Tobias' sudden acknowledgement of the Gryffindor table had many students talking. He was normally the quiet and probably stuck up kind of guy who didn't notice those who he thought below him. But lately he had been glancing at the Gryffindor table during all meals, always looking at the same person. Olivia.

This sudden attention had made her very uncomfortable, seeing as to how she usually liked to keep herself as far from the center of attention as possible.

But probably what surprised people the most was Malfoy's lack of objection to Tobias' new pasttime. Malfoy didn't say a word, and instead kind of cowered behind in the shadows.

Finally, Olivia thought, someone who could shut Malfoy up.

Malfoy still glared at the gryffindors, but checked with Tobias everytime before doing so. This also surprised almost every student in the great hall. Even the teachers were noticing Tobias' new reign over the so long before untameable Malfoy.

Weeks flew by as Spring left the air, and the hint of summer replaced it. Olivia had, as for every night of her life, spent time before going to bed just staring at the half of the picture. The picture was in black and white, and was undoubtable a school photo.

There was no writing on it, no inscription or signature. Nothing. So this was all Olivia had to go by when it came to her family.

Her foster parents had never said a word to her about her parents, not because they didn't want to but merely because they couldn't. They, as with her, knew nothing of her parents death.

The word seemed to have never gotten out. Most people didn't even know they had died. That, of course, didn't mean that Olivia couldn't dream. She'd always look at the picture and imagine her father as a brave fighter, fighting against all evil in the world.

The picture seemed to present a form of hope, of love, of acceptance. She'd always had her friends, and her loving foster family, but nothing could have come close to her need of her real family.

Apparently, she had had no relatives. None at all. It's as if her whole entire family had been wiped off the face of the earth and she was the only one left. This thought also frightened her.

She'd never felt more alone then she did when she couldn't look at the picture. It had become worn from her looking at it so often, but she always took special care to make sure it never tore.

Placing the picture under her pillow, Olivia tried to go to sleep.

~*~

It must have been only a few hours before attempting sleep failed her. Climbing out of bed, she grabbed the photo and wrapped her cloak over her nightgown. Slipping on her shoes, she made her way quietly to the door.

Everyone in the castle must be asleep, she thought as she stepped out of the portrait hole and into the hallway. Descending the stairs quietly, she took special care as to dodge the missing step.

The castle doors loomed over her. Tall and wooden, they seemed so heavy to open and close. This of course, was not enough to prevent her from going outside of them.

Her hand on the doorknob, she pulled on of the double doors open and slipped out into the warm night air. Because of summer, the nights had been fairly warm and the days blistering hot.

The lake glistened in the cresent moonlight, looking like glass in the still night air. The sky was littered with thousands of stars, each standing out more prominantly than the last.

Olivia walked towards the lone tree that sat at the edge of the water and sat down underneath it. She looked out over the lake, considering thoughtfully whether or not a swim would be a good idea.

But as she tested the water, she found it surprisingly freezing, and dropped the idea like a bad habit.

Instead, she nestled herself down underneath the tree and pulled out the picture, gazing at it longingly. Her eyes stared into the man's eyes, so full of life it seemed.

"Beautiful night, isn't it?"

Olivia turned around sharply, looking up and seeing Tobias standing there beside the tree, his hands residing in his pockets and his gaze set out over the lake.

"Yes...yes it is..." Olivia said, a bit alarmed by his presence. "Why are you here?"

"I came out to clear my mind," he said thoughtfully, shifting his weight and moving his eyes to hers. "Why are you here?"

"Oh...I...I couldn't sleep..."

His eyes bore into her's, and yet at this moment in the light of the moon they didn't seem so harsh and cold. They seemed kind and friendly. Something she never would have expected from Tobias.

He sat down next to her on the grass and rested his arms on his knees. Olivia really didn't know what to say to him. He had just kind of showed up and sat down. No welcome or anything. If she cared so much, why wasn't she telling him to leave? she thought nervously.

She rested on the answer that she simply didn't want him too, that maybe she enjoyed his prescence, as was earlier debated.

She realized she was still holding the picture in her hand, and went to quickly put it away when his hand grabbed hers, picking the picture out of her hand and bringing it to his face.

His eyes went large as he looked at the picture, and weird emotions seemed to cross his face. "Where did you get this?" he said almost angerily, glaring at her.

She felt fear hit her as he stared, his eyes penetrating her own. "I've had it all my life, it's my father. Give it back." she said, trying to make her voice sound cold and demanding. The situation failed her attempts.

His eyes turned glossy as he looked back at the picture. She saw him reach inside his own pocket and pull out something.

A startled cry released her lips as she saw what he had pulled out of his pocket. It was the other half of the picture.

"Wha-...where did you get that?" she said, extremely startled and very very confused.

"I...I've had it all my life.." he whispered, as words seemed to fail him as he placed the two pictures together and made them one.

Olivia looked at him and watched as he looked up to her, a very astonished look on his usually cool and collected face.

"What does this mean?" Olivia said, her eyes hitting the picture and then his face where a grin was now forming.

"I think this means that I have found my sister." he said, looking at her with eyes that were rimmed with tears. This moment, Olivia thought, would stay with her forever.

~*~

"So your saying..."

"That our father tore the picture in two and gave us each a half before he left." Tobias said, the look of utter astonishment still on his face.

Olivia was so relieved and yet so confused at everything. In the span of what must have been an hour she had discovered a brother and a new theory involving the picture.

Olivia and Tobias had sat outside all night long, and it wasn't until the sun had begun to rise that they thought that going inside would be a good idea.

"When can we talk again?" she asked him quickly as they stood inside the entrance hall.

