AN: Just so you all know, I did this chapter lazily, and I'm uploading it before school, so I'll go back later and fix any errors.

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The two had nothing they wanted to say to each other. They didn't want to ruin the moment. Harry kept hold of her, and she stood with her head on his shoulder. She sniffed occasionally, hating herself for crying the way she did, but glad that Harry at least didn't hate her. He took her hand and led her to the bed where he lay down, and she with him. The silence that surrounded them was almost deafening. Sadey draped her arms around his shoulders, as he wrapped his around her waist. He quietly promised himself that he was never going to let her go, and that he was going to make sure that she would never cry for his account, or any other again. He hated to see her upset.

His thoughts were interrupted by a long sigh. He looked down at Sadey as she closed her eyes, and let her head drop on his shoulder. He rested his cheek on the top of her head, and listened to her quiet breathing.

"Do you suppose we should go downstairs?" Sadey asked, looking up at him. Harry looked down and their eyes met.

"Forget them. Hermione's been trying to hook us up from day one, so I'm sure she won't care what happens, and I know Ron's been helping her. Those are the only two people that really need to know," Harry explained, smoothing down her hair with his free hand.

"How do you know she's been trying to hook us up?" Sadey asked suspiciously. Harry felt his heart skip a beat. He didn't want to tell her that he had read her diary, but there was no other way to explain it…

"I just have that feeling," he lied quickly. Sadey stared at him strangely, but returned her head to his shoulder. Not long after there was a knock at the door. Sadey jumped out of Harry's grip, and sat nervously on the chair, as Ron let himself in, followed by Hermione. She closed the door behind her, and turned to look at them.

"Alright, you two. We need to do some serious talking, and find out what's going on," she said with authority. She pulled a chair up next to Sadey as Harry sat up, and Ron sat down next to him.

"Now…what's going on?" Ron asked, looking from Sadey to Harry, and back again.

"Oh, I'm not saying anything, until either of you tell us what's been going on…" Sadey said slyly, noting the smeared gloss on Hermione's lips, and Ron's messy hair.

"Oh…w-well…that's beside the point. We-"

"No, no, I want to know what's going on," Harry said, holding up a hand, and noticing the same things Sadey did.

"Hermione and I are dating, okay? But we want to keep it quiet…" Ron said, trailing off, as he heard footsteps outside the room. There was another knock on the door.

"Who is it?" they all yelled in unison, clearly agitated.

"It's Ginny…" she said meekly.

"Oh, we're sorry Gin. Come in," Hermione said, her tone gaining back its motherly manner. Ginny poked her head in cautiously.

"Just wanted to tell you that Mum is looking for all of you…nothing important really. Sorry if I bothered you," she said, ducking out again. Sadey looked around at them all horrified.

"She must hate me!" Sadey cried, standing from her chair. "I don't know what I was thinking. I'm probably not welcome in this house again!" she said rapidly, pacing the room. Harry got up and stopped her in her tracks.

"Listen to me, she won't hate you. I'll talk to her with you, she'll understand. And don't worry about coming back here, you'll be just as welcomed as before," he said, putting his hands on her arms as she crossed them, and looking her in the eyes. Sadey searched his eyes for a sign to believe him. When she had found it, she stepped forward into his arms. Harry wrapped her in a hug, as Hermione sighed happily, and Ron stared at the two, discretely putting his arm around her waist, and pulling her closer to him.

Sadey walked nervously around the Burrow. Harry wasn't at the house, as he and the boys were out playing Quidditch. They had asked if she, Hermione and Ginny wanted to play, but Sadey just wasn't up for it. She had been considerably depressed lately, due to the problems she was going through with George. He had arrived at the Burrow that morning, along with Fred, Bill, and Charlie. Mrs. Weasley had excitedly read Bill's latest letter aloud, announcing that he was engaged to Fleur Delacour. They had been secretly dating since Harry's fourth year of school. Hermione had said she wanted to stay with Sadey, but she persuaded her to go, knowing that Hermione would want to spend time with Ron; Ginny had left with the others, as she and Sadey didn't know each other very well.

Sadey and Harry had told Mrs. Weasley about what had happened, and to Sadey's surprise, she wasn't angry. On the contrary, she congratulated them, saying how Sadey was a lucky girl to have Harry, and that he needed someone like her in his life. At that moment, Sadey realized just how much the Weasleys considered him family. Still, Sadey didn't want to be around George, however much everyone assured her that he had accepted what had happened, and wasn't mad at her.

