Zavy woke up in Ginny's bed. The sun shone brightly in her eye and she moved away, her head aching. She looked over and saw that Brenden was there, hovering over her slightly. He looked relieved and exhausted at the same time, showing a tiny smile on his face. She returned his smile, about to question what happened when Fred and George burst thru the door, she could swear trying to be as noisy as possible. She rubbed her head, not liking this pain and stretched out, feeling the sores in her back.

"You're awake!" George exclaimed, walking to her bedside. She kept her eyes closed, sighing deeply. Yes, she was awake, but she was exhausted still, and still wondering what had happened. She opened them slowly, looking at the twins.

"What's up?" she said sleepily.

"Mum wants you to drink this," said Fred, handing her a cup. He let go when her hand had grabbed it, but the weight of it made her drop it and spill it all over. She groaned, rolling her eyes upward.

"You're probably still weak Z," said Brenden, vanishing the mess and filling the cup once more with a mere thought. He created a straw and held it out for her to drink.

"Probably? Most definately you clot," she said, taking a drink and making a disgusted face.

"Well, at least you've still got your wits about you," he replied, chuckling a bit and putting the cup down on the bed side table.

"How are you feeling?" George asked tentatively, taking a seat on the bed at her feet.

"What do you think?" she asked, annoyed at such a silly question.

"My bad. Are you okay?"

She gave him a thumbs up, propping her pillows a bit so sit up. "What happened?" she asked the three of them. They all looked at each other for a moment, and then Fred spoke up.

"We were at the final, collecting our money from Bagman and then talking with Angelina. That's when the Death Eaters attacked-"

"Death Eaters?"

"The followers of You-Know-Who," George answered, placing a hand on her ankle and rubbing it over the blanket.

"What were they doing there?" said Zavy, feeling her eyes change colour at his touch.

"We don't know. But they attacked the muggle's and muggle borns. We were on our way to the tents, and you apparated George and I there faster, but I wasn't paying attention."

"It took a lot out of you, you collapsed for a moment," George explained.

"We had to get out, dad put us in charge of Ginny and we ran with the crowd. One of the Death Eaters tried to attack us, and you blocked him, and then apparated the four of us further into the forest, away from most of the commotion, that's when you passed out," Fred finished his story.

"You're a true idiot. After that first apparition, you used your life energy, nearly killing yourself!" Brenden accused her.

"I had to make sure everyone else was alright. You can fuck yourself, I didn't see you around helping anyone!" she snapped at him. How could he be so horrid like this?

"I came back and watched you apparate the three of them! I didn't know where you were going!"

"You know how to find me! You didn't even try! Don't get mad at me because you weren't there. At least I put more of an effort! You were too busy with your girlfriend!"

"Forgive me for finally not feeling alone anymore!" Brenden snapped at her, but it was too late to take it back. He knew he didn't mean that.

"Alone?! How dare you say you've been alone! Get out, and I'll SHOW you the meaning of loneliness. Go on, OUT! If I had the strength, I'D leave instead!" she fumed at him. What was she to him anyway? Chopped liver? Alone my ass! Brenden apparated out of there, probably going back to the flat, or Alexandra's. "What are you lot looking at?!" she accused the twins, who were staring awe struck at the scene they had just witnessed. They shook their heads, Fred leaving the room, George staying put.

Fred walked to the room he shared with George, surprised. He opened the door to find Brenden, cleaning and packing his things. Fred cleared his throat, making his presence known. Brenden looked over, nodded at him, and resumed packing. Fred went to sit on his bed, unsure of what he should do or say to the boy. It wasn't really his business, but he felt useless not doing anything about it. Brenden shut the lid to his trunk and folded his cot, putting it against the wall. He turned to Fred, wondering how to begin.

"Just make sure she gets her rest. I'm sorry for all of this," he said.

"No worries mate. But I don't think I'm the one you should be apologizing to," Fred replied, standing up.

"No, probably not. But I wouldn't worry. She needs some space, and I really shouldn't have said that to her, but I lost myself in anger. Us DelCotta's are full of fire you know."

"Don't need to tell me twice. She'll be fine, George and I will look after her, as well as the rest of the family. Check in at least."

"Well, I'm going to stay with Alex. Zavy will want to go home eventually, and I think it's best if I'm not there. She's right, we have a way of contacting each other, so if she needs me, she'll call. Cheers," said Brenden, before he apparated away. Fred sighed, out of boredom. He understood only too well being a twin himself.

