Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. The following characters also do not truly belong to me because I stole them from good friends of mine. They are: Angelique (the loffly Emileigh), Bekka (the cute Karmen), Hope (the skanky Elissa), and Carla (Lauren who is quite silly).

A/N: This chapter was incredibly difficult to write and I apologize for such a late update. The next few chapters will come out much faster for many reasons: 1.) Field Hockey is over, 2.)  The next chapters will have more character building and less dialogue, and 3.) I have already started the next chapter and am almost halfway done.

For Elissa (The skanky beta), Samantha(the girl with no stomach), and Mea(who gave me a really sweet review, is a talent writer, and e-mailed me to tell me I was too slow on updating, making me work faster).

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He was lying on the floor of the dungeon, crumpled on his back, his fair hair splayed over his face and matted blood on his shirt. He was clearly knocked out from the last spell.

A tall man cloaked in black knelt beside the boy, an oddly a kind gesture considering he was the one who knocked the boy out. "Enervate," he whispered. The boy made no movement to react to the spell. The elder man drew back his foot and kicked the youth in the ribs. "Do you give up?" he asked, sneering.

"One more time." answered the boy, in a stronger voice than he felt.

"Why do you defy me, boy?" asked the blonde man. "The Dark Lord accepts only the best at taking orders. Do you not wish to serve my master?"

"Of course I do, Father." replied the boy silkily. "But wouldn't you have another go, if you were me? I only wish to be an admirable servant to the Dark Lord."


"Admirable intentions, boy. What year is he now, Lucius?" asked a new voice. It was unnaturally high but undoubtedly a man's.

Both the man and the boy jumped and looked at the newcomer. He was tall and thin, with a pale face and scarlet eyes, his long fingers twirling his wand. "He is to begin his 6th year at the start of September, My Lord." said the man, bowing deeply to his master and kissing the hem of his robes.

"Excellent. I am sure he will make an excellent servant to me, will you not, my boy?"

"Of course, My Lord." said the boy, bowing his head.

"I am here to warn you of something of great importance, Lucius. My seer gave me a cryptic warning that involves your son. I have transferred the memory into this glass. I trust you will dispose of it when you are finished." The Dark Lord hand the bottle to the man. "And another thing," he said, opening his palm and showing a glittering chain and a white sparkling pendant, too pretty to be real, "Have your son wear this always, as it will be crucial to the fate my dear Lucia predicted. I trust we will be seeing each other soon, Lucius." the man vanished as silently as he arrived.

"Stand back Draco." said the older man. The boy obliged, noting the glass warily as his elder opened it.

A cloud of smoke erupted from the bottle and a miniature figure of a pretty young woman with raven black hair emerged.

"The fate of the world is in the hands of four children, born on the witches Sabbaths. The emerald, the diamond, the ruby, and the amethyst. A spell will unite them, while a sickness will divide them. And the three surviving will bond together and form a new rule to avenge the lost - "

"Sirius!"


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Ginny awoke with a start. Harry was having nightmares again. It was always the same one, and it always interrupted her dreams, which seemed to be significant. She couldn't quite recall who the people were though. A boy and his father. And The Dark Lord. Yes. Tom's disgraced older self was most definitely there. And there was a prophecy. "The world is in the kids' hands born on witches Sabbaths. Emeralds, diamonds, rubies, and amethysts. They will rule together except the sick one." Or something like that, Ginny couldn't remember now.

She sighed and rolled onto her side to grab her dream journal. She hadn't really wanted to start a dream journal, but when her dreams about that boy and his father continued every night, she couldn't really help but think that these dreams were important. Scribbling down the more important points of her dream, Ginny listened to hear if Harry was still having his nightmare.

The Weasley's had been at home at the Burrow for almost a month now, which was fine by Ginny, because she had? always hated 12 Grimmauld place anyway. Why, it had Grim right in it's name! And who wanted to stay in a dirty old house with the stench of death hidden within its walls? Certainly not Ginny, that's for sure.

She rolled on her back, crossing her arms across her chest, her usual position for sleep. The true reason for their return to the Burrow was Harry. They knew that 12 Grimmauld Place was not a place where Harry could return. Especially with his reoccurring nightmares about Sirius's death.

Sirius's death plagued Harry's thoughts and took over him like a numbing sensation in his brain, taking over everything that was once wonderful. He barely talked to anyone anymore, not even Ron and Hermione. He only talked to Ginny because Dumbledore told him to, which Ginny still didn't understand, why did he have to talk to her and not his best friends? There was obviously something going on that she didn't know about. This was strengthened further on the day Harry arrived. Harry and Ginny had met with Dumbledore and were given the strangest pendants. Harry's with an emerald and Ginny's with a ruby. They had been instructed to wear them at all times.

