Ana was lying in her bed staring at the hanging around her bed. She sighed and sat up. She was hoping to get a letter back from Sirius today. She sat up and looked out the window. She could see the pitch from her room and saw some students flying around on brooms over the pitch. Picking up her cloak she headed for the door.

It was colder on the pitch then expected and Ana pulled her cloak around her more tightly. As she walked across the grass she felt an odd feeling creep up her spine. It was still bright out by Ana felt as if it was getting dark quickly. She turned around and saw no one else on the grounds around her. Ana bit her lip. She wasn't supposed to be on the grounds by herself. She took another step and shuttered as a chill crawled up her spine.

She looked behind her again and frowned when she saw a cloaked figure walking across the grass. They weren't there before, she was sure. Ana continued to walk quickly heading down the hill to the pitch where she could see the Gryffindor team riding their brooms. When she looked over her shoulder she could see the figure growing closer. She picked up the pace of her feet and reached the entrance of the Quidditch stadium. She looked behind her and saw no one.

Ana's hands were shaking and her breathes were sharp and deep. She bit her lip and looked around her to make sure the follower was gone.

"August?"

Ana screamed and jumped back from the stadium entrance, pulling out her wand quickly and pointing it in front of her. Jon stood in front of her with his hands up in the air and a horror struck look on his face.

"It's just me August," he said slowly.

August dropped her wand to her side and stared at Jon apologetically.

"I'm sorry," she said putting her wand in her back jean pocket. "You startled me."

"Jumpy at all?" Jon asked with a soft smile. "I just saw you coming down the hill, thought I'd come and get you to sit in the stands with me."

"Oh," said Ana with a nod. "Thanks."

Jon lead her into the stadium and up into the stands. Ana looked around at the stadium and smiled, she had never seen a sight like this. The pitch was low in the ground with the stands circling it. She saw Henry immediately on his broom, sitting in midair talking with his other team members. Jon and her sat down in the middle of the stands as the sun began to sit.

"Jon?"

"Yea?"

"When you saw me coming…did you see someone behind me?" she asked cautiously. She didn't want to sound completely crazy, but she was sure she did anyways.

"No," said Jon slowly eyeing her oddly. "Are you sure you're okay August. You've been on edge since dinner."

"Yea," she said. "I'm fine. Thanks."

Jon nodded his head slowly still eyeing her with concern and then looked back out at the pitch.

"How long have they been playing Quidditch?" asked Ana trying to make conversation so the silence between them wasn't so awkward.

"Henry started his third year," said Jon. "He tried out first and second year but was horrible." He laughed softly. "Tom and Todd made the team second year. They're the Beaters."

Ana nodded slowly.

"I've never really followed the game," she said. "But I did go to the World Cup four summers ago."

"Yea?" said Jon with a smile of surprise. "That was some game."

"I was thirteen," she said. "I didn't really watch the game."

They both laughed.

"So is Henry any good?"

"He's the best Seeker in the school," said Jon. "No one has been this good since his parents left Hogwarts. Both of his parents were Seekers, notably his Dad of course."

Ana nodded.

"They're quite an amazing family," she whispered with a sad tone.

"Are you staying there for Christmas?"

"Yea," she whispered. "Probably. I don't have anywhere else to go…"

Jon nodded.

"Not even with your Grandpa or something?"

Ana looked at him with questioning eyes but said nothing for a few moments.

"No," she whispered. "He's never asked me to stay with him."

Jon laughed softly.

"Do you want to stay with him?"

"No…" she said with a smile. "Not really."

"In today's world you have to keep your family close August," said Jon softly. "You should spend as much time as you can with your Grandfather."

"You don't have to tell me that," she whispered. "My family has a long history of losing its members to Death Eaters. My Grandfather lost most of his life to being accused for a murder he didn't commit and the bastard who did it is still out there."

Jon frowned slightly.

"My Grandparents were from the United States," he said. "When they moved here they had no idea what they had moved into. I never knew them, or my Uncle. My Dad said he was a great guy though. My sister died two summers ago fighting along side Henry's Dad. It's amazing he's still around to fight…"

"What do you mean?"

"Mr. Potter has been fighting Voldemort for so long," he said. "Almost thirty years now…that's a long time to outwit and out live the Dark Lord."

Ana frowned. The only people she had ever heard call Lord Voldemort 'the Dark Lord' were his followers.

"A lot of people say that Harry Potter is not only the Boy-Who-Lived but also the Chosen One. He's supposed to destroy Voldemort…I kind of think that if he were supposed to kill him he'd have killed him by now."

