Serena was given specific directions to Shell Cottage, Bill and Fleur's house, where Harry, Hermione, and Ron were staying by Bill himself when he stopped by George and Amber's home one day. The seaside country was a calming thing to her, she remembered the smell of the salty ocean from visions she had of Adhara, and it brought emotions that were not her own to her mind.

The cottage could be seen at the top of the cliff and it took Serena a while to walk up it, but she did not mind. She enjoyed the cold air and the sounds of the sea. As she reached the top she spotted a figure leaning against the garden wall, looking down the cliff at the sea. She could recognize that figure anywhere—he was tall and a bit skinny, with dark messy hair and glasses on his face.

"Harry," she called as she approached.

He turned sharply, pulling his wand and pointed it at her. His body was tense as he threatened her. Serena stopped on the spot and raised her hands in the air slowly from under her leather cloak.

"Serena?" he questioned.

"It is me," she said nodding her head. "Serena Surry Black. My twin sister was Amelia Belle and I killed her in self defense. You are staying with Bill and Fleur Weasley. Bill is the Secret Keeper of Shell Cottage and told me the location so I could come see you, Harry James Potter. My Father is your Godfather, and was best friends with your father."

Slowly, Harry lowered his wand. Serena went to him and they embraced tightly.

"Thank Merlin you're safe," Harry said holding her tight.

"Same to you," she said looking at him and slipping out of his arms. "But something is troubling you?"

"I'm just trying to stay out of the house," he said. "It's crowded and I just need time to myself."

"I hope you don't mind me barging in like this," she said. "But I needed to speak to you."

"About?"

Serena leaned against the wall and looked out at the sea.

"Harry, please, hear me out first," she whispered. "Because this is going to sound a little crazy." Harry nodded and let her continue. "The last couple of days have been incredibly frightening and informing for me. I was kidnapped and held hostage by a crazy Death Eater named Lorne." She stood back and pulled up the leg of her pants. She was wearing boots that went up to her shin, but above them one could see the ends of the snakes going up to her knee. "That's what he did to me."

"What?" Harry looked at her shocked. "You're alright…he didn't hurt you other then that did he?"

"He gave me another scar," she nodded. "It's a triangle with an eye and line through it." She looked at Harry and saw recognition in his face. She stood up straight. "You know it?"

He nodded. "The Deathly Hallows."

"Then perhaps my thoughts aren't crazy."

"What are they?"

"I think you need to find the Elder Wand," she said. "I think it's what You-Know-Who is after."

"He already has it," whispered Harry sadly looking down the cliff. "I've seen him break into Dumbledore's tomb and take it."

"That's not possible," Serena whispered. "Harry, I'm pretty sure Snape has it. This Lorne guy was a Deathly Hallows fanatic I think. He was a follower of Grindelwald; he knew his stuff. He said that if Dumbledore was the owner of the Elder Wand, and Snape killed him, it would have fallen to Snape."

Harry blinked and looked at Serena very seriously.

"Are you sure?"

Serena shrugged.

"As sure as I can be," she whispered. "I've been trying the last couple of nights to force a vision about it, but I can't. I can't pick up any connection to the Hallows, Snape, or the wand."

"I'm not going after it," Harry whispered and looked back out at the sea. Serena looked at him with some surprise.

"Why?"

"Finding the Elder Wand was not what Dumbledore had intended me to do," he said. "I've been fighting with Ron, Hermione and even myself about it, but I've decided. We're going to finishing hunting the Horcruxes. That's what we're working on right now."

Serena nodded.

"I understand," she whispered. Serena squeezed his hand and they looked out at the sea together. "The battle is getting thicker, Harry," she said sadly.

"What have you seen?" he asked knowing she wanted to let out her fears of the future.

"Many things," she said sadly as she folded her hands. Harry grabbed her left hand and looked at the small ring that was on it.

"What is that?"

"Oh," Serena smiled a little. "Parrish and I are engaged."

"Congratulations," he said. "When are you going to get married, then?"

"I don't know," she whispered. "We haven't even talked about setting a date."

Serena looked at the water with a deep frown and tear filled eyes. She wiped the tears away quickly.

"I've had a vision of Parrish dying," she whispered. "He jumps in front of a killing curse for me…we won't ever be married."

Serena could sense the awkwardness from Harry. She felt bad suddenly and stood up straight, wiping her cheeks clean of the tears.

"I'm sorry," she whispered. "I didn't mean to make this uncomfortable."

