The snow was starting to melt, indicating that spring was on it's way. The day wasn't too bad, and Zavy fancied a fly around the grounds, seeing as it had been while since she felt such a feeling. This time however, she planned not to use her broom, she was going out as a snowy owl. Luckily, it wasn't weird for the students and teachers to see owl's flying around in the day time, so she apparated to her spot on the treeline to have a smoke before changing her shape.

"Hello Zavy," said Sirius in his animagous form, walking up to her from the forest.

"Hello Sirius, how goes your hunt?" she greeted pleasantly, taking a drag of her smoke.

"Tedius. Still not able to sink my fangs in Pettigrew."

"You're after Ron's rat right? Scabbers?"

"How did you know?"

"Well, my brother figured it out. I didn't have a chance to ask you, because I was attacked by a former mate of mine."

"You're brother is very sharp. Yes, I am looking for the Weasley rat, and I was wondering why you haven't been around much."

"Well, I got out of the hospital wing weeks ago, but the Weasley twins wouldn't let me have a moment alone, seeing as Kyle came back and they wanted to make sure I was safe."

"Good mates they are. What happened with this Kyle bloke?"

"My god father believes he was imperioused and attacked me with the cruciatous curse."

"That's serious stuff there. No doubt I'm the one to blame then?"

"Only according to the students."

Sirius reverted to his human form. He looked at her intently, "You do understand what this means right?"

"The attack on me?"

"Yes. It means that someone has learned of you and your brothers existance, and from the sounds of it, it's like an enemy. You and your brother need to start being more careful."

"But how could someone know about us? Anyone who has a clue about our past wouldn't be able to say anything because of the oath they took. It's a magical bind, the only thing that happens if its broken is death."

"I'm not sure, but someone may have noticed your abilities in school, someone may also have used the Legimens to see into people that are close to you. There are still death eaters out there that are in hiding, but will continue to serve the dark lord."

"Isn't he dead though?"

"Supposedly. Many believe that he will return into power, even your god father doesn't believe he's actually gone completely."

Zavy pondered his words carefully. If Voldemort did indeed return, it would be trouble for her and Brenden. It would be trouble for everyone, especially Harry. She threw her smoke away and lit a joint after, hoping to calm herself. Two, maybe three puffs and she put it out against the boulder and blew the ashes away.

"Well Sirius, it was a nice crack, but, I think I want to go flying now," she said, changing her form into a snowy owl. Sirius nodded once at her and changed his shape back into the black dog. Zavy jumped once and spiraled into the air, watching Sirius go back into the forest.

Zavy flew high above the castle on ghostly wings. She saw other owls flying to and from the owlery with letters in their mouths. She flew across the lake and over the forest, catching a glimpse of the mountains. Flying was such an exilerating feeling, the feeling of truly being free. She flew over the wizarding village of Hogsmeade, seeing the tops of all the houses. She flew back over Hogwarts, seeing smoke come from Hagrid's hut. She decided to fly to Dumbledore's office and have a look to see what her god father was up to. She saw Fawkes on his perch like he always was, but her god father was not present there. She took off from the window, circling the grounds again, and then spotting two red heads coming out onto the grounds. She smiled as best as she could with a hooked beak and descended towards her friends, the twins.

Fred and George were walking towards the lake by themselves. Zavy wondered what they were doing and perched on a tree branch just above where they were headed. George leaned against it, seeing as it was too wet to sit down.

"I thought maybe she'd be here," he said, looking around.

"Well she's not mate. Just let her have some space, hasn't gotten much since they let her out," Fred replied, taking a look himself.

"But where would she go? If only we still had the map, we'd be able to know where she is and find her easily."

"Harry probably needs the map more than we do mate. She's a big girl, she can take care of herself."

"What about if her powers are drained like last time? I don't reckon anyone would want to go thru that hell again."

"Well Deelstra's been pretty arrogant since he's been back, and that's normal for him, so he probably was imperioused."

"Who do you think it was though?" George asked. Zavy could see the hatred in his eyes.

"Honestly, I have no clue. But it's clearly someone that wants to hurt her, so we'll have to be careful of anyone that starts asking too many questions about her past. Not like we'll be able to say anything after taking the oath."

"I wonder if she's maybe snuck off to Hogsmeade..." George mused, looking out at the water.

Zavy had heard enough. She was grateful her friends worried about her so, but she didn't want them to continue. She lifted herself off her perch and spiraled downward to cirlce the twins. George took a few steps, looking at the owl curiously. He had a feeling it was her, remembering what he had seen when he entered her mind, dream or not. She flew close to his cheek, letting her wings touch him briefly, before flying away in the direction of the owlery.

