Hello! So here's the next chapter of the story. Sorry it took a while, but it's a really long chapter. Speaking of which, most chapters will not be quite this long. They will be longer than the last one, but this one's a little much. I hope you enjoy it. Review!

Chapter 2: The Shortest Summer

That last day at Hogwarts passed quickly and, all too soon, Harry and Sienna were standing on Platform 9 ¾, saying goodbye.

"So, will I get to see you again before you leave for Atlantis?" Harry asked as they were about to pass through the barrier.

"Of course," Sienna replied laughing. "I wouldn't miss Bill and Fleur's wedding." They emerged from the barrier and found themselves in the Muggle world once again. "I've got to go, Harry. My parents are over there waiting for me. I'll see you soon." With that, Sienna walked away as Harry stared sadly after her.

Sienna spent the next month with her parents, Sawyer and Samantha Sinclair, and two younger sisters, Sylvia and Stella. Sylvia had just completed her fourth year and Stella her first, but there was a chance they would not be returning to Hogwarts next year either. The Sinclair family, though not members of the Order of the Phoenix, were strongly against Voldemort and had already made plans to flee the country should the ministry fall.

Over that month, Sienna spent her time packing and studying. She had spoken to Harry, Ron, and Hermione of the tests she had taken, but they didn't understand just how difficult and varied the tests were. Sienna had had to take tests on everything from Ancient Runes to Transfiguration, flying to sword-fighting. She had done well enough at most of the tests to make up for deficiencies in such areas as sword-fighting and archery. Besides, most of the traditional muggle fighting styles were primarily learned by Heroes while the other colleges didn't bother with them very much. In fact, Trojans were not even required to take those courses.

The one course that was going to be a problem was Divination. The top three colleges were required to take Divination and even Trojans were encouraged to. The problem was that Sienna hadn't taken a day of Divination in her life, and, regardless, Professor Trelawney would not have been able to prepare her for the level at which the class was taught at Atlantis. In other words, at Atlantis, a fraud didn't teach Divination. Therefore, Sienna had to get to Atlantis about a fortnight early so that she could take a remedial Divination course. Between this and the fact that Atlantis started school two weeks earlier than Hogwarts, Sienna would need to leave directly after the wedding to get on the train in time.

A week before Bill and Fleur's wedding, Sienna and her family traveled by floo powder to the Leaky Cauldron so they could purchase their school stuff. Sienna had a long list of things she would need for the school year and first among them was her school robes. Unlike at Hogwarts, each college had its own uniform. The first through third years, along with the rest of the Trojans, wore black robes while the other three houses had robes based on their college colors. As an Amazon, Sienna needed dark, bronze colored robes with teal trim, showing that she was an upperclassman. Underclassman didn't have their robes trimmed in the college's secondary color. Sienna managed to procure the robes as well as her potions ingredients, textbooks, and everything else. The family left almost immediately after they finished shopping, for Diagon Alley was no longer the safe, cheery place it had once been.

Soon, it was time for Sienna's departure to the Burrow for Harry's birthday and the wedding. She had passed her apparition exam in the spring, so on the morning of July 30th, Sienna bid her family farewell and apparated with her school stuff to just outside the Burrow's protective enchantments.

Sienna lugged her stuff to the door of the Burrow and knocked. Lupin's voice issued from inside. "Who's there?"

"Sienna Sinclair."

"Which question did you miss on your first Defense against the Dark Arts test when I was your teacher?"

Sienna smiled for a moment, reminiscing, then replied, "I didn't miss a question. You took marks off because I wrote more than the maximum length on the boggart essay. Now I have to check to see if you're Lupin. What was the date when I confronted you about being a werewolf?"

She heard Lupin's breath catch before he answered, "October 17, after class. It was my first day back after my second illness, and you had seen Snape bringing me my potion a few days before."

"Correct," she said softly. The door opened to reveal one of her favorite teachers of all time, looking sad. She stepped in and wanted to apologize, but couldn't; he knew why she'd had to ask. So instead Sienna forced a smile and turned to look around the kitchen. Mrs. Weasley was cooking breakfast while Tonks, Bill, and Monsieur Delacour were chatting around a table heaped with birthday presents. "Everyone else still asleep then?"