"It's alright," he said rubbing her arms. "I'm sure you two will be fine. You have your visions for a reason, Serena. And if anyone can protect Parrish it's you."

She smiled and thanked Harry.

"When are you leaving here?" she asked knowing that Harry must be on the road soon to get rid of the Horcruxes.

"Soon hopefully," he said. He glanced at the house and back at Serena. "I can't really go in to detail about anything."

"I understand," Serena nodded her head. "I can't either. Will you promise me you'll ask for my help if you need it?"

"Of course," he said. "How can I reach you?"

"Just concentrate on me," Serena said. "I'll have a vision of you probably and I'll come."

Harry raised his eyebrows.

"You think that will work?"

"If it doesn't then send me a message with your Stag," she said shrugging. Harry nodded. "Just be careful Harry, trust your instincts and keep the other two safe."

Harry nodded his head.

"This will be over soon, Serena, I promise."

Serena gave him a half hearted smile.

"I know," she said squeezing his hands. "I have Seen a great battle at Hogwarts. I hope all of this ends there."

Harry nodded his head. "You won't come inside?"

"No," Serena shook her head. "The less people who know I'm here the better. I'm wanted for murder, remember?"

"So am I," Harry smiled a little.

Serena nodded. She had almost forgotten that Harry was also wanted. She hugged him tightly and told him to be safe one more time. She turned and walked back down the cliff, Harry watching her as she went. The cold sea air was soft on her skin, and she realized she would miss its touch as she left. She looked back over her shoulder and saw Harry still standing at the cliff, watching her. Serena closed her eyes and concentrated on George and Amber's home. She Disapparated with a loud crack knowing that it would probably be about three months before she saw Harry Potter again.

The suburban street that her sister's house belonged was just as gloomy as the sea shore. Serena wasn't sure if it was a depressed attitude across the country because Voldemort was growing more powerful and destroying the world everyone had once known, or if it was just her—she was depressed and tired and her mood was affecting the weather.

Serena laughed out loud as she walked up the sidewalk towards Amber's house. It was a silly thought—her affecting the weather. She knocked twice on the door and someone came to it. She recognized the voice of her fiancé Parrish when he spoke.

"Who is it?" he asked in a touchy tone. Serena frowned slightly. What was wrong?

"Serena Surry Black," she answered. "I'm your fiancée. Your sister was Rebecca. She was killed by a werewolf. Your Father killed the man and went to Azkaban, when he was released he killed my Mother. He also killed my Aunt years before that. He had tried to kill the two of us many times, until you stopped him about a year and a half ago, after Christmas. We burned the body."

The door opened and Parrish gave Serena a soft smile.

"Hey," he said.

"Hi," she said stepping into the foyer. He helped her remove her cloak once the door was shut and hung it up for her.

"How did it go?"

"Fine," she whispered looking at Parrish closely. "Are you alright?"

He frowned and stroked her cheek.

"I can't get anything past you."

She smiled and kissed his hand.

"Never," she said as he led her into the sitting room. "Tell me?"

"I went to collect your things while you were visiting Harry," he said sitting down on the couch and pulling her down next to him. "Cathan was giving me a hard time about taking you away. He and Adhara think you should stay in hiding with them."

Serena shook her head.

"I'm not," she said. "I'm tired of hiding."

"They spoke to your Father."

"I'm an adult!" Serena snapped in annoyance. Parrish squeezed her hands to relax her.

"I know," he whispered. "But they want you to train some more. They want you to help them hunt down more Death Eaters."

"I can do that here," she said. "Every time we hunt I always end up coming back to you and the rest of the family anyways. Why can't I just stay here with you?"

"I see nothing wrong with it," Parrish said squeezing her hands and kissing her fingers. "I was hoping that perhaps," he hesitated for a moment. "Well, that we could get married soon."

Serena looked at Parrish surprised.

"Now?" she questioned.

"Well maybe not now," he said. "But soon. Serena I've found a place to live. I can afford to buy it, but your Father wants us married first. And he said he'd honestly prefer it if we stayed here. But I can't…I can't live off your family anymore. I want my own place for my own family." He was standing up now, leaning against the mantel of the fireplace. Serena stood up and went to him, wrapping her arms around his waist and kissing between his shoulder blades.

"We are safer here," she whispered. "For now."

He turned to her slowly, her arms still wrapped around him. He wrapped her body close to him and kissed her forehead.

"We can be safe at our own place too," he said. "Look at Bill and Fleur, or even Amber and George. They've been married and have their own places."

