*takes place during HBP but is not exact. i am incorporating both the book and movie. please review.*

"How blessed are some people, whose lives have no fears, no dreads; to whom sleep is a blessing that comes nightly, and brings nothing but sweet dreams."

-Bram Stoker

The day went by pretty slowly as everyone helped Mrs. Weasley with various chores around the house. They then came to an abrupt end, however, when a gnome kicked Ron in the shin, allowing Fred and George to laugh wildly. They were all huddled in the kitchen when a tawny barn owl came swopping in, dropping a stack of letters, recognizably from Hogwarts.

"Oh good! Our schoolbook list is here. We can go to Diagon Alley tomorrow." Hermione said brightly.

"I hope Harry arrives soon, his letter is here," Genoa said holding it up for them to see.

Mrs. Weasley loaded meat pies onto everyone's plates before speaking.

"Well its best we wait for him, Dumbledore must know he's coming. Now everyone tuck in."

They all ate dinner loudly, laughing and talking about Quidditch and the new school year ahead. Hermione and Ginny were in an intense conversation about Dean Thomas and Fred and George were testing Mrs. Weasley. Genoa laughed to herself, deep into her own thoughts before George interrupted them.

"So I heard from a little birdie that you are going out for the Quidditch team this year."

She turned to him, shocked and embarrassed, "How did you find out?"

"Its nothing to be ashamed about," Fred said, joining the conversation, Mrs. Weasley smiling at her,"I've seen you play and you're pretty good."

Genoa frowned, "Well, Harry's Captain now, so I figured it would be easier to play in front of him, but I'm not expecting much."

"Rubbish, " and it was Mrs. Weasley who spoke,"I think you'll be fantastic."

Genoa smiled broadly, taken aback before she spoke again and told them all to get ready for bed. The scratching of chairs was heard as they all removed themselves from the table. Genoa offered to help Mrs. Weasley clean up before making my way upstairs, but she simply said not to worry. And with a wave of her wand the kitchen became spotless and she said goodnight to Genoa before heading up to bed. It was then, however, that Genoa heard Ginny's voice yell for her mum and she distinctly heard her ask when Harry had gotten here. Her head snapped in the direction of Ginny's voice and she ran into the next room to find Ginny looking up at her because of her alarming entrance.

"Harry? Where?" she exclaimed.

Ginny nodded over to, what was clearly Harry's trunk and Hedwig perched on top of it. Genoa's eyes met Ginny's and they both grinned widely.

"Ginny, what do you mean?" Mrs. Weasley's voice came from upstairs, "I think I would know if Harry Potter was in my house."

"Did someone say Harry?" Ron's voice floated down the stairs.

"Me, nosey," Ginny responded, "Is he up there with you?"

Ron snorted,"I think I would know if my best friend was here."

"Not if you were snoring loudly. I could here you from the foot of the stairs." Genoa laughed.

"Harry's here?" Hermione's voice followed.

"Well, Hedwig and his trunk." Ginny stated.

At once, as if they had all been shocked with electricity, they paraded down the stairs and ran around the house until they finally found Harry in the living room, smiling. He was disheveled from traveling, but his messy hair and green eyes were as distinct as ever. Ginny got there first, pulling him into a tight hug and so it went on, one friend after the other. Genoa hugged him so tightly, he thought she was going to break him.

"Genoa-can't-breathe." he spluttered.

"Oh, sorry. I'm just so happy to see you," she replied as she watched Ron whipe a bit of toothpaste from the side of Hermione's mouth at the same time.

"We didn't know you were coming now," Mrs. Weasley said, beaming with delight.

Harry scratched his head, "I didn't-Dumbledore-"

"Oh that man!" Mrs. Weasley cut him off, "But what would we do without him? Well then, you must be exhausted and I trust by now, that you don't need me to tell you where your sleeping. We're all heading to Diagon Alley tomorrow. Now, off to bed dears."

She shooed them all upstairs and Genoa retreated to the bathroom to put on her pajamas and wash her face. She felt relief from the hot water that splashed her, and felt the droplets fall off and into the sink, as if they were taking her troubles with them. She patted her face dry with a towel, brushed her teeth, sighed and threw once last glance at the mirror before exiting.

Genoa met Harry, Ron and Hermione upstairs as they sat gathered around a small wooden table burning the Daily Prophet with their wands. They were all laughing when she entered.

"Hey, you," Harry acknowledged.

"Whats so funny?" Genoa asked sitting down beside him. The paper began to turn into wisps of ash.

"Oh, nothing. We were just talking about how the Daily Prophet thinks Dumbledores gotten to old. Harry here stated that he was only, well, that's where its funny you see," Ron chuckled

"Oh, ha, yes well that is rather entertaining," she replied, smiling.

"Its rubbish of course," Hermione said.

Genoa nodded in agreement before turning to Harry. "So, I know you don't want me too ask you, but how are you doing since..well, you know, Sirius?"

She had expected him to be angry by this question, but he merely smiled.

