(A/N: Two more chapters. This one's kind of short. I'll write the next one tonight probably. Thanks for sticking with me, throughout my turtle-slow updates. Hehe.)

No one came to visit me in my hospital bed at all. Maybe it was Madam Pomfrey's fault or maybe nobody wanted to see me. It's amazing how many tears the human body is capable of producing. Really, it is. I sank in and out of sleep like a submarine surfacing and submerging in the ocean. My legs were fine by the next morning but apparently the spell had been a strange one and my body needed time to recuperate. I was kept in near-isolation except for a conversation with Dumbledore and Pomfrey's daily check-ups. However, I discovered soon after my release that there were others in the hospital wing besides me. Hermione and Ron had been injured pretty badly during a fight that Dumbledore told me about.

Sirius was dead.

Oh my gods, Sirius was dead.

Nothing was all right anymore, everything was wrong. The hallways were full of whispers and worries, gossip and gasps; it was a dangerous place to roam. I found Harry by the lake, gray-faced and blurry-eyed. I wanted both to hug him and to avoid him, as terrible as that is. He stared into the waters as though begging them to suck him inside.

Slowly, I approached him, not sure what to do.

"Hey," I said softly. He jumped and stared at me.

"Hi," he muttered gruffly.

I sat cautiously by his side, not knowing what to say or do. I heard a group of people laughing behind me. It felt offensive and I wanted to lash out or cry again. And again. And again.

"I heard about Sirius," I choked out.

"Did you," Harry whispered coldly. "I suppose you also heard that it's my fault he's dead?"

I jumped at his tone. "No, it's not your fault-."

"Everyone I know will die because of me and Voldemort. I have to kill him." Harry stood and glared at me. "You should never have come here."

"Harry- you're not alone-."

"You don't know what you're talking about!"

I stood and glared back at him, eyes glassy and nose aching. I felt my face boiling.

"I am the Aviata," I hissed, "I know what I'm talking about," my lip curled.

He still didn't back down, his face was still glowing. "Yeah?! Well it's not like people have been DYING to save you for your stupidity!"

"Really?! My PARENTS died because I was onboard! Everyone on that fucking plane died! So don't you even think for one second that I don't understand!" I jabbed my finger at him. I thought for a second that Harry was going to hit me, but Ron was soon there and jumped in front of Harry.

Hermione had come up behind me and grabbed my arm urgently.

"Come on! Let's go now!" Hermione began to drag me away. I had wanted to hurt Harry and I couldn't really justify it, all I knew was that I was so full of emotions that I thought I would explode.

The end of the year feast was nothing I would have done again. The only good part was when Umbridge was chased out of Hogwarts by Peeves and his bag of chalk. It gave everyone a jolly chuckle. Then I was again reminded of the fact that I was the Aviata and life sucked.

Things got better on the train ride home. I was going to stay with the Weasley's, I was told, so that would be okay. There was a bit of a run-in with Crabbe, Goyle and Malfoy but that ended well enough. For us. When the train had finally returned to King's Cross Station, everyone was unloading and leaving save for Harry and myself. Ron was dragged physically from the compartment by an irritable Hermione.

Awkward silence was passed between us.

"I'm really sorry," I punctured it. "I was so stupid the other day. Please forgive me."

Harry nodded, grinning sheepishly. "It was a two-sided thing,"

I hugged him and we got off together.

We were greeted immediately by Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, the Twins, Mad-Eye Moody, Tonks and Lupin. The Weasley's took me back to the Black House and there Ginny and I roomed together. Fred and George were constantly in and out of the house, back and forth from business and back again.

"I still can't believe how successful they've been," Ron said in amazement one afternoon as Ginny, he and I sat around a table outside playing exploding snap.

"Well, they've earned it," Ginny shrugged.

"Def," I agreed, placing a card down cautiously. It had taken awhile for people to treat me normally again in Grimmauld place. Tonks was probably the first to treat me as though I weren't some breakable object. She took the proper approach in thinking that I didn't want to think about it anymore. Moody kept teaching me spells to protect myself and while that was helpful, it definitely freaked me out. Voldemort had avoided my dreams over the summer, which I appreciated to no end. I definitely didn't think I could take anymore of him. Then again….

