(A/N): Hay all! Long time no post. I know. Well reasons why at bottom. For now… on to the long awaited chapter! Please note: I don't own them, I didn't ever creat them (save for Meria, Jade and Jonas, and even then I wont take full credit!), they belong to J.K. Rowling and her magical mystical world that enchants the mind and soul! I am just happy to tell my ideas and sort of their world.. so enjoy! PS: Sorry about the bad French. I cant find Book four and I cant figure the sound out well x.x!

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He had stormed out of the Common rooms in quite a huff hadn't he. Fred Weasley's face felt as red has his hair for the only thoughts he had running through his mind were the looks that Angelina shot him as he passed her. And Jonas' words that he ended up making up anyhow.

Yes made up the words spoken by the Ravenclaw, only because he couldn't hear the real things spoken. His mind weaved and worked out elaborate things that could have been said, down to the simplest one of "shag me baby". He knew most all of the ideas were mad, but he felt him self actually calming with the word game.

Unknowing where he had gone walking he soon found himself in a brightly sunlit hallway that had arched windows that opened up to a lovely small garden outside. Ah, he had found his way into the western tower, he thought. He rarely came over this way. There wasn't much here, save for the back entrance to the castle and the closest entrance to the herbology green houses (if you didn't want to go out through the front doors that is). Oh and the Hufflepuff Common rooms were around here as well if he remembered right. He had memorized ever entrance he knew.

He decided that there was nothing of interest here, and, working his way out into the back entrance, he started down the stone steps that seemed to be slowly becoming overgrown with a soft Moss. Moss that grew from a silent drip from above the doorframe, trickling down to create a small slime stream to the steps. He was surprised Flinch had let such an accent waiting to happen spot stay in Hogwarts. Perhaps he didn't know about it. Well that was a thought to file away for another day hum!

He made it out and into Greenhouse number 4, walking through the heavy air and glowing flowers and plants. It was warm in here but that was okay, for the smell of the flowers was oddly enough quite calming.

He had walked through the green house for a while, this being the biggest of the green houses. He had stopped to look at one flower that seemed to burst into flame when he got to close to it, when he heard the faint sound of humming coming from the other side of the flat he stood near.

Peeking over the flat of flaming flowers, he saw the back of a girl. Long brown hair drawn up into a ponytail atop her head. She looked familiar but he couldn't tell who it was from here. Walking silently down along the bench flat, he soon reached the end and started down the other row, closing in towards the girl. As he got closer, the humming girl looked up, holding a soft white flower in her hand as she let aqua eyes wander over it's beauty.

Meria Dibar, the French girl that got him into this whole mess With Angelina in the first place. No, strike that, he had to tell him self, Its not her fault that Angelina wont listen to me. The girl is over reacting. Meria is just a good friend. And with that he stepped closer. "That's a lovely tune Meria. Bach? Lobe Den Herrn?" He asked, naming a popular German song that Bach composed. He believed he named the proper tune she was humming.

The French girl jumped dropping the flower she held, as she hadn't thought anyone was around. She blinked large aqua eyes at the boy for a moment before letting a smile pull over her lips. "Fred? 'Ello there Fred! What bringz yoo 'ere?" She said in that bad sounding French voice (only bad because writer can't type it well).

Fred forced a smile to come onto his face as he came closer. "Oh, nothing, just thinking. Can I join you?" A pause and a chuckle, "I swear, no plastic spiders or slime or nothing will get you this time."

Giving a soft almost musical laugh she shook her head lightly "I did not believe yoo would do zuch a thing… again. Pleaze, zet down."

He did so, taking up a patch of ground next to her, letting his hand reach down to pluck up the strange white flower she had dropped. He twirled it around between thumb and finger as he looked at it. "How have you been doing Meria? I haven't talked with you for a while now."

"Yoo 'ave no' talked wiz me for zome time now becauze yoo 'ave no' been around to talk too!" she said in slight protest but she ended up giving him a soft smile and a nod, "But I 'ave been doing much better lately. Thangz 'ave been straightening up az of late. 'Ow about yoo?"

