Persephone grew tired of twiddling her thumbs so she departed from the group with George and Fred just behind her. She didn't have a destination in mind but she could no longer sit still.

"You going to show me what you've been working on all night?" She asked as they made their way to the spare bedroom. Fred produced an ear attached to a string which made her jump.

"We call it extendable ear." He grinned.

"Does it work?" Persephone raised a questioning eyebrow. They gathered in the staircase dropped it down into the first floor. She held the false ear to her own. There was static with a few words popping in and out. Her father and Mrs. Weasley were arguing. She relayed this to George and Fred who replied in unison,

"When aren't they?" The truth of that made them laugh a bit.

She returned to focus on the ear listening carefully at the words from Mrs. Weasley,

"She is not old enough to join us, Sirius. She's just a girl, and Robin wouldn't want it."

"Persephone isn't some frightened and ill-equipped little girl Molly." Her father's voice strong and prideful, "Robin would be as proud of her as I."

"Sirius…." It was now her godfather's voice, "Molly is right."

"Right about what Remus!" there was an infliction of anger peppering his voice now, "Yes, I am quite aware of the fact that she is young, but what in the bloody hell does that have to do with any-."

"DO YOU WANT HER TO END UP LIKE ROBIN? DEAD AT 21!" Remus was shouting now. A large static pop forced her to pull away the ear. She handed it to Fred telling him she could only get every other word. They went to Fred and George's room so they could tinker with the ear more. She laid on the bed hearing Buckbeak scamper around in the attic. Every so often she would transfigure him to the size of a horse-fly just so he could move around, but that took a lot out of both of them and the hippogriff would become easily restless. In waiting Persephone dozed off.

The room was ill-lit and un-descript. The only way it was called a room was by the floor and rounded stone walls. She was alone in this room, but she felt surrounded … surrounded by a push and pull of two equally powerful forces. Persephone let out a shrill of pain as the silver bangle began to burn etching its mark on to her wrist.

"Seph! Seph! Harry's here." George shook her from the short lived nap. She was still drowsy when the twins apparated the three of them to the room Ron and Hermione were in. They landed right next to Harry who appeared disheartened and rather peaky.

"Could hear you upstairs, mate." Fred grinned. Persephone stood rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Sleeping with visions was like not getting sleep at all. She hugged Harry who said,

"Did Dumbledore make you promise to?" he had to clarify, "Not sending me letters."

"Unfortunately, yeah." She replied. He nodded, though still rather ticked off, and she didn't blame him for that; she blamed the adults.

"Do you all want to hear something more interesting?" Fred brought them all back to the staircase, but Persephone hung back. She still hadn't recovered from using the ear earlier. Returning to her room Hades nipped at her agitated. All the people she would send letters to were currently in her home; no reason for him to go out flying.

"Sorry bud." Persephone said softly while jaunting over to her bed while scooping up her mother's journal. She opened it to the last page dated March 21st, 1981.

It has been a long time since my last entry, so much has happened and I find writing here has become less useful to me, however Moony suggested I keep writing and present this entire book to my beautiful spring-time when she heads off to Hogwarts where she will definitely be a Gryffindor like her parents- or a Ravenclaw like her Grandfather- or a Hufflepuff like my friend Spitz – Sirius has refused to let me say I would be okay with Slytherin but his little brother isn't all bad… so they cannot all be enormous pricks… anyway the point of it is so that she can learn from my mistakes, so hopefully they do not become her own.

This line made Persephone think about her godfather's words. Her mother died young leaving her father and her without her. She thought of all that could have been if her mother hadn't been overly ambitious in her career and in the Order; Persephone wouldn't have had to endure her grandmother, the Malfoys and it was more likely that her father wouldn't have been sent to Azkaban...but then she recalled the memory her godfather had shared with her… about creating a world worth living for rather than cower just to live another day. It made her all that more frustrated with the Order – keeping them in the dark, what good would that serve? Mrs. Weasley shouted up the stairs that supper was ready. She knew George and Fred and apparated just behind their mother as she shrieked out,

"JUST BECAUSE YOU CAN USE MAGIC DOES NOT MEAN YOU CAN WHIP YOUR WANDS OUT FOR EVERYTHING!"