Serena looked up at Parrish's calm purple eyes. She was surprised how calm his eyes looked because his demeanor was so depressed and desperate. She stroked his cheek and the soft stubble that was growing on his face because he hadn't shaved in the last day or so. She stood on my toes and kissed him softly. He held her closer to him and kissed her in return, slowly and passionately. She could not stop herself from moaning into his mouth and his hands massaged her hips, pushing her top up slowly.

She pulled away and smiled up at him.

"Parrish," she said grinning. He smirked and kissed her forehead.

"I want to spend the rest of my life with you," he whispered. "I love you."

"Let's have the wedding here," she said back kissing his hand. "I'll speak to Amber. We can have it next month maybe."

"And what about a honeymoon?" he whispered in her ear, nibbling on the lobe softly. She giggled a little.

"I don't think this is an appropriate time for you two to be lost in fantasies of marriage and honeymoons," said a voice. Serena pulled away quickly and turned her back to Parrish, looking to the owner of the voice.

Adhara was standing with her arms crossed over her chest, leaning against the door frame. She looked even more murderous then usual completely dressed in black. The only spot of color on her was the ruby red lipstick on her lips. Serena looked at her Aunt curiously; she was dressed as if she were going out to look for someone—to screw her. Adhara had skin tight leather pants on that disappeared under her leather heeled boots. She wore a black corset, with no top underneath it. Her revealed cleavage was pale (matching the flesh on her face and neck) and obviously meant to attract attention. She wore a tight black trench coat over her outfit, which was unbuttoned and hanging open. Serena cocked her head to the side.

"Can I help you?" she asked with a frown at her Aunt.

Adhara stood up straight and glared at Serena.

"Yes," she said. "Parrish, will you excuse us?"

Parrish nodded, then squeezed Serena's elbow as he walked by her to leave. He said nothing to Adhara as he left the room and looked over his shoulder at the pair as Adhara moved into the room. Serena watched as Parrish left, almost afraid to be left alone with her Aunt. Her presents had already made Serena's blood pressure rise, she wasn't really in the mood to fight or be told what to do.

"You and Parrish need to get a hold of yourselves," said Adhara point blank. Serena honestly wasn't excepting this and looked at her Aunt with a sharp glare.

"Is this what you wanted to talk to me about?" Serena's voice was cross, and sounded very controlled. She didn't know what it was about Adhara today, but she was making Serena edgy and angry. Serena was already ready to scream.

"No," said Adhara flatly. "But it doesn't mean it's not a point you should consider."

"We're getting married, Adhara," she whispered to her as she sat down.

"That is most unfortunate," said Adhara with a dark smile. Serena glared at her Aunt sharply.

"What do you want?"

"Cathan and I need your help."

Serena sighed.

"With what?"

"We're looking for a Death Eater who has been killing wizards," she said pulling a red file folder from her cloak. "You should look over the file. Tell me what you think tomorrow when I come by."

Adhara was leaving the sitting room before Serena could object, which made her even angrier. Before Serena could yell at her Aunt or call her back she was gone—literally out the door. Parrish came back into the room and looked at Serena with raised eyebrows.

"What was that about?"

"She needs my help is all," Serena sighed. "Asked for it but didn't give me a chance to refuse." Serena shook her head and put the file folder on the coffee table before her. As Parrish sat next to her she rubbed her face and sighed, leaning back into the cushions.

"I'm sure it's nothing horribly," he said playing with her hair and small earring. "I spoke with your Father."

"About?" Serena said opening her eyes and looking at him sharply.

"He thinks it's a reasonable idea to get married next month," he said smiling. Serena smiled a little and kissed Parrish's lips. "He wants to speak to you also."

"About the wedding?"

Parrish shook his head.

"About what Adhara and Cathan want you to do," he said softly. Serena sighed and leaned on him.

"Parrish, I just wish it would all go away. I wish this war was over then we could be happy."

"There would be no adventure in our lives then," he whispered in her ear and kissed her softly.

"We'd make our own adventures," she said standing up slowly. She picked up her file folder and went to the door frame. "Is he in the kitchen?"

"Yea," Parrish said nodding his head. Serena thanked him and walked to the kitchen where she found her Father reading the Daily Prophet. Across the front page were stories of more deaths and Serena felt her stomach turn over inside. There was a picture of Lorne also, in the bottom corner.

"Can I see that?" Serena asked her Father. Sirius looked up at her and nodded, handing her the news paper. She folded it in half and looked at Lorne's picture and the small article by it.

