Gardenia's efforts not to befriend Fred and George Weasley ended up not really working out, because, in the one year and a half that had gone by since her first meeting the two, she had found herself in their presence a lot.

Their parents had started scheduling play dates for them not long after Bill's birthday, and it seemed that in their minds they were already best friends.

The thing was, Gardenia didn't have the heart not to go along with it. She knew she could act moody and sullen so her parents would get the hint and stop putting her in the same room as the Weasley twins, but the first time she had done that, the plan very firm in her mind, George looked like he was about to burst into tears, especially when she refused to take the plushy he offered from his hands. It seemed she had a heart made of butter, and Gardenia couldn't make children cry even if it would be in her benefit to do so.

And so it began, her friendship with Fred and George. She mostly just looked out for the two troublemakers to make sure they wouldn't end up maiming themselves or others, but she had to admit, it was entertaining to be in their presence.

From the time she had been born as Gardenia, she found herself being bored quite a lot, after all, there was not much to do when you were a baby. But when she was with the twins, she constantly found herself amused by their antics, even if it exasperated her greatly when one of them would try to do something so stupidly dangerous it almost gave her a heart attack.

Time passed relatively fast, and before she knew it, it was 1981.

She would be three years old soon, the 17th of January to be more specific, but this year meant everything would change.

She was not oblivious to how the adults around her acted, she knew there was a war going on, even if she technically was not supposed to. She had caught snippets of conversation before being noticed, and she could still read, which meant sneaking peaks at newspapers that laid around since neither of her parents found it necessary to hide them very well, considering that to them she was illiterate.

Neither of her parents was a part of the Order of the Phoenix, but her father worked in the Ministry, and he apparently gave some information on the side to Order if she was guessing correctly. Her mother had left her job in the Diagon Alley in favor of remaining at home for the time being since her blood status put a target on her back, and she did not have the advantage of working in one of the better-protected areas of the wizarding world as her husband did, infested with spies or not, the Ministry wouldn't be attacked any time soon. She was glad that they weren't directly involved, she felt more at ease knowing that the chance of them being killed was less significant that way.

However, other people that she, unfortunately, had started to care about, were directly involved, and even worse, were fated to die before the end of the year.

Gideon and Fabian Prewett became common faces for her, they were around a lot due to her father, but they also sometimes babysat her and their nephews, and sometimes even just her when her parents occasionally went out for a date (always in a muggle place, she noticed).

Even tough Gardenia tried not to, she couldn't help but like them. They were always so happy, smiling, and making jokes, she never saw her father laugh as much as he did when in their presence. And they were so kind to her, they treated her as if she was their niece, and she could never stop the genuine smiles and laughs from surfacing, even when trying her best to not get attached.

It did not help matters at all when she found out Gideon was her godfather, and the connection her mind made with Sirius Black and Harry Potter was impossible to stop.

It broke her heart that they would die so soon.

Gardenia truly wanted to do something about it, but what? She didn't really know much about how they had died, only that they had taken down about half a dozen Death Eaters before being killed by Antonin Dolohov.

And even if she could try and change things, who was to say she could stop them from dying?

She was having trouble sleeping lately, and it did not go unnoticed.

Gardenia had bonded very much with both Jacob and Lucy Fawley, she could only barely remember her first parents, and that wasn't enough to keep her from caring for these two people that took care of her and loved her. Sometimes she thought maybe her mind had reversed mentally a bit, or perhaps it was just a side effect of being treated as if she was just simply a child, but she felt so secure and comforted by them that not loving them was impossible.

So it was not a surprise when her mother questioned if she was having bad dreams. Gardenia decided to go along with it since it was easier than the truth, and suddenly, an idea came to her.

"You can tell me about it if you want darling, it might help to talk about it."

Gardenia was not sure how the art of Divination worked in a universe where it was actually possible for it to be a legitimate thing. In the books, it was always considered a sham with the exception of the fated prophecy that set the whole premise of the plot, so it was never talked about on serious terms.

She had no idea if it would work, but it was a gamble she wanted to take, just in case it could indeed work.

