On the train, Parrish and Serena shared a compartment with Kendra. Serena's younger sister was sitting silently reading a witch's magazine with her head leaning against the icy window. Parrish was holding Serena's hand as she leaned on his shoulder almost ready to fall asleep. The compartment seemed rather grim. Perhaps it was the weather outside, or Serena's mood. She wasn't really looking forward to Christmas in her Mother's house—the last place and time she saw her Mother alive—and with out her Father. Serena wanted to fall asleep and sleep the holiday away. She had a horrible feeling in the pit of her stomach that many bad things were going to happen, and she didn't want to be awake for them.

"I wonder if Amber will have the baby before we have to go back to school," Kendra said breaking the peaceful silence that had fallen in the compartment. Serena looked up at Kendra with a deep frown…she had forgotten about Amber's baby.

"I hope so," Kendra continued. "Amber wrote me last week and said they were expecting a baby girl. Did you get that letter too, Serena?"

Serena nodded her head and looked out the window. She had received the letter, and when she read that it was about Amber's future baby she threw it away. She couldn't bring herself to read about the child that Amber was expecting to raise when she knew the baby would be dead before it was even born. She frowned more deeply and pressed her head against the window pain. The boor girl was probably dead already. Serena closed her eyes tight and tried not to cry in front of Kendra.

"Serena what's wrong?" Kendra asked putting down her magazine.

"Nothing," Serena said not looking at her younger sister. "Nothing…"

She felt Parrish take her hand again and squeeze it. She appreciated the comfort he gave her, but it didn't make the situation better. Nothing made the situation better…

"Alright, well if there's nothing wrong you sure are acting weird," Kendra said crossing her arms over her chest. "What's the matter? Did you have another vision of Adhara last night? Did you see someone we care about die?"

Serena looked at Kendra with sad eyes.

"No," she whispered sadly. "I haven't had any visions in three months."

"What?" Kendra said shocked.

"You heard me," Serena repeated. "I haven't had a vision in three months."

"Have you tried forcing them?" Kendra asked.

"Yes. But I've learned that these things come when you don't expect them…if you try to control them too much they just stop cold turkey for awhile."

Kendra was frowning and Serena knew why. If Serena hadn't been having any visions for the last three months, they didn't have any warn of anything. Someone could die just after Christmas and Serena wouldn't be able to help them, or warn them because she hadn't had a vision about it. Serena frowned…but she already knew that someone was going to die, and there was no way of saving Amber's baby.

"There's something else," Kendra said reading Serena like she was an open book. Serena felt slight ashamed of herself, she thought she could hide her feelings better then that.

Parrish glanced at her with a slight frown and Serena glared at him. She knew he was thinking it would just be easier to tell Kendra about Amber's baby.

"I'm fine Kendra," she said looking at her sister. "I'm just tired and not looking forward to the holiday."

"Why?"

"Because," Serena paused and sighed. "Because Father is gone…"

Kendra nodded.

"I understand the feeling Serena, but he wouldn't want you to dwell on his death," Kendra said smartly. "He wants you to keep living. That's what he was all about, life, adventure, standing up for the right thing, and the people you love—he would want you to continuing living Serena."

Serena nodded her head at Kendra's words and put her head on Parrish's shoulder. He brushed her hair behind her ear and kissed her forehead.

"She's right you know," he whispered.

"I know," Serena said.

"Of course she knows," Kendra said with a small smile.

"Wake me when we reach the station," Serena closed her eyes as she rested on Parrish's shoulder and felt a strong wave of sleep come over her.

It wasn't long before she found herself lost in a dream, she was walking down a crowded street in, what must have been, London—she felt sure that it was London inside of her. As the crowd moved around her, the eyes of Muggles looked at her like she was an odd figure to see walking down the street, and when Serena looked down she thought they had reason to look at her weird. She was wearing a blood red blouse, tight black pants and long black heeled boots. A tight black corset vest was wrapped around her torso, and she was carrying a cloak over her arm.

Serena's eyes looked up at a flat door and she smiled slightly. She opened the door with a key that had been tucked in the pocket of her pants and stepped into a landing. There were mail boxes on the wall, which Serena though was weird, and a staircase to the left. She moved up it as if she had been there before, pulling out another key when she reached the second landing with a single door on it. She put the key to the lock and found that the door pushed open slightly, unlocked.

A horrible feeling washed over Serena and she pulled her wand from her right boot as she pushed the front door of the flat open a little farther. She threw her cloak onto the floor next to the door in the flat and pushed forward into the living room. She held her wand straight in front of her and turned toward the kitchen on the opposite of the open room. There didn't appear to be anyone in the kitchen, which only left the bedrooms. She turned to the right and moved down a short hall to a closed bedroom door. She pushed open and saw nothing in the room. She turned and faced the master bedroom, a horrible lump in her throat for what she was about to find. She pushed open the door and a horrible pain shot through Serena's body.

