?"

"For now you need to stay home in America, but I'll come and get you in a bit so that you can help us get Harry out, then you can stay at The burrow."

"Really?" That was the best news I had had in a long time.

"There is no track on you because of how much you travel through countries and such. That means you can use magic if need be. Come along little miss." He led me away from the school and we dissapparated.

He left me on the side walk in front of my house. "See you soon." He disappeared.

I looked up at the house, somehow...it wasn't the same. This should have been my home but...it really wasn't anymore. So much had happened since i had left it with Hagrid for the first time. I knew somewhere in the back of my mind, no matter how this all ended this would be my last visit home. That thought made my eyes sting, but I had no more tears to even cry with. I took a deep breath and walked up and knocked on the door.