She sat between George and her godfather whom was across from Harry. Kingsley commented on her bike outside asking what charm she put on it too keep her out of trouble.

"It's an illusionment charm." She said proudly, "All muggles would see if they saw anything is a blur of color."

"Sure it's not just a blur of color for how fast you're going?" Remus asked with a small chuckle trying to hide his disdain for the bike.

"He's just mad because he won't be the coolest Professor Hogwarts has ever had anymore." George said matter-of-factly.

"Assistant Professor." Persephone reminded him though she thought not to as it was a sour subject with Hermione who'd wished a Professor would have taken her in as an assistant no matter how many times J.J said the other Professors were not as taken to the idea as McGonagall. Her friend didn't seem too offended as she and Ginny were occupied with Tonk's transforming her nose to that of a pig and duck. She started to catch words about Harry's trail which was to be before the entire wizarding council.

"What's the Ministry of Magic got against me?" He asked.

"Show em," She heard Moody's rough voice, "He'll find out soon enough." The retired auror seemed to nod towards Persephone who couldn't really deny being ready and willing to tell Harry everything she knew. Kingsley handed him the Daily Prophet. Persephone had read that rubbish article 'The Boy Who Lies'. It smeared Harry as an attention seeking miscreant. She'd sent her copy to cinders she was so angry.

"He's been attacking Dumbledore as well." Her Father started, "He's been using all his power including his influence at the Daily Prophet to smear anyone who claims the Dark Lord has returned."

"Why?" Harry asked.

"The Minister thinks that Dumbledore is after his job." Remus replied.

"That's insane!" Harry answered, "No one in their right mind could believe that Dumbledore-."

"Exactly, the point." Her godfather interrupted, "Fudge isn't in his right mind. It's been twisted and warped by fear. Now fear makes people do terrible things, Harry. The last time Voldemort gained power. He almost destroyed everything we hold most dear. Now, he has returned and we fear the Minister will do almost anything to avoid facing that fact. That… terrifying truth."

"We think…. Voldemort is to build up his army again. Fourteen years ago he had huge numbers at his command and not just witches and wizards but all manner of dark creatures. He's been recruiting heavily and we've been attempting to do the same… but gathering followers isn't the only thing he is interested in…" Persephone felt an odd shift in the air and it caused a shiver to travel up her spine. Moody cleared his throat trying to nip her father's words there, but nevertheless he continued, "We believe…Voldemort may be after something."

"Sirius." Moody attempted.

"Something he didn't have last time."

"You mean…. Like a weapon?"

"No! That's enough." Mrs. Weasley slammed her knife down and came to snatch the Daily Prophet away from Harry, "He's just a boy! You say much more and you might as well induct him into the Order straight away!"

"Good, I want to join." He hurriedly replied, "If Voldemort's raising an army then I want to fight."

Her father leaned back in his chair giving Mrs. Weasley a look of 'see-I-told-you-so' while giving Harry a wink. Persephone did her best to hide the fulsome grin on her face with supper. After supper and helping to clean up the lot of friends started to head upstairs only Sirius called for Persephone to join him because he wanted to talk.

She joined her father in the family room. He took a heavy and deep breath after shutting the door behind her,

"I know… your godfather and grandfather especially will utterly disagree with what I am about to say." The man started, "They want to put you in this little protective bubble, and admittedly there is a part of me that wants to as well, but I see so much of myself in you and doing that would have adverse effects." He put a hand on each of her shoulders, "Over the next few years things are going to change… drastically, and me telling you to stay out of trouble is going to be a useless saying. Instead I'll say this, use that incredibly resourceful mind of yours to make the right choices. Be observant."