"I'm okay, really. Theres nothing I could have done and I know he'd want me to move on, besides I still have you guys.

There was a knot in her throat.

"That's right, mate. Don't you forget it." Ron said nudging him.

"Where's Ginny?" Hermione spoke up.

"She went off to bed, which we probably should do," Ron said stretching and yawning widely.

They followed suit, Hermione and Genoa wishing the boys goodnight, before disappearing into Ginny's bedroom.

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Genoa slept restlessly that night, her thoughts taking over ability to think straight. She felt trapped and lost in what looked like a maze. No matter what direction she turned in, she met a dead end. 'A dead end' she heard herself think inside her dreamland. was it a sign? Is that where she would end up? Dead and buried beneath the ground? She then heard something in the distance and an entrance appeared through the maze wall that blocked her escape only seconds before. It was the faint sound of someone crying and as she got closer she could just make out a boy on a stone bench, his face buried in his hands. A thick fog began rolling in and she watched as the boys head darted up and he stopped crying abruptly, grey eyes piercing hers before she woke up breathing heavily. 'Those eyes' she whispered to herself in the darkness. The sound of gentle breathing coming from the two sleeping girls that also occupied the room. She knew those eyes. Those eyes that would haunt her for the next 2 weeks. But, that wasn't all that was haunting her. She had dreams like this more than she could count over the years, but there was one in particular that she never told anyone about. One that would probably ruin her friendship with everyone she held so dear. A dream…or maybe it wasn't. They were so real, so vivid, more like visions. She had seen things that others couldn't and that she never confessed. She could have saved him….saved them…..

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The next morning was a tiresome affair, Genoa having no luck at a peaceful nights sleep. Those eyes remained etched into her memory. Hermione, Ginny and Genoa got dressed quickly and with minimal conversation before heading downstairs. Mrs. Weasley was in the kitchen when they arrived, and tipping eggs and bacon onto plates for them all. Harry and Ron were already seated to Genoa's surprise, knowing that it usually took the jaws of life to get them out of bed.

"Now, eat quickly dears. I want to get everything done early." Mrs. Weasley said when she had filled the last plate (Ginny's), and proceeded to the sink with the oily pan.

"I can't eat so early," Genoa said, yawning,"Maybe just some coffee." and she waved her hand at a nearby mug which immediately filled itself up.

"Show off," she heard Ron mumble.

"More like lucky," Ginny snapped back at him.

Genoa payed no attention. It was much too early.

"Are you alright?" Hermione asked as she peered up from her food at Genoa. "You look terrible."

"Gee, thanks. I just didn't get enough sleep."

"What did you dream about?" Harry said and Genoa looked at him curiously. "I already know about the other one, these two told me," he said, pointing at Ron and Hermione and causing Genoa to throw them a sharp look.

"I was going to tell you."

Harry smiled,"I know. It's alright. I didn't want to bring it up as soon as I got here, but i felt it too. I don't think its anything to be alarmed about, at least that's what Dumbledore said."

Genoa took a heavy intake of breathe," He-he doesn't think they've found out about me yet, has he?"

Harry shook his head, causing her to exhale loudly. Just then the same owl from the other day came swooping in.

"OH NO!" Hermione's voice squealed, "I've totally forgotten our O.W.L results come today! Oh no, oh no, oh no. I know I've failed everything!"

"Hermione, get a grip," Ron said as he removed the stack of papers from the barn owl, who took of straight away.

Ron handed them each a thick envelope, which had their names written in neat script, trademark of Proffesor MCgonagall.

Genoa opened her rather reluctantly, to find that she had passed everything.

"How did you guys do?" she said, handing her results to Hermione.

"Only failed Divination and History of Magic," Ron responded.

"I did pretty good," Harry said, handing his to Genoa.

"How about you Hermione?" Ginny asked.

"I did ok," she said simply, trying to hide the paper, but Ron was too quick.

"HA! Okay? Ten outstanding's and one exceeds expectations. You're actually disappointed aren't you?"

"No!" and she snatched the paper back, a look of plain annoyance on her face.

When everyone had eaten and the dishes were magicked away, everyone grabbed their cloaks and proceeded to the fireplace. Genoa hated the Floo Network and her being exhausted didn't make it any better, but she agreed to it all the same. She took a generous amount of powder and stepped into the fireplace.

"Diagon Alley!" she cried and she watched the others faces disappear as she was engulfed in emerald green flames. She felt herself spinning and overcome with immediate nausea, keeping her arms and legs tucked in, having learned a while ago that its quite painful if you don't. Seconds later she felt herself being hurled out of the fireplace.

She stood up, her body aching and quickly waved her hand over herself, feeling the dirt and soot vanishing instantly.

"Well, that's a neat trick," A sneering voice, that she knew only too well, was heard behind her.

Genoa quickly turned around to see, none other than the shinning blonde-haired devil himself, Draco Malfoy. She was unprepared as he took a step towards her so that he was dangerously close to her and she felt her heart beat faster.

"Now, tell me where you learned that, Valence."

She had been found out.