Ana looked at Jon with a raised eyebrow. He shrugged.

"It's just my opinion," said Jon. "And don't get me wrong, Mr. Potter is a great guy and I look up to him a lot…I just doubt him too."

"Sometimes I think it's good to doubt those that lead us," she whispered. "We question them and their motives, which either brings us to the truth if their motives are wrong, or reinforces our faith and trust in them."

Jon nodded.

"I agree," he said. "Some people just don't always see it that way."

Ana nodded.

"Yea," said Ana brushing her hair behind her ear. "I know what you mean."

"Are you joining the Phoenix after school?"

"Yes," she whispered. "I can't see how I can't. My Father was a Death Eater…and I can't stand it. I can't stand people who think they're better because they have pure blood. And I can't stand weak people who follow because they're too scared to fight for what is right. I can't stand them even more when they know what they're doing is wrong but they coward behind their leader out of fear of being killed by him."

"You're very passionate about this stuff."

"I can't help it," she whispered. "Like I said before my family has a long history of losing people. Every woman in my family has suffered somehow because of Dark Magic and Lord Voldemort. I'm not going to let my daughters suffer."

"I think that's why everyone who's in the Phoenix is in it," he whispered. "For their children."

"Yea," she said. "Do you want kids someday?"

"No," he whispered. "I don't want to have kids until this is over."

"It will never be completely over."

"I know," he said with a small smile to her. "That's why I'm never having kids."

Ana nodded and looked at the pitch as Henry raced sat on his broom in the sky looking down at the action going on below him. The other players were racing around, throwing balls to each other and catching them. Suddenly, Henry gripped his broom tight and plummeted down towards the ground. Ana clutched the arm rest of her seats and leaned forward.

"He's going to crash!" she said with fear.

"No he's not," Jon said with a laugh.

Henry pulled up just before his broom had the chance to hit the turf below him. He glided along slowly with his hand clutched in the air.

"He caught the Snitch," said Jon leaning back. "Practice will be over soon."

Henry landed and jumped off his broom. He spotted Ana and waved for her to come down to the turf. The other players began to land as well and put the balls away in their box.

Ana and Jon got up and made their way down to the pitch slowly. When they reached it Jon walked off with Tom, Todd and some of the other members of the team. Henry was speaking with another seventh year, Daniel the captain no doubt of the team. Daniel nodded and slapped Henry on the back then made to follow the others out of the stadium.

"Hi," said Henry smiling at Ana.

"Hi," she said back with her own smile.

"So what'd you think?"

"You look really hot on a broom," she said kissing him. "You're really sweaty."

"You're the one who said I look hot…"

She smiled and kissed him again.

"Have you ever flown on a broomstick?" he asked looking at her.

"Uh…no," she whispered. "I like to keep my feet on the ground."

Henry nodded and held out his broom.

"Come on you have to try," he said.

"Henry, no I can't," she said.

"I'll be right behind you," he said taking her hand. "Come here. Swing your leg over there you go."

Ana was standing with the broom resting between her legs and she bit back a smile. Henry mounted behind her and put his arms down hers, guiding her to place her hands on the broomstick.

"Alright," he said softly in her ear. "Now all you have to do is push off the ground."

"Shouldn't we be wearing protective pads and helmets…or something?" Ana asked nervously.

"No," he said with a laugh. "We'll be fine. Here we go."

"Henry can we count to three or something…so I can prepare myself?"

Henry laughed.

"Alright. One…two—"

He pushed off the ground before he reached three and Ana let out a panicked scream as they sailed up into the air. Henry laughed behind her and she desperately wanted to kick him, or punch him for pushing off before three, but she was afraid to let go of the broomstick. She had a death grip on it. Henry tilted his body to the right and they began to turn. Ana let out another small scream of fear.

"Relax Ana," he whispered in her ear. "I won't let anything happen to you."

She smiled. He had called her Ana.

"Trust me," he said.

"I trust you," she said back.

"Good," he said leaning to the left and turning the broom around again.

Ana closed her eyes and tried to just enjoy the ride. It was just the first startle that got her. She was comfortable now, except for her underwear wedged up her butt, with Henry close by. She enjoyed the air running through her hair, and the feeling of Henry so close. And when she opened her eyes, she saw the most beautiful scene in front of her. They had flown away from the Quidditch pitch, and soared over the forest. She could see endless lines of trees along side beautiful mountains. The Black Lake was not out of her sight and she could see movement in the water and knew it must be the giant squid that Henry had told her about one evening.

She felt Henry's head closer to hers and his breath on her ear.

"I love you," he whispered.