The worst thing was what Dumbledore had said to me the last time I was in the Hospital Wing. If there was anything that could cling to my mind more than those last words that passed between us, it didn't exist in this universe.

"Not that I desire in anyway to add onto your load," Dumbledore had said gently, "but I do think that your role has come into play. When you are ready, and the time is right, it might save us all."

I knew what he meant and I felt kind of sick just thinking about it.

Mrs. Weasley came out with a plate of sandwiches just as Ron's card exploded, sending the deck into a chain reaction and singeing his face.

"Lost again," he sighed. "Thanks Mum,"

"Oh, and Hermione's coming tomorrow, dears," Mrs. Weasley said as she left, leaving the plate on the table.

That meant that Harry was coming soon too.

"Play again?" Ginny said evilly.

"I've lost every time," Ron grumbled, "I'm done with this mess," he pointed to the ashes of cards that were slowly reassembling on the table.

"You're the loser then," I said with an air of finality. "Jolly good show, old boy."

Ron pulled a face. "Don't try imitating our lingo again, you really stink at it."

"Ouch."

Ginny laughed.

Fzzt! BAM!

"Ack!" The three of us cried out in unison as three things landed in crackling glory beside us, sending jets of light flying around the yards.

"And we're back!" George said triumphantly.

"With a bit of extra packaging," Fred said, patting someone's shoulder.

Harry was coughing.

Ginny and I convulsed in surprise.

"Harry!" Ron shouted. "You're back!"

"Harry!" Ginny squealed, knocking her chair back in excitement. "You're here early!"

"Yeah," Harry chuckled, "the Dursley's got sick of me rather early on, so Fred and George thought they'd practice using this new Poof Powder stuff."

"It's quite good," Fred nodded, his green dragon-scale jacket glinting in the sunlight. "You should all buy some. Discount for family and friends."

"We don't all have a thousand galleons on hand," Ron sniffed.

I stared at Harry. He looked a lot different than I remembered. His shoulders had gotten broader and he had gotten taller. A tinge of green envy came to my eyes as I saw Ginny looking at him in a new way, but I stood slowly and grinned at him.

"Favian!" Harry beamed eagerly. "Sorry I didn't respond to your letter,"

I grinned at him. "'S okay, letter-writing is overrated anyway."

"Oh Harry!" Mrs. Weasley came bounding outside again. "Oh you're here! You're here! Sixteen now, right? Oh Harry! You've gotten so tall!" She crushed him in a massive hug. His glasses askew, Harry backed away. He looked healthier and happier than he had at the end of term and I felt my heart take a turn.

He had always been attractive but now he was sexy.

Oh gods, here we go, I thought, turning red at my own thoughts.

"Whenever you're ready,"

Harry and Ron were talking animatedly while Ginny shuffled the exploding snap deck. The twins sat down with us as we engaged in another game.

"You know, more members, I have a better shot at winning," Ron said hopefully.

Harry glanced at me and gave me a smile. No, not a smile, a sexy smile.

I remembered vaguely in seventh grade (in the States) how all of the boys had cracking, but mainly high-pitched voices and how by eighth grade they had all dropped to basses and how they were suddenly much more appealing. That sort of attraction paled in comparison to what I suddenly felt then. It was almost as though I might drag him away and take advantage of him in the woods.

"Hey Ron," Fred started, laying down a card, "that friend Hermione of yours came by over break," he looked suggestively at his brother.

"Yeah, and she was asking about you," George winked at Fred.

Ron turned immediately red to the roots of his ginger hair. And the deck exploded in his face. Everyone burst into helpless laughter.

In the middle of November, Harry and I walked alone into the Forbidden Forest. School had been very grim and people had been disappearing and dying. There was nothing else for it. Voldemort had to go.

"I think it's time,"

"You sure you're ready?" Harry asked gently.

I nodded. My throat clenched. I had never been so nervous. "Promise me you'll kick Voldemort where it hurts most."

"I promise."