In the bedroom Serena tired to keep her mind off of what she had overheard in the kitchen. She felt like she was trapped between Harry and Parrish in some ways—like they were subconscious fighting over her—Harry didn't realize how defensive he was of her. He didn't realize that the way he acted made it seem like he cared about Serena more then just a friend should care. Serena wasn't sure of Parrish was truly threatened by Harry or not, she hoped he wasn't, because in truth he wasn't. Serena had no interest in Harry beyond that of friends. She loved Parrish and could only see herself with him for the rest of her life and beyond.

As Serena pulled on tight black pants, and a black blouse she thought of her mother. She touched the gold necklace around her neck, Page's family crest and sighed slightly. She'd get the bastard she had promised herself years ago. She'd kill him if it was the last thing she ever did and a week ago she had come so close. She thought Page had died in the fire until Amber had told her that they didn't find any bodies in the rubble.

As she zipped up her boots a sharp tingle shot up her spine. She stood up straight and lost her balance from moving so quickly. As she fell backwards, her mind was overtaken by a premonition in black and white.

She was witnessing the scene before her from her own body, she was screaming and grabbing at Harry, who appeared to be attacking Parrish in a Muggle manner. Serena managed to pull Harry back and put herself between the two boys.

"What the hell are you—"

As Serena fell backwards in the bedroom she knocked her head against the bedpost of Ginny's bed. A sharp pain entered her head and caused a flash of white light to interrupt the vision she had been seeing before her eyes. After the white light she saw nothing but blackness and fell into unconsciousness. When her body hit the floor, her arm was thrown out and knocked the leg of a small table. The table rocked and a vase of white and blue cornflowers rocked and fell off. The shattering of the glass was what alerted the people downstairs that something was wrong.

When Serena opened her eyes she gasped sharply and sat up. The room was dark around her, and she could hear two people breathing quietly nearby. It took her a few moments to realize that she was in Ginny's bedroom at the Burrow, with Ginny and Hermione sleeping near her. Serena pressed her body against the wall and took a long cool breath.

"Relax," she told herself. "Relax…"

She looked around her and pulled her hand behind her head, taking long breathes to calm herself.

"You're alright," she whispered.

Just as the words left her mouth her body shook and she closed her eyes to another vision. This time she saw Harry standing on the tallest tower at Hogwarts, he was with Dumbledore, Malfoy and Snape—and Snape had his wand pointed at Dumbledore.

Serena took a gasping breath as her vision returned and she was in the dark room again. But just as quickly as the vision had left her, another one came and she closed her eyes to the tingle crawling through her body.

Now she watched as the man in the window looked down at her, and she slowly walked up the long twisting path from the beach. She looked over her shoulder and saw a boat tied to a small dock and when she looked back up at the house she saw the man on the back patio, waiting to greet her in the night. When she had climbed up the stone steps to the patio, she looked at the man with a thankful feeling inside of her. The man was standing in the shadows, and taking a step forward into the light of the moon when Serena woke up from the vision.

Her body was shaking all over as she lay in bed. Something was wrong. She was picking up a strong physic connection from someone and it was causing her own Sight to go haywire. She stood up out of the bed—she needed some water. Some water to help calm her down.

And to her frustration as she stood up another shiver came over her body and the sudden desire to be sick all over the floor came over Serena—and she was. She fell to her knees and threw up, coughing and choking. Ginny and Hermione woke up as she held herself over her pile of sick, closing her eyes tight.

"Serena," said Hermione jumping out of her bed. She was at Serena's side in a second.

"I'll go get Mum," said Ginny dashing out the room to wake Mrs. Weasley.

"Serena, are you alright?"

"No," Serena shook her head. "No. No I'm not."

"What's wrong?" Hermione asked. "What did you see?"

Just before she had thrown up, Serena had blinked and seen Amber giving birth to a child. But the child didn't cry—Amber did. The little girl was a still-born.

Serena couldn't bring herself to say what she had seen, and Hermione seemed to understand. She rubbed Serena's shoulders and back, trying to relax her as Ginny returned, followed by Mrs. Weasley and Mr. Weasley.

