We found TJ's parents first and they were very shocked to see us. They wanted to know why you didn't call first. We explained and they had no idea either.

Then we ended up going to TJ's room to recoop. He held me on the bed and soothed my hair.

"I want to see my parents..." I finally said.

"Are you sure?" He asked.

"Yes. I have to. After all that has happened."

And he nodded.

"Let's go."

We hopped into his old car and drove off.

We got to my parents house. We got out and he gave me a loving look to comfort me. I nodded and we headed down the path. The door swung open and there was my mom with tears in her eyes. She ran to me and threw her arms around me and held me close.

"My baby!"

I cried into her chest.

We ended up on the couch talking to my parents. I had my hand on TJ's as we explained the baby, what we were now, Germany, and the voltori and how we got here. They took it better than I expected.

"Well I'm so sorry. Honey I am so sorry I drove you to run away I should have listened to you." Mom said.

"I am too. We love you and if you want to be with this lovely young man you can."

Me and TJ smiled and held hands.

"Thank you so much. It means so much to me to hear that."

"Let us take you out to dinner!" Dad said.

"That sounds great!" said TJ happily but proper.

We piled into my mom's truck and headed to a nice diner. We sat at the table and my dad ordered two burgers and mom nagged him for eating too much. We giggled and I leaned against TJ as we both ordered too.

"So lets talk wedding!" Mom said. "private wedding or public? Church or outdoors?"

"We talked about one at Germany and we still want that. Now that you accept us we would love to have you there." I said.

"I'll pay for you to fly over and everything!" TJ said.

We all laughed together and ate and talked wedding until a random hand touched my hand and I spun towards it in suprise.

It was a hunched over woman with one big green eye and a white eye. She was wrinkly and old and had a weird look to her.

I heard her in my mind an she didnt move her mouth.

"Go to 85 Willow Clarke Wood we need to speak it is gravely inportant."

and she left.

We all were baffled.

"You didnt hear her?" I asked.

they shook their heads.

"Ever heard of 85 Willow Clarke Wood?" I asked.

"That's in downtown isnt it?" Dad said.

"I know what that is. This is...we have to go soon. AFter dinner we must go visit."

"Why?"

"The Shaman of the Damned. She was one. She must have something dire to tell us."