Ana woke surprised that she had slept at all. She sat up in the bed, fully dressed in her pajamas and saw Henry's body lying next to her. He was deeply asleep. He had removed his shirt sometime during the night. Ana leaned her head down to him and kissed his chest softly. She rested her head there, listening to his heart and his deep breathing.

"Good morning," he whispered.

"Is it such a good thing?" Ana asked rubbing his rippled stomach.

"I can promise it's not a bad thing," he said sitting up on his elbows. "Come on, lets go downstairs, I'll make you breakfast."

"Alright," she whispered. She was happy that he didn't ask her about her vision. She wasn't ready to talk about it. Although, she knew she would have to soon. Jocelyn was in danger.

Henry made her eggs and bacon with some warm porridge. He placed a plate and bowl of the food in front of her and kissed her cheek gently.

"Do you want some orange juice?" he asked moving around the kitchen. "Or coffee?"

"OJ," said Ana picking up her fork.

Henry sat down across from her and poured her a glass of juice. He had a mug of coffee in front of him and a plate of ham and eggs. He began to eat slowly once he was sure Ana had everything she wanted.

"August," said a voice coming into the kitchen.

Ana felt someone hug her and looked to see her Mother's arms around her.

"Hi," said Ana softly.

"Oh, thank Merlin," said Jocelyn softly. "Thank Merlin."

"Do you want something to eat Aunt Joce?" asked Henry moving to get up.

"No," said Jocelyn standing up straight. "No thank you Henry." She glanced at Ana again. "Now that I know August is feeling better I have to be going, work and all."

"No," said Ana quickly. "Please, Mom stay."

Jocelyn stared at Ana for a few moments. She wanted to ask Ana what she had seen, but she bit her tongue.

"I suppose I can stay for a little while," said Jocelyn sitting down.

Henry got her a plate and served her some food.

The kitchen was quiet and comfortable for awhile, until Harry arrived downstairs, dressed in his black robes to go to the Ministry. He looked at Henry and then Jocelyn, then Ana.

"Ah, good to see you up and about August," he said tapping her shoulder. "Quite an episode you had last night. Care to talk about it?"

"Dad," hissed Henry.

Ana looked at Harry.

"No, sir," she whispered. "I'm afraid I don't care to talk about it right now."

"Well we're going to have to hear it sooner or later," he said forcing a smile.

"Dad, lay off," snapped Henry.

"Harry, please," said Jocelyn holding her mug. "Leave it be."

Harry stared at Jocelyn.

"You can't tell me you aren't concerned about this?"

"Of course I am!" snapped Jocelyn. "I'm scared to bloody death about it, but I know what she is going through. If she doesn't want to talk about it now, we're not going to talk about it."

"There is a Phoenix meeting tonight," said Harry suppressing his anger. "She'll have to come anyways, to explain why she left Malfoy and any other information she has. This vision counts as information."

"How do you know it was about anything serious?" snapped Henry in Ana's defense. She had become very silent. She was sitting stabbing the remainder of her breakfast with her fork and staring into it like it was the most amazing thing.

"I've never seen a victim bleed tears," snapped Harry. "How can it not be serious?"

"What if she was seeing something to do with a Siren?" asked Jocelyn standing up. "They bleed tears."

"I think seeing something to do with Sirens is very serious," hissed Harry. "Seeing as how they were wiped out three hundred years ago!"

"I saw Mother die!" screamed Ana. Her voice rang in the empty kitchen air. Everyone was quiet and looking at her. Ana took a deep breath. "I saw Father kill Mother," she whispered.

Jocelyn sank back down into her chair. She was shaking slightly. She took Ana's hand and squeezed it tightly.

"Oh, baby," she whispered and kissed Ana's hand. Jocelyn's face had gone very white.

"I'm sorry," whispered Ana with tears in her eyes. "I just. I'm sorry."

She got up and ran out of the room.

Henry glared at his Father harshly. He followed her out quickly.

Harry stood silently, shocked and horrified.

"Thank you," whispered Jocelyn sarcastically. "Are you happy now?"

"I think this is very serious."

"Harry, you're missing the point."

"Am I?" he asked. "I think you are Jocelyn. You're going to be murdered! If she hadn't told you…what if that was the plan all along…her to have a vision and not tell you?"