"What happened?" Mrs. Weasley said going to Serena. She waved her wand and the sick disappeared with a swish leaving a shinning wood floor underneath Serena's body.

"I just," Serena sighed rubbing her sweaty head. She didn't feel very good. "I just had some bad visions…they were so short and quick…made me sick how fast they went."

"What did you see?" Mr. Weasley asked gently. He was standing behind his wife in a long pajama robe. Hermione and Mrs. Weasley helped Serena up off the floor and onto the bed.

"I-I," Serena stammered cupping her head. "I don't know….I saw a man going to greet me—but I don't think I was myself, I was another woman—on a patio on the Mediterranean—" Mr. and Mrs. Weasley looked at each other for only a second with worried eyes. "And then I saw, I saw Amber…she was giving birth…but the baby," Serena frowned deeply. "The baby was dead."

Mrs. Weasley sighed lightly with sorrow and patted Serena's shoulder.

"It's alright Serena," she whispered. "I'll make you some tea I think."

"Thank you Mrs. Weasley," Serena stood up slowly.

"You two get back to bed," Mrs. Weasley said to Hermione and Ginny. "Oh, Arthur you too, you have to be off to work within the next few hours."

Mr. Weasley bid the girls good night and left the room. Mrs. Weasley helped Serena down the stairs carefully and into the kitchen. Serena saw Parrish sit up on the couch, the blanket he was under falling down his very well defined chest, as they walked by the living room where he was sleeping. As Mrs. Weasley sat Serena down at the kitchen table Parrish entered the room.

"What's wrong?" he whispered looking concerned.

"Just had some bad dreams," Mrs. Weasley said. "Nothing a warm cup of tea won't fix."

She began to make the tea.

"I can manage, Mrs. Weasley," Serena whispered with a small smile. "I know where you keep the tea leaves."

"You sure?"

"Yea, thanks," Serena nodded.

Mrs. Weasley smiled and nodded.

"Alright, good night then," she said and walked out of the kitchen in her slippers and robe.

Parrish was by Serena's side in a moment, kneeling in front of her.

"Are you alright?"

Serena nodded.

"I've had worse," she said with a forced smile.

"Seriously?"

"I'm fine Parrish."

Parrish nodded and took her hands, kissing her palms gently.

"What did you see?"

Serena sighed lightly.

"I saw Snape holding a wand to Dumbledore," she muttered. "Then the man I keep dreaming about greeting a woman on the patio…well about to greet her…I woke up before he stepped into the light. And then," Serena stopped and looked across the kitchen to the dark window. "And then, I saw Amber give birth to a still-born."

"It's going to be okay Serena," said Parrish squeezing her hands tightly. "I promise you it's going to be okay…"

Serena said nothing. She nodded her head slowly as the kettle began to whistle. The water was boiling. Parrish stood up before Serena could and grabbed the kettle. He poured the water into a mug with tea leaves in it, then handed it to her. Serena thanked him and let her tea leaves soak up the water. Parrish sat down next to her at the table with a mug of his own tea and looked at her.

"You see these things for a reason Serena," he whispered. "To warn you."

"They warned me a whole lot last time," she whispered back. "A whole lot of good they did…warning me about my Father's death but blurring his face so I couldn't tell that he was the one dying in my visions…looks like my Sight has a really bad sense of humor."

Parrish sighed.

"Serena, you're not meant to save everyone."

"Apparently I'm only meant to save you," she said. "And I'm not saying that's a bad thing…I just…I wish—I should have been able to save him!"

"You had those dreams for so long to prepare you for it," Parrish reassured her.

"I'm not so sure Parrish," Serena said very seriously. "Sometimes I feel like he's still there. I can hear him move through the house, or say something to me, but every time I turn around he's not there. I feel like his soul is trying to tell me something…give me a message…"

Parrish was looking at Serena with some concern.

"Why would he try to contact you?"

"To tell me to move on," Serena whispered sadly. "He wouldn't want me dwelling on his death and blaming myself for it…"

Parrish squeezed her hand.

"You're right," he said. "He wouldn't want that. He'd want you to continue living your life. The more you suffer, Serena, the more it shows you really care."

Serena looked at Parrish from her mug of tea and frowned slightly. She didn't like the subject of her Father, and regretted getting so far into it already.