"Favored Auror murdered," she read the title out loud. "Lorne was a quick and well trained wizard who was moving his way up the Auror ladder at a steady pace. He was murdered by Serena Surry Black two nights ago. Lorne had caught and was trying to bring her into custody when Black murdered him and escaped. Lorne's death makes Black a mass murderer. She is certainly giving her Father a run for his money."

Serena frowned and put the paper on the table.

"Well that's depressing," she sighed sitting down next to her Father. Amber and Kendra were at the kitchen counter making dinner it looked like, and no doubt listening to the conversation.

"Like Father like daughter," Sirius said with a beaming smile. He was only trying to make her feel better.

"Yea, Daddy, except you didn't kill the people you were accused of killing, I did," Serena stood up and moved away from the table.

"Serena," said Sirius standing up.

Serena stopped and looked at her Father.

"You did what you had to do."

"I know," Serena sighed. She had heard it so many times, and she was honestly sick of it. Just because she did what she had to do didn't make it right. Sometimes she wished she had been the one to die instead of Amelia. Maybe then Amelia would have realized her mistakes and come home. Serena leaned against the doorframe.

"I wanted to talk to you," he said softly. "Come into the family room."

He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and guided me to the family room where I had seen everyone the first night I was here.

"Dad," I said softly. "I don't need a pep talk, and I'm not going to Dirt Hallow."

He looked at her with raised eyebrows.

"You really take all the fun out of being a parent," he said with a smirk as he sat on the arm of the couch. He crossed his arms and leaned over his knee.

"Sorry," she said with a smile. She sat down in the arm chair and looked at him very seriously.

"Parrish asked me if you two could get married next month."

"Oh," she said leaning forward. "I didn't know that's what you wanted to talk about."

"If you are ready for marriage, then go ahead," he said. "I just want to make sure you're ready for such a commitment."

Serena looked at her Father with raised eyebrows.

"Excuse me?" she whispered. "You don't think I'm ready to commit my life to Parrish's?"

"I think you're an independent woman who is a free spirit," Sirius said very seriously as he watched her. "Being married brings on a new responsibly to a persons life."

"Did you give Amber this talk when she got married?"

"No," Sirius said. "Because she went forth with out my opinion of the matter. But she and George are doing fine."

"Then what makes you think that Parrish and I won't be fine?"

"You're not Amber, Serena," he said with a small smile. "You're not like your sisters or even your Mother. In some respects, of course you are, but you are more like me then any other person in the family."

"And you married Mom," Serena said moving uncomfortably in her chair. "I just don't understand why you're telling me all of this. I love Parrish and there is no other person I would rather spend the rest of my life with. I'm ready to be his wife."

Sirius sighed and nodded.

"Alright," he whispered. "If you're sure."

"I am."

He nodded again and stood up, opening his arms. "Come here."

Serena stood up and went to him. She folded herself into his arms and let him hold her for a few minutes. Sirius kissed her forehead and whispered that he loved her.

"I love you too, Daddy."

"Hey," said Kendra coming into the room holding Galen. "Dinner is ready." She held out the red file folder to Serena. "You left this on the table."

"Thanks," she whispered taking it from Kendra.

"We're coming," Sirius said.

"I'll be there in a second," Serena said to her Father. Sirius nodded and left Serena alone in the family room. She walked to the fireplace and leaned against it, thinking over everything that had happened that day.

She opened the folder and looked down at the file in it. She was surprised by the Death Eater she saw in it. First off, it was a woman. Secondly, she looked vaguely familiar. Serena blinked and closed the file folder. Leaning against the mantel she put her hand through her hair and thought about what to do. She needed to force a vision off the file folder. She opened it again and lifted the picture out of the folder, looking at it closely. The woman had long light brown hair and dark blue eyes. She was pale and skinny, with high cheek bones and dark circles around her eyes. Serena lowered the picture, puzzled by it.

On the mantel sat pictures of her family. She smiled and picked up a picture of her and her sisters from when they were younger—before they were divided by Voldemort, Malfoy and evil. Serena smiled at how young they all looked and noticed something odd. Amelia had light brown hair. Serena's mouth opened a little in shock and she looked back at the picture in the file folder.

The woman's picture was so familiar and Serena realized it after looking at Amelia's picture on the fireplace. The woman looked like Amelia, except sickly with brown hair. Serena put the picture frame of her sisters back on the fireplace and closed the file folder. She moved into the kitchen where her family was sitting beginning to eat dinner.

"I think Amelia is alive," she blurted out.