She had not told any of the other what she had seen on request of Lupin, she had promised she wouldn't tell. Although they were all frusterated, they all pitied her more than their curiosity and stopped nagging her; she looked exhausted. They knew that she would not break a promise, she was faithful in that sort of way.

Haidee knew the Order was having trouble deciphering her vision. How could they not? It was impossible and Haidee felt terrible for it. She knew no one blamed her for the inconvenience, but she still felt responsible.

Mrs Weasley had been profusely apologising to her whenever she could. Haidee had to keep reminding her that she was fine now, smiling to her reassuringly before returning to help her clean. She didn't tell her how she really felt about the powder, how it haunted her thoughts and her dreams, making her wake abruptly in the night, sometimes waking Fred. She left that part out when she was speaking to Mrs Weasley.

Cleaning helped keep her mind off things. She would be the first to volunteer to help Mrs Weasley and the last one to stop for a break. She had cleared out many dead Puffskeins from under the sofa and removed Doxy's from the curtains in the drawing room. She had managed to sneak one out for Fred and George, who requested one for experimenting with for their Skiving Snackbox.

Once she had finished cleaning, she would help the twins with their new inventions in whatever way she could. Fred and George told her when they got to The Burrow from Platform Nine and Three Quarters at the end of school, that Harry had given them his prize winnings of one thousand Galleons. They were using it to take orders and sell their stock, Haidee had even managed to get an advertisement into the Daily Prophet for them.

She always found ways to keep her busy.

It was the day of Harry's hearing. Haidee woke early, as always, yet she was surprised to see that many others were awake, too. When she had entered the kitchen she saw Mr and Mrs Weasley, Sirius, Lupin and Tonks, all fully dressed, except Mrs Weasley, who was wearing her dressing gown.

"Breakfast, Haidee, would you like some?" Mrs Weasley asked, already scooping her a bowl of porridge. She smiled and accepted the bowl and Mrs Weasley kindly ushered her into a seat at the table.

"W-w-wotcher, Haidee," Tonks yawned, stretching her arms above her head.

"I'm well, thanks, and you?" Haidee replied.

"Tired. I haven't slept all night," Tonks yawned as Haidee played with her porridge. Haidee, who had dressed before wandering downstairs, reached into her pocket and pulled out her velvet bag. Everyone watched as she pulled out a sweet and handed it to her.

"It's a Rejuvenation sweet," she said, shaking it in welcome for Tonks to take it. Without further cohesion, Tonks took the sweet and popped it into her mouth.

Instantly, her posture straightened and her body became lighter, less drowsy. She smiled widely as she flicked the sweet around in her mouth. "Where'd you get this?" she asked instantly.

"I made them. But they're not a replacement for sleep, it will eventually wear," Haidee warned, causing Tonks to nod. "Would you like some?"

"Cheers, Haidee," Tonks thanked and Haidee smiled in return, scooping out some Rejuvenation sweets and handing them to her.

"What else have you got in there?" Sirius asked, causing Haidee to smile slightly. She remembered a time where she was very private about her bag, it was a very lonely time indeed, where she had not spoken to anyone who was currently in that house.

Haidee shuffled through her velvet bag where she kept most of her sweets. "Most of them are silly," she said warningly. "This one makes you hover for ten minutes and this one transfigures you into the next object you touch," she said and she took out the sweets and placed them on the table in front of everyone. "I believe this one makes you crave whatever makes you happiest but I'm still developing it, I haven't tested it out yet and this," she said putting her arm in, shoulder deep into the little bag that fits inside her pocket and pulled out a large jar of brown, unappealing looking sweets, "this is for you," she said, sliding the next yearly dosage of Wolfsbane-Sweets over to Lupin, who, for some reason, was smiling rather proudly.

"Thank you, Haidee," Lupin replied, gratefully taking the jar and putting it into his pocket.

"That's quite a collection," Sirius replied, taking a sweet and popping it into his mouth. Instantly, he transfigured into the table he was leaning against, making Mrs Weasley gasp in shock, Tonks, however, was laughing hysterically.

"That man!" shrieked Mrs Weasley, who was gathering all the things Sirius had knocked over as he transfigured. "Harry has his hearing today and he decides to transfigure into a table! How does it stop, Haidee?"

