This is the playlist for the story can be found by searching "hopelessromanic326" in youtube. The play list is called Love is Our Weapon.

It's all the songs that have been featured in the story so far. Hope you enjoy!

Also, there's a new character introduced in this chapter. The actress that "plays" her is Gabriella Wilde if you wanna look her up. :)

Red and Black - The ABC Cafe from Les Mis

It is time for us all
To decide who we are
Do we fight for the right
To a night at the opera now?
Have you asked of yourselves
What's the price you might pay?
Is it simply a game
For rich young boys to play?
The color of the world
Is changing day by day...

Red - the blood of angry men!
Black - the dark of ages past!
Red - a world about to dawn!
Black - the night that ends at last!

I woke up the next morning to find a drawstring bag sitting on my windowsill. After opening it, I realized that it was the bag that we had all put our galleons in for our bet about Umbridge. Because the toad hadn't left until the end of the year, I was the one who won the bet, and therefore I now had four more galleons to my name. Unfortunately, I had won the bet only because Sirius had died. God, it felt like that day had happened years ago. Thinking back on that afternoon, when we had been more carefree and more innocent, I know I couldn't have imagined that the end of the year would have turned out like this.

Our year had gone dark quicker than I had ever thought possible. Tonks was in the hospital, was out of school, Fred and George owned their own booming business, Sirius was gone, and the war had officially started. It seemed like we had all grown up in a few short months. And I knew we still had a lot of maturing to do, but I, for one, felt like all the stupidity that had happened at the beginning of the year had been reckless and a huge waste of time. We fought over such stupid things. It was time to grow up and move on. Fred deserved my friendship, and I deserved his. We didn't have any more time to waste being angry or upset. All of us needed each other now.

That afternoon, I told Fred and George about the bet when I went to get some candy for Tonks from the store. All of the other shops were quickly closing down, and Fred and George's seemed to be one of the only reliable ones left. They laughed, but I felt the shallowness of their amusement. They, too, knew that times had changed, and harshly.

I went to St. Mungo's after that, bringing along my mythology book and a "book of name meanings" that Mum had given me. She supposedly had used that book to find our names. Right, like you could find "Nymphadora" and "Andromache" in a baby naming book. Anyways, because I didn't know which name the prophecy had meant, I decided to cover all the bases. Although I had no idea where I was going to find information about "Tonks".

I gave Nymph her candy and gossiped with her about the aurors and the new crazy things the Ministry had done before the battle. Afterwards, she drank a cup of tea and almost immediately fell asleep after. I think there had been some potions in her tea, and that was fine, because she needed to rest and she would only do that if she was forced to.

I sat down and pried open the baby naming book, figuring it would be the easiest to start with. Looking down the "B"s, I let my finger slide down the column until I found "Blayne". "Blayne: Celtic meaning- slender; English meaning- twin; alternate meaning- yellow. Can be masculine or feminine."

Well that was helpful. How was "twin" or "slender" or "yellow" my destiny? Maybe I was supposed to have twins. Maybe I had a twin somewhere out there. No, my parents would never have kept that from me. They wouldn't have given away a son or daughter either. That just wasn't how they were wired. And I highly doubted that I would become yellow, or that being skinny was my prophesized destiny.

So Blayne was out. Andromache, then. I flipped open my ancient mythology book, the one I had bought after Professor Burbage had mentioned mythology in Muggle Studies one time. I had thought it was fascinating and, thus, bought the book by Edith Hamilton and read the entire thing. Now, I went back through it trying to find the part where they had mentioned the character with my name. She had been a wife or something. When I found the passage, I took a deep breath and hoped Andromache wasn't a serial killer.

"As Hector went back to the battle he turned aside to see once more, perhaps for the last time, the wife he tenderly loved, Andromache, and his son Astyanax. He met her on the wall where she had gone in terror to watch the fighting when she heard the Trojans were in retreat. With her was a handmaid carrying the little boy…"

"'My dear lord,' she said, "you who are father and mother and brother unto me as well as husband, stay here with us. Do not make me a widow and your child an orphan.' He refused her gently. He could not be a coward, he said. It was for him to fight always in the forefront of the battle. Yet she could know that he never forgot what her anguish would be when he died. That was the thought that troubled him above all else, more than his many other cares…"

"Holding the child in his arms he caressed him and prayed, 'Oh Zeus, in after years many men say of this my son when he returns from battle, 'Far greater is he than his father was.'' So he laid the boy in his wife's arms and she took him, smiling, yet with tears. And Hector pitied her and touched her tenderly with his hand and spoke to her: 'Dear one, be not so sorrowful. That which is fated must come to pass, but against my fate no man can kill me.' Then taking up his helmet he left her and she went to her house, often looking back at him and weeping brilliantly."

