As your heart started slowing back down, you saw the last person in the world you expected to see here in Sussex Village Orphanage smiling down at you with a sparkle in his emerald green eyes.

“Well,” Hermione said, sitting in the van, next to you. “You were right. It is really sunny.”

“Mind if I ask what you wished for?” you whispered. There was a bit of a silence, before Harry responded. “I already said it was stupid.” “If it’s a wish, how can it be stupid?” you asked.

I accidentally didn't post this... this is chaper 7 of this series... the REAL chapter 7

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“When you join the Order, you take your life to the front line. We’ve got to inform these people that it’s not going to be all roses. Mione... Ron... I told my first years yesterday that I would teach them everything I knew if I felt it would keep them alive. We’ve got to do that and more for these folks that want to join the Order. They’ve got no idea how hard it is to survive, out there, and we four do."

The man turned and tried to run, but suddenly there was a loud shout and a green jet hit him as he fell forward into the brush, the laughing voice and it’s owner disappearing as a small, pretty woman stumbled into the clearing and screamed..

Draco Malfoy didn’t want to be a Death Eater. Draco Malfoy didn’t even want to be Draco Malfoy. He hated himself, he hated his family. He was severely jealous of Potter and the other Gryffindors, because they didn’t know what it was like to have your life chosen for you.

Erm.. shockers, fights, anger, possible heartbreak... it's all in here... DONT KILL ME!!

“Right, then, we’ve got a good four hours before then, so buck up, mates,” said Fred, mocking rolling up sleeves, as he was wearing a faded maroon tee-shirt that read off a faded I survived Salem Witch Initiation Week. Ron eyed the shirt. “Angelina seen that?” “Absolutely not,” he grinned.

“Exscuse moi, je comprends le français,” you said quietly. Excuse me, I understand French. Aiglentine’s blue eyes grew a bit wide, before she huffed, “Comment impoli de vous, c'était, ne pas me dire!” How rude of you, it was, not to tell me!

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He held out his arms, and you gently fell onto the bed beside him as he painfully wrapped you in his arms and you sobbed into his shoulder.

“Parkinson, you need to stop your quests to make yourself feel good. They’re stupid and pointless, because everyone knows that when the sun sets, no matter how many innocent bystanders you’ve succumbed to your dim witted pranks, you are still the fat whore you were when you woke up in the morning." Everyone stared, shocked, at Malfoy.

Suddenly, your ears worked again, and you could her noises. It was not the chirping the Mori’ksh-Naugs had made, it was no noise you’d ever heard. The only thing you could possibly compare it to was a low flute being played far, far away, echoing at different levels of noise all around you.

He turned to look at you, and you saw that his hands were red and looked as though a few layers of skin had been burned off.

“Last year I told Hagrid I’d help him with the centaurs.” You looked over as the stairs started to move in that long path. “And now I’m going to.”

You stopped right in front of the arch, Harry holding your hand next to you. Leaning forward, poking your head through the arch, suddenly your vision was cleared, and you shuddered, scared, wanting to scream, but finding that you were quite unable because of the horror in front of you. “The grail....”

He’d been Head Boy, top wizard in his time, destined for a bright, flawless future with Catherine Weldsh. But it’d all changed, that night....

And she won’t even see it coming, he thought, smiling. Kill him.... just like the bastard killed her....

Erm... Mungo's, Quidditch, secretive Halloween day meeting with Fleur... AYA it;s good lmao. r/r!!

You spoke hotly. "I don’t give a damn when he is and isn’t to be disturbed. You can be assured that I will report you for... delaying allegiance with critical members of a sacred and extremely important organization of a practical enemy of ours in this war, sir!” It was fun pretending to be some sort of high powered official.

“Pride before downfall. Greed before pride. They want something. Something you can give them.”

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erm... weddings... parties.... engagements... :) Just r/r!!

Chapter 51

Love, marriage (what else is new?) and shock..... R/R!!

ALMOST CHRISTMAS!!! Ever seen men Christmas shopping? Particularly, Harry and Ron? Well, in this chapter you will!! R/R!!

Nother one out... pain, hate, grief, death.... HEHE jk about that last one. Anyways., it's all here, don't judge by the lame azz review!! R/R!!

Harry pulled away and wiped the tear off your cheek and gently kissed you, and once more, even though ......... everything was right.