"Well, it's designed to scare people, so the person who took the sweet will decide. He can transfigure again whenever he pleases, otherwise, the effect will wear in five minutes," Haidee explained, but Sirius did not turn back.

Only when Harry walked in, only a minute after, and asked about the awkwardly position second table in the room, did he transfigure back to scare him. Harry, who was in a sombre mood, laughed, as did Tonks, Mr Weasley and Lupin. Haidee smiled at the working of her invention as Mrs Weasley gave Harry his breakfast, unimpressed with Sirius' immaturity.

Once Harry had finished breakfast and everyone had wished him luck, he and Mr Weasley left, leaving Sirius, Mrs Weasley, Tonks and Lupin in the kitchen with Haidee. It was silent for a moment before Mrs Weasley spoke.

"Haidee, I'm so sorry about the other day," Mrs Weasley apologised again, making Haidee smile her reassuring smile.

"It's quite all right, Mrs Weasley. Please, there's no need to apologise. That was a . . . severe reaction," Haidee replied as Mrs Weasley grabbed her hand.

"I know - I know, but . . . Dumbledore's asked if you could do it again," Mrs Weasley whispered, almost ashamed of what she was saying. Haidee's eyes widened in fear, it was unmistakable to Mrs Weasley who quickly tried to comfort her. "Haidee, I don't think you should. I know we should trust Dumbledore, but . . . but It's just too horrid. You're just a child," Mrs Weasley added.

"Right now?" Haidee asked, looking to Lupin who's eyes were extremely apologetic.

"If possible," Lupin replied.

"No," said Mrs Weasley firmly. "No, I don't think this is fair."

"It's all right-"

"No, it's not," Mrs Weasley informed.

"Molly-" Haidee was secretly pleading that Mrs Weasley's argument would win. Tonks had looked away in shame while Sirius and Lupin kept looking at Haidee apologetically, their features soft and non-confronting.

"Dumbledore requested it?" she asked meekly and Lupin nodded.

"I'm afraid so," he replied. That was enough to convince Haidee to pull out her jar and place it in front of her. She stared at it, dreading it, the urge to throw it out a window returned.

"Oh, I can't watch," Mrs Weasley cried as she rushed out of the kitchen, leaving only Sirius, Lupin and Tonks there with Haidee.

"I'm really sorry," Tonks apologised to Haidee. She understood that they were displeased with the effect of the powder, but the constant apologies made her feel worse. She didn't reply, instead, tasted a dusting of powder.

Her mind spun as if she was Apparating and she landed in Harry's hearing, where she saw Harry and Dumbledore being stared down by Cornelius Fudge. It was towards the end, Fudge had just ended the hearing begrudgingly in Harry's favour; he had won the trail. Before Harry would even look at Dumbledore, he had swept out of the room, leaving Harry awkwardly sitting alone.

"I see Harry- i-in the courtroom," Haidee breathed. "He won the hearing," she finished, but she didn't have time to hear the sighs of relief and cheers of congratulations before her left forearms started to sting heavily like a hot iron was pressed into her skin. She could feel her skin melting as a hot force was pressed into her arm and she tried her best not to scream, she didn't want to alarm the others.

She bit her lip to silence herself but she couldn't repress the whimpers of pain that passed her lips. She bit her lip so hard to suppress the pain she drew blood and once she released her lip, groans of pains filled the room. Her body was not stiff, her face expressed pure agony as her cries got caught in her throat.

"Haidee, what's wrong?" Lupin's voice asked urgently causing Haidee to lift her left arm and place it on the table in front of them.

"It-it's my left f-forearm," she stammered. "I-I've had pain t-there before. I've had p-pain there before, w-when the D-Dark Mark appeared. B-but this hurts m-more than the last t-time."

She felt her long-sleeve gently get rolled up by delicate fingers and a hand held her wrist to keep her flinching. She was right, the Dark Mark had appeared on her left forearm once again, but this time deeper into her skin. Blood ran down her arm as the three studied the mark, but Haidee's vision was still black. Then, out of nowhere, an instant picture popped into her mind and vanished a quickly as it came, she barely had time to register it before it disappeared but what she had left was an emptiness surrounding her, as she would never feel happiness again. Then, her vision restored.

"Oh, okay," she said, blinking a couple of times for her eyes to adjust.