Later, it went on to say that Hugo died at the hands of Achilles. Andromache was considered the perfect wife, a woman who waited piously for her husband through war and was a caring mother. Hector and Andromache were not only husband and wife but also friends and protectors of each other.

If that was how my marriage would be, and I would have a son like Andromache did, then I didn't see how that would be such a bad thing. But would my husband die as well? We were in a war, much like the Trojans and the Greeks had been, but not over a woman, like the Trojans had been. Maybe it had nothing to do with my mythical namesake at all, and instead was related to my surname.

After sitting there wracking my brain and becoming increasingly neurotic about it, I decided that it was worthless to obsess about the prophecy. The implications were not clear, and I was only making myself sick and stressed by worrying about my "destiny". Besides, it could be something stupid and meaningless.

So, when I got home, I shoved the prophecy in the page where the Andromache tale was and shut the book, putting it in the back of my closet and shutting the door. With a huff, I wondered if I should have just left the prophecy in the Department of Mysteries to get smashed.

My parents were spending a lot of time preparing for the war. My mother spent more time at St. Mungo's because they were putting her on longer shifts in order for other healers to work with victims of violent crimes. Dad worked at Gringotts, mostly as a liaison from the accounting to the people, and he had more hours because of the insanity arising from all the people who wanted to take their money out and go into hiding. Tonks had gotten out of the hospital a week after the attack, and had started working obscene amounts and patrolling for the Order during her free time.

As a result, I was left home most of the time. There was no way I was going to spend my summer sitting in my bedroom, and my parents weren't hiding me away because of the war, so instead I spent a lot of time at the shop with Fred, George, Verity, and sometimes Lee. Sometimes I worked and sometimes I just sat around the shop and bothered them, but I didn't mind restocking shelves or working at the register. Mostly, it kept my mind off of other things, like the war and how Fred was staring at me from the corner of his eye.

I became good friends with Verity, the girl who worked there fulltime as the twins' main assistant. She was a gorgeous, leggy blonde who was the same year as Fred and George and had just left her wizarding school in Sweden. She was talkative and flirtatious- almost too flirtatious at times- and she was smarter than she sometimes appeared. Verity was better with mathematics than I was, by far, and better at playing the dumb blonde as well. Though Verity liked to party and loved to mess around, at heart she was actually a wonderfully sweet girl, and I found myself taking a quick liking to her.

Her first few weeks at the shop, she called Fred and George Mr. Weasley and Mr. Weasley, which I thought was hilarious. I kept telling her she didn't need to call them that, and they kept insisting that she did because it made them feel important. Soon, she picked up on their little 'joke' and called them Fred and George just like everyone else. Although maybe that was her losing respect for them after dealing with their antics for so long.

It could have helped that George asked Verity on a date one day in mid-July. It certainly didn't take long for them to develop a very sexual and very passionate relationship. She moved into the flat above the shop a few weeks later, and neither Fred nor I could tell them that they were moving too fast because, well, we couldn't be hypocrites.

Things went back to the way they were before I dated Fred, with one more person. We were best friends again, and a trio (though most times a quad with Verity around) once more. There was, however, more sexual tension between Fred and I now that we remembered what had happened and we knew what each other tasted and felt like. I couldn't lie; I missed it. I missed him. But I knew I wouldn't let that happen to me again, and I still harboured some deep-down resentment because of his infidelity. So, I dealt with the tension and the awkward looks and the accidental arm-brushes, and I didn't say anything because being close to Fred was still kind of nice.

I got into a routine, waking up to an empty house and apparating to the shop, spending the whole day with the twins and Verity, and going home for dinner or, occasionally, to the Burrow. I hardly saw my parents anymore, and I only saw Tonks at the occasional Burrow dinner.

Fred and George joined the Order. It was something that made me extremely anxious. I could see why they joined, and I knew that I would join eventually, but knowing that they could die at any minute made me want to curl up under my covers and never come out. I couldn't imagine losing either one of them, and it was the knowledge that they were in constant danger and were associated with the resistance that had me staying up late at night.