So Gardenia nodded and tried to get the story in the right way so it would sound believable. "I keep having this nightmare about Uncle Gid and Uncle Fabe. They're fighting people with cloaks, there is way more of them then they can fight, so they start to lose," she took a shaky breath before continuing, and she did not have to fake it. "And then there is this green light, and they're on the floor, and they look dead."

It was risky, a three-year-old having a dream about duels and Avada Kedravas being thrown at family friends, and she had made her mother quite alarmed if the look on the woman's face was any indication.

A few minutes went by before anything was said, and her mother's voice was very soft as if she was speaking to a frightened kitten. "Did you overhear anything your uncles said to make you have that sort of nightmare?"

Gardenia shook her head, a small frown on her face. This was the part that either was going to make the plan work or make her mother think she was a lunatic.

"No, I just started having them a while ago, and have weird dreams sometimes, just never... scary."

"Weird dreams? Like what?"

She frowned as if thinking, giving a pause before answering. "I sometimes dream Aunt Molly is pregnant again, but with a girl this time," Gardenia knew for a fact Molly still didn't know she was pregnant, but by this time hopefully was, if Ginny will still end up existing, and she hoped this would be enough to make her mother pause and contemplate.

There were not many things she knew about that would happen in the current year, and the things she knew were not happening before the Prewetts were fated to die, so they were not really much help.

Not to mention the what if's of what would happen if she could stop the events that would occur on that Halloween evening in a few months' time. What would be the consequences of that?

It made her feel guilty that stopping it wasn't a priority, but besides not knowing how to go about it without blurting out that she was actually a reincarnated soul with future knowledge if Voldemort didn't die that night, what would happen to the war?

It reminded her of the trolley problem, her situation a distant cousin that was not in any way easier to solve, but worse. If the choice was indeed between saving five people and killing one instead or simply letting destiny run its course, she would not be having such an internal conflict over it. She remembered something about an ethics professor of hers going on and on about the ethical roots of the trolley problem, but she always found that such a thing was not really a problem to her. It seemed quite obvious, actually. She felt like karma might be making her pay for always saying that no one liked moral philosophy professors that she would end up in such a stitch.

She only hoped she had not doomed herself by trying to pass off as a Seer.


Gardenia almost thought her mother had forgotten about the conversation they had, because a few weeks passed and besides a Dreamless Sleep Potion that one night, no word had been spoken about the topic.

It wasn't until Lucy received the news via an enthusiastic Fabian that Molly Weasley was pregnant with a girl, that the witch seemed to remember.

Lucy Fawley was not by any means stupid, the woman had been in Ravenclaw, and rightfully so. So when Gardenia first saw her reading a book about Divination, she was certain her mother was trying to connect the dots and figure about if that was a possibility for her child's dreams.

It seemed she got to a conclusion when one night, as she was tucking Gardenia in, she brought up the subject.

"Gardenia, I want you to pay attention to what I'm going to tell you ok?" She nodded firmly, wanting to pass a sense of seriousness that seemed necessary at the moment. "Your dreams, you can't tell anyone about them. They're special dreams, and some people might want to have them for themselves, so you have to be careful not to let anyone but me and your father know about them, alright?"

Nodding once more, Gardenia didn't question her mother's wishes for her to keep quiet about any possibility of prophetic dreams.

"Is it because my dreams come true?" The phrase sounded sweet, but in the context, it couldn't be grimmer. "Like with Aunt Molly?"

Lucy nodded, her face seemingly neuter, but Gardenia could see in her eyes the sorrow. It didn't take much to figure the woman did not want the burden of dreaming the future for her daughter.

"But they may not come true as well darling, the future is a fickle thing, and things can change in the blink of an eye."

It was unfair to ask her mother this, but Gardenia wanted some sort of reassurance that her uncles would at least be on high alert. "So does this mean that Uncle Gid and Uncle Fabe won't die?"

The glistening of unshed tears in Lucy's eyes was hard to miss, and the smile that she gave her daughter was weak, but the determination behind in her gaze was unmistakable. "No, my flower, not if I can help it."

That reassured Gardenia more than she could ever say, so she just smiled adoringly at the woman that gave her this life, before closing her eyes and feeling the press of soft lips against her forehead.

