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Evelyn looked at the paper's date, it was the night of the twenty-sixth. Remus's wedding had been only yesterday and here they were in the midst of another Order Meeting. It seemed this is all she did nowadays. She listened in on the plan to retrieve Harry from Privet Drive and winced slightly when Hermione and Ron volunteered to act as doubles.

Her eyes slid across the table to where the twins were and with determined looks on their freckled faces they too took on the challenge. She focused in on George's ear and sighed, "Thats going to fucking hurt,¨ she mumbled under her breath.

" What did you say, Ev?"whispered Sirius.

She looked to him and shook her head, "Nothing, darling,¨

Evelyn felt his hand rest on top of hers and she was quick to interlace her fingers with his own, " I'm guessing you'll be flying as well? "

Her husband said nothing, the grip on her hand only tightened. She bit the inside of her cheek as a sinking feeling purged the inside of her chest as Moody's gruff voice filled the room, "That's it then?¨

There were mumbles of yes as people stood to leave, Evelyn was amongst them but she didnt head over to Tonks and Remus with Sirius, "  I'll be right back," she said, ignoring the questioning look he gave her.

She ducked her head, as to not attract anyones attention and avoid speaking all the same. She approached Moody as he was putting on his coat, " Can I speak to you alone? ¨

His blue eye swiveled around, as if he was making sure she was actually Evelyn. He grunted a yes and clobbered his way down the hall and into the drawing room. Evelyn closed the door behind them and cast a simple charm to ensure their privacy.

It was a dismal summer evening. The night sky wasn't visible given the dark gray clouds that seemed to always keep London covered. The air wasn't crisp but seemed to have a sort of sour smell to it.

" Before he died Dumbledore entrusted me with a task," she began, " I know you're aware of this damned 'gift' but the thing is I can't be Dumbledore. I can't let good people die for the 'greater good' which is why I need you per-permission,"she stuttered, cursing herself for the way her throat tightened," I value your opinion and word, Alastor,"

" If I were to tell you someone was going to die tomorrow night, what would you do?"

Moody's face hadn't changed throughout the entire conversation, it stayed stoic and hard, " I would say," he began, " If I go down with a roar in my throat an a wand in my hand then I wouldn't have it any other way,¨

Evelyn felt her lip tremble, " This isn't fair," she whispered.

Moody chuckled slightly, '' You're right lass, it isn't, but as I had faith in Dumbledore, I have it in you, don' let us down Black- and lead us to victory. "

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"You took your time!" roared Vernon Dursley when Harry appeared at the top of the stairs. "Get down here, I want a word!" Harry strolled downstairs, his hands deep in his jeans pockets. When he reached the living room he found all three Dursleys. They were dressed for traveling: Uncle Vernon in a fawn zip-up jacket, Aunt Petunia in a neat salmon-colored coat, and Dudley, Harry's large, blond, muscular cousin, in his leather jacket.

Yes?" asked Harry.

"Sit down!" said Uncle Vernon. Harry raised his eyebrows.

"Please!" added Uncle Vernon, wincing slightly as though the word was sharp in his throat. Harry sat. He thought he knew what was coming. His uncle began to pace up and down, Aunt Petunia and Dudley following his movements with anxious expressions. Finally, his large purple face crumpled with concentration, Uncle Vernon stopped in front of Harry and spoke.