Molly was the first to wake up, or so she thought. She walked downstairs, to see one of the twins, which she couldn't tell which one, sitting on the couch, and she walked towards them to see them, thinking, lost into another world. She waved a hand in front of their face and they shook their head, their mind slowly approaching earth.
"Oh hi mom" They said quietly.
"Good morning Fred"
"I'm George" He chuckled.
"I always mix you two up" Molly sighed before they walked into the kitchen.
The floorboards creaked from a different area; Molly drew her wand and saw it was Krysteena walking threw the house. She watched her for a moment, Krysteena giggled at Molly, and George just looked down to the floor.
"It's okay Molly" Krysteena said in a hushed whisper. "It's just me"
"You never know" Molly shrugged.
"Thanks for being cautious – I think?" Krysteena walked in and poked George. "Well – you're up early"
"So are you" He grumbled.
"Oooh – touch touchy" Krysteena joked trying to get him to look up.

******

The others soon woke up, they were all around the table, just poking their food, and Fred looked at Krysteena who shrugged. Serious tapped her shoulder and motioned her to come with him. Soon she left the room and Harry spoke up.
"Why is everyone so damn quiet?" He asked.
"I don't know – I had the weirdest dream last night" Caitlin answered.
"Same" Vicky agreed.
"We all did" Arthur began. "It's a memory of Krysteena's past – she was just an infant when she came to Tonks and her family. It wasn't her who was displaying the memory – it was You-know-who, trying to get at her and turn us all against her so she will go to the well, dark side"
"She won't though. Right?" Ron asked getting nervous.
"Who knows" Molly shrugged.
George stood up, pushed his chair in and walked the direction where Serious and Krysteena had gone. Fred placed his head in his hands, Ginny soon did the same, and everyone exchanged looks. Molly sighed.
"What is this about?"
"Nothing" Harry said back trying to seem confident.
"I am positive it isn't 'nothing' when my child leaves the room after – Miss Black" Molly grew angrier.
"It's nothing mum" Fred smirked. "Nothing at all"
Everyone grew silent; they had no idea what to say next, how to convince Molly. Even when they tried it was like convincing a child to eat vegetables. Failing miserably, they all looked down, hoping no one would get angry.

******

George followed them down the steps, he waited patiently for them to talk, and he put his hands threw his Carrot orange hair. He listened for the noises and they became clearer.
"It isn't anything personal Krysteena" Serious interjected.
"Nothing personal? Right – being completely ignored isn't personal – and what in god's name was that dream about anyway?" She asked getting angry.
"It was about your father" Serious sighed. "Voldemort just wants you on his side, so he can convince you to turn against your family"
"That's preposterous" She shrieked.
"I know"
George couldn't hear anymore, so he went up the steps and sat against the wall letting his thoughts take over, he didn't know whether they would turn her against the place she belonged or whether she actually had a heart of gold then a cold shoulder. He had seen different sides to her. She came up the steps and sat beside George.
"What's wrong?" She asked nudging him.
"I don't know – I might have fallen for the right – but wrong person?" George sighed.
"No one falls for the wrong person George" She gave him a 'oh please' look.
He shrugged as Serious came up the steps, Serious smiled at them, and walked back into the kitchen. George let out a sigh of frustration and then earned himself a giggle from Krysteena, he liked this relaxed Krysteena – not the up tight 'I am going to kick your ass' one.

******

The furious afternoon came, Caitlin hanging out with Fred, George and Krysteena. Then Vicky hanging with, Harry, Ron, and Ginny. Things weren't about to settle down with George and Krysteena running around chasing each other until they were out of breath. Caitlin looked at Fred.
"Okay – can you now tell me why?" She begged.
"He likes her – a lot, ever since their fourth year" Fred whispered.
"Does she know?" Caitlin asked raising an eyebrow.
"No" Fred chuckled.
"And – who do you like?"
"Nobody" Fred muffled her hair. "No one is what I am looking for"
"Why is that?" She asked.
"Because" He shrugged.

******

Vicky was facing Ron, Harry was facing Ginny, and they were all quiet. They weren't speaking much because they were trying to imagine what the final battle would be like and who would win.
"I think you will win" Ginny pointed to Harry. "Because, I don't know why – you just have a knack for saving the day"
"Maybe" Harry sighed.
"No" Vicky corrected. "Positive"
"Maybe – we'll have dragons, lions, and ravens on our side!" Ron explained happily.
"Maybe you're messed in the head" Ginny rolled her eyes.
"Yes – wait – what?" Ron asked clueing in.
"You just called yourself – stupid!" Ginny yelled.
"Whatever" Ron rolled his eyes.
"You're so immature" Vicky rolled her eyes.
"So are you" Ginny interfered.
"Stop guys" Harry sighed.
Everyone gave him a glare, they didn't know what to expect next, other than something semi-big, and maybe even a little crazy. The door flew open and there stood Molly. She grabbed a book for Hermione and left. Hermione wasn't really friend with this little group right now – she was too bust studying for next years tests.

******

George looked threw the rooms, until someone jumped onto his back and he laughed. Every time they had some fun doing random things. Krysteena flung off his back and onto her bed, singing random songs, and they both smiled. George's eyes sparkled as his lips reached up to his ears. George's red hair slightly in his face as he watched Krysteena push back her black hair – which was one of the ways to identify a Black and her crystal blue-grey eyes, wandered his body while he paid no attention.
"Are you excited to be in the school as no longer students – but just living their during the school year?" Krysteena asked propping herself up.
"Yeah" George sat beside her. "I am also going to tell the girl I like that I like her"
"Oooh La, La" Krysteena stuck out her tongue. "And who is this girl?"
"I am going to tell her soon" He poked her belly button. "And I am not telling"
"Lavender?" She guessed.
"Not a living hope" George laughed fighting the urge to blurt it out.
"Tell me"
"No" George answered slowly leaning over her and pressing his forehead to hers. "Not a chance"
Her sweet breath blew on his face, causing shivers down his spin, and she lightly bit her lip. She never ever had someone this close to her, not even a millimeter from her, and sure a hug was close, but not like this close. George debated for a few minutes, and moved in a little closer and Krysteena felt herself moving closer to him. Just then the door opened and George moved away, blushing, and there stood an angry Serious.