Zavy and George sat in silence. He didn't want to leave her, but he didn't want to say anything that would upset her. She didn't really want him to leave, but wasn't sure how to start a conversation after making a scene. She rolled to her side, feeling the warmth of his hand thru the blanket of her calf. It was amazing how just his proximity calmed her down so much, and she was grateful for it. After hearing the events of the other night, she recalled them all vividly in her head. She knew she was using her life force, but it was necessary. She also knew that Brenden didn't mean what he said, that he was just worried that she would leave him and he would truly be alone.

Although her anger was dissapating, she remembered a green image in the sky, one that scared her, the Dark Mark. The Death Eater's had come to the Final, but why? Had they discovered who she was? That her and her brother were still alive? If so, then they would've targeted her and not just muggle's. She sighed, wishing her thoughts would go away.

"Zavy..?" George asked in that soft voice that made her insides scream.

"Hm?" she acknowledged, turning to look at him.

"Are you alright?"

"I don't know. I'm scared George. Death Eaters, and the dark mark. My god father said that there is a possibility that Voldemort will return to power. And if he does... he'll come for us. I'm not strong enough yet, I can't even handle a measly side-long apparition!" she let a tear fall, hating herself for it. George had seen her cry one too many times for her liking. She couldn't help it, just because a bogguart said she didn't fear anything, didn't mean that it was true, she cried, hiding her face in her pillow. She felt George's weight shift on the bed, and when she dared to look, tears still falling, his face was right next to hers. He kissed her forehead, wiping her tears with his thumb and cupping her cheek. It made her cry more, and she hid her face in his neck, feeling his arm come around her protectively. How could he be like this?

"I'm so pathetic, I don't know why you waste your time," she sobbed. Instantly, he pulled her back looking into her eyes, surprising her.

"Never say such things love. Your not a waste of my time, you're very important to me. If he does indeed rise again, you'll be ready to face him, and so will your brother, and the rest of us won't let you go without a fight. It's very well known that he fears Dumbledore, you'll be safe under his care, that's what your parents wanted anyway. Besides, you get stronger everyday," he told her seriously.

She was speechless. She felt silly now, thinking such stupid things, but felt better. The intensity of his gaze made her kind of nervous, but she couldn't look away, she was trapped. George observed as her eyes changed to that pink colour, with red swirling around, hypnotizing him. Damn the temptation, and he kissed her sofly. She would have none of that, and pulled him as close as her strength would allow her. She was addicted to this feeling, much like a drug, and wondered how she was able to resist so much the whole time. She nipped his bottom lip, sending a wave of emotion thru his body, causing his hand to run down her body. He felt the curve of her bum, before squeezing the perfect handful, her leg coming to wrap around him. Her free hand slid under his shirt, running sofly over his bare skin, causing him to shudder in pleasure.

She could faintly hear foot steps, but was unsure, until there was a knock at the door. She rolled away while George pulled himself into a sitting position, refusing to stand for a very obvious reason. Mrs. Weasley opened the door, while the two of them tried to regain their composure, controlling their breathing and what not. She brought in a tray of food, oblivious to the state of the two, but smiling at Zavy.

"Here you are dear. Do try and eat it all up, I'm very relieved to have you back with us," she said cheerily, walking out of the room and closing the door. Once they were sure she was out of ear shot, they began to laugh, Zavy feeling much better than before. She began to nibble at her food, the fork feeling heavy in her hand. She was very aware of George staring at her, and was afraid he was going to say something, something her heart yearned for, but could not have now.

"Zavy..." there is was, in that voice that was so hard to resist, "I was thinking... well, maybe, I don't know..."

"George, I can't. I mean, it's not that I don't want to, it's just that, I have too much on the line, so much to worry about. I just don't think it would be best right now..." she told him in a small and sad voice. She did not look at him, for the fear of caving in, but he grabbed her hand, reassuring her that everything was alright.

"I understand," he said, before leaving her to her thoughts, heading for his room. Her chest felt heavy, like there was something weighing her down. She should be thrilled at the knowledge of him fancying her, but it hurt to have to let him go like that. She began to cry silently, her food uneaten and forgotten.

George stood at the door for a moment, hearing a silent sob before deciding to leave the area. His heart had a hole in it, the girl he loved had turned him down. He never really expected it to be like this, he thought maybe she would've said yes. He hung his head on the way to his bedroom, opening the door slowly incase either Fred or Brenden were on the other side of it. He opened the door completely, waiting for it to bump into the cot. When it didn't, he looked up to see the cot had vanished, and only Fred sat on his bed.

George flopped on his bed, not saying a word to his twin. He faced the wall, not really wanting to look at him either. How could he be so foolish? He should've seen this coming. Why did this hurt so badly? So many questions racing thru his mind, and yet... all the answers seemed to be with them, although, he didn't want to listen to them.

