A/N: Hey guyz!!!1!!!!!!!1!!! im back!!!!1!!!!!!!!!!!! OMG. i failed like only 3 classes so my parentz didnt let me on the computer like all summer!!!! they like TOTALLY over reacted. i so cant wait till college!!!!!!!! They restrict my creative artist's soul. School started and I needed to write a report or something, so im doing this instead so all my avid readers could read my wonderful work!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Here it is!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1!!!!!1!1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11!!!!!!!
Destiny and Harry assimilated to life in Number 12 Grimwauld Place very quickly. Though they were training for the final battle, Harry had never been more at peace. Being there with the two people he loved most; it made him feel things he had never felt before. He had never truly had a caring family to call his own, but the three residents had made their own kind of family. The tough training schedule did not even dampen their feelings of glee.
Sirius woke Destiny and Harry up at six in the morning. An hour of meditation preceded a light, healthy breakfast. A brief warm-up followed, then the actual training began.
"Alright Destiny, Harry," Sirius said in his gravelly voice, "this is very advanced magic I'm going to be showing you, so pay close attention."
The teenagers nodded. The magic Sirius had taught them in the past weeks was more difficult than what either had expected. They spent hours each day learning dangerous new spells to fight the Dark Lord. Harry began to believe that with Destiny at his side, they truly could defeat Voldemort, together. Under their guardian's careful tutelage they met each new challenge and overcame them together.
"This spell," Sirius continued, "will allow you to think as one, to fight as one. Now, put your palms together." Destiny and Harry faced each other, and placed their hands together. "Good, now repeat after me: 'Klempto Verata Nicto' No it has to be in unison. Now, on the count of three. One, two… Three!"
"Klempto Verata Nicto!" Harry and Destiny cried. Their palms squeezed together, pushing all of the air between them out. The two became one.
Harestiny gazed around the room zestfully. All of Harestiny's senses were amplified to an astounding degree. The view from four eyes was so bizarre and foreign, yet felt so right. The colors were strangely bright and far away details were more focused. Sounds were amplified to a remarkable degree. The soft rustling of a mouse two floors above them in the house next door was clearly heard.
Sirius grinned. "Excellent. And on your first try. That is very impressive."
"This is—"
"Is it—"
"--permanent?"
" No, quite the opposite. To reverse the spell, you must say out of both mouths 'Live long and prosper.'"
Harestiny said the words in a monotone.
Harry slumped against a wall, his energy gone. The loss of such awareness left him more empty than he could have anticipated. More than that, he missed the feeling of Destiny's mind brushing his own.
"I feel so cold, so empty!" Destiny said, shocked.
Sirius nodded. "Yes. That is the normal reaction. Now, let's have lunch. You should feel better after eating."
Hours later, Destiny awoke in the night. Limpid tears flowed freely from her olive green eyes. A trembling hand rose to her face.
Hurriedly, she raced down the halls. "Harry!" she screamed desperately. "Harry! Oh Sirius, awaken! Harry!"
Harry burst forth from his rooms. "What is it, my love?"
"I had the most horrid vision, Dear Heart!" Destiny threw herself into Harry's comforting embrace. "And—oh! Oh Ron! Poor Ron!"
Harry was suddenly cold. "What about Ron? Is he hurt?"
"Harry, the Weasleys! They-- they're--" A tortured sob cut her off.
Sirius seemingly materialized in the dark hallway and asked in a low voice, "What about the Weasleys? Molly and Arthur, are they hurt?"
"Sirius," Destiny whispered as tears raced like rivers of pure silver, glistening down her tragically pale, rosy cheeks, "They are Deatheaters!"
A/N: R&R!!!!!!!!!1!!11!!!!!
