"I totally just got a date with the ever hot Mellissa." George announced when he entered the full, bustling kitchen.

"Oh. That cute one who's always in the shop buying stuff for her brother but we all really know its just to get another look at you?" Raven asked happily. Raven stood over the kitchen sink helping Mrs. Weasley cook the scrumptious breakfast of that morning.

"The very same."

"Right. Well, if you will all kindly excuse me I'm not feeling very well and I'd like to go for a walk." Raven's mass of black curls bounced as she sprinted from the kitchen and out the front door going wherever her feet decided to take her.

"George Weasley you are a true prick." Ginny, the youngest Weasley and the only girl, sat at the table with her famous fiancé Harry Potter.

"What are you talking about?" It had been two years since his twin Fred died and he figured his family would be ecstatic at the announcement of his finally dating again.

"She's right you know." Hermione sat between Ginny and her husband Ron, the youngest Weasley boy.

"Would someone please tell me what's going on?"

"Well I'd think it would be pretty obvious what with her running out like that dear." Mrs. Weasley brought a hot pan to the table.

"What is obvious?" George was getting irked that they were trying to make him feel bad and he wasn't even aloud to know what for.

"I want to show you something after breakfast. I promised I wouldn't….but it's high time I did or else she'll be miserable for the rest of her life." Ginny started dishing up plates and the summer company fell into silence.

"If you have any idea what they're talking about you better tell me now." George threatened the boys but they just shrugged.

"George, come on." Ginny and Hermione started up the rickety old stares. They stopped at a door almost at the top.

"That's Raven's room."

"Very good big brother." Ginny rolled her eyes. "Come on." Ginny opened the door slowly, making sure Raven hadn't apparated in.

"I'm not allowed in there."

"Don't worry." Hermione followed Ginny and they went to a large wardrobe.

"What's this?" Hermione and Ginny each opened a door to reveal a large bird bath with glowing purple liquid smoke. "That's…..nice…"

"You don't know what it is do you?" Hermione smiled at his ignorance. "Those are her memories. All the important memories she's ever had that she either wants to forget, or never let go of." George's eyes went wide at that point.

"So why are you showing this to me?"

"You need to see some things."

"How do you know what I need to see?"

"Because we've seen them and we know you NEED to see them." Hermione and Ginny were ganging up on him.

He sighed heavily and turned to look in the bird bath of swirling purple. When he focused he saw the sorting hat and the great hall. He felt like he was plummeting into the memory and soon found himself standing in the great hall in front of a line of first years all nervously awaiting the sorting hat's verdict. Among the group were two little red headed boys fidgeting next to a cute little raven haired girl who was silently reading a book. "Raven?" George got closer and realized that this was HIS first year and that the two red heads were him and Fred.

"George Weasley." The hat called. A little George was shoved to the front by his little twin Fred. George walked to the sorting hat and sat arrogantly. It barely touched his little head when the hat shouted "Gryffindor!" A whole table behind him cheered. The same happened with Fred and they high-fived. "Raven Vettitchi." Raven looked up from her book and without hesitation sat under the sorting hat. The hat covered her eyes and spoke aloud. "Hmmmm. Where to put you, where to put you? You're definitely smart. Ravenclaw could be for you Raven. Hmmmm…or even Gryffindor. Your heart is so true. Definitly not slytherin. Hmmmmm. GRYFFINDOR!" The table burst into a roar of cheering as she calmly walked over. She didn't see a seat. Little George patted on a seat next to him. Big George watched her carefully as she blushed and sat next to the little him.

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Everything swirled and made him dizzy before it finally settled in the common room. Judging by what they both looked like it was still first year. Little him was talking to Little Raven. "You should come by sometime this summer."

"This isn't one of your pranks is it?" She was very wary of his smile and offer. But little George shook his head vigorously. "Alright. I'll send an owl." She was blushing again. It was cute to see her like that again as an older guy looking at the young. Not that he was a pervert. He remembered that she spent that whole summer at his house. It was the beginning of a line of the greatest summers ever. The three of them had combined all that they learned from potions class and what not to make the best pranks ever. In fact she'd always been a part of everything they'd made. Almost all their pranks she'd contributed to.