"Why are you saying this? If you'd just let all of us know-."

"It's not that I don't want you to know… but I'm not the only one in that kitchen am I?"

"You could tell me." She pointed out.

Sirius grinned, "Don't act like you wouldn't turn straight around and tell the rest of them, and that's exactly what Molly, Remus and even your grandfather would point out."

"I hate being kept in the dark….I'm not some frightened little girl." She said softy quoting him. Her father nodded,

"Indeed you're not, but you're also a student, a friend and a daughter…" his voice trailed off for a moment, "You are not an auror."

"I could be!" She shot back.

"You very well could … in the future … far from now when you are done with school."

Persephone slowly began to feel a huff with each breath she took. Her father had always been on the side of bringing her into the Order. Why all the sudden change? Because of what was said earlier?

"You literally just told me not to stay out of trouble!" She started a rise in her tone.

"I said to make smart decisions." He quipped back.

"You know what you meant." Persephone replied defiantly, "Otherwise why say it behind closed doors?" Her father had no reply for that and it made her pull a typical teenage move- stomping out of the room and slamming the door behind her.

Persephone barely gave her grandfather a glance as she threw herself up the stairs. It reminded J.J of when Robin and Juno were arguing, so he found himself going to his son-in-law who was statuesque in a room lined with the branches of his family.

"You know…Robin wasn't always a cake walk. She and her mother would go at it like nyphlars and goblins. You know why?" Sirius gave him a deadpan stare a way to say get on with it. "They were so alike. Head-strong, intelligent, unbendingly stubborn, but by the morning they'd be right as rain because they loved each other and knew whatever they'd fought over wasn't worth staying angry."

"Robin, would've have probably known how to talk to her better."

"Indefinitely." J.J replied putting a hand on his shoulder, "But I don't think you're doing such a bad job. Aside from the bike."

Sirius thanked him with a slight laugh, "You allowed that tattoo. You had to know it would only so long before something else came along."

"Touché." James Jupiter replied leading them out of the room. Sirius looked up the stairs,

"I should go talk to her?" he said in more of a questioning tone. J.J shook his head,

"Let her vent to her girlfriends and let the steam come out, or you'll just get in a shouting match."

"Girlfriends? It's probably …. George up there." He hated to say it. James Jupiter couldn't help but laugh,

"Ah, and now you know how I felt all those years ago." Sirius scrunched his face, and it only made him find it more enjoyable, "George is a good kid."

"Your just saying that to make me feel better. I'm sure Juno said the same thing about me to you." His son-in-law's replied.

"Actually I said that to her." J.J answered with an enormous grin to answer Sirius's look of shock.

"Pstt, George." He heard his name but he was too tired to easily wake to it until it persisted. He blinked in the darkness only making out a shadow figures outline. Then there was a soft glow illuminating Persephone into his groggy vision. It wasn't until he sat up and took a minute to realize he'd gone to bed without his pajama shirt.
"Uh…..whats…. up?" He asked.
"I want to show you some stuff." She smiled a slight tinge to her face. "Meet me downstairs, quick or we'll be stuck cleaning all day." She disappeared and the light with it. George threw his wand in his mouth using lumos to find some discarded clothes on the floor to throw them on. He apparated down to the foyer to avoid making noise on the stairs. Persephone was waiting for him wearing a bright yellow raincoat; it was heavily raining. She held out a brown trench coat figuring he didn't have a normal muggle one. They walked out into the rain. George noticed her bike had some kind of repellent charm because it was dry. He looked at the bike with a bit of interest.