A simple shrug was given as he looked at the flower. "I have been fine."

"No' from what I 'ave 'eard." She said as she turned, looking at him sadly. Sadly, yes, but she seemed to have that permeate sad look to her face, even when she smiled. "George iz worried. I can tell. I zpoke with 'em ze other night. I though it waz yoo, but I waz mizztaken again." She shifted on the spot so she could look at him front on. "Yoo're bother zaid that yoo will no' talk too him, cauze of me."

Frowning Fred looked at her slightly annoyed. "It's not because of you. And I have been talking to him; just not talking to him about what he thinks he wants to hear. A promise is a promise and I aim to keep mine." The bitterness filled his words for a brief moment before he realized that it was there. Taking a deep breath he sighed. "Sorry."

"For what?"

A shrug was given again. "For my odd behavior?"

She gave a soft chuckle and shook her head. "Pleaze. Yoo are behaving juzt fine. Though I doo mizz Sunny Sunshine." She gave a pause and a sudden blank, shocked look before continuing. "I can't believe I juzt zaid that!"

Fred laughed lightly as well, and leaning forward, did his best to widen his brown eyes as large as he could, crossing them ever so slightly and preceded to speak in a rather high pitched, gypsy like accent and voice. "Say what my dear!? You can tell me! I'm Sunny Sunshine! I'm your Friend! You can tell me anything, for I'm Sunny Sunshine. I want to be your friend!" he tipped his head back and forth, left to right, giving his most serious face, mocking a certain Deviation Professor that we all know and love.

Giggling, Meria playfully batted at him, "Oh ztop! You're horrible!" But she said this in a good-hearted way that only made Fred laugh as well.

"You know you love it." Fred said leaning back so his arm propped him up where he sat. His other hand continued to play with the flower. There was a pause between the two as their chuckles started to simmer down to simple smiles and relived sighs. Breaking this small moment Fred spoke up again. "So… truthfully, how is that lil problem going? You said it was straightening it's self out and all?"

This was not exactly something she felt like talking about now, but she nodded slightly and let her smile fade some. "Yez, it haz started to ztraiten itz zelf out now. I'll be perfectly fine. No worriez."

"You don't lie very well Meria." He said solemnly. "Have you talked to Dumbledore yet? I'm sure he can do something to help you. To be frank, I think it's rather stupid of you to keep silent on a thing such as this."

"Yez, I'll keep zat in mind. Note 'oo zelf. 'Fred Weazley zinks I am ztupid'" She said with a scowl as she seemed to slump a bit in her posture.

He sat up. "Hay now, I didn't say it like that."

"But yoo zaid it."

"But I didn't mean it like that." He could tell she didn't look convinced, so, reaching out, he placed a hand on her shoulder lightly. "Listen, okay. I said I think it is stupid not to speak to Dumbledore about this. He could hurt you again. Hell, he could seriously hurt himself, along with some other innocents in this school"

Giving a slight nod to this Meria sighed. "I know."

"How come you haven't talked to the Headmaster already? You said you would." And she had said she would. Back in Hogsmede when she had pulled Fred outside to speak with. She had told him of news that disturbed her greatly, but she knew no others to go and speak to. Fred had befriended her and so far seemed to be her only true friend at this school.

On the day of Hogsmede, Meria had stumbled over her Twin brothers body outside of the Hogsmede gates, laying chest up on the ground, staring up in the sky. She had said he looked rather drugged out or drunk, but he spoke with a clearness that was never associated with addict before.

It was a known fact that Christopher Dibar could not and would not stay in school. Most just assumed that he would drink his life away and that was the end of it. Even the professors at Hogwarts gave up the ghost and just dismissed him from school all together, marking him down as a drop out.

Oddly enough Meria was happier with her twin being out of the picture of school. She and he never got along. There are two types of twins in life. Those who get along so well with each other that it was as if they shared a mind, and those who despised each other so much that, it didn't matter if the other died… one would go on with its life just fine.