"Yeah," Lupin laughed halfheartedly.

She smiled. Of course she'd been expecting that. At that moment, Harry and Ron walked in yawning. "Happy birthday, Harry." She said brightly.

"Oh, Sienna, when did you get here?"

"Just now." She felt like beaming. It had been a while since she'd seen him, but she couldn't risk letting him know how she felt. After all, he loved Ginny, and she, Sienna, would be gone for the next year. It would be wrong to make him feel guilty.

"Well, that's great. I'm glad you could make it for my birthday." He was smiling now, so she let herself smile too, but only a little bit.

Mrs. Weasley interrupted them. "Why don't you both sit down and have breakfast, then, Sienna, you can put your stuff in Ginny's room. You will be sharing that room with her and Hermione tonight. It will be a little crowded, but we'll make it work."

So the three of them sat down at the table and began eating. Harry was busily opening presents as well. Sienna watched silently, simply enjoying the company she was keeping. She hadn't given Harry his present yet, but she wanted to wait a little longer, until there weren't quite so many people around.

Soon other people began arriving for breakfast, and the kitchen became quite crowded, so Harry, Ron, and Sienna decided to go upstairs.

As Sienna began to carry her trunk up to Ginny's room, Harry came and grabbed the trunk. "Here, Sienna, can I help you with that?"

She smiled and let him take it as she instead picked up her smaller bags. The three walked upstairs chatting happily like old times. All too soon they arrived at the correct landing. Since Harry and Sienna had their hands full, Ron knocked.

The door opened to reveal a yawning Hermione who squealed, seeing one of her best friends. "There you are. I was wondering when you'd get here. You've got to let me see your textbooks. The academics are so much more advanced at Atlantis. . . I hope you'll be all right. Of course you will, you're Sienna-" About there, Sienna stopped listening. She loved her friend, but Hermione could talk forever, and it often wasn't overly important.

However, Harry was still holding the trunk and it was starting to get heavy so he interrupted Hermione. "Are you gonna let us in or not?"

Hermione blushed. "Oh, of course. Here, let's make some room." With that she opened the door wide and set about making room for the extra cot. Harry was soon able to put down the trunk, and he did so before stretching, slightly sore after having to hold the trunk in the same position for so long.

Hermione had left to go get breakfast and Ron and Harry were going upstairs to their room when Ginny showed up.

"Harry," she said, catching him before he got too far up the stairs. "Can I talk to you for a moment?"

Sienna grabbed Ron, who seemed about to try and follow them, and led him upstairs. "Ron, you can't just forbid the two of them from seeing each other."

"Of course I can, I'm her brother. He already broke up with her and broke her heart, so I'm not going to let him mess around with her now."

"No, Ron, leave them alone!" They stood on the stairs fighting in whispers until Ron managed to get free and burst back into Ginny's room. He and Sienna stood stunned in the doorway as they saw Harry and Ginny standing there awkwardly, having obviously been snogging moments before.

Ron was furious. Sienna on the other hand wanted to cry. Luckily, she felt nervous enough at the situation that nothing else showed on her face.

Ron and Harry walked quickly out the door, obviously about to have a huge argument. Sienna walked over to Ginny, who had begun crying.

"Ginny, it's okay. You know he loves you, right? He just doesn't want to break your heart if anything happens to him. It's a noble sentiment, but dumb."

Ginny nodded through her tears then turned and hugged Sienna. Sienna was shocked. She and Ginny had known each other for years but hadn't been close friends in ages. Sienna had hated watching Harry and Ginny together, but she had also known that she could never get in the way of anything that made Harry happy, so she hadn't interfered. Now, she could hardly contain her own tears as she held the sobbing Ginny.

Once Ginny had finally calmed down, she went downstairs for breakfast. Sienna on the other hand went outside to find Harry, his birthday present tucked into the pocket of her jeans.

She found him sitting under a tree just a little ways away from the house perusing a book. He set it down when he saw her coming, and Sienna could tell he had mostly been trying to distract himself, probably from the fight that had inevitably occurred between him and Ron after they left Ginny's room.