Ginny instinctively stroked her pendant. She had grown accustomed to the cool, smooth weight on her neck. Closing her eyes, her thoughts drifted to what her summer could have been like.

She had been invited to her friend Kyle's beach house in Ireland for a week with her friends, but being stuck at the Order of the Phoenix Headquarters, she was unable to go. Evidently it turned out that at the end of the week, a bunch of sixth years(i.e. Dean, Seamus, Lavender, and Parvati) came to visit. Evidently, Dean was seeing Lavender, making a relationship between Ginny and him pretty hard to accomplish.

Which was fine, Ginny supposed, because she never really liked Dean anyway. But Ireland was so beautiful. And she hadn't been to the beach for over 3 years . . . And she missed her best friends.

Carla was the popular one. She was the one everyone wanted to be friends with, that had memorized every copy of Teen Witch Weekly, and was somewhat forgetful, and well, for a the lack of a better word, ditzy.

Hope was the beautiful one. She was the one who always looked just right, as though she had planned every last detail in her entrances, who created potions to make herself look even more beautiful, and had the unfortunate habit of doing things that lacked common sense(like counting her change in the middle of the road at Hogsmeade).

Angelique was the trustworthy one. She was the prefect, the tutor, the one you always went to for advice. But though she was the intellect, she often stressed out before exams, so you had to watch out when she got nervous.

Bekka was the girl-next-door. She was pretty and petite, and clever in her own right. She was the quiet mysterious one, more interested in books than in boys. She was afraid of her parents, extremely shy, and deathly afraid of not being a strong person.

Kyle, Zeb, and Dave were Ginny's guy friends. Kyle was dating Carla and Dave was dating Hope, both boys were fascinated with swords, and were skilled at fighting. Zeb was more quiet, he was a prefect along side Angelique and dreamt of becoming Cornelius Fudge's successor as Minister of Magic.

A knock on the door interrupted Ginny's thoughts. "Ginny? Are you awake?" asked a familiar voice.

"Sure, let me open the door." Ginny said, getting to her feet. The floor was cold, sending shivers down her back.

"Ginny." She looked up at a tall, thin boy with ink black hair and sapphire blue eyes. 'No, it can't be him.' Ginny thought, her heart contracting at the sight of the man who once made her life hell. 'He's gone now. He can't hurt my anymore. Not anymore . . .'  "Erm . . . Ginny?" She blinked. Now his eyes were green and framed with glasses. How odd.

"Oh Harry," said Ginny, mentally shaking herself. "Come in." she walked towards her bed, climbed on top of it, and kneeled on it with her elbows on her knees, staring at Harry with pensive tiredness. "You had another nightmare."

"So did you." Harry replied. He sat down on the bed next to Ginny. "Sometimes I wonder why? I mean, out of the millions of people in the world, why me?" He sighed, and looked up at the ceiling as if it beheld all the answers.

"Because you're a hero, Harry. As much as you don't want to be, you are. And I know it's a burden and it's not fair, but Harry, life isn't fair. The best thing you can do is to move on, and hope one day you'll get the chance to avenge Sirius. And your parents." Ginny whispered, looking deep into the pools of emerald that were Harry's eyes.

"Why do you say things like that? I'm not a hero, I'm not even a good person. I'd kill Voldemort if I got the chance, and you know I would Ginny. Would a hero do that? Could a hero do that and be glad? Gods, I'd do anything to avenge every single person he's killed. Anything, as long as they were okay. I can't move on, Gin, because I don't know where I can move on to." his voice was strained, his eyes betraying his emotions.

Ginny could feel her heart breaking into little pieces. "Harry, if you're not a good person, neither am I, because I'd kill Lucius Malfoy if I got the chance. But everyone feels that way, it doesn't make them bad people though, Harry. Especially you, because you have every right to hate You-Know-Who, and want to kill him. Killing him is your destiny, and even heroes kill sometimes." Ginny expelled her breath, near tears. "Killing Voldemort, wanting to kill Voldemort, doesn't make you a bad person. You could never be a bad person, ever. I promise."

"If only you knew you could keep your promise." Harry said, getting to his feet. "How do you know I couldn't be a bad person?" Ginny's mouth formed a small 'oh' of surprise and her eyes widened as she got to her feet. "Ginny," Harry whispered, grabbing her hands. "You are such a wonderful person, but it kills me when you say these things. You see what I should be, what you want me to be, but not who I really am. Sometimes I think if everyone knew the real me, they would hate me."

"Harry, I don't understand." Ginny whispered, tears threatening to spill from her eyes.

"You're so important to me, Ginny." Harry looked at Ginny with quiet desperation. Ginny noted his slow, quiet breathing and his pained green eyes. They were so close . . . too close . . .

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