She knew those cobblestones clicking under her feet and the limestone townhouses all in a row. Grimmauld Place lay out before her. There were flowers growing in every single window sill that had never been there before. Persephone went to the door her hand ever hesitant on the door knob. It opened for her –

"There she is!" Sirius Black pulled his daughter into a large hug. Before she could say anything her father ushered her inside. The Black home was no longer decaying- filled with dust- outdated- falling apart. It was bright with delicate blue paint on the foyer walls. No family portraits were hung on the stairway. It felt… home like. "Remus, she's home!" he pulled her along to the kitchen were her godfather was stewing over a large book. Remus Lupin always looked rather tired, but upon seeing her it seemed to wash away.

"Indeed she is. How was the last semester? Are you nervous to be out in the big wide world?" a tin of red licorice and tea appeared on the table as she sat down across from him, and next to her father. The two men bombarded her with questions about her future if she was going to accept the position at the Animagus Department for the Ministry for Magic, was she going to travel, or consider taking the job MACUSA had offered. Through all the questions that seemed alien to her ears Persephone felt a well fill within her; it was pure happiness. She knew it was a dream, but it was the first good dream she had ever remembered having and she was going to hold on to it for as long as possible. As they sat and talked enjoying each other's company a knock came to the front door.

"Would you mind getting that love?" Her father asked with a grin, "I'm sure it's for you."

Persephone traveled down the long hallway to the front door. The knocking continued as she walked. Each knock seemed to mimic the intensity of her heartbeat. Who was going to be there when she opened it? How could the dream possibly get any better? Maybe it was George telling her they got funding for the shop, or perhaps in this dreamscape her mother would appear beyond it. It made her eager to whip open the door. At first there was nothing in view until she looked down. There was a crystal chalice filled with a thick red potion, and as Persephone took it in her hand she shuttered. A dull ache overtook her body. She felt like a human iceberg. Grimmauld Place fell from her vision and a familiar voice rose,

"Do it."

It was especially hard for Persephone to focus in Defense Against the Dark Arts. She had woken from the dream turned nightmare as Hades gave out a shrill cry, and had been up ever since. Today was not a good day to be firing on half cylinders as Professor Moody was practicing the Imperious curse on everyone so they could learn to fight it. While everyone enjoyed the practicality of the lessons he was teaching Persephone couldn't help but think that the Professor was enjoying it a little too much. When it came to her turn, the curse washing over her fully, Moody instructed her to bounce on one foot. Nothing happened, which was odd on several levels; She'd fought the curse before, however she was running on a full night's sleep rather than a few hours. The Professor's beady black eye blinked.

"Do a cartwheel." He instructed. Still nothing. Not even an inkling of wanting to do what he had commanded her to. When Persephone had gone up against the curse before it was different. Her grandmother had demanded through the curse that she burn her muggle book that had been tucked away in her father's room. That feeling was this warm sensation that wormed her way into her brain. It made her think that tossing the book into the fire was the best idea in the world. Now, there was nothing. Just fatigue from a sleepless evening. Professor Moody looked down at his wand curiously and instantly cast the curse on poor unsuspecting Dean Thomas who immediately hopped on one leg. He conclude there wasn't something wrong with his wand. "Black see me after class." And he motioned for the next in line to step up. She leaned against the pillar imaging her godfather teaching class. He wouldn't of course be cursing his own students, but she was sure he would have found an informational demonstration on counter curses which was what they should have been learning in their fourth year. She watched Harry step up to the Professor which reminded her to tell him that her father was safe.

"Imperio!" the Professor cursed also commanding this student to hop on one leg. Harry's face lit up. He was having the delight of the curse dance over his thoughts probably whispering how great it would be to hop around all day today. His left leg bent backwards, but it did so slowly. It wasn't like Dean were he had sprung around the room the moment the command was given. Harry was fighting it. She could see the cogs whirling around behind his eyes. "See he's fighting it! You all need more resolve like Mr. Potter here if you want to survive!"

Harry joined her after his turn. "I got a note from Padfoot." He started keeping his voice low.

"I got one to." She replied, "Told you he was okay."

He gave a slanted frown, "I may have put him in danger over nothing at all." Persephone smiled at his concern.

"He's in the safest place he could be." Harry didn't understand her grin, "Your scar hurting isn't nothing Harry. Scars…. Especially one like yours who knows what it could mean."

They got to enjoy the rest of the class together. Their favorite part being Malfoy tapping his nose, rubbing his elbow, and hopping on one foot. Pansy sang opera like a trained professional. Crabbe did a successful backflip. Ron put his hand in one of the spider terrariums, and Hermione tore up her notes on today's lesson without hesitation. Upon release of the curse each one of them were filled with embarrassment and frustration. Ron continuously rubbed his hand; nothing had even touched him. Hermione grumbled about having to recopy notes from someone else when Persephone was quiet sure no one else was taking notes. When class ended Persephone started to file out with the rest of them. Only when Professor Moody cleared his throat did she remember.

"I'll meet you guys for the choosing. Save me a seat." Tonight was the night that would kick off the Triwizard Tournament, and everyone would be clamoring for a good view. Anxiously, as in wanting to get out of there to rejoin her friends as soon as possible, Persephone walked back to the front of the classroom; only the Professor's desk between them. Both of his eyes were trained on her.