She sat down next to him and handed him a wrapped present. "This is for you. Happy birthday, Harry."

Harry took the present and began to unwrap it. Inside he found a bronze colored leather bracelet with a small teal stone set into it. "Er, Sienna, why did you get me a bracelet?" He asked perplexed.

Sienna laughed. "It has protective enchantments on it. It will prevent anyone from scrying you or tracking you, and it should repel most minor hexes, jinxes, and curses. Plus, it's Amazon colors, so I'll be with you three in spirit."

Harry smiled, then asked, "What's scrying?"

"It's a type of magic that is very difficult to master and isn't taught at Hogwarts. It involves seeing something from a long way off. I mostly know about it because I failed that portion of the divination exam at Atlantis. As soon as I realized I didn't know what I was doing, I researched how to block people from scrying me. It's really a useful tool though."

Harry nodded, putting on the bracelet. They sat there in silence for another minute or two before Harry finally broke it. "Uh, tell me some more about Atlantis."

Sienna suppressed a grimace, and then sighed. "Well, I suppose I can tell you how I got in. It was pretty complicated. You see, everything ever written about Atlantis is very clear on one fact: if you request entrance, it will be denied. You can only get in by invitation. I had been hoping and praying for an invitation from my first year at Hogwarts. During our fifth year, when we were being tortured by Umbridge, I gave up—I sent Atlantis a letter requesting permission to attend as a transfer student. You can imagine my surprise when they replied during summer break telling me they had been hoping I would contact them. You see, that's the first test. The idea is to weed out anyone who doesn't really care. Only if you care enough to risk everything and ask for entrance can you get in. I don't like the system but it works. They have a list of students they have their eyes on, and if one of them actually requests permission, they will be considered.

"From there I was allowed to take the entrance exam. I didn't say anything to you guys because the chance of me getting in was still slim. However, I scored well. They had me take other tests too, such as an advanced version of the placement test they use for the third years and specialized tests in such areas as dueling, divination, flying, even public speaking. They wanted to place me properly. The final test was defining my own spell. I had to use the basic laws of magic and do something new with them. You know the spell that I use to completely alter my appearance when I want to hang out in the Gryffindor common room? Well, I showed them that. In less than a minute, with a single spell, I completely transformed into Rosy Johnson. It also has spells that make it nearly undetectable. They were impressed because I changed my height, eye color, hair color, skin tone, clothes, and even my voice all in one spell. They knew I wasn't an animorphmagus and I hadn't used polyjuice potion, so it had to be my own creation. That's what got me into Amazonia. I was done—finally in. The hardest test, though, wasn't even an official test: it was telling you guys that I was leaving. By the way, thanks for understanding about that. I don't like leaving you either, but I can't pass this up."

Harry had been sitting open-mouthed this entire time but finally shook off his surprise. "Sienna, that's crazy. I didn't realize how hard you worked for this. I'm sorry if I didn't seem very happy for you at the end of term, but I was upset about everything."

Sienna smiled slightly. "I know. I'm sorry about not being particularly cheerful. I'll try to be more excited. I just know that time speeds up when you're happy and I don't really want this time to end." She flushed a little as she muttered the last few words, but Harry was oblivious. He just smiled back.

"Yeah, me neither. I'm glad you could come."

Sienna didn't need to answer; he knew she was happy to be here with him. Of course, she never could tell him just how happy she was. That saddened her, but she had made her choice and she wasn't turning back.

They continued to talk about trivial things, but the minds of both were elsewhere. Finally Harry seemed to come back to earth. "Sienna," He said suddenly, interrupting her monologue on nothing. She looked up blankly, making him laugh. "I wanted to show you the birthday present Ron got me. Don't tell him I showed you though, he specifically told me not to show anyone. But I think you'd have a laugh."

He picked up the book he had been reading and handed it to her. The title read Twelve Fail-Safe Ways to Charm Witches. She couldn't help but smirk as she opened to the table of contents and looked through the means of impressing girls. The more she saw, the more her smirk grew. Finally she couldn't take it anymore. She snapped the book shut and lightly hit Harry on the head with it.

"Hey!" He said, sounding annoyed. "What did you do that for?"

