A/N: There is a scene that required a trigger warning. I've separated it and you can always skip it if need be.

Extra credit if anyone can guess why I picked the colors that I did on everyone but Calli.

Mistakes are mine.

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"Who wants to go first?"

"I might as well get it over with," Neville sighed.

"Neville, wait," Calli said. She gave him a hug and whispered in his ear, "I love you more than I can ever express. You have been my friend for longer than I have been yours. I trust you with my life, and I know that when it comes down to it, you will make the decision for the best of everyone and not just me."

He pulled back with a confused smile and toed off his shoes. He stepped into the water, and the Oasis thrummed to life. The water became bluer as he walked to the cabinet. He stood tall as the door opened. Out of the darkness, Calli strolled into his space. He stared into blood red eyes, trying to see the inner Hermione, and the eyes went black. Neville had a hand around his neck before he could blink.

"I am not her," the creature hissed. "You will die looking for her."

Neville then realized his mistake. He kept looking for Hermione in Calli. He needed Hermione to be in Calli because what did it say about him that he was willing to die for someone so twisted, so evil, so dark. He closed his eyes as the hand tightened and tried to ignore the voices screaming at him to stay loyal, to fight through her temptation. It was Harry, Ron, Seamus, Hannah, even Professor McGonagall. They begged him to stay on the right side, the Light side, but Neville saw sides of the Dark they didn't. He heard their goals, their dreams, and he appreciated and respected their methods. They had demands just like the Light. They had needs, wants, and desires. They wanted realistic expectations of the muggle world and the wizarding world. Muggles were fickle, dangerous, and if they encountered something they couldn't understand, they experimented on it or turned it into a weapon.

Or worse, killed it.

Neville remembered what Calli said to him. She knew. She hadn't said anything, but she already knew. Neville opened his eyes and stared down into the black eyes of the girl he didn't know. He knew Hermione, but he had yet to learn Calli. He placed his hand on her wrist and smiled genuinely.

"I see you," he wheezed. "And I'm sorry it took me so long."

Black faded into red, then to brown, and the creature released its grip. It stepped back into the box and cocked its head for a moment before it swirled into the darkness. The door slammed shut and Neville gasped, nearly falling to his knees. He ran back to the sand and picked Calli up, swinging her around as he hugged her.

"I am so sorry!" he exclaimed. "I hadn't even realized I was doing it. You're not her. You never have been, have you?"

Calli chuckled and tapped his shoulder. He got the unspoken hint and put her down. "No, I have not. We have things in common, but she is not me and I am not her. Yes, I love research and I love learning, but not to the extent I sacrifice happiness and social events to do so. I am a know-it-all because I have good genes, not because I have a need to prove myself to anyone who is not my family."

Neville hugged her again and kissed her temple. Someone cleared their throat and Draco had a teasing smile on his face.

"Do I have to worry about someone stealing my crown for best brother?" he asked.

"Not at the moment," Neville replied cheekily.

"Oy! Neither of you are the best brother," Fred huffed. "I clearly have a leg ahead."

Calli glanced at Blaise and he shot her a look as if to say, 'not worth it.'

"I think I'm going to go while you all have a pissing contest," Daphne said wryly.

"You sure?" Draco asked.

"It's probably Snape," she snorted. "That man terrifies me to the core."

No one said anything, but none of them believed her. Unlike Neville, the water with Daphne turned red. She stepped up to the cabinet and waited. Soon, the door opened. Out stepped-

"Is that Crabbe?" Blaise hissed.

Calli had a bad feeling settle in her stomach. Though it barely matched the terror in Daphne. She tried to move but she was frozen. Just like that night.

(TW: Implied rape)

"You look really pretty in that dress, Greenie," he slurred.

Daphne flinched as his hand caressed her neck. He wrapped her in his arms and she could smell the liquor on his breath as if he stood right there.

"Look better on my floor though," he scowled.

Daphne gasped as the memories of that night floated through her mind. She never struggled. She let him have his way. She went limp as she thrust into her over and over. She cried into the pillow. She stayed there as he finished and never moved until that next morning. She cleaned herself off and pretended like nothing happened. Two months later, she discovered she was pregnant. Prior to that night, she'd been a virgin. She should've fought harder. She should've screamed. She-

"It wasn't your fault!" Blaise shouted through the haze. "You hear me?! It wasn't your fault! You did nothing wrong!"

Daphne cried as Crabbe stared down at her. He licked his lips and a feeling of disgust roared in her body.

"You enjoyed it," he chuckled.

"Daph! Listen to me!" Blaise screamed. "It wasn't your fault!"

She closed her eyes, clenched her fists, and fought through the self-loathing that plagued her since that night.

"You enjoyed it. You wanted it," Crabbe growled.