"Hello Sadey. How are you, dear?" Mrs. Weasley asked, as she sat down at the table. Sadey sighed.

"I've been better. Mrs. Weasley, can I ask you something?"

"Of course," she said cheerfully.

"What would you do if you were in my situation?" Sadey asked, staring at the table, and tracing the knots in the wood. Mrs. Weasley turned around, and smiled at her.

"My dear, you must understand that George is not angry at you. He is just as happy now, as he was before. You can't be afraid to talk to him, or be around him. That would only make things worse between you…do you smell something odd?" The oven had just begun smoking, and Mrs. Weasley cried out, as she tried to save the dessert. Sadey stared off into space, as she thought about what Mrs. Weasley had just said. She knew Mrs. Weasley was right, as she was about many things, so Sadey stood up from the kitchen, and made her way out to the Quidditch field in the orchard. When she arrived, everyone was in the middle of an intense game. At least you would have thought that before you could hear them. They were all laughing, and teasing each other about their skills. Sadey leaned against a tree and watched them for a while, before Harry noticed her, and flew down to her.

"Hey. How's everything going?" Harry asked, hopping off his broom, and walking up to her.

"Good. Everything's great actually," Sadey said, almost surprised to hear herself say that. Harry smiled at her.

"Good. I'm glad you decided to come out," he said, leaning in, and kissing her on the forehead. He put his arm around her, and watched the game. Not long after, Sadey took his hand, and led him away from the crowd to a small clearing not far away.

"Are you feeling okay? You don't look so good," Harry said, staring at her with a worried expression. She smiled up at him weakly, and nodded.

"I'm fine. I just wanted to get away from the crowd. It was stifling," she said, sitting down at the roots of a large tree. Harry sat down as well, and pulled her close to him. "I have to ask you something."

"Okay, what is it?" Harry asked quietly. He rested his chin on her head, as she leaned against him.

"Are you sure I'm the one you want to be with?" she asked, looking up at him. Harry took his head off her shoulder, and looked down at her questioningly. "I know you probably want an explanation, and I'm prepared to give one, but I just want you to be sure."

"Of course you're the one I want to be with. I may not know you that well, but that's a good reason to start dating, so that we can get to know each other. What would make you think that?" Harry asked, brushing a lock of her hair away from her face.

"I was just wondering. Because I've made a big sacrifice for us, and I mean, we do hardly know each other," she said to him. Plus there's the Prophecy I'm involved in, she thought solemnly. Harry listened to her, but knew there was something else.

"There has to be more than that," he said to her, taking her hand in his.

"Well…there is…but it's not something we should talk about here," she said, looking around quickly. Harry was worried. Sadey was acting strange and he didn't know why.

"Come with me," he said, taking her hand, and leading her into the forest.

They had been walking for a while when Harry took off at a slight jog. Sadey stepped quietly beside him, as he opened a small door in a group of tree.

"Ron and I made this place a few years ago," he explained, letting her in first. He closed the door behind him, and turned to look at her. "Now, what's going on?" Sadey gave a deep sigh, but began telling him anyway.

"Alright. You know how Prophecies work, right? Well, just like you, I'm involved in one. About you, really. Of course, it was told before we were born and all, and before You-Know-Who marked you to be his downfall. It said something about how the Heirs of the three noble houses would aid the Downfall of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, by making a great sacrifice. No one really knows what that sacrifice would be, but many have thought it to mean, their lives.

"Well, no one really knows who the heirs of Gryffindor and Hufflepuff are, but the heir of Ravenclaw is known. And it's me. I'm one of the people who will make a great sacrifice to aid you in destroying You-Know-Who."

Harry was silent for a moment. Surely, things would work out…they had to.

"But…no one knows what this sacrifice is, right? I mean, it could be anything…"

"Well if you think about it, life and light are the only two things that can kill darkness and evil, and light won't do much in this situation. At least that's what my Grandmother has always told me. To make me feel better about what I must do. But I don't know what's going to happen; I mean it could be anything." Suddenly, she was looking quite worked up, and she began to collapse. Harry rushed forward, and caught her before she hit the hard ground. He gently carried her up to the house, and laid her on her bed. For the rest of the day, he sat by her side, hoping she would be alright.