When Serena opened her eyes on a bright summer morning in July, she wasn't really sure how she felt. Despite her room being warm, and the bed sheets being comfortable, there was a strong prickle in her spine, a sharp ache in her stomach and throbbing pain in her head. She felt a little nauseous—eggs were not a good idea for dinner the night before.

She sat up slowly in her bed as her mind wondered over the nightmare she had just had. It was rather peculiar, and frankly she didn't like it. The only thing she saw was a house, somewhere in the south of France near the Mediterranean, at night. The windows of the house were light bright, and on the first floor she saw a dark figure move in front of the window.

The feeling she had when she woke up from the nightmare was rather odd. There was a hopeful feeling to the whole premonition, and Serena wasn't sure if she liked the feeling. Hope was a rare thing for Serena, and over the last month she had been trying her hardest not to be too hopeful. If she was too hopeful she might trick herself into believe that her Father, Sirius Black, was actually alive…and he hadn't been dead for the last month.

A sigh escaped Serena's mouth and she frowned. Parrish wasn't in the bed. He had spent the night and now he was gone…she hated waking up alone. As she climbed out of the bed she noticed a small white flower on the corner of the nightstand next to the bed. A cornflower. She couldn't help but smile slightly. She knew it was from Parrish and it was his way of telling her that he had been there.

Parrish, despite having his own flat in London, just above a Muggle teashop, often liked to stay the nights at the Belle's country house. Amber had moved in after leaving Hogwarts. She was now of age, working for the Ministry in the Department of International Magic Relations, and living out of the country house their Mother had bought when they had moved to England nearly four years ago.

The deal was, after their Mother's death and the reading of her will, that Serena and Kendra would buy the house from the other two Belle sisters and live in it when they were of age and had enough money to do so. As for now, Amber would be living in it to ensure that it stayed in use.

Serena didn't mind Parrish spending the night. He was over so often anyways that it made sense for him to stay. She just liked it better when she woke up next to him too. But knowing that there was really nothing she could do about the situation, she got out of the bed and grabbed her bath towel to shower.

Twenty minutes later, she stepped out of the shower, dried off and then wrapped her towel around her. She stood in front of the bathroom skin and looked at her reflection in the foggy mirror. She had a thin scar on her left cheek bone from when Amelia, her twin sister, had slapped her with a diamond ring on her finger. Serena looked down and quickly pulled a black sleeve over her right forearm to cover up the Dark Mark that was tattooed there permanently thanks to Voldemort.

As she came out of the bathroom, a male figure stopped dead in front of Amber's bedroom door. Serena caught her breath and grabbed her chest.

"Oh, good morning George," she said with a breath. "You startled me."

George Weasley laughed softly. "You startled me."

Serena nodded with a small smile.

"Off to work?"

George nodded.

"Am I an Auntie yet?" she questioned with a teasing smile. George's cheeks turned a little red.

"Amber and I don't…"

Serena laughed out loud.

"She's my sister George, she tells me everything," Serena said opening her bedroom door. "Have a good day at work," she sung cheerfully as she disappeared into the bedroom.

George had been living in the house since the day the Belle sisters moved back into it after school. He and Amber were still dating, very seriously, and Serena was just waiting for George to pop the question. It made her happy to know that Amber was happy.

As she walked to her closet, she dropped her towel on the ground. She picked out some underwear and a bra to wear and slipped them on slowly. As she pulled her boy short undies on all the way a solid knock came on the bedroom door.

"Who is it?" Serena asked loud enough for the person who was knocking to hear.

"Prince Charming?" Parrish voice said through the wood.

Serena smiled a little.

"I don't have a Prince Charming…"

"Well that sucks," he said opening the door. He closed the door with his back to her, and turned stopping in his spot slightly. Serena was standing, facing him with her hands on her hips, still only in her underwear. "Hmm…" Parrish said holding a white paper bag, no doubt with two breakfast muffins in it, and a cup carrier with two cups of steaming tea. A news paper was tucked under his left arm against the side of his body. Serena was sure that it was the magical London paper, the Daily Prophet.