"She’s got enough to deal with, knowing that she’d Voldemort’s weakness. She doesn’t need to be burdened with the fact that he couldn’t even bring himself to kill her, or that we don’t even know why.”

“SHE SAID SHE WAS GOING TO BE MARRYING TOM RIDDLE!” Hermione’s eyes flew open, and her mouth sort of dropped a bit. “Wh- What?!” “YEAH!” yelled Harry, jumping to his feet. “She said she was going to be MARRYING LORD VOLDEMORT.”

Christmas party, New Years, and this dream Amelia has that acually might not be a dream... ah just r/r!!!

You sighed. “I know it hurt him... but deep down he knows I did it to protect him....” you looked over at her. “It’s not all too unfamiliar for us to break each other’s hearts for our love.”

“Really,” he said hoarsely. “I really think we’re having a bad effect on you. You don’t care about rules in the Library... Next thing you know, she’ll give up Spew-” “It’s not spe-” “-AND ANYWAYS I think you’d best be getting back that book, Melia,” Ron nodded. “Get the bird her book back.”

You glanced around. “Let’s just say that right now it’s important to go back on all your plans for Ginny... or else mine, yours, and a whole hell of a lot of other people’s lives are on the line.”

Suddenly the noise stopped reaching your ears, and you felt like you were going to throw up. The letter fell out of your hands, and you suddenly couldn’t breath properly. You felt like you were going to hurl, but nothing was happening, and as Draco reached out to steady you as you swayed on your feet, the darkness came out of nowhere and swallowed you whole.

Ginny stared at you, but you stood, going over to the window. You stared down at the street, running your fingers over the chain in your hands. No one moved, and slowly, Mrs. Weasley started crying.

Reaching out, you gently traced the intricate letters spelling out baby Raissa Weasley’s name on the headstone. “I’m sorry...” you whispered, not really knowing why you thought she could hear you. “I wish I could’ve seen you smile... Even if it was only once... I really.. had looked forward to being there for you... But, then again, with everything in my life, now... I don’t even know if I could’ve been there even for you...”

Holding it up, the lower half, which you were holding up, sort of bent on what was left of the splinters keeping it all together. Harry saw this and a look of horror came over his face. “HER BROOM!” You let out a shriek. “MY BROOM!”

McGonagall howled, “AND there was extreme evidence that she used the Cruciatus Curse on her! Not only is that Curse extremely illegal, but it is an Unforgivable Curse, Miss Zabini! Do you know what this means?! I AM GOING TO BE WRITING TO THE MINISTRY, THAT IS WHAT IT MEANS!”

Harry looked around helplessly, too afraid to move. He was experiencing the creepiest thing he’d ever seen or been through, and Amelia seemed to be dying from his touch. He released his hand from hers, but her fingers were still wrapped around his wrist as she steadily grew paler and her breathing shallowed.

Ron nodded to himself, for a brief second feeling that once again, the four of them were all on the same page, again, if only on one little thing for one little second.

Tonks gently released you and wiped the tears off your face. “It will do no good to cry.” “I don’t cry for me,” you whispered, looking back at the casket. Another wave of sickness threatened to overcome you. There was a pause, and the other five remaining people were silent. Tonks sighed and nodded. “I know. You never will. You’re more than that.”

"Did.. Did Penelope find out?” you asked tentatively. Ron nodded grimly. “Yeah, a few weeks ago.. Mum wrote and told me, as she thought I didn’t know.. Said that Penny started crying and didn’t stop for about two days...” You shook your head. “I’ve been praying for her...” Harry suddenly stood, making a sick face. “Excuse me, I’m allergic to bull****.”

“It was your duty, as a *(edit bt cocoapuffshooter, just to p*ss you off!!)*... Liberty and freedom before anything, including life and love... La Nostra vita, La Nostra libertà, La nostra giustizia....” You nodded, knowing well the motto of the *(another edit to p*ss you off!!)* “Our life, our freedom, our justice...”

Ron stared after her, peering his head out in the corridor. You all watched in silent amusement as he asked, “Does that mean I’ve got to do the meeting?!” And suddenly a hairbrush sailed out of nowhere and narrowly missed his head. Chuckling, you said, “I think that’s a yes.” “Emotional over the fact I bloody hated the invitations. Er...” Ron consulted the meeting schedule, which Hermione had dropped. He crumpled it up, smiling, and tossed it over his shoulder. “All right, meeting over! Get out!”