Wolfric finished watching the video his parents had left him. The contents of it were... shocking, to say the least. It was recorded on an old VHS tape, yet the time-stamp in the footage said it was less than a year old. Could his parents have been expecting this? Wolfric shook his head. That was ridiculous. His parents were both No-Majes. Even if what they said in the video was true, and Wolfric thought it probably was, there couldn't be a way for them to tell the future.
Wolfric sighed and rubbed his forehead. Thinking about his parents this much should have made him cry, but he felt as if he was all out of tears. Jason had told Wolfric that he'd been put in charge of finding the killer himself. Wolfric knew Jason was an incredibly skilled Auror, so it was probably only a matter of time before the assassin was caught...
Wolfric's eyes sprung open. He grabbed the remote for the TV and rewound, this time paying close attention to the background. At the 5 minute mark he could just make out a piece of paper flutter at the corner, as if moved by a breeze. Wolfric fast forwarded to a part where his mother moved to get some hair out of her face. He paused it just before her hair settled back down. There, in the window behind them, barely visible between his mother's strands of hair, Wolfric saw it. A forked tongue slipping out of the bushes on the other side of the glass. And right above it, a pair of intelligent violet eyes.
A soft knock on the door made Wolfric jump. He turned off the TV before getting up to open it.
"Hi," said Holly. She was looking at him with eyes full of sympathy. Wolfric knew he wasn't the only one hurting, and he appreciated her selflessness. For a moment, Wolfric considered hiding the truth from her. He could leave on his own, recover his mother's... his... heirloom, then come back. But the image of the forked tongue and the violet eyes flashed through his mind, and he knew she wouldn't be safe even if he left her behind.
"We have to go somewhere," he said. Holly looked at him questioningly. Wolfric turned back to the room and began throwing stuff into a bag, which was enchanted to accomodate far more things than would be natural, without adding very much weight. Wolfric continued to talk as he threw stuff in. "Jason-no, everyone-is in more danger than they realize. If we don't stop them..."
Holly looked at her husband, concerned. "What are you talking about?" she said gently.
"I'll explain on the way," he said.
"On the way where?"
Wolfric paused, then threw the whole VCR, with the tape still inside it, into the bag. The enemy probably already knew the contents, but they probably didn't know that he knew. In any case, he couldn't let them get their hands on the tape.
Finally, Wolfric straightened up, swinging the bag onto his back, and answered Holly's question.
"Britain."