*does not follow HBP exactly* please review

"Hell is empty, and all the devils are here"

-The Tempest

Voldemort was on the move, she could feel it. And she knew deep down, that somewhere Harry felt it too. Because, by some unknown miracle, there had been a prophecy made about her too, and her and Harry Potter had been connected ever since their 4th year, when he had discovered her secret. Genoa Valence was one of the most powerful witches of the age and she remembered it like it was yesterday. The day she had met Harry and from then on he just couldn't understand why he was drawn to her. It had happened when she had sought him out for help. She had told him of her mother, a witch that was hunted down by Lord Voldemort himself, in search of a ring that could give him absolute power, a ring that had been passed down from generations to one sole protector in their family line. So, Voldemort had hunted down her mother and father when she was only a baby, thinking it would be an easy steal. Little had he known that her mother stayed behind, leaving her father to escape with the ring and Genoa; he had killed her. Killed her so ruthlessly that they never found a trace of her. It was then that he had moved onto the Potters, leaving his followers to find them and that was when he had been destroyed, or so we thought. But years later, she herself was off to Hogwarts and it wasn't until their 4th year when Harry had came out of the maze and told them all of Lord Voldemort's return, that she had told him this truth about her. So, the ring sat placed on her finger till this day, waiting for the moment that she knew was coming. The moment Voldemort would somehow find out she was still alive and come after not only Harry, but her and the ring as well. And so, they had made a promise to eachother. Bonded forever to Harry, Ron, and Hermione as the golden quartet.

She had awoken in a cold sweat, feeling her body shaking she sat up rubbing her eyes. She must have been screaming too, because she heard her name being called in the dark.

"Genoa are you alright?" and she could tell it was Hermione's.

Genoa felt around for her wand in the darkness, "Lumos,"she muttered.

Hermione was standing close to her, but not so close, as if she were afraid. Her brown hair looked shiny in Genoa's wandlight and her face had a distinct look of concern.

"Are you alright?" she repeated.

Genoa finally found her voice, "Yes-yes I'm alright. What time is it?"

Hermione look down at her watch, " Its 6:30 am."

Genoa groaned with sleepiness. She still felt the pain.

"Is Harry coming?" She asked looking up at Hermione.

"I don't know when exacly, but it should be soon."

Genoa had spent the summer at the Burrow with Hermione and the Weasleys and although she missed her father, he had insisted that she go. she was very happy about this, because the Weasleys had accepted her so gracefully and she couldn't think of anywhere she would rather be, besides Hogwarts.

"Hermione I have to tell you something, Harry will probably already know it by now too, but I figure we could get a head start." Her voice was shakey, and it was very unlike her to feel afraid.

"What is it?" Hermione said, trying not to sound too worried.

Genoa moved over so Hermione could find a spot for herself on the bed.

"I felt him, Voldemort. He's getting close to something. I don't know what but I felt him."

Hermione opened her mouth to speak, then closed it, then opened it again.

"We all were expecting this. The Order made it clear that he was after something he didn't have before. I think its normal as of right now. Harry feels him all the time."

"I don't know...something feels different." Genoa said looking toward the window. A faint orange light was starting to show. "Perhaps I'm just overreacting."

"The Order will still want to know, unless Harry's already sent word."

They sat there for what felt like forever when Ginny finally woke up.

"M-M-Orning," she greeted them, stifling a yawn.

"Morning," they said together.

She rubbed her eyes and got out of her bed,"How long have you two been up?" She made her way over to her dresser.

"For a while now," Hermione responded,"Genoa had a little bit of a nightmare."

"Yea, if you want to call it that," she added bitterly.

Just then the bedroom door flew open and the girls screamed.

"RON! ARE YOU CRAZY WE AREN'T EVEN DRESSED! GET OUT!" Hermione yelled as the threw the sheets over them.

Genoa rolled her eyes and stood up. She hardly cared about being seen in her nightgown. Ron had closed his eyes and was blushing.

"Er-um I'm sorry. Mum wants everyone to get dressed and come downstairs. I didn't see anything ," he added sheepishly and closed the door behind him.

They all looked at eachother, supressed giggles and got dressed. It took Genoa no time to get ready since she could do magic without a wand. No one knew this outside of her close companions. That was a secret that had to be kept safe. The Order had made sure of this. She turned to the mirror and surveyed herself. She did this every morning and not because she was conceited, but because she had to reassure herself that she mattered. Her dark red hair lay all around in rockstar like layers, her skin was a creamy light, her eyes were hazel, but when she stood in different lights they sometimes changed colors, her lips were rosy and healthy and she was thin, but not so thin to where she looked sick and had no shape. And yet she still had to build up her self-esteem every morning. Did that make her ungrateful?

"Are you ready?" Ginny's voice asked.

Genoa had been so entranced in her own thoughts, she hadn't even realized Ginny had been talking to her.

"Yes," she responded, and she followed in Ginny and Hermione's wake.