"You back?" Tonks asked and Haidee looked at her and nodded.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm back," she whispered. Lupin had not let go of her arm. She looked at the Dark Mark. The engraving was deep enough for it to pool with blood and blisters were lining the mark like an infected tattoo. She couldn't control her arm from shaking.

"This looks severe, you said it was more painful than the last Dark Mark you got, but you didn't scream. Was something holding you back?" Lupin asked, looking at Haidee, thinking that maybe there was another clue there.

"Oh, uh, n-no. I um . . . I-I didn't want to alarm the others," Haidee muttered, swallowing nervously.

"Right," said Lupin, mildly distressed at her answer. There was a moment of silence.

"Well, Harry won the hearing," Haidee restated, causing Lupin and nod for her to continue. "And . . . and then my vision went black and I got this mark." She hunched forward slightly, so she could look at the Dark Mark on her forearms. She watched as Lupin was about to pull his wand out to heal her and she desperately wanted the pain to go away, but she stopped him by shielding the scar with her free hand. "Wait," she muttered.

"This one is much deeper than the last. I-It's more prominent and it's larger, it takes up more of my forearm, but it's also more . . . more brutal. There wasn't any blood the last time," Haidee informed, then removed her hand from shielding the mark so that they could see. Just as she did, Mrs Weasley came into the room and saw the bloodied scar on her forearm. In a squeal of fright, she quickly exited.

Haidee nodded in agreement for Lupin to heal the scar.

"Anything else?" Sirius asked and she nodded, feeling the pain evaporate with the mark.

"Yeah, a, uh, a picture of a place flashed before my eyes but- but I couldn't make it out. It was a tall building, very dark but- but that's all I got. There was a feeling of hopelessness there, similar to how I felt with the Dementors."

"Azkaban," Sirius stated at once, his expression turning cold. He pulled out a picture of a tall, triangular building trapped in the middle of the sea with Demontos floating around it. "This it?"

"Yeah, yeah that's it," Haidee agreed, recognising the building at once. "That's where You-Know-Who's followers are, aren't they?" Haidee asked.

"His most loyal and devoted," Sirius spat with disgust.

"That might be in reference to the mark. Most loyal and devoted followers; most deep and brutal mark," Haidee rephrased, "symbolising their commitment or . . . " She stopped when she saw everyone staring at her. "Sorry, it was just a-"

"No, no- no you may be right," Lupin said rapidly. "That makes sense. Your visions are not always literal but could be symbolic. I think that's a clever and accurate interpretation, Haidee," Lupin replied.

"So, what? You-Know-Who's going to break his most loyal out of Azkaban?" Tonks asked, looking between the three.

"Possibly," Sirius replied.

"Thank you, Haidee, you've been a tremendous help," Lupin replied, and Haidee understood this as she dismissal. She rose from her seat and exited the kitchen to find Mrs Weasley sitting on the last step of the staircase, her head resting in her hands. She looked up at the sound of someone exiting the kitchen and smiled widely to greet her.

"Oh, dear," she sighed as she rose, taking her into a large, warm hug. "I'm so sorry."

"It's all right, Mrs Weasley. I think I might have actually been useful today," she laughed light-heartedly, the mood still sombre. "Is everyone still asleep?"

"Oh, no. No, they awake but I told them they weren't allowed in the kitchen because you were in there. Fred is not entirely pleased, I'm surprised you didn't hear him scream," Mrs Weasley informed and Haidee smiled.

"I was a bit busy," she chuckled softly. "I should go see him."

"I think that's a good idea," Mrs Weasley agreed as she moved aside, allowing Haidee to ascend the staircase and into her bedroom, where she found Fred, George and Ginny sitting on the beds.

Fred rose instantly when she entered. "You all right?" he asked before engulfing her in a hug similar to Mrs Weasley's. She relaxed into his arms and nodded.

"Yeah, I'm okay," she said simply, "but-"

"We know, you're not meant to tell us what you saw," Ginny huffed, crossing her arms. Haidee smiled and nodded in response, before looking between their concerned and disappointed expressions.

"Wait, how do you know what the powder does?" Haidee asked quickly, looking between them, alarmed. She stepped out of Fred's hold to see he was looking very guilty, as did Ginny.

"Way to go, Ginny," George scoffed, crossing his arms.