"Not while it's raining, sorry." She grinned taking his hand, "We can easily walk to where we're going."
"Which is where?" He inquired.
"Wouldn't be much fun if I told you." Persephone replied. She knew exactly where they were heading and soon so did George when he spied the Leaky Cauldron just across the way.
"We're going to Diagon Alley?" George speculated, "What's so special about that?"
Persephone only continued to hold an enormous grin without reply. They walked through the pub to the back letting the bricks fall away to the wizards shopping alley. Witches and wizards were already bobbing about the alley with their wands raised over their heads to keep the rain away.
"Okay from here on out you need to close your eyes." She gripped his hand tightly. He couldn't help grin now as he closed his eyes saying,
"I've already fallen for you once Black. Don't make me literally fall."

The cobblestones were utterly uneven, but they walked slow which only made George's heart race faster. Finally Persephone positioned him to stand,
"Annnnnnd open!"

He stood in front of a black four story shop that had peeling paint, a broken window and a 'for sale' sign in the front door.
"Welcome to 93 Diagon Alley." She said proudly, "Or if you and Fred like it. The future home of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes."

He stood there taking in the building remembering Persephone's drawing .. imagining it with purple and red paint. His smile faded a bit,
"Even with Harry's money…" he started, "This place will be sold before Fred and I can get a foot inside and make an offer. Plus we promised mum we'd finish school."

" I don't think you have to worry about that actually." Persephone replied digging into her raincoat pocket to produce a key. His heart began to thud incoherently. She'd bought the store. George couldn't decided if he was angry for her doing so using her money, angry for not including himself and Fred in the buying process, or wanting to kiss her. "See, grandpa and I were here the other week and we saw the guy put the-." George chose to kiss her taking her by surprise mid-sentence.
"You are frustratingly wonderful, Seph."
"Heh… thanks." She said with a dreamy tone. George took her arm apparating them back to Grimmauld place. He wasn't about to look in the store without his brother. He had Seph wait in the hallway because on occasion Fred didn't wear bottoms to bed. It didn't take long for Fred to bounce out of bed once George mentioned that it had to do with the shop. The trio returned to the shop where Persephone handed them the key so they could be the first to go in.
"Don't be ridiculous," His brother said, "Your just as much invested in this shop as we are."
"Well, I don't think we'll all fit through the door at one time." Persephone replied beckoning them to go inside. The walls and floor one could see where there were previous shelves and product stands due to the dust rings. George walked to the first floor counter listening to Fred who was pointing out where they would everything.
"We'll put the corner of mayhem over there, and the puking pastels-fever fudge-canary creams on a ladder stand here." Fred went manic from one side of the shop to the other before going to look upstairs. Persephone walked over to the counter telling him about the basement for storage and the apartment on the fourth floor.
"You know we're paying you back." George said, "Once Fred gets over the initial amazement he'll demanded to know how much."
She only continued to smile pulling herself up on the counter,
"Well see the way I see it." she started, "Is this is me paying the both of you back."
He didn't understand and his expression must have displayed that. "You have to realize how much you two have done for me. Remember I didn't have anything before you guys…not really anyway. I went through the motions going to classes...eating..sleeping... ... Until third year." George listened to her voice grow softer. Fred's stomping feet raced down the stairs,
"THERE'S A DOOR TO THE NEXT BUILDING OVER! WE COULD BUYOUT THE OTHER BUILDING FOR STORAGE!"

The trio spent the better part of the afternoon planning for the future.

Thanks for everyone patience and sorry for the choppy chapter, I had writers block. I know where I want 5th year to go but to my main plots will be a bit harder than I thought.

Neakco: It's just barely spring where I live. Still chilly but the sun is out, thanks for continuing to hang in here with me!

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Lilith-thetiny-monster: Thank you I'm also glad about that fact. This year will be very interesting for sure. She's going to teach for crying out loud!

Ground-Cinnamon: Glad your still here and enjoying. I loved chopping Seph's hair it felt really great esp. since her grandmother always made her wear it in tight buns and it was also saying that she's not exactly like her mother which is what we kind of touched on in this chapter.

Thank you for all the follows/favs Cheers! I will try to get a new chapter out before i go to comic con!