The Evil Spawn

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           The days passed quickly as it was now the night of August 6th, 1995. 

Dumbledore had called a meeting late into the night. When Alexis entered the kitchen, a small group was seen sitting at the kitchen table, with Dumbledore at the head. 

Alexis took the seat opposite Dumbledore. She looked around to see the group rather excited. "Is there an event going on?" 

Dumbledore clapped his hands together lightly and looked at Alexis. "There is not. We need to send a group of people to go pick up Harry. I want you to be a part of that group."

"No," Alexis had said no so fast that no one could really register it for a bit.

"What do you mean by no?" asked Mad-Eye, looking at her with anger in his eyes.

"It's exactly what it means. No." Alexis stood up from the table. "Besides—I can't use magic, I'm underage." The lie slipped off of her tongue effortlessly as she attempted to get out of going.

Dumbledore spoke in a calm and steady voice, although Alexis could tell he was losing patience with her. "Follow me, Alexis."

Dumbledore walked into the hallway, followed by a grumpy Alexis. "I understand why you don't want to go."

"Oh really?" Alexis tilted her head to the side and looked at Dumbledore directly in the eyes.

"Aramis Viotto."

She lost her calm structure and rolled her hands into fists. Her eyes had a dangerous glimmer in them as she clenched her jaw. "Why don't you evaluate for me, Albus."

"Aramis Viotto, died at the age of 15 due to an overdose, a week before his 16th birthday. Death called in by his 'sister', Alexis R."

"So what? I called in a death. What does that have to do with me not wanting to go pick up the chosen one?"

"Because he died August 5th. You're grieving and don't want to go. But if you don't, Harry might die. Another death, that you could've prevented."

"Do you really not trust your order that much?" Alexis looked at Dumbledore in the eyes, as if she was challenging him. When he didn't say anything, she gave it up.

"When are we leaving?"

"Soon."

"How precise."

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It was late at night when The Advance Guard showed up at Harry's house.

Harry, who was listening to every moving sound in the house, heard a crash come from the kitchen below, followed by a series of voices.

At first, Harry thought it was burglars but quickly realized that burglars would keep their voices down and move stealthily and whatever was downstairs was certainly not quiet.

Harry quickly grabbed his glasses and wand from his nightstand and stood in front of the door with his wand pointed directly in front of him.

Suddenly the lock gave a loud click and the door swung open to reveal multiple figures standing in the hallway below.

"Lower your wand, boy, before you take someone's eye out," said Mad-Eye in a low growling voice.

"Professor Moody?" Harry asked still holding his wand up defensively.

"I don't know so much about 'professor'," growled the voice again. "Never got 'round to many teachings, did I? Get down here, we want to see you properly."