August 8th, 1994 ~

Garnet had just set the table for dinner and pulled a meatloaf out of the oven. Once she had gotten home from school, she and her father took some time to get into a routine they felt comfortable with. Garnet liked to have dinner ready for him when he got home, even if he came home late a lot.

Tonight was no exception. An hour later than she expected, Alatar walked into the house, briefcase in tow, looking weary.

"Ah, darling, you made meatloaf?" he smiled at her.

Garnet stood and cleared her plate without speaking to him.

"Garnet," he called to her.

"Dinner was hot an hour ago, Dad, when you were supposed to be home." Garnet turned on him. "I never know when you're going to be home late. A little heads up would be wonderful."

"I'm sorry, Garnet, there's been a few things come up at work." He gripped the back of a chair.

Garnet put her dish in the sink. "I never see you anymore." Garnet huffed, upset. "I thought when I got home, we'd do a something, like we use to do when Mum was alive." She let her comment hang in the air a few moments knowing it would hit her father hard, then added "I'm not expecting trips to Ireland or Scotland, and Aunt Sapphire and Uncle Connor coming for a week last month was wonderful, but I've spent an entire month home, here. I haven't even gone to see George and Fred yet."

Alatar ran his hands through his hair, "Well you are sixteen now, Garnet, you can go out and do things, as long as you let me know where you're going."

Garnet stared him down. "So this is how it's going to be? Is this really what you've been doing the whole time I've been at school? Working yourself to death?"

She knew why he didn't stay home often. It was because her Mum wasn't here to greet him when he walked in the door.

The one year mark was coming for the accident, and her dad was taking it hard.

"Garnet, darling, I know I haven't been around much. What if I told you I got us a pair of tickets to go to the Quidditch World Cup Finals, Ireland versus Bulgaria?" he tried.

Garnet perked up, "Really?"

"August 25th," He smiled. "I heard Arthur said that most of his family was going as well."

"Really? That would be so fun Dad!" Garnet hugged him around the neck.

"We'll be camping out the night before. I would plan to pack for a few nights. The World Cup has drug on a bit before." Her dad smiled down at her.

She let go of him, grinning, and picked up his plate, "I'll heat this up for you Dad," she said as she went into the kitchen.

Alatar put his briefcase in his office and quickly rejoined her. He was about to take a seat when he heard a glass plate crash onto the floor.

"Garnet?" he quickly followed the sound and found her on the floor, the plate with his dinner smashed where it had fallen. "Garnet!" he rolled her onto her side.

A minute later Garnet's eyes opened. Slowly she took a shaky breath.

"Daddy," she mumbled, sitting up slowly.

Alatar hugged his daughter tightly. When he let her go, he looked at her, "How often do they happen right now?"

Garnet looked at him and shrugged, "It's been over a month, the last one was the day after I got home from school."

He nodded, "So they've lessened some?"

Garnet shrugged again, "It's up and down. First six months of school they were fairly often, last six months they weren't as frequent."

Alatar thought about that, "Well remember, the doctor had said frequency can have to do with stress factors as well."

"I know, Dad," Garnet stood and she and her father cleaned up the mess she made.

~ August 9th, 1994 ~

"Oi! Mum!" Fred and George were trying to hide their secret inventions as their mother burst into their room unannounced.

"I just received an owl from Garnet, thought I'd be nice and bring it myself instead of letting your brother bring it." Molly handed the letter towards George, trying to see what it was they were doing.

"Thanks Mum!" George grabbed the letter and ripped it open. He quickly read it, "Freddie! Garnet and her dad are going to the Quidditch World Cup game also!" he grinned.

"Wicked!" Fred said, then turned to his mother, "and Harry said he's coming, and Hermione's coming, right?"

Mrs. Weasley nodded, smiling.

"When are we going to get Harry?" George asked Molly.

"Sunday the 21st." She replied. "You've got twenty minutes until lunch, boys, clean up this mess." she turned and headed out their door.

"This is going to be awesome." George and Fred said in unison.

~August 15th, 1994~

Garnet knew today would be hard, so she did things to remind herself of her mum all day. She even went in her mums workshop and made a windchime, something she hadn't done since the accident.

After she made herself lunch, she went in her parents' room and opened up her mums side of the closet. She pulled out her mums favorite sweater and held it up to her nose, the faint scent of her perfume still lingering on the material. She was lost in her memories when she heard the front door open and shut quickly.

"Dad?" she called, confused by his early return home.

"Garnet, where are you?" he called, walking towards his bedroom. He walked in and saw his daughter clutching his wife's sweater. "Everything alright?"

Garnet nodded, rubbing the soft material again.

"You know, you can have it, you can have anything you want. It's probably time to start sorting through your mothers things anyway." he took a deep breath.

Garnet nodded again. "What are you doing home so early?"

Her father shifted from foot to foot, his tell tell sign that she was not going to like what he was about to say.

"I've been given an assignment, there's been a hoard of Nifflers discovered, wrecking havoc on a village...in Paris." he said.

Garnet deflated. "You're leaving? For how long?"

Alatar shrugged his shoulders, "The lair they found was enormous, more than we've ever seen in one place before. I have a team going to capture and relocate them." he ran his hands through his hair, "I'll be gone at least three weeks."

Garnet looked away from him, "So we're not going to the Quidditch World Cup now." it wasn't a question. She was disappointed.

He cleared his throat, "Well, actually, I don't want you staying here by yourself all day everyday for three weeks."

Garnet raised a brow at him.

