A/N: Thanks for all the reviews!!! It means a lot. And no, (is this the second or third time? :) ) I do not think this is really going to happen. Tell you what. If my nose turns blue tomorrow morning, I will.

But seriously. Thanks. And I know I took awhile getting this up here – my computer is having difficulties.

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The night just kept getting longer and longer. Parkinson and her fellow Slytherins were forced to leave the party – they fought Voldemort but we were about to fight them. Anyway, they weren't technically members of the D.A. They just worked with it. Honestly, I can't believe Harry invited them.

But I'll live. Lavender came up to me, and questioned me about the prophecy. She obviously didn't believe that she hadn't said one.

"Come on, Gin, tell me." she whined. "What did I say?"

"You just sort of mumbled." I told her, averting my eyes. She narrowed hers.

"Well I just want you to know I don't believe you for a minute, Ginevra Weasley." Lavender announced primly. Then she strode off, presumably to Neville so he could heal her wounded pride. George came up to me, laughing as soon as she was gone.

"Well, Ginevra Weasley," his eyes twinkled. "I just want to let you to know that I heard the prophecy. I can go tell her if you like-"he made a motion as if to follow her. Groaning, he pulled on his arm.

"No, seriously, don't" I said.

"Actually, I came over to talk to you about that, myself. I just couldn't get in a word with you earlier, seeing as you were the life of the party." He teased, grinning at me.

"George-"

"Well, in case you haven't noticed, you're the only one who's talked with all the different groups."

I raised my eyebrows. "And what exactly do you mean by that?"

"Well, you talked with Fred and 'Gelina, who fit the joking criteria," he gestured to the couple that was making out in a corner, "You talked to Miss Popularity – I mean that Parvati, Lavender's on the strange side, Neville's a klutz, and you've talked to a geek, Seamus Finnegan." George pointed at Seamus, who was at the moment spouting off random facts about some realtor's theories about Pluto.

I shook my head sadly. "and you never would've thought it from how he acted in school. Honestly! I mean- Hey!" I had a sudden thought. "Parvati was obviously with Seamus, and she with Lavender and Neville-"

"But she never was with the Boy-Who-Lived, or us Jokers."

"What's up with you, anway? You're, like analyzing me."

"Other than the fact that I haven't seen you in two years, and you were recently the subject of an interesting prophecy." Then George's expression darkened. "About that. Can you remember any of it? I want to make sure I heard it right."

I rubbed my eyes. "George, its 10:30 now. Lavender prophesied or whatever about three hours ago. Do you really expect me to remember word for word?"

He shook his head. "Just wanted to check before big bro over there makes me pay a dollar for the info. HEY! FRED!"

Fred materialized suddenly next to him, and time seemed to stand still. Well, actually it did. I guess Fred didn't want to interrupt a kiss with Angelina, cuz noone was moving but us three. "What?" he asked irritatedly.

"What was the prophecy?" George asked his twin patiently.

"Oh that." Fred shrugged. "I think it was something like this:

the flower brings treachery

armies can bring memories

but only love can heal

the ring will tell a secret story

the kiss will seal

let the King go

laugh, and sometimes cry

sometimes it takes the innocent longer to live

and shorter to die

Live while you're alive."

I stared at my older brother. "And you know that, how? And you people didn't even hear it!"

He grinned down at me. "Live and learn little sis. Live and learn." Then time went back to normal as he disapeared, and reapeared next to Angelina as if nothing happened. George, who was still standing by me, frowned.

"The flower... the flower... Parkinson!" he shouted, and several people turned to stare at us.

"What is up with you these days?" I raised my eyebrows.

"Pansy Parkinson! She betrayed us by truning Neville into a lion!"

I frowned, "But would that be enough to be considered 'treachery'?"

I punched me in the arm. "You sound exactly like our dear Ronniekins sometimes, little sis. Juust go with the flow!"

I was about to clear my throat - which at the moment was kinda dry - and tell him to "Shut up!" until there was this huge explosion and we were knocked flat.

A?N: I don't know exactly wheer this si going. I used to have a pretty good idea, and this was going to be the second to last chapter, but tis obviously not goign to work out like that...