"Sleep tight Gardenia."

The last thing she thought about before succumbing to sleep was that maybe, things would be alright.


Both Gideon and Fabian had been around a lot more than usual, and they were obviously trying to reassure her that they would not going to die the horrible deaths that she had seen. That meant they knew what she had told her mother, and more than likely, some Order members knew too, which was not very reassuring give the fact they had a spy in their midst, but Gardenia was hoping that her mother had made some demands on who was to be privy about her daughter's abilities.

But still, she was not reassured in the least, she would not be until 1981 was behind them and the two Prewetts were alive and well.

When August rolled around and they were still ok, she felt like everything was going to be fine, and that maybe she could change things. However, Fate was a cruel thing, and it seemed that a reincarnated three-year-old was powerless to make a difference when it came to death.

The day started off normal, and it was going to be a good one Gardenia hoped, since her monotony would be broken as she was going to the Burrow to play with the twins. They had grown on her, much to her frustration.

She did question her maturity sometimes when around them, because she was certain that no self-respecting person would be having that much fun running around chasing toddlers to keep them from killing themselves on accident, and Gardenia had joined their antics more times than she was proud of. Apparently, they were a bad influence just as much as she was a good one.

It was when they were taking a break from playing to eat a small snack in the kitchen, that things turned sour.

Molly Weasley was suddenly very quiet, a letter that had just been delivered in her hand, and her face had paled making her look ghost-like.

"Mum, is something wrong?" Bill inquired, his ten years of age making him the most mature out of the brood of red-headed kids, and more aware of his surroundings, enough to realize that his mother was not alright.

Instead of answering, Molly let out a heartbroken sob, her hand covering her mouth as if to stop any sound from coming out, and by that point, every single one of her children was looking at her with various levels of shock, with the exception of Ron, who was asleep in his bassinet.

At that moment, Gardenia knew. She knew exactly what was written in that letter because only one thing would make the strong woman she had come to know in this life break down in tears in front of her kids.

Gideon and Fabian were dead, and she had been incapable of stopping it.

She didn't think before simply jumping out of her chair and hugging Molly, being the only one actually knew what was going on, Gardenia couldn't help but do her best to comfort her.

By the way that Molly hugged her back tightly, she could tell that the woman understood what she was trying to do.

Gardenia would cry later, right now it was Molly that needed to stop being strong for a moment.


It had disturbed the twins greatly to see their mother shedding tears, but they had seen her cry when she found out they were going to be having a little sister, so they supposed it was not that big of a deal.

But nothing prepared Fred and George to see their best friend start crying as soon as their mum was out of sight.

She was always the one that didn't cry, they had grown accustomed to Gardenia being the strong one, the one that was a little more grown-up then them and took care of them in a way. So to see tears in her eyes and small sobs coming from the tiny girl made them want to cry as well.

But Fred looked at George, and George looked at Fred, and at that moment they decided to be the ones that comforted her when she cried, and that they could also protect her, just as much as she did them.

So with each of them on one side of her, they hugged Gardenia, and it seemed like her sobs just got stronger. But Fred and George stood firm, and just let their friend cry on their shoulders.

They would never know this, but it was in that moment that Gardenia swore that she would not let either of them die, not for as long as she drew breath.


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I lost track of how many times I rewrote this, but here it is. It hurts me to have to kill them, but it serves a purpose in shaping Gardenia, and from now on things will start to change.

I won't be focusing on her childhood, just bits and pieces until Hogwarts, and from then on things will start to pick up.

Thank you silentmayham, Saphy18 and Pamela Hutchins for your reviews, they made my day. A bit of her family's income was explained in this one, but in the next chapter, I go into a little more detail about what her father does as it relates to a plot point. They won't be leaving England, especially with the war ending soon after this chapter, but you raise an interesting point, I think a lot of people were in denial about what was truly going on, and when they realized it was too late. not many pureblood families went into hiding as well since they were not exactly being targeted unless directly involved with the resistance like the McKinnons for example, and the muggleborns did mostly go into hiding from what I understand. Thanks again for your review and I hope you enjoyed this chapter sz

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