"This afternoon, in the library, meet me there and we can go in the restricted section and look for more information." Tobias smiled at her, something she had never ever seen him do before that night.

Something else occured now that she would have never expected: Tobias grabbed her hand in his and pulled her into a tight hug. She hugged him back, naturally, but the feeling was like nothing she had ever felt before. She suddenly felt like she belonged, like she had a purpose in life. He was her purpose.

With him, she could have a family. A brother, she thought. That was the last thing she would have ever thought she'd have.

She watched as Tobias walked off to the Slytherin Commonroom and watched as he waved bye to her. Heading up the large marble staircase, she couldn't control how she was feeling. She'd found her family.

~*~

That afternoon, Olivia ate lunch quickly and hurried off to the library. Tobias hadn't been at lunch, so she figured he was already searching through books.

Books in hand, Olivia shuffled off down the corridor. She came to the door of the library and opened it quietly, stepping in and shutting it gently shut behind her.

When she saw him, her heart skipped a beat and she felt warmth spread through her. It was like coming home afterschool to find your family sitting down and waiting for you. Something she'd always craved.

He glanced up and saw her there, smiling and standing up to greet her. "Olivia..." he said softly as he hugged her.

"Have you found anything?" Olivia asked, pulling out of the hug and turning to check what book he had been reading.

"Not yet, I was waiting until you got here to check out the restricted section...c'mon." Tobias said, motioning for her to follow him to the back of the deserted library.

The door to the restricted section was locked, but a small incantation ("Alohamora"), changed that. Moving aside to let her walk through, Tobias shut the door behind them and led her through the musty section of the library.

Old and tattered books stood on high shelves covered in thick layers of dust. Chains hung from the ceilings, almost as if they were guarding the books.

Tobias pulled out his wand and whispered "Lumos". The tip glowed brightly and lit up a small section of the floor. Moving his way across the shelves, he looked for anything having to do with records.

Olivia didn't follow him. Instead, she went in the other direction, scoping out a dark and damp area in the corner. She lit her own wand and searched the shelves nervously.

She stopped suddenly, reading the title on the side of one of the dusty books. "The Ministry of Magic Records - 1980 through 1990." she murmered to herself, a smile coming to her face.

"Tobias! Come quick, I think I've found something!" she said in a loud whisper. Tobias hurried over and joined her as she lifted the book from the shelf and began to open it on a small table.

"Wait! Don't open it yet." Tobias said, moving Olivia gently aside. "These books are dangerous."

Olivia watched as Tobias whispered a strange incantation she wasn't familiar with to the book, and watched as it opened slowly by itself.

"Weird." Olivia muttered, watching intently as Tobias began flipping through the pages.

"Well, if we were born in 1985, then our parents probably died around 1986...ah! I think this...was it..." Tobias was now running his fingers over a whited out paragraph that had the title: Men and Women killed by the Dark Forces.

"Why is it whited out?" Olivia wondered aloud, looking at Tobias strangely as he lifted his wand and pointed it at the paragraph. "Blancoso," he whispered.

The white out over the paragraph melted off the page and words were now visible in it's place.

"Four people were killed 2 months into the year of 1986 by the Dark Forces. Voldemort ransacked one of the families houses in which all four of them were residing for the evening. Escaping death were two young children -"

A loud noise behind them made them turn around sharply. The librarian had returned. "Shoot, c'mon!" Tobias said, shutting the book and grabbing Olivia's hand, hurrying her out of the restricted section.

They hurried out of the library altogether, neither of them muttering a word until they had gotten outside.

They walked towards the tree by the lake and sat down, each of them out of breath and speechless.

"We have to go to Dumbledore..." Olivia said finally, breaking the silence. Tobias looked over at her, then nodded in agreement.

"Maybe we should go right now."

Olivia nodded and they set off to Dumbledore's office.

Reaching the large statue that opened up into stairs leading to the Headmasters office, Tobias said the password. The stairs began to move up and they stepped on them, letting themselves be carried up towards the office door.

Once reaching it, they knocked briefly before pushing the door open and stepping inside. Dumbledore stood at his desk, flipping through dozens of stacks of papers seemingly frantically.

"Umm...Professor Dumbledore?" Olivia said, a bit caught off guard at the calm and collected Headmaster being distraught.

"Oh, hello Miss Freeman and Mr. Young." Dumbledore said, looking very worn and tired indeed. "What is it you need?"

"We need to ask you about our parents..."

"I'm so sorry, but that story will have to wait," Dumbledore said, looking very exasperated. "I recieved an owl from the Ministry and I must leave at once."

"Could you at least tell us who they were? Just so we aren't living in the dark any longer?"

"All I can tell you, Olivia, is that they were brave Aurors who fought courageously against Voldemort but paid the ultimate price for doing so...now I must go." The older wizard grabbed the piece of parchment that he had been looking for and hurried out of his office, not even saying goodbye.

"I've never seen him this way..." Tobias said thoughtfully.

"We still haven't found out anything that we didn't know already." Olivia said, a bit upset.

"Well one thing is for sure, Voldemort killed our parents and he must die because of it."

Olivia looked up at Tobias, a bit alarmed. "How can we kill Voldemort? No one has even come close...well except Harry..."

"But did Harry ever PLAN on killing Voldemort?"

"Well...no..."

"Exactly."

Olivia looked up at him, staring into his hazel eyes. She noticed that in his hand he was clutching his half of the picture, and pulled her own out, placing it with his.

"We will destroy Voldemort for taking away what we should rightfully have." she said quietly, holding the two halves of the picture up together, making them one.

~*~