"I didn't say you could come in," Serena said.

"I'm sorry…" Parrish said not taking his purple eyes off of her. "Would you like me to leave?"

"You can leave the food."

Parrish shook his head and put the food on the dresser by the door as Serena turned to go back into the closet. Instead of leaving, like Serena was expecting, he walked up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist tightly. Serena smiled as her body was pressed against his and he kissed her neck.

"Good morning," he whispered in her ear.

"Good morning to you," she said back. She pulled her body out of his arms as his fingers dragged over her hips. "Have sweet dreams?"

"Yes," he said watching her as she disappeared into the closet. "Of you…"

"Mmm…" she said looking over her shoulder and pulling on a tee shirt. Parrish grabbed her hips and pulled her against him again. She smiled up at him with a teasing grin that made a fire flicker in his eyes.

"Parrish…" she whispered.

"I don't think I've kissed you today."

"No," she whispered still smiling. "I don't think you have."

Parrish leaned down to kiss her but she ducked out of his kiss and pulled out of her arms.

"I'm hungry," she said walking to the dresser and pulling a muffin out of the bag. "Oh, blueberry, my favorite."

She took a bite of the muffin as she opened up one of the dresser drawers and pulled out a pair of jeans. She put the muffin down and pulled on her pants. Parrish was next to her, pulling his own muffin out of the bag and taking his tea. He sat down in a chair by the desk with the Daily Prophet and watched Serena.

"What's on the schedule today?" he asked.

"Schedule?" Serena said leaning against the dresser and eating her muffin. "This is summer holiday, why would we have a schedule?"

Parrish nodded.

"Fair enough," he said.

"Amber's working today."

"I think I might have a meeting tonight."

Serena frowned slightly. Parrish was also an of age wizard. He had turned seventeen in January, and had to complete one more year of school at Hogwarts, but he was seventeen none-the-less, and since he had no parents to stop him he was also an active member of the Order of the Phoenix.

"Where at?"

Parrish shrugged.

"Remus's house maybe," he said softly opening the paper and beginning to read through the articles.

"Why won't you tell me?"

"Because I can't," Parrish said taking a bite out of his muffin.

Serena frowned. She knew it wasn't that Parrish didn't want to tell her, he just couldn't. After her Father's death, Number Twelve Grimmauld Place, the old headquarters for the Order of the Phoenix and Sirius Black's house, had been abandoned for the safety of the Order. Serena had not been told by the secret-keeper of the new headquarters where it was at, and only the secret-keeper could tell her.

"Rufus Scrimgeour has succeeded Fudge," said Parrish.

"About bloody time they found a new Minister," Serena said going to the mirror and brushing her hair. "Fudge was sure to be replaced after denying that Voldemort was back for over a year…the idiot. Who's Scrimgeour?"

"Head of the Auror office in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement," Parrish said from behind the paper. Serena looked at him and saw the front page headline.

"Harry Potter, the chosen one?" Serena said. "I can't believe people…they belittle him and make him to sound like a cracked pot for nearly a year and suddenly now that they believe what he's been saying all along he's praised as the chosen one?"

"The beauty of our society," Parrish said. "The prophecy appears to have said that Harry is the chosen one…and personally I'd believe it. I mean, Voldemort couldn't kill him when he was a year, and hasn't been able to get rid of him sense…I think anyone would have to be really stupid to think that Harry wasn't meant to kill Voldemort."

There was a knock on the door and Amber entered the room, leaving the door opened behind her. She was carrying a purple leaflet.

"They've sent so many of these things I'm not sure what to do with them," she said holding out the Ministry's leaflet of ways to protect your home from dark forces. Serena took it and scanned it over again.

"They just want to make sure everyone gets one," Parrish said.

"Well, we've gotten six hundred," Amber said.