Ainslie's body was lying on the bedroom floor, half naked and mangled. Serena moved to him in two swift steps and knelt down bedsides him. As she looked over his body she couldn't help but notice the Dark Mark that burned on his forearm. His dark face was cold to the touch; his eyes wide open in pain and shock, and blood running from between his lips. Serena coughed and cried as she reached out and closed Ainslie's eyes. Pain and hatred took over her body and she slumped onto Ainslie, crying bitterly.

There were tears on Serena's cheeks, and what woke her was the soft touch of someone wiping them away. She sat up abruptly, almost knocking Parrish away from her, and leaned against the back of the bench she was on.

"Serena," he said with a deep breath. Kendra was looking at Serena with some concern. "Are you alright? You were crying in your sleep."

"I-I had a vision," she whispered blinking.

"Well," Kendra said with a sigh. "At least we know you're still capable of it."

Serena frowned.

"What did you see?" Parrish asked softly.

"Adhara found Ainslie dead in his bedroom," she whispered.

"Adhara?" Kendra asked. "That woman you asked Remus about?"

Serena nodded.

"You're still having dreams about her?"

"Obviously," Serena said.

Kendra frowned.

"And you've never met her," Kendra whispered. "You have no knowledge of sharing some kind of connection with her?"

"I could have passed her on the street once," Serena said shrugging with some annoyance. "And I suspect that she's our cousin. I think she's Bellatrix's sister."

Kendra raised her eyebrows.

"Why do you think that?"

"Well, she knew Regulus and Father," Serena said. "She was close to Regulus, but there was no picture of her next to Regulus and Father on the tapestry in the drawing room….but she has to be related to us. How else would I have such a strong connection to her?"

"Who says you have to be related?" Kendra asked. "You and Parrish aren't related and yet you have such a strong connection that you get a premonition if you touch him."

"We're soul mates," Parrish said. Both the girls looked at him, Kendra with wide shocked eyes, and Serena with beaming ones. She was smiling at Parrish—he felt the same way she did.

"You've only dated for little less then a year—" Kendra started.

"Doesn't matter," Parrish said with a shrug. "Our souls recognized each other from the beginning; it just took Serena a while to consciously recognize it."

"Hey, hey," Serena said. "I had my reasons."

"And they were dumb," Parrish grinned at her. Serena glared and shook her head, looking out the window. "The point is," Parrish continued. "You don't have to necessarily be blood related to someone to share a psychic connection with them."

"Who's Ainslie?" Kendra asked.

"I'm assuming Adhara's lover," Serena whispered. "He was a Death Eater too…he saved her after she had been tortured. She had a key to his flat. They were close. And the pain I felt in her heart when she found him…well I've felt that pain."

"The pain of a dead lover?" Kendra raised her eyebrows.

"For a long time last year I thought Parrish was going to die," said Serena looking at him. He smiled at her and squeezed her hand. Kendra coughed as awkwardness settled between her and the couple. Serena smiled at Kendra.

"Sorry," she said.

Kendra shrugged.

"I suppose if you're happy," she muttered looking out the window. "I think we'll be arriving soon…"

Serena looked out the window and saw London in the distant. She frowned thinking about the vision she just had. Somewhere in the middle of London, Adhara was crying over Ainslie's body. He was dead, and she was alone.

It was hard to keep thinking about Adhara as Serena stepped off the train. There were crowds of parents waiting anxiously for their children to get off of the engine, and Serena saw the Weasley's waiting with cold red cheeks and worried eyes.

Amber stepped forward and hugged Kendra with wide arms the moment she saw Kendra and Serena approaching. Amber's belly was huge—she looked like she was going to explode at any moment and could very possibly give birth right there on the platform.

"Serena," Amber said hugging her. "Parrish, how are you?"

"Alright Amber," said Parrish kissing Amber's cheek. "Hello George."

George and Parrish shook hands as Harry, Ron and Ginny arrived next to them. Hermione was spending the holiday with her parents in France, and Serena had a sneaking feeling that she would have spent it with them even if they hadn't been going to France. Anything not to be around Ron.

"Oh, there you all are!" Mrs. Weasley said. "Come along, come along we want to get out of the cold!"

"I'll see you back at home Mum," said George kissing his Mother's cheek. "I'm going with Amber to see that the others get to the country house okay."

"Why don't you all just stay with us," Mrs. Weasley asked in a worried tone. "I would sleep much better at night knowing that you were all at our house, safe and sound."