"You told her didn't you?" Fred asked, breaking the silent musing going on in his head.

"Yeah..." he trailed vacantly.

"Well, what did she say?"

"Are you blind? Obviously if I'm not jumping for joy then it didn't go over too well," George replied, turning over to face Fred.

"Just tell me what she said."

"She said that she has too much to worry about and that it wouldn't be best right now."

"Then it's not a complete loss."

"How so?"

"If she said it wouldn't be best right now, then there's hope for the future. Give her time right now, she's scared and confused, not to mention pretty exhausted. I don't think anyone would fancy the feelings they get after using life force."

George smiled a bit, "Yeah, I guess you're right."

"Course I am."

Zavy awoke from her nap when Ginny, Harry and Hermione entered the bedroom. She was a little jumpy since the knowledge of Death Eaters at the cup was flowing thru her head, and she saw the dark mark right before they walked in. She rolled over to acknowledge them.

"Sorry, didn't mean to wake you," said Ginny, going thru her dresser drawer's.

"It's alright Gin. I wasn't really sleeping anyway," Zavy replied, sitting herself up.

"Are you feeling alright?" Hermione asked, sitting on the cot she slept in.

"Yeah, just tired."

"We heard that you were using your life energy to fend off the Death Eaters," said Harry, taking a seat beside Hermione.

"Yeah, I did. But it was necessary."

"I've been meaning to ask you. Did you see anyone before the dark mark appeared?"

"Now that you mention it. I could see a little figure in the shadows, a light shot from it, and that's about when I passed out. Why do you ask?"

Harry gulped, "Well, it was Winky, Barty Crouch's house elf. I dropped my wand, and she found it, and used it to conjure the dark mark. But, I think she's innocent, and I don't know how to defend her, so I thought maybe you might've seen something different..."

"It was dark Harry, and I was seeing stars as it was. I'm sorry I can't be of more help."

"Bollocks to that Zavy, you pretty much saved me and my brothers from the Death Eater that was trying to attack us. You were a huge help," said Ginny in a fierce voice. Zavy smiled at the girl, taking her words to heart.

Zavy didn't stay too long after most of her strength returned. It was maybe three days later that she was packing her things to go home. Hermione had gone back home the day after she woke up, and Harry would be staying for the rest of the summer. Zavy was hoping her brother would be home, but highly doubted it, seeing as they hadn't spoken since she told him to leave. To make matters worse, her and George barely spoke the whole time, leaving Fred feeling horribly akward in the middle when the three of them hung out. And so, as she bid the Weasley's and Harry farewell, she translocated her things to her flat, and then proceeded with the hugs. She thanked Molly and Arthur for everything, and shared a short akward hug with George before apparating away. There was no use in hiding her talent, seeing as the family knew about it since the cup.

She appeared in her living room of her flat, surprised to see Brenden sitting by the fire. She moved her things to her bedroom, and saw that Alexandra was sleeping in his bed, clearly without any clothes on. She shielded her eyes and closed the door with her will, setting her things down and willing them to put themselves in their proper places. She went to grab a drink, and then sat down across from Brenden near the fire. They sat in silence, neither of them really knowing where to begin, but enjoying the company nonetheless.

Zavy sighed, "I'm sorry I freaked on you man, but it was pretty hurtful what you said..."

"I know, I didn't mean it. I was just scared, you could've died yet again. I should've worded it better, I love Alex, she fills that void we both have from being alone all the time. But if you died, then it's a whole different feeling. I'm sorry," he replied, closing his book.

"At least we don't fight like we used to," she let out a chuckle. She heard a creak in the floor and looked over to see Alex standing in Brenden's doorway wearing nothing but the sheet that was on his bed.

"Zavy?" she questioned, widening her eyes in realization.

"Hey lady, why don't you please do my eyeballs a favour and put some clothes on?"

"R-right," she said, her face turning red and walking back in the bedroom.

"Oh, I don't think so just yet," said Brenden playfully, running after her.

"Don't forget to practice safe sex!" Zavy called after them, feeling like she was going to vomit.

Brenden and Zavy had just returned from getting their school things. They both had the day off and decided it was best to take advantage of it. After she had put her things away, she saw an owl at the window, one she didn't recognize. She opened the window and it flew to the island in the kitchen, dropping a letter there. She opened it, not knowing who it could be from.

Zavy,

I know this is early, but I'm kind of busy and don't know when I'll be able to write again.

There is an even taking place at Hogwarts this year, and I don't know if you've already heard of it, Dumbledore being your god father and all but,

In about three months, I'll come looking for you at Hogwarts, there is something I know you're dying to see.