They came home from meetings to tell me that things were getting worse. I heard all the second-hand news, from the potential army that Voldemort was raising to the things that we should be doing to prepare. And I decided to join the resistance effort, even if I could only help minimally. Technically, I was still in school, and even though technically I was an adult, I wanted to talk to my parents first. But they were just too busy at the moment, so instead I did small things for the Order like deliver messages.

Fred and George were not happy about that. I tried to keep my involvement from Dora, because I knew that she would have some choice words to say as well. But if they could fight, why couldn't I? I was seventeen- legal, consenting, and willing to fight. The twins tried to stop me from going, tried to tell Dumbledore not to use me, but he had replied that we needed all the help we could get. I just stuck my tongue out at the twins for interfering and losing.

People were starting to die. Amelia Bones and Emmeline Vance were killed one night, and a bridge was destroyed a few days later. Panic was swelling, and more people vanished into hiding. Streets were getting barren, and my summer holiday was starting to look pretty gloomy. I worried even more about my family after the murders and the bridge attack. I worried about their safety constantly, and I became jumpy and agitated and paranoid. I couldn't sleep. I mostly figured it was so bad because I wasn't helping to stop it. I wasn't doing anything of worth. I mean, sure, I delivered a few messages about meeting changes, but other than that, I didn't have any real involvement in preventing the deaths of people I loved. So, one night, I sat my parents down at our dining room table and talked to the rationally about leaving school and joining the Order.

Their immediate response was expected.

"No. No, you are not leaving school to get yourself killed!" my mother cried, throwing her hands up in the air.

"But Mum-"

"Blayne, why? Why would we ever let you abandon your education so that you can join a war we might not win and one that you might get killed in? We're your parents, for God's sake. We want you safe. And safe is at Hogwarts." My dad had his fingers steepled in from of his face and he looked at me over the top of his fingers. I cringed. He was using his rational, "use-your-brain" voice.

I threw my hands up in frustration. "Yeah because Hogwarts has been so safe throughout the years. We had a murderer living in the castle for years without even realizing it! It can't be so perfect, can it, if we let that idiot Umbridge in to terrorize the students. I don't call hand-slicing quills safe, do you?"

My mother looked at me sternly. "Hogwarts is the safest place for you right now. It's certainly safer than the Order, if that's what your suggesting!"

"No, Mum, listen, I don't think it really is. And anyways, I'm tired of living in safety. I need to take risks, I need to do something to save the people that I love. I can't just sit around here anymore. It's only been a few months, and I'm already losing sleep and feeling paranoid. I need to join the fight, or I'll go crazy sitting on the sidelines! I want to help, I want to fight!"

"So fight by sticking your last year out and showing He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named that you're going to survive and you're going to have a good life, and that you're not afraid of him." My mother crossed her arms in front of her.

"Do you realize how ridiculous that sounded? How the bloody hell is getting my N.E.W.T.s going to fight him? It's not worth going to school if I die in a few years anyways, I mean-"

"Andromache!"

"Blayne, don't you dare talk like that again!" My father shot me a look and I rolled my eyes.

I crossed my arms. "Be realistic. I might not survive. You might not survive. It's not fair and it's really scary, and I'm already losing sleep over it. So I want to fight. I want to be useful. Besides, I don't trust Hogwarts anymore after the atrocity that was Umbridge. More importantly, though, I want to spend time with the people I love before… before it's too late." My eyes fell down to the worn table under my finger and I ran my finger over a dark water stain.

"Oh honey." Mum came around to hug my shoulders. "Look, I understand what you're saying. Your father and I were in the same predicament in the last war. And I think… I think that you're old enough to make your own decisions. You're seventeen, legal and officially mature. If you want to leave school and join the Order, I'm not going to stop you." She pulled back to look me in the eyes. "But I think you should know that your father and I don't agree."

My father nearly fell off of his chair. "Dromeda! No. Blayne, no. You're not old enough, you can't choose this. You don't even know what the choice is! You're not old enough to understand. You need time, experience!" He got up and started waving his hands around, and I bit my lip and stood up. I walked over to him and pulled him into a hug, wrapping my arms around his waist and putting my head on his chest.

"I know you're scared Daddy. I am too."

The plot is moving along, hope you enjoy! The pace is picking up I think so… yay!

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