" how the bloody hell do you two know each other?" Asked Harry, a confused look on his face.

"We're related" said Sirius plainly.

" how the fucking fuck are the two of you related?" Fred questioned.

Castelia glanced The Weasley and Harry, they all had a mixture of expressions playing out on their faces.

" we aren't related by blood," continued Sirius, evidently unaware of the puzzled looks on the party's faces, " We're sort off distant cousins through marriage on my mums side,"

and turning to Harry he said,

" she's on the family tree and her face isn't burned off yet"

Castelia wasn't sure what the hell Sirius was talking about and for the most part she didn't really care.

" but why didn't you tell us?" Asked Harry

" I didn't think it was important" said Castelia " we've only met once, and I didn't know you guys new each other."

" he's my godfather" explained Harry, " but when did you two even have time to meet?"

" we met briefly last year,before I was stuck in this hell hole," started Sirius, gesturing around the room

" it was on accident really, I wasn't really sure it was her since I'd only seen her when she was little, but then the muggles said her name and I decided to say hi, haven't seen her since then though.."

" oh " said Harry , clearly dumbfounded.

" but enough of that, Phineas Nigellus said Arthur was injured?"

" Ask Harry and Castelia," said George .

" I kind of want to hear this," added Fred.

The twins and Ginny stared at them.

"I was—-" stumbled Harry,

Castelia could tell he was getting no where so she took over.

" a vision, we had a vision,"

She recounted what she had seen, and Harry added things here and there, but she altered the story so it sounded like they had watched from the sidelines, rather then being the actual snake. Harry gave her a thankful look. Ron looked confused but kept his mounts shut.

When she had finished she could have sworn Ginny shot her an accusatory look but she brushed it off.

" is mum here?" Fred asked Sirius.

" I doubt she knows anything has happed yet" said Sirius. " but I'm sure Dumbledore is letting Molly know" he added reassuringly.

" we have to go to St. Mongo's" said Ginny, quickly.

"You can't just get up and go to St. Mongos!" Said Sirius.

"Yeah we can," Shot George " it's our dad!"

" how are you going to explain how you knew he was hurt before anyone else?" Said Castelia, looking at George , who glared back.

" why would that matter?" Asked Fred angrily.

" because then we would have to tell them about the visions" snapped Castelia.

Castelia didnt think Fred and George could care less.

" your dad has been hurt on serious Order business..." began Sirius

" we don't give a fuck about the order!" yelled George .

" our dad is dying!" Shouted Fred .

" I know it's hard but we should at least wait until your mum gets here" Interrupted Castelia, she never talked like this, the fuck was she doing?

" she's right " Sirius said, as they all finally sat down at the table.

" accio butterbeer!"

They all sat down around the table in silence. the next instant George did something very unexpected, from under the table he took Castelias hand and laced his fingers through hers. She stared at George, he stared back. Castelia let out a sigh and continued to drink her butter beer.

Castelia felt guilty. She knew it wasn't her fault. But if it really was Voldemort why her? She could understand Harry, but why would she have a vision? Castelia had read quite a bit about occlemency and she was pretty sure she could do it, just not when she was sleeping,she really didn't like the thought of the dark lord rummaging through her thoughts.

It was quite late now and the party had moved into the sitting area because the wooden chairs at the table were really not that comfortable.

Castelia and George sat next to each other on the couch still holding hands. Castelia must have dozed off because the next thing she knew her eyes snapped open to the sound of a door opening. In walked a short red headed woman, who Castelia assumed was Mrs. Weasley.

" George , get up" Castelia shook George , who was leaning on her.

He opened his eyes, saw his mother and immediately stood up, along with Ron and Harry.

" he's going to be ok" said the woman " he's sleeping. We can all go see him in a few hours."

George flopped back down next to Castelia, clearly relived.

Castelia really didn't want to talk to Mrs. Weasley, she knew she was going to ask about the dream. But to her horror, Mrs Weasley was walking strait toward the place where she and George where sitting.

They both rose.

" I don't know what would have happened if it hadn't been for you and Harry" said Mrs. Weasley, and then much to Castelias surprise she hugged her.

Castelia had never really had a motherly hug before considering where her bitch of a mother was at the moment. But Castelia didn't really mind, the truth was she actually kind of liked it.

" mum this is Castelia" Said George, when they pulled apart. " we're kind off together" he glanced at Castelia, she shrugged.

" oh I figured as much" said Mrs. Weasley.

George gave her a confused look.

" George, I'm your mother I know these things."

" yeah, but you've just met her"

" well if you wanted it to be a secret I Suggested you two be more discreet" said Mrs Weasley, smiling.

" what do you mean?" Asked Castelia, confused.

" dear, the two off you where asleep on the couch holding hands when I walked in, and if I do say so myself it was rather sweet." Smiled Mrs Weasley, as she walked into the kitchen.

Castelia laughed, she really liked this lady. George however looked rather embarrassed.

" sorry about my mum." He said, when Mrs Weasley was out of ear shot.

" I like her, " said Castelia, grinning.

"Wow, your actually openly admitting you don't hate someone?" Mocked George.

" fuck off, Weasley" said Castrlia as she walked into the kitchen.

After a quick breakfast, Castelia found herself up in the bedroom she shared with Ginny. Ginny was already asleep, and had been for quite some time. Castelia on the other hand was extremely exhausted, but instead of sleeping she chose to stare at the ceiling.

She was thinking about Occlemency. It would be a useful asset if Voldemort was trying to tap into her brain. Castelia still couldn't figure out why in the fucking hell the dark lord wanted to snoop through her memories.

She also thought about George . Castelia had felt so right holding his hand, but if her parents ever found out about their relationship, the death rate would definitely go up. But she didn't give a shit she liked George and nothing was going to change that, and with that thought Castelias eyes slowly dropped shut and she dozed off