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Everything went swirly again and George found himself in the girl's dorm. "third years gunna be great." Raven said as she unpacked her bags.

"Hey. Maybe he'll ask you out this year. You were over at his house this entire summer again right?" Raven nodded to her blonde friend. "And he didn't ask you out?"

"No….He's not really into that thing right now."

"What do you mean he's not into that? He's a boy. Sports and girls. That's all they like."

"Speaking of sports I hear he's going out for beater in quidditch." A brunette female spoke over her shoulder.

"Yeah….I'm really worried that he's gunna get hurt…." Raven's voice was so quiet. He hadn't known she cared that much.

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They were in the quidditch stadium. He was flying around but he was standing next to Raven, watching her. She was wringing her hands. She shouted every time he hit the ball but she jumped every time as well. Then the ball hit him. She gasped audibly. He fell out of the sky. "GEORGE!" She was practically dangling over the side of the stadium trying to get to him. "George…" She whispered his name this time as a tear ran down her cheek.

"Raven…"

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He was back in the common room. The memory him waltzed up to Raven with a huge smile. "Why are you so happy?"

"Cuz the prettiest girl in the school is going to the ball with me."

"Oh and who is that?"

"Maria. She's so amazing." Real George watched what the memory couldn't catch. Raven's face fell. Her eyes watered but she kept that smile in place when memory George looked back up at her.

"That's great." She looked genuinely happy. Raven turned and ran up to the girl's room. Real George followed her because he had to and because he was curious. When she got into the room she slammed the door shut and glared at everything. After a few seconds to compose herself she glided to the girls who were getting ready for the ball. "Anything I can do to help?"

"Oh Raven shouldn't you be getting ready? You haven't even started yet." Hermione and Ginny looked at her worriedly.

"Oh, it's fine. I'm not going."

"What? But you have that beautiful dress."

"Yeah…I know….and I'll probably never have another reason to wear it."

"Why aren't you going?"

"Because….I really thought he was going to ask me….I turned down every one else cuz I thought he was going to ask me….But he's going with Maria. So…whatever. Is there anything I can do to help?" She plastered on a smile and helped the other girls get ready and chatted and laughed with them as they all confessed their nerves about that night. George didn't feel too bad because it really didn't seem to bug her. And he had had a great time with Maria that night. Even if he ditched her for one of the enemy.

"You're sure you'll be alright?" Ginny was so sweet.

"Yeah. I'll be fine. You just have to go and have enough fun for the both of us." Ginny nodded and all the girls filed out to go meet their dates. George thought the memory would end there, but it kept going.

Raven slowly drew a beautiful floor length black dress out of the wardrobe and laid it on her bed. She slowly unbuttoned her shirt and removed her skirt, all the while staring at the dress. George felt his pants get tight. She really did have a great body. Large assets and just a hint of tummy with a little silver bar going through her belly button. She slipped the dress over her head and slipped her right arm through the sleeve. She stood to look in the mirror and George stood behind her. There was only one sleeve. The whole dress was black except for a red flame that shot down the left side to the hip. The dress reached the floor and had a slit on the right side up to the middle of her thigh. Tears spilled down her cheeks unchecked as she continued to stare at her reflection. She suddenly screamed. The scream wasn't girly, and it wasn't scared. It was from anger and hurt. It was a gut wrenching scream so full of emotion George wanted to cry. Raven punched the mirror over and over as she screamed and cried. When the mirror was sufficiently destroyed and Raven's hand was a bloody mess she sank to the floor and sobbed so thoroughly that George wondered how she made it through this feeling that made her cry so. "George…..I hate you so much……I love you so much and you don't even know and I HATE you for it!" George was taken aback. She loved him? All of this was because of him? How could that be? Was he so dense that he didn't realize that she cared so much? That she loved him?