"I think I know where she is," George declared, bolting off in the same direction.

Zavy flew in beside Hedwig, Harry's owl. They looked almost similar, and to the untrained eye, one could not tell the difference between them. She looked around and saw no one, so she resumed her own form. She went to see the owl that Brenden and her shared, the mini snowy owl that still remained namelss. She didn't seem to mind though, and hooted happily when Zavy ruffled her feathers. Owl's were flying in and out with the mail, some were sleeping, and some were looking at her with curious eyes. She smiled and turned to leave, only to bump into George.

"There you are love, I thought you had gotten lost," he said, smiling at her. Zavy's eyes turned that soft pink like always as she returned his smile.

"Where's Fred?" she asked, looking behind him for a sign of his twin.

"Don't know. Probably got lost trying to follow me here," he replied, grinning devilishly. Zavy felt a weird feeling go thru her at his face. He was very handsome just now, and she'd be a fool to deny it. She had this sudden urge to kiss him. Where was it coming from? George looked as her eyes had red swirls running thru them. "Let's go get some lunch," he suggested, stepping out of her way.

Zavy blinked, coming back to her senses, "Y-yeah... Lunch," she stuttered. What was wrong with her? Her eyes turned back to green, but with the pink colour in the mixture.

Fred was already in the Hall, sitting with Brenden, Alex and Hermione at the end of the Ravenclaw table. George and Zavy made their way over to them and sat down across from each other. Hermione looked longingly over at Harry and Ron, but then turned her attention back to the food she was playing with. Zavy felt bad for the girl. Harry had gotten a Firebolt broomstick from someone annonymous. Zavy had her suspicions as to who it was, but kept her mouth shut. Hermione had only done the right and safe thing by reporting it to McGonagall, but she could see Harry being upset about not even being able to ride his new broom. He still hadn't gotten it back and neither of the boys were talking to Hermione about it at all. Zavy didn't get involved. Harry would get his broom back and everything would blow over.

The six of them conversed about the upcoming Quidditch match, and were hoping Harry would have his broom back before it was time. Zavy rolled her eyes at their talk. She liked the sport, but didn't obsess over it like the boys seemed to. Even her friend Alex was all for it. Traitor. She was instead talking with Hermione about some of the advanced things she was learning, and her time turner. Zavy didn't like the idea of messing with the time. It was like messing around with the weather, just not a good idea. If she wanted to, she could conjure up a thunder storm out of nothing, but the problem with that was, she'd be disturbing natual weather patterns. One little storm here could cause a fatal hurricane somewhere else. One had to be very careful when they went tampering with the weather. She shuddered at the thought of it.

Zavy was walking thru the corridor on her day off, and for once, she was by herself. Kyle was the first to notice as he made his way up to her. He really didn't remember attacking her, and felt horrible for it. He knew she'd probably be jumpy, so he made sure she could hear him. She stopped, turning to face him with the look of death.

"What?" she asked flatly.

"Look, Pury, I really don't remember anything that happened that night weeks ago. I'm really sorry for what I did. I don't expect anything to go back to what it used to be, but, I just wanted to apologize," he told her with sincerity. Zavy looked at him, and then walked away, keeping a shield at her back just incase.

She may appreciate his apology, but she would not forgive him. In her mind was still the horror of all the pain she felt when he used the curse on her. She shuddered thinking about it, feeling her body tingle at the memory. The only thing she knew from this experience, was that if Voldemort did indeed return, she would have to become a hell of a lot stronger.

She walked on in the corridors, not really knowing where she was going. Anyone who saw her, might've thought she was a zombie, walking thru the halls. No one noticed her when she was by herself, but when the twins were around, everyone stared. A lot of girls were envious, and lot of guys gave her the once over. She wasn't really a fan of people, but she'd been in school long enough to make peace with her phobia. Her thoughts were interrupted when she fell to the floor, bumping into none other than George Weasley.

"Damnit George!" she wailed mockingly at him.

He laughed and held out a hand to help her up, "Sorry Z, didn't see you there."

She took his hand, an electric shock going thru both of them, "Evidently...." she replied, taken back by this feeling. Her eyes turned that familiar soft pink colour, with a hint of red in there as she gazed into his eyes. His sparkling bluish eyes, that showed nothing but love for her. She did not see the love, but was curious as to what she was seeing in them at every passing moment.