The French twins of Dibar were of the 2ed grouping. Christopher was known for attacking his twin sister at the smallest of things. Even as a baby he would beat on her. As they got older, the abuse got harder.

Their mother? Could technically be called a heartless whore and black widow. She married several men, let them turn over their fortune to her, then had them killed by 'natural' causes. (Natural being an attack by a random Death Eater and the likes). One of her lovers was once a Death Eater him self. Teaching her the Dark Mark curse was unwise on his part, but made for excellent excuses on hers. Every husband she lost was found under a blazing green mark in the sky. Her innocence was always made clear with this.

Her son, Christopher, had grown closer to the dark half of his mother then Meria. Meria wished to be nothing like her mother. It was actually her greatest fear!

There was yet another sigh given to Fred as she just slumped there slightly still. " 'E iz no' around, zo no, I 'ave no' zpoken to Dumbledore. I... I juzt aszumed that 'e might… go away. Perhapz I won't 'ave to worry about 'im."

"Yes but Meria… what if someone else has to worry about him now? Never know what he is doing right now." He said, trying to encourage her to go and speak to the head master about the problem. He wanted to, but he made a promise to her. But… how long could he keep that promise, if she didn't go and do something about the whole thing? "He is hurting him self too you know. Perhaps if the Headmaster even knew of what was going on, he could help."

A shake of her head was given as she looked up at him. "Zat iz quite silly Fred. Don't yoo Zink Zat 'eadmazter already knowz about what iz going on? 'E zeemz to know all."

"He doesn't know everything I bet. And even if he did know, at least you could add to the record. Let him -know- for sure what is going on." He paused, looking very serious. "Meria…" he said and waited till she looked at him again, "I am serious. If you don't tell the headmaster soon, I will. Christopher shouldn't hurt you anymore, nor him self or anyone. Got me?"

She sighed but nodded lightly. "Yoo are right." And she pushed her self up to standing suddenly, dusting off her robes as she looked down to him. "I shell go and zee if ze 'eadmazter iz free."

Fred stood awkwardly with a slightly surprised look on his face. "Well I didn't mean right this instant." Then a blank blink followed by a slow growing grin. "But all right. Would you like me to come with you?"

"No, I will be fine I zink." She said in a almost whisper. "I would like to get my mind ztraightened out before I zpeak to 'em. But zank yoo for ze offer."

Giving a slight nod he looked to the flower that was still in his hands, then to her. "Well then, perhaps talk to you after class tomorrow?" He asked as he stepped forward and slipped the white flower in behind her ear, tucking it behind a strand of hair as well to scare it there. A goofy smile given to her as he stepped back. "George and I could always use another Beater to practice with. Could make a good game out of it!" He said in his naturally chipper voice once again, lifting the gloominess of the room up again.

She gave a sad smile to him as she let him place the flower in her hair. A Pause and she stepped forward, giving him a light kiss to his cheek. "Tomorrow. I will tell yoo 'ow my talk wiz ze 'eadmazter goez." With that she smiled and moved back, bending down to pick up her satchel and soon hefting it over her head and across her chest. "Zank yoo Fred." She said with a smile and turned to hurry off to speak with Professor Sprout about getting to see the Headmaster.

Fred just bounced up on the balls of his feet then rocked back on his heels, grinning as he watched her leave. He was just happy she was finally going to go speak with the Headmaster. Starting to hum the tune that Meria had been humming when he found her, he turned and started out of the green houses now in a rather good mood. Back to the common rooms for the night.

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(A/N): My Gods. It's been nearly if not more then Half a year since I continued this huh. Writers block and lack of time on my part. Work has taken its toll on me, from being moved around and a new office and crap. School once in a while. Family problems. You know, the normal excuses. But anyhow… I hopefully will have time to work on this more….

Thank you to ALL that have replied, and I would post personal thanks to each of you here but I have Idea's for the next part, thus, I am going to keep on writhing!! Thanks for the support!