"You just handed a girl a book about how to impress girls. This is probably why Ron didn't want you to show anyone. He knew you'd end up showing it to the wrong people." She tried to sound intimidating, but started laughing, ruining the effect. "You're a moron."

"No I'm not," But Harry was laughing now too.

They both laughed for several minutes before finally catching their breath. Sienna began to frown slowly. "Why did you want to show it to me?" She said, voicing the question that had been troubling her.

"I don't know," He replied softly. Then he looked up and his voice gained a cocky tone. "I guessed this was a faster way to find out if the methods worked than trying out each one."

Sienna hit him with the book again. "First of all, none of them will work if you're cocky about it. Second, there's no panacea for girls—we're all different and you have to decide how to approach a girl based on the girl, not some book. Though, you might be able to pick up a few hints from it." She added as an afterthought.

Harry smiled abashed, but nodded anyway. "Okay, thanks. But please, stop hitting me, will you?"

Sienna nodded looking penitent, but hit him once more with the book for good measure. "There, I'm done."

Harry then proceeded to chase Sienna around the yard with the book until Mrs. Weasley looked out, wondering at the noise. "Ah, it looks like you two have some extra time. Sienna, will you come help me with the laundry? And Harry, I know it's your birthday but unfortunately a lot needs doing. Could you find Ron and help him clean up out there?"

They nodded, struggling to contain their laughter. Harry waved goodbye then headed off to find Ron while Sienna followed Mrs. Weasley into the laundry room. The two carefully washed and dried all the laundry using magic, as directed by Gilderoy Lockhart's books. Actually, Mrs. Weasley followed the books, and Sienna completely ignored them. Despite their different methods, all the laundry was soon done.

Next, Mrs. Weasley enlisted Sienna to help make Harry's birthday cake. It was going to be a magnificent surprise, but Mrs. Weasley needed some help. They worked hard on the huge snitch cake and soon it was baking. Dinner was next and before long it was time to eat the feast that had been prepared.

They couldn't start until Mr. Weasley arrived, and Mrs. Weasley was getting nervous. When he finally appeared, he was accompanied by Scrimgeour, Minister of Magic.

Scrimgeour walked right up to where Harry, Ron, and Hermione were standing and said, "I require a private word with the three of you. Ah, Miss Sinclair is here too, then? Well, please join us as well. Arthur, you needn't accompany us." He then turned to Mrs. Weasley. "Is there a place we can speak privately?"

"Yes," Mrs. Weasley said nervously. "You can use the sitting room."

Harry, Ron, and Hermione led the way into the house. When she passed Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Sienna said softly, "Don't worry about us. We'll be fine. Just give us a second."

They nodded, and Sienna followed the others into the sitting room. Scrimgeour had taken Mr. Weasley's old armchair, and Harry, Ron, and Hermione had squeezed onto the couch, so Sienna quickly conjured a comfy, floating, egg-shaped chair, and sat down. Scrimgeour looked mildly surprised, but soon returned his attention to his reason for being there.

"As I'm sure you know, I am here because of Albus Dumbledore's will," Scrimgeour began. As he looked around at the looks of surprise, he continued, "Ah, then you did not know. Well, each of you was included in Dumbledore's will."

Sienna watched as Harry, Ron, and Hermione looked at one another in shock.

"Would you say you were close to Dumbledore, Ronald?" Scrimgeour asked suddenly. Ron looked startled.

"Er, no, not really." Ron glanced around at the other three who all were desperately giving him looks to shut up. However, the damage was done.

"Then how can you explain the fact that only the four of you out of all of Dumbledore's many students received anything under his will?" Scrimgeour asked, pouncing on Ron's mistake.

"Don't be modest, Ron," Hermione chided. Then she turned to Scrimgeour. "Professor Dumbledore was very fond of Ron, just as he was of Harry, Sienna, and me."

Scrimgeour's only response was a raised eyebrow. Then he pulled a piece of parchment from a moleskin pouch. He looked at the four students once more before reading.

"'To Ronald Bilius Weasley, I leave my Deluminator, in the hope that he will remember me when he uses it.'"