Her hand was still in his, subconciously pulling her closer. He chanced a move, and interlinked his fingers with hers. She didn't respond, and he was unsure of what to think at that moment. She felt the heat rise to her cheeks, her insides feeling very strange to her. She did not take her eyes away from his, but knew they were changing colours. George was very aware of her eyes, and how they flickered from red to pink, wondering what she was feeling. She didn't pull her hand away from his, but she did not return his grasp on it, and that was confusing. The gap between them was closing, he put a hand on her hip, sending a wave of passion thru her. Her knees felt very weak at the moment, and her eyelids were falling over her eyes.

She wasn't aware of what was going on until she felt his lips on hers, and her body explode with emotions. She was very aware of her movements, and happy that she was leaning into him, seeing as she wasn't sure if she could support herself anymore. She brought her hand to his back, she wanted him to be closer. George tightened his hold on her, shifiting his arm so that it was around her lower back. He moaned a bit when she allowed access into her mouth, playing with her soft tongue in the warm cavern. The balls on her tongue rings sent curious feelings throughout his body, and he hungered for more.

Regrettibly, they pulled back, breathless. He gazed into her eyes, swimming with pinks, purples and reds. They stayed in their embrace, just staring at the one another, afraid to make another move. Zavy wasn't sure, but she let her instincts take over, and kissed him again. This one, if possible, had more feeling to it. A deep sense of longing, confusion, and love. Zavy did not know about the love, but she knew that kissing George was the making the most sense in her life right now, and it kept all of her pain and fears at bay. Kissing George felt right, like the timeline she was following, like destiny, wanted this to happen. Kissing George felt like fire all over her body, and she yearned for more of him. Kissing George was amazing, and she loved the feelings running thru her. Kissing George was the only thing that mattered right now, and she'd be damned if it was wrong. Kissing George... was what she wanted.

George could feel her emotion, and offered his own. He wanted her to feel the love that had been thriving to go out to her for the past months that he had first realized it. Yet beneath him, he too had this feeling that what they were doing was right, like it was supposed to happen. He let go of her hand, and put his arm around her shoulders, pulling her close in his loving embrace. She had her arms locked firmly around his neck, both of them trying to get as close to each other as possible. They were in heaven, oblivious to their surroundings. They pulled back very slowly and resumed their gaze at one another. She was flustered and breathless, and he was soaring with love for her, and excitement for what had just happened. Did this mean she fancied him?

Zavy was looking for something. It was right in front of her face, yet she still could not see it. Her head was swimming with emotion, and she did not want it to end. He cupped her cheek with his hand, and ran his thumb across her face, her lips, trailing to her ear. She closed her eyes and moved to his touch. What was happening to her? He bent down and kissed her cheek, moving to her neck. His movements sent shivers down her spine, and made her female organs crave him. She moved her head and kissed his jaw line, running a hand thru his shaggy red hair. So sexy, so nice, so hot. Her half lidded eyes observed everything she had never seen in him before, and her nostrils were filled with his masculine scent, one thing she had noticed for months. She could see that he was about to capture her lips once more, and she waited for it.

"ZAVY!" she heard a voice call her. They jumped out of each others arms and stood a good distance apart. She was flustered still, trying to regain her composure, and her breath. George was annoyed at whoever was approaching. Harry popped out of the corner, running up to them.

"Y'alright?" she asked, wondering what happened to the boy.

"No. Last night I was searching for a man that appeared on the map. A man that was supposed to be dead. Peter Pettigrew," he explained, absently wondering why she was so out of breath.

"And?" George asked with intrigue.

"Snape caught me, and Lupin took the map. Don't worry, I made sure it was closed before they took it," Harry added at George's distressed look.

"So? I don't get why you came to me about it?" Zavy pondered to him.

"Well, I was wondering if maybe you could... get it back for me?" Harry looked down at the ground, knowing the answer, but trying anyway.

Zavy sighed, "I'm sorry Harry, but I just can't. I have too much respect for Lupin to go stealing from him."

"I understand," said Harry, he knew she wouldn't. "I just want to follow this man, I mean, all that was left of him was a finger, and yet, the map is suppoed to never lie," he mused.

"I really don't know Harry. I heard about how Sirius supposedly killed him, but if the map says he's there, then Pettigrew is still there," Zavy said adamantly. She didn't like the look of hate on Harry's face at the mention of Sirius. If only he could know!

"What do you mean supposedly?"