"You're being an idiot," snipped Jocelyn. "That doesn't make any sense at all. Draco could have come after me just as easily. The fact that you still don't trust my daughter Harry Potter is very offending. If I wasn't so worried about Iri---August, I would punch you dead in the nose…hopefully breaking it."

Harry frowned.

"I'm late for work," he said and Disappearated with a pop!

Jocelyn sighed with frustration and left the kitchen in search of Ana.

"Where are we going?" asked Ana as she stood in front of the fireplace next to Henry. She was clutching his hand tightly. She had always hated traveling by Floo Powder.

"To the Head Quarters of the Phoenix," said Henry kissing her forehead. "It will be fine, I promise."

"Where is Head Quarters?"

"Remus Lupin's home. He bought the house ten years ago that we started using as the Head Quarters."

"Are you a member of the Phoenix?"

"No," said Henry slowly. "Technically, no. I'm of age but I'm still in school. I'll become an official member after I leave Hogwarts."

Ana nodded.

"Should I have dressed nicely?" she asked looking at her appearance. She was wearing a pair of khaki gauchos, a black lace ruffle top, and high heeled black leather boots with black buttons all the way up to her knees.

"You look amazing," he said. "Dressier then me."

She smiled.

"Okay guys," said Harry coming into the room. "Let's go. We're late."

"Mom's not coming?" asked Henry.

"No," said Harry. "She's staying with the girls."

"Why don't we bring them with us?" asked Ana.

"Because a Phoenix meeting is no place for children," said Harry sternly.

"Dad I think Mom should come," said Henry.

Harry rolled his eyes.

"She's not coming," he said. "We're late. Let's go."

Harry grabbed a fist full of the powder and stepped into the fire. He threw the powder down and yelled loudly.

"The Phoenix Den!"

Harry Potter disappeared in a ball of green flames.

Ana looked at Henry.

"The Phoenix Den?"

Henry nodded.

"Do you want me to go first?"

"Sure," said Ana.

Henry stepped into the fire and disappeared the same way his Father had. Ana hesitated as she picked up a large handful of the Floo Powder, she wasn't sure if she really wanted to do this. Carefully she stepped into the fire and through the powder as she said her destination. There was a swirling of smoke, dust and Floor Powder. Ana felt herself spinning around then she suddenly came to a stop. She fell forward and felt someone's arms catch her. She looked up to see Henry. She smiled.

"Thanks," she whispered.

"Of course," said Henry with a large smile. "Come on. Everyone is in the dinning room."

Henry took her hand and led Ana into a large dinning room. Harry was sitting down as they entered. Every seat at the table was taken except for three. Ana smiled at her Grandfather and greeted him with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Henry pulled out the seat next to Sirius and allowed Ana to sit down. He sat next to her leaving an empty chair between him and his Father.

Ana looked around the table, she recognized everyone at the table from the dinner the night before. She saw Remus and waved to him. The others all had red hair and were obviously Weasleys'. There was one man and one woman Ana didn't recognize. He was old and grey. He wore half moon shaped glasses on the end of his nose. He smiled at Ana with a nod of the head. Ana looked at the woman sitting next to him and took a sharp in take of breath, she did recognize the woman. She had dreamed about her a few weeks ago before her Father's birthday party.

"Are you okay?" asked Henry.

"Yes," she said looking at him. "Who is that woman?"

"That's Professor McGonagall," he said. "She's the Head Mistress of Hogwarts. Why?"

"I've dreamt about her," she whispered softly. Ana looked next to Henry and realized the seat was for her mother. She got nervous and bit her bottom lip.

"Where is Mother?" she asked Sirius.

"She got off work late," he said. "She's on her way. Don't worry."

Ana nodded her head and looked back at the table. She bit her lip again.

"Angel," whispered Henry in her ear. "Relax."

"Relax?" she said back. "I'm not nervous."

"You're biting your bottom lip and tapping your fingers on the arm rest."

Ana stopped tapping her fingers and frowned at Henry. He smiled at her and looked away.

"It will be fine," he said. "You have nothing to be nervous about."

"I feel like I'm on trial."

"You're not."

"Then why am I here?"

"Because you may have information on Malfoy, a Death Eater. And you need to tell them why you left so they know you're not a spy."