She caught her appearance in the mirror and looked at herself more closely. She was dressed for work, in a pair of black slacks, a red tank top and a black robe. Her blonde hair was tied back in a bun today, and as she looked at herself in the mirror she saw a loose strand and tucked it behind her ear. She pinched her cheeks lightly and turned back to Serena and Parrish.

"I'm going to work," she said. She looked at Parrish. "I'll be home before the meeting. Want to go together?"

Parrish nodded his head slowly.

"Sounds alright," he said softly.

"Good," said Amber looking at Serena. "Kendra is still asleep."

Serena looked at her oddly. Kendra was fourteen year old girl, more then capable of taking care of herself. Amber recognized the look on Serena's face.

"I'm just telling you so you know! Remus said yesterday that Grandpa would be here today to pick her up."

"How is he coming?" Serena asked.

"Apperation," Amber said. "So you have to do the whole question at the door thing."

Serena rolled her eyes slightly.

"Don't roll your eyes about it Serena," Amber snapped. "It's serious!"

Serena nodded.

"I know Amber," she said. "I know. Aren't you going to be late?"

"Yes," Amber said. "I'll see you guys later."

She stopped at the door.

"Be good," she said pointing at Parrish and then Serena. Serena smiled and shook her head as Amber left the room.

An hour later Serena found herself in the living room, where she had last sat with her mother, Alice Belle, and been told that her dreams of a red haired boy being pulled under a tree were problem nothing more then bad dreams. In reality they were premonitions, but Alice had decided against telling her third daughter that she had the power to See the future.

Kendra was in the kitchen, eating lunch it appeared and reading through the paper that Parrish had brought home. Before Serena had the chance to turn the page of her book there was a sharp knock at the door. Serena frowned slightly.

"Serena," called Parrish from the front of the house.

Both Serena and Kendra stood up and walked slowly into the foyer of the house where Parrish was standing, leaning against the door with his wand drawn. Serena sighed.

"Is that really necessary?" she whispered.

"Ask him a question," Parrish said sternly.

"Grandpa?" Serena said leaning close to the door.

"Hello Serena!" called the familiar voice of her Grandfather, Tim Belle.

"Grandpa, what was Chloe's middle name?" Serena asked.

"Scarlet," said Tim from the other side of the front door. "After your Grandmother."

Serena nodded to Parrish. He had gotten the question right.

"Now your question," said Serena.

"What is your middle name?" Tim asked.

"Surry," Serena said back.

"And why is it your middle name?"

"I was born in Surry, as was my Mother," Serena said back with a small smile.

"Correct!" Tim said cheerfully.

Serena nodded to Parrish who pulled open the door with his wand still drawn. Tim looked surprised to see Parrish, a young man, standing in his granddaughter's home. Serena hugged him warmly, and Kendra nearly jumped into his arms.

"It's wonderful to meet you Sir," said Parrish tucking his wand away and holding out his right hand. Tim took it and shook it. "Parrish Pennington, Sir, I'm dating Serena."

"Ah," said Tim coming into the house and closing the door. He cast Serena a wide eyed look. "I see. She's never mentioned you before."

"We just started dating three months ago," Serena said leading her grandfather into the house. Kendra started a pot of tea and then left the kitchen to gather her things from her room.

"She's not packed at all?" Tim asked.

Serena shook her head.

"She started to throw some things together this morning."

"Any word form Amelia?"

"No," Serena said. "Amber's hoping we don't hear from her."

"I can see that," said Tim.

"Can you blame her?" Parrish asked picking up the tea kettle as it started to whistle.

"What do you know about my granddaughters' relationship to their disowned sister Amelia?"

"I know the whole story, Sir," said Parrish. Serena got the feeling that her grandpapa didn't like Parrish very much. Parrish brought over three empty mugs and the tea kettle. He placed them on the table and Serena poured the tea for her grandfather. Once everyone had their tea, and Kendra reappeared in the kitchen with her trunk and bags packed, Serena asked the question that had been burning in her for some time.