"Mrs. Weasley, really we'll be fine," said Serena. "Amber will be with us, and George most of the time too."

"Amber is pregnant and can hardly walk—"

"Molly," said Amber with a smile. "We'll be fine."

"Serena," said Parrish quickly leaning down to her. She looked up at him.

"What?"

"I think we should stay with the Weasley's," he said.

"Why?" Serena said shocked.

"Because under the platform cloak, Page is standing watching us," he whispered. Serena turned her head slightly and saw the familiar, ugly, figure of Phinneaus Page.

"He wouldn't do anything here," Serena said.

"Don't count on it," Parrish said wisely standing up straight and looking to Amber. "Amber, I think we should stay at the Burrow."

"What?" Amber said slightly surprised.

"I just think we'll be safer that way," he said trying to stay calm. He didn't want to point out Page to keep everyone else calm.

"Alright," Amber sighed.

"If that's what you guys want," she shrugged. "But we'll have to go visit the house so you can see how nice it is."

"We will," said Serena. "At the end of holiday. Let's go, shall we?"

She and Parrish looked over their shoulders at Page who was now making his way through the crowd following them. Parrish was holding Serena's hand tight, and Serena was being sure to keep Kendra in sight. If Page got a hold of her…she didn't know what would happen. She turned around as Bill fell in step behind her and Parrish and looked up at him with concern.

"Bill, behind us—"

"We know," Bill said. "Let's just keep moving, George and I will take care of him."

"He's close enough to curse you!"

"We'll take care of him Serena, you keep moving with Mum and Dad," said Bill pushing her forward a little. Parrish grabbed Serena's hand and pulled her along. Bill and George walked behind them, their wands out and continuously looked over their shoulders.

"He's gone," sighed Bill when they reached the barrier.

"No," Serena turned around. "He's not…he's still here, I can feel it."

She looked around frantically, looking slightly crazed.

"Serena he's not here," George said stepping forward and taking Amber's arm.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"Nothing," said George. "Let's go, the other's are waiting on the other side for us. You've got these two?"

Bill nodded. Serena was still looking around the crowded platform—Page was a Metamorphmagus. He could be anyone standing on the platform. Serena turned around looking for his eyes, hair color—something to recognize him by.

Someone slammed into Bill.

"Hey, I'm sorry," said Bill turning and clapping the man on the shoulder.

"Not nearly sorry as I," the man said from under his cloak. He punched Bill across the face, and Bill fell backwards onto the ground. There were screams from all around and people running every direction. As the stranger lunged for Serena, who ducked out of the way, his hood fell off and Serena glared at Phinneaus Page. She lifted her leg to kick him in the face, but he grabbed her ankle and twisted it, twisting her to the ground.

Parrish had his wand drawn, but Page seemed to be faster today. He flicked his wand and Parrish's went flying across the platform. Page jumped forward and grabbed onto Parrish's cloak, pulling his son against his body.

"Parrish! No!" Serena screamed jumping up as Bill stood up shaking his head.

But he was gone—both Parrish and Page were gone from the platform. Serena turned around quickly in horror. Where was he? He was still here—he had to be.

"Parrish!" she called. "Parrish!"

"Serena no," said a strong female voice. Someone grabbed Serena's arm and pulled her back before she could get off into the crowd looking for Page and Parrish. "No, let him go."

"Adhara," Bill said shocked. "What are you doing here—?"

Serena's mind was racing and she felt slight faint. The woman who was touching her had such a strong grip, and the waves of energy that seemed to be coming from her were starting to make Serena sick. Serena bent over and threw up on the platform.

"We have to get out of here," Bill said helping Serena up as her body became heavy with sleep. There was something about the woman who had touched her…Adhara.

One the other side of the barrier, when Bill emerged carrying Serena, and the dark woman, Adhara appeared there was great commotion on the Muggle platform.

"Merlin's beard," said Mr. Weasley coming forward as Harry looked around at Serena with great concern. "What the bloody hell happened, Bill? Adhara—what are you doing here?"

"We can talk about that later," Adhara said in her seductively sweet voice. "We need to get Serena home, I think I triggered a vision in her."

"Where is Parrish?" Amber asked coming forward and looking at the dark woman with wide shocked eyes.

"Page got him," Bill said. "Disapparated right off the platform with him."

Mrs. Weasley gasped and looked around.

"Arthur," she said quickly. "We have to get moving."

Arthur nodded.

"Yes," he said. "Let's go. Everyone stay close."

Serena's eyes fluttered open and closed as she looked around from Bill's arms. There were people moving all around her—and then everything was black. There was the sound of the sea around her, and the small lights of windows in the distances. She was heading for land, and a mansion on the beach.