"How long was I out?" she asked changing the topic. Parrish didn't fight the change. He put down his almost empty mug and then spoke.

"Just the day," he said. "You're lucky you didn't knock your head so hard that you were bleeding or anything…Mr. Weasley thought of taking you to St. Mungo's, but Mrs. Weasley said it wasn't that extreme…just a bump to the head."

"I do that a lot."

Parrish shrugged.

"Part of the job I suppose."

"Job? Now my premonitions are a job?"

"Well that's kind of what they're like, aren't they?" he said slowly.

Serena said nothing and finished off her tea. She set down her empty mug and raised her eyebrows at the mess of clumpy tea leaves in the bottom of her cup.

"There's a swan in my tea leaves," she said quietly. She picked up the cup and looked at it more closely.

"A swan?"

"Yes," Serena said slowly. "The swan is a sign of good; it's the host of human being's souls. If you kill one its bad luck and the soul is lost…when the swan is in the tea leaves it means that there is one near by, baring the soul of someone you've lost."

Parrish was looking at Serena with raised eyebrows. He took her mug from her slowly and looked into it. He, of course, saw nothing but clumps of tea leaves.

"Serena," he whispered. "I don't think the swan is there…"

She looked at him sharply.

"You believe in my Sight, why can't you believe in tea leaves?"

"I didn't say I don't believe in them," Parrish said. "I mean that as humans, we see what we want to. You want to see the swan because you want to know that your Father's soul is close to you."

Serena snatched the cup from Parrish and held it in front of her. She swore it looked like a swan in the swirls of herbs. She set the mug down in front of her with a sigh of frustration.

"Were you dreaming about something?" she whispered. "Before I came down here?"

"Yes," Parrish said very slowly. "I was having a nightmare that my Father was killing you."

Serena's skin turned a little white and she nodded her head.

"I think I was picking up our psychic connection again."

"That's why you had so many visions so quickly?"

Serena nodded.

"You trigger so many of my visions, I assumed I was picking up the psychic connection we share again," Serena whispered.

Parrish took Serena's hands and kissed them gently.

"I'm sorry I do this to you Serena," he whispered with sad eyes. He reached out and touched her cheek ever so gently. Serena could barely feel his fingers on her skin, and when she looked into his eyes she saw nothing but sorrow. "Every time I go to touch you I second guess myself because I don't want to put your through that pain…I'm so afraid sometimes…"

Serena frowned and kissed Parrish's palm.

"Let's not be afraid," she whispered. "Not of this. Not of my gift. There are other things we should be afraid of right now."

Parrish looked at her very seriously and nodded his head. They kissed each other's lips softly, tenderly. Serena felt true love pouring from Parrish's love and couldn't help but smile against his lips.

"What?" he whispered with his own small smile.

"I just love that you love me," she said.

Parrish smiled and kissed her again.

"I do love you Serena," he looked at her eyes with a smile as he brushed her hair behind her face. "I love you, and we're going to get through this together." He kissed her again and she beamed.

The next morning, after Serena and Parrish returned to their separate beds, they stood in the kitchen holding hands and their bags over their shoulders. They were about to leave the Burrow for Parrish's flat.

"Be safe," said Mrs. Weasley hugging Serena tightly. "Send an owl the moment you get home."

"Of course Mrs. Weasley," said Serena with a small smile.

"Thank you for having us," said Parrish hugging Mrs. Weasley. "We'll be seeing you all soon I imagine?"

"Yes," said Mrs. Weasley. "You're coming to Diagon Alley with us, this Saturday. Remus said he'd meet you at your place and then the three of you will come to Diagon Alley."

Bill entered the kitchen and looked at the two standing by the door.

"Ready to go, then?" he said pulling on his cloak.

"Where are you going?" Serena asked.

"He's escorting you home of course," Mrs. Weasley said. "You didn't think you'd be going that way yourselves, did you?"

Serena rolled her eyes and looked at Harry who was sitting at the kitchen table with Ginny and Hermione. Ron was standing by the fire place. Serena had already hugged each of them, and said good bye, but as she looked at Harry she felt a pain in her stomach.

"Bye," she said looking at him and waving.