"Where are you and Grandmama living now?" she whispered.

"Southern Ireland," said Tim. "We're safe, Serena, don't worry."

Serena nodded despite the worry that was in her heart. She sipped her tea slowly.

"Kendra will be staying with us until it's time to return to school," he continued. "We'll bring her to King's Cross."

"Is it safe for you to be coming into the country?" Serena asked with concern.

"It's just for a few hours," Tim said. "We'll be fine."

Serena nodded again.

"Have you had any nightmares?"

"No," Serena lied, and subconsciously bit her bottom lip. "Not since a month ago."

There was an awkward silence around the kitchen. The only sound was the slurping of the warm tea. Tim finished his and put down his mug.

"Thank you for the tea," he said. He looked at his youngest granddaughter. "Are you ready to go, kid?"

"Yea," Kendra said standing up.

She moved out of the kitchen and grabbed her things. Serena and Tim followed her. Once Kendra had pulled on her traveling cloak, Serena hugged her warmly.

"Be good," she said to her baby sister. "I'll see you when school starts."

Kendra nodded.

"You be safe," she said to Serena. She looked at Parrish. "Make sure she stays out of trouble."

Parrish nodded from the spot where he was leaning against the hall wall.

"See you at school," he said with a wave. He stepped forward and shook Tim's hand again. "It was nice to meet you Sir."

"You too Parrish," said Tim. He hugged Serena tightly. "See you Surry. Be safe and good."

"I will Grandpapa."

"Bye now," Tim said opening the door and stepping out onto the porch with Kendra and her belongings. Serena waved and watched as they took hold of each other and disappeared from the porch with a pop!

Serena closed the front door and looked at Parrish.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"It's just so hard to say good bye."

"You're going to see her in a month and a half," he said. "And she's safe. Don't worry about her."

Serena nodded and followed him into the living room.

"Tell me about your dreams you're having."

Serena frowned as they sat down on the couch.

"What?"

"I saw you bite your lip when you told your Grandfather you weren't having any dreams," Parrish said wrapping his arm around her. "What are you dreaming about?"

"Just a house," she whispered. "And I see someone standing in the window."

Parrish nodded his head.

"That's a little weird."

"Yea," Serena said. "I know.

Hours later, Serena and Parrish sat down to dinner in the kitchen. Parrish had cooked—it was one of his specialties. It never bothered Serena that he could cook better then her, she actually thought it was hot. After dinner, Serena was resting her head in her hands, frowning slightly and looking at the table.

"Something wrong?" Parrish asked. "Was dinner really that bad?"

He was standing at the sinking washing the dinner dishes slowly.

"No," Serena said. "No, it was very good. I was just thinking about my Father."

Parrish looked at her.

"You don't have to think about him you know," he said. "It's okay to be upset that he's gone Serena…its okay."

"It's not that," she whispered. "I just…I've been thinking about my dreams, and how they weren't very reliable last year, and that night in the Ministry I didn't have very good control over them…maybe I can't control them as much as I thought I could…and because of that he died."

Parrish looked at her very seriously and walked over to the table. He sat down and took her hands, squeezing them tightly.

"Serena," he said softly. "There was nothing you could do…you're not meant to save everyone."

"Apparently I'm only meant to save you," Serena sighed. "I just…I should have been able to save him…I had those dreams of him dying for nearly a year before it happened…every night for a year…and I didn't realize it was him. Not once…and I should have."

"You've told me this before," he said. "And Sirius said it too, sometimes your visions are just meant to prepare you Serena." He tucked her brown curly hair behind her ear. "It's just how fate works."

"Well, fate is a bitch," Serena snapped.

Amber stormed into the house, violently slamming the front door behind her. Serena and Parrish looked up from the kitchen table as Amber marched down the hall, red in the face and her robes flying behind her.

"What's wrong?" Serena asked as Amber entered the kitchen. She stopped in front of the table and put her hands on her hips.

"Father left everything he had to Harry," Amber said bitterly.