Daphne opened her eyes. She didn't want it. She never wanted it. She screamed and punched him in the jaw. She nearly followed him into the cabinet had it not slammed shut in her face. She stumbled her way back to the sand where Blaise was the first to hold her.

"God. I didn't know," he whispered. "I'm so sorry, Daph."

"I-it wasn't y-your fault," she stammered.

"Neither was it yours," Calli said, kneeling to rub Daphne's back. "None of this is on you. I will spend however long I need to making sure that I remind you of that."

"Me too," Blaise said.

"Same here," Neville added.

(END TW)

Draco and Fred gave their silent support. Daphne sniffed and cried into Blaise's shoulder. There was an unspoken agreement that Fred would go next. He squeezed Daphne's shoulder before he followed the same routine of the first two. His water turned brown, and he steeled himself for whatever came out of that cabinet. He barely made it as close as Daphne or Neville before his family spilled out into the water. He frowned. Why were they his biggest fear?

"Fred! Good grief, enough with the tantrums," Molly scolded.

"Yeah, Fred! We get it, you're your own person, blah, blah, blah," Percy said.

"Son, you have to do this. Think of your mother. She would be heartbroken if you didn't stay at school," Arthur sighed.

"Pranks this, jokes that, inventions all over the fucking place," Charlie growled. "I can barely sleep without you tinkering on something."

"Why can't you buy me this? I want it and you have money now," Ron whined.

"This is a waste of talent. You could be so much better than some joke shop owner. Come join me at Gringotts. I think it'll be good for you to get a real job, stop messing around. The family needs you. We can finally get out of that stupid old house once you and George get your heads out of the clouds," Bill said.

"Fred this, Fred that. It's always about you and George. You two get all the attention and you're not even here anymore! I hate you!" Ginny shouted.

Fred's shoulders deflated. That was why. George was more than his twin. He was his support system, best friend, and brother all in one. Without George, Fred was the failure to his family. He had an active mind. He liked to pull pranks, to make people laugh, but he needed to create. That was the whole point of the shop. George was the brains, the planner, but Fred was the designer. Fred was the one who picked the colors, the packages, the cool and funky names. It was his only dream. He wanted to design uniforms for the Aurors, for the ministry. He wanted to build a real magic car, a real magic plane. It was all he wanted. But his family kept pushing him down. He was too much of a dreamer, too childish. He was a bad brother because he didn't want to spoil Ron's outlandish desires. He was an attention whore because Ginny got overshadowed by what? He didn't know anymore. Charlie wanted to put the pressure on his head on his because technically, he was the oldest between he and George.

Bill wanted some financial relief. He made promises to their parents about getting them into a real house, and it was up to Fred and George to help. It was all so frustrating. Their complaining grew louder, each one screaming over the other, and Fred felt that familiar urge to run growing in his chest. But one voice spoke so softly, yet he still heard it.

"I appreciate you."

Fred frowned. He knew that voice.

"I see you."

Fred squinted in confusion. His family still yelled, turning red as they pointed and ranted, but a face shimmered in the water. He glanced down in shock. It was Luna. She had a soft smile on her face.

"You are more than enough."

Luna. His little moonbird. Over the last few weeks, Luna had become like the little sister he always wanted to see in Ginny. She made him laugh, she made him cry, but she never gave up on him. She came to him when she had questions about her relationship with Draco. She trusted him with her mother's journals. Luna was his anchor. George was his rope, but Luna was his anchor. He smiled and looked up at his family. He didn't need them. He didn't need their constant badgering and arguing. He closed his eyes and exhaled. When he opened them again, his family was gone, and the cabinet door was closed. He turned on his heel and took his time going back to the sand.

"Luna?" Draco asked slowly.

"She is all that I wanted in Ginny," Fred confessed sadly. "She is the sister I prayed for."

Draco clapped him on the shoulder as if he understood. He probably did. Daphne had moved away from Blaise and was currently sitting on the sand with Neville. Fred joined them, and the last three stared warily at one another.

"I think I need to go," Blaise said.

Neither Calli nor Draco opposed. Blaise sniffed disdainfully at the water before he poked a toe in. It turned orange. Blaise decided to stop stalling and practically ran to the cabinet. He folded his arms against his chest and waited for the door to open. It did, and to the surprise of everyone but Blaise, a version of himself stepped out into the water. This Blaise was nervous, skittish, and whimpering. Blaise twitched at the sight. He knew that version of him. It was the one beat on as a kid. It was the one left behind when his mother went on trips, the one that got ignored by every man that walked through the doors, and the one that was never wanted by the person that mattered the most. It was the kid that spent more time talking to elves and blank walls. It was the one who stared too long at another boy and got his nose broken for it. It was the kid that swore to never be hurt again. That Blaise was buried deep under false arrogance, a cold heart, and a shit ton of emotional deflection.