"Bye Serena," said Hermione. "Parrish. We'll see you Saturday."

"Bye everyone," said Parrish squeezing Serena's hand.

"I'll be back," Bill said kissing his Mother's cheek. "Don't worry about us."

The air outside was rather cool for the beginning of August, and Serena pulled her traveling cloak tightly around her. Parrish wrapped his arm around her as they walked down the garden path. Bill was walking on the opposite of Serena making her feel like she was being protected by two giant security guards—just in case Page happened to jump out of the brushes to kidnap or murder her.

The walk down the hill to the main road leading to London was a long one.

"Do you think we should Apparate?" Parrish asked Bill.

"Probably be safest," he said. "Serena can you side Apparate?"

Serena nodded.

"Yea," she whispered.

"Alright," said Bill. "See you there in a few moments."

Serena closed her eyes as Bill disappeared and wrapped her arms tightly around Parrish. Parrish held her close and she felt a strong pull on her body. She felt like she was being squished through a small tube and she wasn't sure if she'd make it all the way through. But just as her ears began to pop she opened her eyes and saw that they were standing in the alley between Parrish's flat and the pub next to it. Bill was near by looking around cautiously at the road before them.

Serena and Parrish stopped next to him and he looked at them.

"Curious," he said softly. "How they don't have any idea what's going on in our world…they don't even know the danger they're in just as much as us."

He was talking about the Muggles bustling down the street worried about getting to work on time, or school, or shopping for what they would have for dinner. Serena knew exactly what Bill meant. It seemed so weird to look at them as they scurried about the street going on with their lives and right around them people were dying to save them. They didn't know about magic, or Voldemort and the horrible thing he and his Death Eaters did. They had no idea that the Ministry of Magic, and Aurors were fighting to save them. They had no idea…and knowing that blew Serena's mind. Not only was the Order, and everyone she cared about, fighting to save the lives of their families and themselves, but they were fighting to save the lives of these helpless Muggles who didn't have a clue in the world what was going on.

"It's probably better that way," said Parrish. "Come on."

The turned the corner out of the alley and onto the sidewalk of the busy street and walked a few paces to the steps of his flat. He marched up them and pulled a key out of his pocket; he put it in the lock and pushed open the red door.

Serena and Parrish pulled off their cloaks before heading up the stairs to the main living area of the flat. Serena opened the closet and threw her boots into it, then hung her cloak on the rack near the door. Bill moved up the stairs quickly to the living room, kitchen and bedrooms.

"You might want to consider changing the color of your door," said Bill as Parrish and Serena emerged on the second floor. Bill moved around it quickly, checking for magical booby traps, alarm systems, and bugging devices.

"It will be fine," said Parrish. "Remus and Dumbledore himself put protective spells on the flat, just like Number Twelve."

Bill nodded as he pulled back the curtains and looked down at the street below. Serena felt like she was in the American protective witness program with the way Bill was acting. She sighed and sat down on the couch as he closed the curtains and moved down the hall to the bedrooms. He searched the two bedrooms, study and bathroom and found nothing hiding anywhere.

"Alright," Bill said going to the top of the stairs. "I think you're all set. Remus will be by on Saturday. Until then, you're not to leave the flat."

"What?" Serena said looking at Bill. "Are you kidding me?"

"No," said Bill. "I'm being quite serious. Dumbledore says he wants you to stay put until Remus comes to get you, and remember to ask the security question at the door."

Parrish nodded and shook Bill's hand.

"Thanks Bill," he said. "I'll walk you out."

"No need," said Bill. "Be safe you two, don't leave each other alone, and don't leave the house."

Serena crossed her arms over her chest and frowned as Bill walked down the stairs to the front door. She took a long breath and sighed while rolling her eyes. Once the front door had closed she looked at Parrish.

"That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard."

"No," Parrish said. "I don't think so…they want us to be safe. No doubt they have someone watching the place for our protection."

Serena sighed.

"I feel like I'm under house arrest."

"You are," Parrish said with a teasing smile. "Relax Serena. We have the place to our self."

"Oh goody," Serena said sarcastically. She smiled at Parrish who leaned over the back of the couch she was sitting on and kissed her neck.