Ron looked shocked as he took the silver object from Scrimgeour. "So, Mr. Weasley, to what use did Dumbledore think you'd put this?"

Ron shrugged. "Put out lights, I s'pose."

Scrimgeour just looked at him, before turning back to the will.

"'To Miss Hermione Jean Granger, I leave my copy of The Tales of Beadle the Bard, in the hope that she will find it entertaining and instructive.'"

He handed Hermione an old book. "Why do you think Dumbledore left you this book, Miss Granger?" Scrimgeour asked searchingly.

"He knew I liked books," said Hermione, trying desperately not to cry.

Scrimgeour didn't seem to like this answer any better than Ron's, but he turned back to the will.

"'To Miss Sienna Artemis Sinclair, I leave my favorite picture frame, in the hope that it will allow her to keep her friends close, even when they are apart.'"

Sienna took a carved silver picture frame from Scrimgeour. She admired the roses worked into the metal, then noticed that there didn't seem to be a picture within. Looking closer, she found that there was no place to open the frame either. That seemed odd, but she wasn't going to mention it.

When she looked up, Scrimgeour asked, "Why would Dumbledore have left you an empty picture frame?"

"He knew I was going overseas this year for school, so he probably wanted to give me a way to keep my friends with me at all times. What else are pictures for?" Sienna said smiling sadly at the frame in her hands.

Scrimgeour looked back at the will once more.

"'To Harry James Potter, I leave the Snitch he caught in his first Quidditch match at Hogwarts, as a reminder of the rewards of perseverance and skill.'"

Scrimgeour pulled the Snitch from the pouch. "As you know, Snitches have flesh memories. This Snitch remembers your touch. Dumbledore may have enchanted it to open at your touch. Take it, Mr. Potter."

Harry tentatively reached out his hand and took the Snitch. Nothing happened.

"Well, that was dramatic," Harry said coolly. Ron, Hermione, and Sienna started laughing, mostly from relief.

Scrimgeour's face was sour as he began to speak again. "There is one last thing. Dumbledore left you a second bequest, Mr. Potter: the sword of Godric Gryffindor. Now, the sword is a historical artifact and it was not Dumbledore's to give. It belongs—"

"It belongs to Harry," Hermione interrupted.

"I'm sorry, it does not," Scrimgeour replied, not looking in the least penitent.

"That's not for you to say," Sienna replied angrily getting to her feet. "It was Dumbledore's to give to whomsoever he chose. If he'd wanted it to go to a museum, he would have sent it there himself. He apparently didn't want it to remain at Hogwarts either. The sword is Harry's, minister."

Scrimgeour's face contorted in rage as he, too, rose. "It is not Harry's just as it was not Dumbledore's. The sword will remain at Hogwarts until such a time as the school decides it ought to be moved. That is all I came here to say, so good day."

With that, Scrimgeour stormed out of the sitting room. The four remaining in the room glanced at one another. Sienna broke the silence first. "We should get out there. Ron, your parents are probably worried sick." She quickly vanished her chair then walked outside, closely followed by Harry, Ron, and Hermione.

When they arrived back at the party they found everyone looking worried. Sienna forestalled the questioning, saying, "He had to give us what Dumbledore left us in his will."

For the rest of the party, the objects were passed around from hand to hand. No one could make sense of the Snitch or of the picture frame, as it seemed that no picture was in it. Soon, Mrs. Weasley sent the group to bed to ensure they'd be ready for the wedding the next day.

When Hermione and Sienna reached the landing that held the room they were sharing with Ginny, Hermione muttered, "We need to meet Ron and Harry after everyone's gone to bed. We can leave as soon as Ginny falls asleep."

Sienna nodded, and the two hurriedly got ready for bed. They waited in their beds until Ginny's breathing finally slowed, signaling she was asleep. Then, they rose and ascended the stairs until they reached Ron's room at the very top. Hermione knocked softly, then walked in, with Sienna right behind her.

Harry and Ron were sitting on their beds looking over the objects they had been given. Before anyone said anything, Hermione waved her wand towards the door and whispered, "Muffliato."

"Thought you didn't approve of that spell," said Ron.