"Your mother was one of the finest witches I er' trained as an auror, and even she still trembled sometimes under the imperius curse. Everyone hesitates and yet you today. It was something I've never seen." There was a pride in his voice that equaled the amount of confusion.

"I don't know what to say sir." She replied honestly.

"Tell me, what are you plans for a career?" The Professor inquired. She found it out that she had just dreamed all about graduating. The options that were from the dream played through her mind, but none of them sounded right.

"To be honest Professor. I hadn't given it much thought."

"Don't blame ya, your young, but I'd like you to keep in mind that I think yer a natural auror. I'd even help with teaching what you really need to know. If you're interested."

Persephone hesitated. She wasn't exactly sure if snatching dark wizards just like her mother is what she wanted to do with her life. On the other hand one of the very best said she had a knack for it even if she felt as the though DADA was one of her mediocre subjects.

"I suppose it wouldn't hurt to learn." The girl managed after some thought, "See if I'd like it."

The Professor nodded saying that they would begin rudimentary auror training every Thursday.

George sat down next to Fred and Lee, who was half asleep, at the Gryffindor table noticing Persephone absence when Harry, Ron and Hermione trekked in taking their seats across from them. He made space on the bench to save her some room. Every single person would be fighting for seats. He made a quick glance around.

"Don't worry the sly git is way up there." Fred nodded to the Beauxbatons boy that had eaten up a lot of taken with Persephone. He sat alongside his own fellow students. Fred was done teasing him about how he did or didn't feel about their friend. No his twin's only focus now was to prank the unsuspecting student relentlessly, however, none of Fred's initial approaches worked. None of their candy offerings were taken. "Oh do I have a plan for him." Fred grinned mercilessly rubbing his hands, "The moment he gets up from his seat five stink pellets are gonna explode. Can you imagine if he gets picked?" he snorted. George smiled, not only his brother's innate cleverness but Persephone had entered the Hall. She looked exhausted, and he wondered if she'd been having nightmares again like she had over the summer.

"Didn't know you could get so many people in here." Persephone commented squeezing in between himself and his brother.

"Yeah, it's like jelly slugs in a can." He smiled at her knowing how much she hated that product and she smiled back, "What took you so long? Almost sold you prime seat for fifty galleons." George jested knocking his arm against hers.

It was then Lee lazily propped his head up, "Prolly making out with that French sleaze ball."

George watched her face redden and then quickly dissipated.

"Actually, baby face." She started but was deafened by Dumbledore's voice who bid them all to sit down. He was angry that her sentence went unfinished. Did they actually make out? No… can't be. He was letting his thoughts get the best of him.
"Now the moment you've all been waiting for! The champion selection." He casted a hand out dimming all the hanging braziers around the hall. The Headmaster turned his hand to the goblet of fire were the blue flame morphed into a red haze. George tensed remembering the burning sensation that had rippled through his body the other day. Professor Dumbledore grasped a piece of paper that came from the flame itself.

"The Durmstrang champion is Victor Krum!" Cheers erupted from the seeker's own school. They all proudly put a hand on their champion as he rose to shake hands with Dumbledore before walking out of sight. Next from the red flame came a delicate circular piece of parchment,
"The champion from Beauxbatons is Fleur Delacour." the Beauxbatons hooted for their champion as she gracefully swept away from her table. Good George thought to himself now that prick won't get fame and glory where he couldn't. The last piece of paper flew into the Professor's hand,
"The Hogwarts champion, Cedric Diggory." while all of Hogwarts clapped Hufflepuff house were the rowdiest bunch congratulating the champion hollering praises for him. George watched Persephone clap along with them but she hid a yawn here and there in doing so. He was about to ask her if she was okay when once more Dumbledore's voice bellowed throughout the hall.
"EXCELLENT! We now have our three champions! But in the end only one will go down in history only one will hoist this chalice of champions this vessel of victory." Dumbledore pivoted dramatically extending a hand to a covered trophy, "The Triwizard cup!"

As everyone grew excited over the magnificent glowing trophy the goblet of fire began to swirl it's flam licking out like when he and Fred had tried to enter their name. It burst brightly red sending forth a small chard piece of paper which the Headmaster reached out for. George wasn't sure but he swore that Professor Dumbledore said Harry Potter. Persephone grabbed his hand under the table. He could feel the witch's accelerated heartbeat as they listened to the Headmaster repeat the name louder. Her eyes were on her friend and she looked terrified.

"HARRY POTTER!"

Hermione pushed Harry from his seat. There was no applause, no praise, and certainly no hands put together in collective admiration. Harry was soon out of sight followed by all the Headmasters of each school. Persephone let go of his hand which was disappointing.
"What's Ron's problem?" She asked. George looked up to a predominant scowl on his youngest brother's face.
"Dunno." He replied as she got up from the table. Everyone was beginning to leave. "Fred and I are coming up with other ideas on how to make money for the shop. Want to join us?"

"Sure, sure." Persephone started looking away, "I'll meet you in the common room."
George felt his stomach sink as she walked away towards the boy from Beauxbatons.

"Georg-Georgie!" Fred called anxiously for his attention.
"What?" he snapped.
"Stink...pellets…." the twin replied. Both of them jolted from the table but it was too late.

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