Life was as normal as it could be inside of a secret house that was hidden by magic and whose occupants were on the brink of war. That was until Dumbledor burst through the front door, hold a piece of parchment and out of breath.

"They agreed,"

"Dumbledore" Molly Weasley cried as she spotted him, she had never seen the wizard so disheveled before and was quite worried, to tell the truth.

"They agreed to help us, I made contact with their teacher and he's sending his best pupils," Dumbledor's eyes had a sparkle that had been scarce in the last few weeks. "With them, we can win,"

"With who?" Asked Mrs. Weasley, still confused and worried, "come have a cup of tea and explain everything," Dumbledor obliged and followed her into the kitchen.

"Now," Mrs. Weasley started, "what is going on?" Dumbledor's face split into a grin.

"There are a race of people more powerful than all wizards, I've known about them for years but I never contacted them because they are so powerful and my problems were not worth their time," he stopped to take a breath,

"I was wondering who would be willing to help us in the war and who would be powerful enough to stop Voldemort-" Mrs. Weasley flinched, "-and it clicked. They are powerful enough to defeat him and knowledgeable enough to know how to. I reached out and after weeks of convincing, they are sending over six individuals to help,"

"Six?" Mrs. Weasley asked, "that's not very many, Voldemort can kill six people easily,"

"Yes," Dumbledore grinned, "but not these six."