Ana beamed and looked over her shoulder.

"I love you," she said smiling brightly. Henry leaned forward and kissed her gently on the lips as they floated over the Forbidden Forest.

As Ana kissed Henry she realized that this was true love. Her love with Henry was good and pure and it would last for a long time, if not forever. She realized that this is what love was supposed to be. The feelings she felt when near him she had never felt before in her life. She wondered if this was the feeling that she should have felt for her Mother, or even her Father. She wondered if this was the emotion they should have given her. This was how they should have loved her. She didn't want to let the pure feeling of Henry's love go. She hoped that someday she could give her children what her parents hadn't given her—true love. She wanted her children to experience the love that Henry gave her. And as Henry brought them closer to the ground Ana realized that she didn't just want her children to experience Henry's love for her, she wanted them to experience Henry's love for them. She wanted to be with Henry for the rest of her life.

He was smiling at her when they reached the ground. He took her hand and stood up straight.

"That wasn't so bad was it?" he asked.

"No," she said with a smile and shaking her head. "No, it wasn't."

He beamed and kissed her deeply.

"We should do it again sometime," he said.

"I think we can wait awhile before we do it again," she said joking.

"I mean flying…"

"Oh," she said as they walked back up to the castle. "Well…that can wait too. I think I have the biggest wedgie in the world."

"So wear one of your thongs next time…"

"Henry!" Ana said hitting his chest.

He laughed and caught her hand. He kissed her finger tips gently.

They walked into the castle just as it was getting dark out.

"Henry," she whispered.

"Yes Angel?" he said as they held hands tightly and walked up the stairs.

"When I was walking down to the pitch," she started. She stopped and hesitated.

"What?"

"I—I think someone was following me," she whispered. "Jon said he didn't see anyone, but I swore there was someone…"

"August," he said softly. "I don't think you should worry about it. What did you want to talk about in class? You were asking about Jennings and the Phoenix?"

"I wanted to know if she was in it because she would know my Mother more then she was letting on," said Ana.

"Well maybe that's how she knew her," he said.

"I suppose…I mean just because they were in the Phoenix doesn't mean they were necessarily close. But they had worked together as Aurors so I just assumed that they would have been close in the Phoenix. I just…I have a feeling Henry. I know you think its absurd, but my gut is telling me there is something there…Jennings is something to me."

"It's not that I think its absurd August," said Henry coolly. "I just think you have enough on your plate and you shouldn't worry yourself more then you have too."

Ana nodded.

"But I can't help worrying about it," she whispered. "And Henry, I need to know more about my Father. I feel like I don't know anything about him what so ever and the only person who could have told me stuff about him was my Mother. If Jennings is my Aunt, she could tell me. She seemed to have some kind of relationship with him."

"My Dad could tell you loads about him," said Henry.

"I'm sure he'd want to too," said Ana. "I wrote my Granddad to find out what he knew but he hasn't answered me yet."

"Well it was just yesterday," Henry said as they stepped in through the porthole. "Give it some time."

"I'm impatient," Ana said looking around the common room. It was loud and busy. She frowned.

"I noticed," he said.

"Are you going to start your homework?"

"Yea," he said. "After I shower…"

"Good idea," she said releasing his hand. "I'll be down here working on the Defense Against the Dark Arts homework."

"I'll join you in a few."

"Alright," she said with a teasing smile at him. He smiled back and walked off to his dorm to collect his shower things.

Ana sat up doing her homework until she was the last person in the common room again. Henry joined her after his shower and they both did their homework by the fire. Ana kept glancing up at Henry with a small smile. She couldn't stop thinking about how much she loved him. She loved the feelings that were inside of her, and every time she looked at Henry she thought of how much he must love her too.

Henry glanced at Ana and noticed she was looking at him too. She looked away quickly and he laughed.

"What?"

"Nothing," she said.

"No," he said putting down his quill and stretching in his chair. "There's something."

"I was just thinking about how much I love you," she whispered. "I just…when I look at you, I can't not love you."

Henry smiled.

"August," he whispered. "I love you more then this life. You're everything I need…and I don't want to lose you."

"You're not going to," she said taking his hand and squeezing it. He kissed her fingers gently and beamed at her. "This is the happiest I've ever been in my life."

"Me too," he whispered. "You tired yet?"

"Yea, I'm exhausted," she said. "I'll see you tomorrow."

He stood up and kissed her forehead.

"Sleep well," he said.

"I will if you will," she said kissing him in return.

"Good night."

"Night," she said as she stood up. She walked to her staircase and looked back at Henry who disappeared up the staircase to the boys' dormitory.