"Like I said, if the map says he's there, and the map doesn't lie, then Pettigrew could not have died."

"That doesn't change the fact that he sold my parents out to Voldemort!" he was mad, and George visibly flinched at the name.

"How do you know it was Sirius? Don't you think it's pretty suspicious that Pettigrew is still alive, yet not revealing himself to clear Sirius of that charge? I'd say it's Pettigrew that sold your parents to Voldemort."

"But Black was secret keeper, so it couldn't have been him," said Harry firmly, turning and walking back in the direction he came.

This meant that Zavy and George were once again left by themselves. Both stood there in an akward silence, not really knowing what to do. George wanted to go back to what they were doing before they were interrupted, and Zavy wanted the same thing, but was not sure if she should. What did all of this mean? She didn't want to ruin the friendship that was just re-established. Maybe this was wrong? No, she knew it wasn't wrong, or else it would've felt wrong, like when Oliver Wood had kissed her. What was supposed to happen now? He was looking at her, she could feel his eyes boring into her. She looked back, and saw those same emotions running thru his features, his very hot features. He looked as if he was getting closer. She had to stop him before all of the passion happened again. She needed to sort things out before kissing George, oh so sexy George. Snap out of it!

"Food," Zavy said, in a choked whisper.

George blinked, "Food? That's and interesting pet name love, but I don't think I fancy that."

She laughed, "No silly, Let's go get food."

"Oh..." said George, his heart sinking, "Alright, let's go."

They walked at a decent distance apart from each other. At arms length, so they weren't to far to look weird. Upon entering the Hall, they had noticed that it was indeed time for lunch, as they looked for their companions. Zavy saw her brother sitting with Alex, Hermione and Luna at the end of the Ravenclaw table.

"I'm going to go see my brother," she said hesitantly, looking at him. She was still in some sort of trance, staring dreamily at her surroundings. He nodded once, looking at her like he always did, full of love and adoration. He stood his ground until she saw her sit with her brother and friend. He then looked for Fred and spotted him with Lee, Angelina and Katie, and walked towards them.

"Whoa, what happened to you mate?" Lee asked the instant he saw George. He was wearing a face of triumph, yet confusion. He wasn't upset, he looked extremely happy, and was staring at the Ravenclaw table.

Fred looked at his twin curiously, looking over to confirm he was indeed staring at Zavy. When he didn't answer Lee, Fred snapped his fingers in front of his face, "Hello?"

"Did something happen with her?" Lee asked. Everyone was staring intently at him, waiting for a response.

"OI!" Fred bellowed, making George jump.

"What?" he asked, wondering why everyone was staring at him.

"What happened?" Angelina asked excitedly.

"I kissed her..." George trailed, going back into his reverie.

"And?" Fred asked, surprised at this information.

"She kissed me after..." he went back into his memories of the moment they shared not too long ago, and went back to gawking at her.

"And?" Lee asked, wanting more details.

"We were interrupted by Harry..." he said, tearing his eyes away from her and grabbing a sandwich.

Zavy sat down across from Alex, beside Hermione and Luna. She was still in a daze, and unable to really focus on food. She could feel George's eyes on her, but she did not look in his direction, just continued to watch with her peripherals. Alex was observing her as well, and it made Zavy nervous. Sometimes Alex could read Zavy better than her own twin, a scary thought at times.

"Okay, spill," she said finally, interrupting whatever conversation.

"What?" Zavy said, trying to shake the effects of George out of her mind.

"Spill. What happened?" she repeated, determined to get answers.

"What happened with what?"

"Don't play dumb with me lady. Tell me what happened with who I can only assume George."

Zavy felt her cheeks turn red, "Oh!"

"What happened?" Brenden now asked, curious as to why she was blushing at the mention of George.

"He kissed me..." she trailed, reliving her feelings at that moment.

"And?" Alex asked.

"I kissed him after..." she was soaring with emotion, her eyes glistening at the memory, turning that pink, purply red colour.

"And?" Brenden inquired.

"Harry interrupted us..." she replied, her eyes going back to green with a pink tinge to them. She looked over at George, who was eating a sandwich, glancing at her every now and then.

"So what happens now?" Fred asked George at the same time Alex asked Zavy.

George and Zavy looked at each other for a moment. They were still in that dreamy haze, recounting what had just happened not too long ago. The question went unanswered. What did happen now?

sorry its short, bit of a block, thanks to my readers, and thanks to writestyle for the review.. please keep me encouraged :), and ideas are always appreciated.