"Arthur Weasley, who was going to talk to his wife quickly, suggested you come stay with them until school starts. I had mentioned they're all going to the World Cup, and they'll be getting their school supplies as well. I'm sure your friends would be excited." He was hoping she'd be okay with all this.

Garnet thought about it. She was still upset her father was leaving, but getting to spend time with her friends during the summer was going to be awesome.

"Okay, dad. How soon do you leave?" she sighed.

Alatar grimaced, "Tonight."

Garnet dropped her head back and looked at the ceiling and sighed again. She straightened up and shook her head, "I guess I better go pack my school trunk and other stuff." she moved to leave the room, but her father caught her by the arm.

"Garnet, if I didn't have to leave, you know I wouldn't, and I'd be taking you to that World Cup. But this is my job. You know this." he tried to reason with her.

"It's fine dad." she went to her room.

Ron, Ginny, George and Fred walked into the kitchen and saw their dad talking to their mum.

"Dad! You're home early." Ron said.

"Yes, well we've got some things to take care of," he looked to Molly, who smiled and nodded. "We're going to have a visitor a little earlier then expected. Ginny, dear, can you clean up your room quickly and we'll get the cots up there."

"Sure dad," she smiled and raced up the steps.

"Cots? Plural? As in not just Hermione?" Ron asked.

Arthur nodded.

"Who else is coming to stay with us?" Charlie walked in mid conversation.

Arthur straightened up, and smiled, "Well, Mr. Prince has been called away to Paris on a Niffler hoard, he's expected to be gone for at least three weeks, and he doesn't want his daughter left alone that long."

"Garnet's coming?!" George started.

Arthur chuckled, "Yes, Garnet will be staying with us, and attend the World Cup with us."

Fred and George high-fived.

"George, you do remember what today is, right?" Molly looked at him with concern.

He furrowed his brows. "The fifteenth." he said.

"It's been a year." Arthur emphasized.

Then it clicked. "Wait, Mr. Prince is taking off and leaving Garnet on the one year anniversary of Mrs. Princes' death?"

"It can't be helped, George," Arthur said, "But Alatar isn't sure how Garnet is going to take it, so I expect you two to keep an eye on her, like you always do." he said to the Twins.

"Of course dad, we'll make sure she's alright." Fred said.

"And cheer her up if she's not." George finished.

Molly smiled at her boys, and placed her hands on their cheeks. "That's my boys."

Ron and Charlie left the kitchen, and once the Twins and their parents were alone, George walked closer to his father.

"Dad... Garnet is...um..." George didn't know what to say. After the incident at school, George, Fred and Garnet had sat in the Hospital Wing and talked, for quite a while, about her epilepsy, and how all the times she disappeared or was late, or acted weird, she had had a seizure. She showed them her bracelet and told them what it does, how it helps warn her of oncoming seizures. George was upset that she hadn't told them, especially him, but understood her reasoning. He kept that in the back of his mind, knowing she didn't want coddled or treated differently because of it. Fred and George had witnessed three other seizures that evening, each one a little less scary than the last.

"Garnet is what, son?" he raised a brow.

"She has a medical condition," George sighed.

Arthur kissed Molly on the cheek as she handed him a cup of coffee, and then looked back to George. "You mean her epilepsy?"

Fred and George looked at their parents shocked. "You know about that?" Fred asked.

Arthur nodded, "I've known, son, her father had told me before she came over that first time."

"So you've known all this time and didn't say anything? You knew when she crashed her broom during Quidditch here?" George stated, miffed.

Arthur took a sip of coffee. "I had an inkling that it was possible she didn't crash, that she was having a seizure, but once I mentioned it to her father, he confirmed it for me."

"Why didn't you tell us?" George asked.

"Does it matter?" Molly asked. "She doesn't want a bunch of people knowing. Does it make any difference at school?"

"Honestly, we've been her friends for five years, and just found out this year," Fred admitted.

"And it probably wouldn't have happened if it weren't for that weird tea Dean gave us." George rubbed his forehead. "So what time will she be getting here?"

"After dinner." Arthur said. "Mr. Prince was determined to have dinner with her before he left."

George nodded. He and Fred headed back to their room.

"We should probably put a halt on the inventory." George said, "Spend some time with Garnet while she's here instead of off on our own."

Fred nodded, "Maybe we could get her in on it? She might have fun creating things."

"True," George smiled, "but I think tonight we should just chill. Gage her mood."

Later that evening, George and Fred waited impatiently in the living room for Garnet to come.

Finally the fireplace lit up and Garnet came through, followed by Mr. Prince carrying Garnet's school trunk.

"Arthur," Alatar reached to shake Mr. Weasley's hand then Mrs. Weasley's hand, "Molly. Thank you so much, I greatly appreciate this."

"Nonsense, it's our pleasure!" Molly smiled at Alatar.

Mr. Prince smiled sadly at her, then turned towards his daughter, "Best behavior, here is your ticket to the Quidditch World Cup," he handed her the tickets, "You should have more than enough to get what you need for school, and then some for any... unexpected events." he smirked, as did Arthur and Molly. "I will write to you when I get settled in, and then I will write to you the day after you get to school."

Garnet nodded, "Have a safe trip Dad," George could hear it in her tone, she was not happy in the least.

Mr. Prince pulled her in and hugged her, and kissed the top of her head. "Love you, dear, have a great year."

Garnet said her goodbyes, and then just like that, he was gone.

"Are you alright?" George asked her.

Garnet nodded.

"Do you want to see where you're staying?" Fred offered.

Garnet nodded again, not making eye contact.

Fred and George shared a glance.

She just needed some time.