"Times change," Hermione responded quickly. "Now, show us the Deluminator."

Ron held it up for the three to see, and then clicked it, plunging the room into darkness.

"What's the point of giving you that?" Hermione asked in frustration. "We could have done that with Peruvian Instant Darkness Powder."

"Or with Tenebras face," Sienna interrupted. Seeing their bewildered expressions she added, "You know, the darkness spell?"

They had stopped asking her how she knew stuff like that ages ago, so Hermione continued, "Exactly. Dumbledore would not have bothered to give the Deluminator to Ron just for the sake of turning off lights. Plus, I can't make sense of this book. I mean, what's the point of him giving me a book of children's stories?"

They all shrugged. "And guys, there's not even a picture in this picture frame," Sienna laughed bitterly. "It's all black. If there is a picture, the occupant has been hiding for the past month at least. Even better, it doesn't open. I can't put a picture in there either. It's a permanently empty picture frame."

The group sat in silence for a moment, thinking.

"Then there's the old Snitch he left Harry. What on earth was that about?" Ron said, breaking the silence.

"Yeah, well I wasn't going to try too hard to open it in front of Scrimgeour, was I?" Harry smirked.

They all looked at him in confusion until Sienna started. "Oh, right, that's the Snitch from your first match. Ugh, I'm an idiot." Harry smiled as Ron and Hermione turned their confused expressions onto Sienna. "Guys, that's the one he almost swallowed."

Their eyes widened in surprise as they too remembered that first Quidditch match. Harry took a deep breath, and then pressed the Snitch to his mouth.

They all watched with bated breath, but the Snitch didn't open. Suddenly, Hermione squealed, "Harry, there's writing!"

They all bent closer to read the tiny script.

I open at the close

The writing faded almost immediately, leaving just as many questions as it had found.

"What on earth does that mean?" Sienna asked, voicing the question all were thinking.

The other three just shook their heads, equally confused.

"And what about the sword?" Ron asked suddenly. "Why did Dumbledore want Harry to have that?" Again, the question was met with confused silence.

"We should get to sleep," Hermione said finally. "We don't want to oversleep tomorrow."

They all agreed, so Hermione and Sienna took their leave as Ron clicked the Deluminator once more.

Sienna was woken at the crack of dawn on the morning of the wedding by an already frantic Mrs. Weasley. "Get up, all of you," she said breathlessly, opening the curtains to let what little sunlight there was enter Ginny's room. "Guests will be here within a few hours and we need to be completely dressed and ready in time to finish setting up for them." She kept talking but Sienna was too groggy to really understand much of it. However, she did manage to pull herself out of bed.

Sienna walked downstairs for a quick bite of breakfast before showering and getting dressed and ready for the wedding. She pulled the elegant dress from her trunk and removed the wrinkles with a quick spell before sliding it on. It was a dull gold dress with black accents. The skirt went down to her knees in the front and fell several inches farther in the back. It had a straight neckline with small black straps and a black sash.1 With it she put on gold sandals, each with a small black stone placed in the middle. To finish off the outfit Sienna put on a gold necklace with a black teardrop hanging from it. She also pulled her hair up into a Regency-esque hair style, with most of her hair in an elegant bun while the bottom layer was curled and left hanging down her back.

After she finished getting ready, Sienna went outside. By this time most everything had been set up, and the first guests were starting to arrive. Sienna found Ron standing outside the marquee with a red-headed boy that was supposedly his cousin.

"Hi, Ron, Harry," Sienna said brightly as she joined them.

The red-headed cousin looked shocked. "How did you know it was me?"

Sienna smirked. "Oh come on, I've known you for what, seven years now? I should be able to pick you out of a crowd even with the polyjuice potion. Besides, that boy lives in the village. I saw him there one time when I decided to take a walk."

Harry just shook his head, as Ron rolled his eyes and said, "Come on, you either need to go sit down or help us show people in."

"I'll help," Sienna started, but Harry interrupted.

"No, you should go sit. You're by Hermione, though I haven't seen her yet. I'll show you." He then led her into the tent. "By the way," He added without meeting her eye after he'd pointed out her chair. "You look beautiful."