He chewed on his cheek. He didn't want to let anyone in. Everyone always hurt him. No one cared enough to stick around long enough to know him, to love him as he was. But Blaise instinctively knew it wasn't himself he was angry at.

The boggart transformed into his mother. She sneered down at him with his hand prints around her neck. He felt tears form in his eyes. She said nothing but her eyes said everything. She hated him, hated what he was, and he was so glad that she was gone.

Blaise felt the fight leave him. She was gone. She wasn't there anymore. She wouldn't slap him for no reason other than he would wear a too tight shirt or a pair of too tight pants. He wouldn't get hurt for not wanting to go on dates with women. He glared at his mother and brought himself to his full height.

"I am gay!" he spat. "And there is nothing you can do about it!"

His mother shot him one last glare before she turned her back on him. Blaise wished it was the real her so he could spin her back around and scream into her face. But the door closed on him, literally and figuratively. He trembled where he stood. He didn't even know he had made it back to the beach before he had arms wrapped around him.

"I'm so proud of you," Daphne whispered.

Blaise said nothing. He just dropped down to the sand and let her hold him. He was out. After so many years, he was out.

The tension in the sand only grew as Draco turned toward the cabinet. He ran a hand through his hair before he stepped fully into the water. His turned orange as well. He sauntered to the cabinet with that Malfoy swagger, but Calli knew he was hiding his hands because they trembled. The door opened and out stepped Sirius Black.

"Hello, cousin," Sirius drawled.

Sirius, the Black that went against his family. The outcast. The traitor. Draco didn't want to go into politics. He didn't want to go into healing. He wanted to have a bar. He wanted to study wine, have a vineyard, and have a brewery. He wanted to live a life where he could get married to Luna without always having to run off to the ministry or to some conference. He wanted to be his own man, but he didn't want to be like Sirius. He was afraid he would be cast from the family. He couldn't disappoint Calli or his parents. Not Tom or his Aunt. Not the Tonks.

Not Luna.

"You know you and I are just alike," Sirius mused. "I wonder if they'll burn your face off the tapestry too."

Draco was about to give in when something hit the back of his head. He spun around and saw Calli, Fred, and Neville with rocks in their hands.

"Get out of your fucking head so we can go home!" Fred shouted.

Draco ducked the rock from Neville.

"If you think you're like Sirius, then you're a fucking idiot!"

Another rock from Calli.

"So, get it through your thick skull that you are Draco fucking Malfoy-Gauthier. You can do whatever the fuck you want. We're all behind you."

He caught the next rock and smiled at his sister. She winked and Draco turned back to the boggart. He let Calli's word fill him with pride and acceptance. He laughed and flicked the rock at the cabinet. His cousin swirled into a disformed shadow before it went back into the darkness. He knew he had a way to go, but he no longer feared being honest. He had Calli behind him, and that was a good first step.

Draco kissed Calli on the forehead when he got close enough. She dropped the rocks and sighed.

"My turn."

"We are here for you," Neville said, holding up the rocks.

She snorted and took a deep breath before she walked into the water. That time, the water turned black.

"Typical," she muttered.

Calli didn't even make it to the cabinet before her mother jumped out.

"My daughter would not be so weak," Rayna spat. "She would not risk the life of her family for love."

Calli flinched.

"You should be avenging me. Why is he not dead yet!"

The boggart got closer.

"You are a failure!"

And closer.

"You are weak!"

And closer until it was standing right over Calli.

"I died for nothing," it hissed.

Calli did the only thing she could think of doing. She hugged it. She searched for the warmth she used to feel when she was younger. She wanted to feel that heartbeat. It wasn't there. Calli closed her eyes. Her mother was gone. She was living up to a memory. Calli hugged it tighter. She wanted her mother back so much. She never got a chance to know her like the others. They all had stories, Calli had fragments. They all had tangible memories, Calli had flashes.

None of it was fair.

But neither was holding onto a dream.

"I have to let you go," she whispered.

The boggart was like a statue. Calli pulled herself away and willed herself to stop striving to avenge her mother. It was more than that. This was about more than her mother. That anger in her heart bled into determination and resignation.

Her mother was dead.

But she was still alive.

The boggart faded out of sight. As did the cabinet. The world around them began to shift, shake, and they ran into the water with her. Calli ignored the probing eyes of Draco. The Oasis went dark, and they collapsed into unconsciousness.

Calli stood at the shore of the lake behind her house. Everyone else was inside making plans for Hogwarts. She fingered the necklace in her hand and sighed.

"I love you, Mama," she whispered.

Calli chucked the necklace into the water. As she turned back to the house, the golden pendant sunk into darkness.