Hope all is well.

Charlie Weasley.

p.s, Hurry and make up with my brother, he misses you terribly already.

Zavy put the letter down, pondering what it was talking about. She assumed it had something to do with dragons, seeing as she and Charlie had many conversations about them during her stay at the Weasley house hold. That was about three weeks ago, she would see George on the train in a couple days, and not let this conflict get between them any longer. She wrote to him once, but was upset that he didn't send a reply back, but understood that he was hurt. She saw it in his eyes. The sound of a crack made her jump, and she saw her god father standing in the living room, clearly having just apparated there.

"Albus!" she said, running to give the old man a hug. "Not to be rude, but, what are you doing here?" she asked, running to the kitchen to make him some tea. Brenden joined them, sitting on one of the stools.

"Dropping in to see you two, and of course, I have some things I need to discuss with you," he replied cheerily, accepting the tea she offered to him. "Thank you. Now, this year at Hogwarts is going to be a very special one. I'm not supposed to disclose this to the students, but you are also my god children, the rules don't apply in those terms," he began, winking at his last statement, "There is an event that is going to take place, that if one is to enter, will grant that witch or wizard with eternal glory. It's the Tri Wizard Tournament, and it's going to be hosted at Hogwarts this year. As such, studends from Durmstrang school in Bulgaria and Beauxbatons in France will be attending Hogwarts to participate in this event.

"In addition to this, I would like to ask you two not to participate. It's very dangerous, and people die in this tournament. I do have a task for you though. I'd like you this year to made connections with the merpeople in the Black Lake. There are very few who speak mermish, and I think that having this skill will be usefull to the two of you should the time present itself. Furthermore, I'd also like you to get on good terms with the centaurs. They're proud creatures that do not usually accept humans, but from what Professor McGonagall tells me, you should be able to handle it.

"Now, I heard about the events of the World Cup. I'm sorry I couldn't come sooner, but as you understand, there was lots of ministrative things to take care of. It's good to see that you two are alright and not fighting anymore. It's important that you stick together, and keep the ones you love close to you. Zahava in particular, why did you turn the poor Weasley boy down?"

Zavy visibly cringed at the question. She sighed before answering, "I just don't think it's a good idea, seeing as I'm constantly in danger, hiding from everyone. What kind of life is that for someone who wants to make a joke shop? To have his name known?"

"On the contrary Zahava, you're name is very well known, and I think that you just need to remember how one of such great importance makes you feel. I think it'll be very good for you to reconsider your decision."

Zavy sighed again, "Maybe. But he doens't seem like he's into it anymore. I haven't recieved a letter back since I left there nearly a month ago."

"I believe that is my fault Zahava. People were noticing many owls around here, and seeing as it's mosly vacant on the outside, I headed off the owls for a bit," said Dumbledore, reaching into his robes and pulling out four letters in George's writing, "I did make sure to keep them until I could deliver them personally."

Zavy took the letters from him, kind of annoyed, but understood his reasoning behind it. She tore open the oldest looking one, reading it to herself.

Zavy,

I'm sorry I might've been kind of forward, it's not your fault.

I understand what your saying, and I'm willing to wait if that's what it takes.

Please write back soon.

Love, George.

Zavy,

I hope stupid Errol is getting these to you.

I also hope you're not too upset, but then again, you did write first.

Before Bill and Charlie left, they were saying something about an event at Hogwarts.

What do you think it could be?

Bloody prats wouldn't tell us.

Love, George.

Zavy,

I sent Pig this time, not sure if you got my other two letters.

Me and Fred are almost done a good stock to start testing on students this year at Hogwarts.

Oh, and can you believe that Bagman gave us leprocaun gold? That bloody git!

We'll be going after him for sure.

Hope to hear from you soon.

Love, George.

Zavy,

You're either ignoring me, or working a lot lately.

But since I know I'm totally irresistable, you must be working a lot.

I might try and send one more letter if I don't hear from you first, if not, then I guess I'll jsut see you on the train.

It figures that the day we go to Diagon Alley, you aren't working.

Well anyway, see you soon.

Love, George.

Zavy smiled at the contents of all the letters. She suddenly felt very foolish for rejecting George, wondering how she was able to pull it off. She decided instead to wait until they saw each other at King's Cross station, ready to board the train before she would do anything about her foolishness. Dumbledore smiled knowingly at her, before taking his leave, wishing them luck this year. Things were definately going to change.

i would like to say, thanks to my readers. i would also like to ask for maybe a bit of feedback, to know if i'm going in a good direction or not? right now, i'm covering the beginning, before the story really starts to unfold. thank you for reading