"You're the ones that told me!" she defended.

"You told her?" Haidee asked, astonished and Fred put his hands up in defence.

"We didn't tell her!" Fred maintained. "We did, however, let it slip accidentally."

"Fred," she sighed, rubbing her eyes exhaustedly. "Does she know about the prophecy?" she whispered in Fred's ear, causing him to shake his head.

"Nope," he replied and she sighed in relief. She supposed that was the most important information to keep quiet.

She looked to Ginny who looked sheepish and guilty. "Can you please try your best, all of you, to not let it slip, again?" she asked, causing them all to nod furiously. There was a moment of silence in which Fred rewrapped himself around Haidee.

"Sorry," Ginny muttered and Haidee smiled at the apology.

"It's okay," Haidee replied as she felt herself being guided to the bed. Fred sat and he placed her down on his lap. She thought about telling them about Harry winning the hearing. It was a harmless fact that they would find out soon when Harry arrived back, but she knew she couldn't.

"Come on, Ginny. We should be allowed in the kitchen now," George said, leaving the room with Ginny trailing behind him.

"You don't want breakfast?" she asked Fred who was holding her in his lap.

"Nah, I'd much rather eat you," he laughed, pressing his lips to hers. It had been a while since they were actually alone together making the sensation of his lips on hers feel new. They kissed deeply and passionately, their lips working as one as his hand pressed the back of her head towards him. His other hand was placed on her thigh, holding her soundly in his lap. It was not sexual, she could tell the moment his lips touched her. It was compassionate and loving, he missed her as if she had been away from him.

She loved the kiss. It made her feel safe, all the pain from that morning drifted from her mind as if it had never even happened but she squealed and Fred's hands dug into her side, making her jump from his lap.

"Fred, no please!" she begged as he advanced towards her, but the mischievous smile and glint in his eye told her that he was not going to listen.

Instantly, she ran from him. She was much slower than him but in the small and cramped hallway, her tiny body made an advantage. She was able to slip past his hands as he laughed and reached for her, knocking over some things in the hallway.

Mrs Black's portrait began to screech at the noise, "Filth! Scum!" she would scream, but Haidee, as she manically ran past, was able to close the curtains around her to silence her.

This slowed her down causing Fred to catch up to her. She felt his hands tickle her side feverishly and the uncomfortable sensation writhed through her body. She laughed and panted as his fingers ruined the sides of her stomach, he was smiling so evilly at her reaction. He relished in the sound of her laughter, but she slipped from his grasp and ran tremendously down the stairs as Mrs Weasley appeared outside the kitchen door.

"What's all that noise?" she shouted, but Haidee had swivelled around her in her attempts to avoid Fred and into the kitchen, where Tonks, Sirius, Lupin, Hermione, Ron, George and Ginny sat.

Haidee entered panting before quickly dividing the space between Fred and herself by standing behind the table. She knew Mrs Weasley would not be able to hold him for long.

"You all right, Haidee?" Lupin asked as she sweated and panted behind his chair, resting her hands on her knees as she caught her breath.

"Fred," she panted, trying to explain, but the moment his name left her lips, he had entered the kitchen. "Don't make a scene, Fred," she chuckled as he began to circle the table.

"I wouldn't be making a scene if you would stop running from me," he said, raising an eyebrow, making Haidee chuckle.

"How convenient for you," she smirked as he lunged for her. She laughed as she dodged, but he was quickly advancing on her. The others watched, Mrs Weasley and Hermione in shock, the others in amusement, as Fred's arm wrapped around Haidee's waist.

In the spare of the moment, she whipped out her want and chanted, "Locomotor Wibbly." She ran and felt Fred's grip drop from her waist as his legs turned to jelly, he was unable to keep up with her. He collapsed onto the floor as Haidee backed away, causing the room to uproar in laughter.

"It seems they are a good match," she heard Sirius say to Lupin, both of whom were laughing at the matter at hand.

"You promise to stop tickling me?" Haidee asked as he looked over her boyfriend and his jelly-like legs.

"Fine," Fred huffed and she smiled, muttering the countercurse for his legs to return to normal. She helped him up and regretted it immensely as the second he was on his feet, he had swooped her into his arms and placed her over his shoulder, running around the house while throwing her around.

"What?" he asked as she cried in protest. "I'm not tickling you."