"You think I'm a spy?"

"Of course not," he said looking at her. "I trust you with my life August. And I want to help you get rid of Malfoy."

"Henry," she whispered. "He's my Father."

Henry stared at her for a few moments.

"What are you saying?"

"He's my Father," she whispered again. "I didn't even know that he was in with the Dark Lord until you told me. I have nothing to tell them about him. And wouldn't I know if he was in with the Dark Lord if I was a spy?"

"Angel," he said kissing her hand. "You don't have to explain yourself to me."

"I'm sorry," she whispered looking away. She looked around the table again. Everyone seemed to be getting a little impatient. The old man with a long beard and hair stood up.

"Perhaps we should get started," he said slowly and in a calm voice. "Minerva has to return to Hogwarts for a staff meeting soon."

"But what about Jocelyn?" asked Sirius. "This is her daughter…"

"I'm very aware," said the man. "But we are short on time. Hello August," he said looking at Ana. "I'm aware of your name change. My name is Albus Dumbledore, and this is Minerva McGonagall, Head Mistress of Hogwarts. We're very excited about you attending Hogwarts this year."

"Thank you," said Ana quietly. "I'm sorry, but is there any way to get in contact with my Mother? I'm very worried about her."

"Why?" asked Dumbledore smoothly.

"I-I," Ana hesitated. "I had a vision that Draco Malfoy, my Father, is going to kill her. I'm just worried because she is alone."

Dumbledore looked at Harry who nodded his head. Harry got up and left the dinning room quickly. It was obvious that he was going to check on Jocelyn. Ana got up quickly too.

"Harry," she said quickly following him. "Harry."

"August, go back to the meeting," he said pulling his cloak out of the front closet.

"Go to her apartment first," she said. "That's where he kills her in my vision."

Harry nodded his head.

"I'll find her August," he said. "I won't let him hurt her."

Ana nodded as he disappeared with a pop!

Ana spent the next hour and a half explaining herself to the people around her. She nervously tapped her fingers on her arm chair the whole time. Sirius gripped her hand. Ana could tell he was fearful too. After she was done explaining she thanked everyone for their time. She looked at Sirius as everyone got up and moved to leave.

"I need to go to her house," she said. "Harry isn't back yet. She missed the whole meeting. We have to go."

"No," said Sirius. "It could be dangerous."

"I have to go!" Ana said. "My Mother is missing and I witnessed her death last night! He's not going to do it nicely. He's going to torture her and beat her and try to sweet talk her, but in the end he's going to kill her. If we go now maybe we can catch him and put him away forever."

Sirius bit his bottom lip.

"Alright, let's go," he said standing up. "Can you Apperate?"

"Yes," Ana said. "But I don't know where she lives."

"I'll take her," said Henry.

Sirius nodded.

"Meet you there."

He disappeared with a pop! Henry grabbed onto Ana and pulled her close against his body. He followed Sirius's led and disappeared into thin air. Ana closed her eyes tightly to avoid getting sick. She felt her feet planted firmly on the ground a few moments later and opened her eyes. She looked around a well organized, clean apartment.

Ana's eyes fell on blood stains that were all over the cream carpet by the window. Sirius was leaning over the biggest one and studied it. The window above him was broken. Ana's worse fears came over her and she fell back against the couch that was behind her. Henry went to her.

"What is it?"

"She's gone," she whispered. "He killed her right there under the window."

"Harry probably took her to St. Mungo's," said Sirius.

"Why?" asked Ana. "She was dead. She would have been dead."

"Maybe he didn't kill her," whispered Henry.

"I saw him kill her."

"We'll go to St. Mungo's," said Sirius ignoring his granddaughters comment. "I'll take you there myself. Henry I want you to go home and see if your Father is there, then come to St. Mungo's."

Henry nodded his head and Disappearated. He didn't say good bye to Ana who was still leaning against the couch taking slow deep breaths. Sirius took her arm and gave her a firm hug. He held her close and Disappearated with her in his arms.

The Magical society had a clean white hospital, like all other hospitals. Ana had never been to a hospital and the scene surprised her. She saw a man sitting in the chair moaning in pain. When the nurse asked him what was wrong he said his pants were eating his balls. Ana bit her lip and looked at Sirius. He took her hand and led her to the front desk. A woman sat behind it chewing gum and doodling on a paper with a quill.