"Thanks," Sienna said quietly as she watched Harry walk back to the entrance. She smiled sadly, looking down at her hands. She'd miss him, all of them in fact, when she left this evening. She'd stay the night at the hotel before boarding the train early the next morning. This time tomorrow, she realized, she'd be hurtling towards Atlantis.

She was jolted from her thoughts by Hermione who had just come in. The two of them talked for a few minutes until the wedding music began to play. The procession came in slowly and filled the front two rows. Then, the two flower girls entered: Fluer's sister Gabrielle and Ginny. From where she was sitting, Sienna could see that Harry's eyes were fixed on Ginny; otherwise he might have noticed Sienna's eyes fixed on him.

Hermione noticed though. "Sienna, are you okay?"

"Of course," Sienna lied quickly.

"I know that's not true," Hermione said worriedly. Before she could press the issue, however, the bride began to walk down the aisle.

Fluer looked radiant like always. She had a glow about her that brightened everything it touched. As she reached the front and took her place next to Bill, her glow seemed to erase the cares from Bill's scarred face, giving it back its kind, handsome appearance from before his run-in with Greyback.

The ceremony went smoothly, and, soon, the chairs were vanished, to be replaced by a dance floor and small, white-clothed tables. A band began playing somewhere, and people started dancing.

Sienna had lost Hermione when the ceremony ended, but now she saw her talking with Harry and Ron near where Luna Lovegood was sitting. So Sienna began making her way over to them. She stopped a little way from their table when Victor Krum began to talk to them. He seemed irritated about something, but not as irritated as Ron looked. Soon Ron grabbed Hermione and pulled her out to the dance floor. Laughing, Sienna continued walking.

"That girl is very nice looking," She heard Krum say, gesturing toward Ginny. "Is she a relative of yours?"

Harry looked like he was struggling not to hex Krum. "Yeah. And she's seeing someone. Jealous type. Big bloke. Wouldn't want to cross him."

Krum sighed and muttered something Sienna couldn't hear before walking away from the table and towards her. He stopped when he recognized her. "You are one of Hermione's friends, correct? Sienna?" Sienna nodded. "Do you vont to dance?"

Sienna was surprised and threw a quick glance at Harry before looking back at Krum and nodding. "Sure, thanks."

They danced for a few songs, not talking much. As soon as she could excuse herself without being rude, Sienna left Krum to see where Harry had gone. She found him sitting alone and looking pale.

"Are you alright?"

He didn't respond. He just looked up at her, his eyes distant and dim.

"Oh, there you are, Sienna. I'm tired of dancing. Harry, what's wrong with you? You look faint," Hermione said quickly, her flushed face belying her complaints about the party.

"Harry, what happened?" Sienna asked again.

He opened his mouth, but before he could say anything there was a flash of silver light. The tent became completely quiet as everyone turned to look at the silvery lynx standing in the middle of the dance floor. The Patronus opened its mouth and spoke with Kingsley Shacklebolt's deep, booming voice. "The Ministry has fallen. Scrimgeour is dead. They are coming."

Sienna was the first to react. She had to find Ron so that he, Harry, and Hermione could flee. She fought her way through the crowd and quickly found him.

"Ron, come on!" She shouted as she grabbed his arm and dragged him back through the crowd. She found Harry and Hermione holding hands to make sure they weren't separated as Hermione cried out for Ron. Sienna pushed Ron towards them and he grabbed onto Hermione's free hand.

Sienna caught Harry's eye in that split second, and everything around them seemed muted to her. He was begging her to grab onto his hand, but she just shook her head and stepped back. "Go." She said softly. And then, they were gone.

Fighting back her tears, Sienna apparated into Ginny's room where she grabbed her already packed bags. She couldn't help but look out the window at the once-beautiful marquee that had now been set aflame. A single tear slipped through Sienna's hardened mask. As it rolled down her cheek, she turned on the spot and stepped, from everything she had ever known, into complete and utter darkness.

I hope you liked it. I don't know when exactly I'll have the next chapter up, but I'll try to get it up soon. Oh, the footnote:

1: If you'd like to see a sketch of the dress, here's one: fav . me / d69q2fg (remove the spaces.)