"Yes?" she said looking up at Sirius. Her bored face expression changed to one of shock when she looked at Sirius. "My God you're Sirius Black."

"Yes," he said. "Hello, I'm looking for my daughter. She may have been brought in an hour ago. Her name is Jocelyn Black-"

"Sirius," said a familiar voice.

Ana and Sirius turned to see Harry walking towards them quickly. Harry took Sirius by the arm and led him away from the desk and Ana quickly. He was speaking into Ana's Grandfather's ear quickly. Sirius stopped walking suddenly. He was staring at his godson with a blank expression on his face. He wiped his cheek slowly and glanced at Ana. He nodded his head at Harry who left his side.

"What is it?" asked Ana coming over to her Grandfather. She could feel his pain and see his tears. Her eyes welled up with her own tears. "She's gone isn't she?"

She didn't need to hear an answer or see Sirius nod his head because he couldn't bring himself to say it with out crying. Sirius wrapped his arms around Ana carefully and held her close to his chest as she began to sob.

Ana was sitting on a swing outside of the Burrow a few days later. She was wearing a black dress and heels. From far away she looked fairly depressed as she leaned her head against the rope of the swing. She swung slowly, digging her toes into the dirt underneath her.

Henry watched from the kitchen window. He wanted desperately to go out and hold Ana, but she had said she wanted to be alone. He turned around when he heard someone enter the kitchen and saw Sirius setting a large box down on the table. He sighed loudly and looked at Henry with a smile.

"What's in the box?"

"Stuff," said Sirius. "Serenity's stuff…she had left some of it in my house…I thought Ana might like it. Most of it is clothes."

"In that case she'll love it," said Henry with a smile. He looked back out the window and frowned.

"I know its hard Henry," said Sirius leaning against the table and folding his arms over his chest.

"What is?"

"Not to go out and hold her," Sirius nodded his head to the window. "August is a lot like her Grandmother and Mother before her."

"Sirius," whispered Henry. "I fear for August."

"As do I."

"Have you noticed the death pattern of the Belle woman?"

Sirius frowned and bit his lip as he thought about what Henry had said. His fiancée, Jocelyn's mother, had died at a young age, when Jocelyn was only six. Jocelyn had just passed a little older then her mother before her.

"You fear that she will die young like her Mother and Grandmother?"

Henry nodded.

"I wouldn't worry so much," said Sirius. "Like I said she is a lot like them both. She's strong in more ways then one."

Henry did not look eased by Sirius's words. Sirius forced a smile and clapped Henry on the shoulder.

"Even if you told her of this pattern she wouldn't believe you," said Sirius. "I knew from the moment I first saw her that she was exactly like her Grandmother, the one thing she has that her Grandmother didn't is a man who loves her."

"You loved Jocelyn's Mother."

"Yes," said Sirius with a nod. "I loved her very much. But she didn't have me the way that August has you."

Henry nodded.

"Well, I think I shall take this box out to her," he said picking up the box. "Explain what's in it."

"What is exactly?"

"Ann's clothes, some photographs and a necklace I believe," said Sirius looking into the box. "I'll let August decide what she wants to keep."

He hoisted the box up off the table and went to the door. Henry opened it for him quickly and watched as Sirius walked across the lawn to the far tree with the swing on it where Ana was perched. She looked up when she heard Sirius walking towards her. Her eyes met Henry's and she waved to him. He smiled softly and waved back, then closed the door as Sirius put the box down in front of Ana.

"Hi," Sirius said to Ana. She looked up at him.

"Hello," she whispered in a sad voice. She continued to swing and didn't ask about the box that was placed in front of her.

"I brought these for you," Sirius said tapping the box with his foot. "There some of your Grandmother's belongs that were in our home…before she left….I've been saving them…"

Ana looked up at him and nodded.

"Would you like me to have them?"

"You can keep whatever you like," said Sirius. "I thought you might like some of the clothes…and her personal things. Whatever you don't want I'll keep."

Ana nodded and stared at the box.

"Thank you," she whispered.

Sirius nodded.

"Alright," he said. "I'll see you later."

He kissed her forehead and walked away, leaving Ana on the swing staring at the box of belongs that belonged to a woman that she had never know.