Okay, again I'm continuing this story late at night, because I have nothing better to do. That and my parents want help and whomsoever is the least busy out of my brother, sister and I is always the one roped into it. And I hate work, and having to go to ACC (Austin Community College) over summer is really making me feel down. So, on with the madness!

"I had another dream!" hissed Harry at breakfast, halting the movement of forks to mouths for his friends Hermione and Ron.

"What happened?" asked Hermione, "We really need more information if we're ever going to figure out what exactly this thing is that we're searching for!"

"Well, we've been bought some time to search for it, Voldemort, oh Ron honestly, stop shaking it's just a name! Voldemort doesn't know what it is either! But, it gave a brief power surge too, so he's even more determined to find it, what ever it is." Harry told them, leaning forward as he spoke, getting a sleeve dangerously close to his eggs.

He drowned his pumpkin juice as Hermione hummed a bit, pulling out a small notebook and making a mark. "I think...well, too soon to tell. Did the dream tell you anything else?"

Harry gave her a flat look and began to eat again without answering.

With a triumphant shout, Harry's hand closed over the struggling snitch. Ron leapt to his feet, throwing his hands into the air and screaming himself hoarse and still having his voice drowned out by the crowd! Griffindor beat Hufflepuff and was in the running for Quiddich Cup! Sure, that meant they had to face Slytherin, but that was to be expected.

Ron looked across the stands and stiffly glared at the booing serpents. Aqua-theta's dark hair was frizzy in the chilly weather, and she was spouting cruel remarks with the best of them. He turned away to see Hermione looking at him questioningly.

"Funny how they haven't figured it out yet." He said to her, voice only slightly rough.

"It is, isn't it?" she said. Of course, when they both started laughing, only Ron knew how funny it really was.

"Boys!" squealed Hermione. She seemed to be in a very urgent mood, because she was rushing up to them in the Great Hall. And Hermione always tried her best to be tranquil.

"Herm!" Ron gritted out between his teeth. It was breakfast time on the day of the match against Slytherin. Harry was a ball of nerves, and wasn't eating, even though he'd beaten their house rivals before.

Harry gave them a weak smile that did not encourage them. "Don't worry about it." Harry murmured. "I've beaten them before, lots of times." Ron's lips thinned a bit and he gave Hermione a pleading look. Her resolve dissolved.

"Fine. It can wait."

I debated stopping here for today...and then decided that I still didn't want to get pulled into working. You lucky person you!

Fred and George threw just about the largest Cup party yet. Refreshments and Butterbeer littered the common room's small study tables, and even McGonnagle couldn't yell them into submission. Hermione's important message was forgotten in the haze of victory.

Ron lazily picked himself up off the trashed floor and headed toward the portrait hole.

"Ron! Where you going, mate?" asked a woozy George. Or, at least, Ron thought it was George, he never had Bill's knack of telling to two apart. No one did.

Harry and Hermione looked up as well.

"Out for a bit. The party is great, no doubt! But I'm getting a headache from all the shouting. Hopefully the blasted thing will go away by the time I'm back for more celebration!" Ron answered his brother.

"Okay, well, come back soon, and don't get caught by filch!" Hermione called after him as the portrait swung shut to slam somewhat quietly behind him.

He really only planned on walking about in the corridors, but his feet wandered down to the entrance hall and out the large oak double doors before he really got a hold of himself. It was REALLY cold out, tonight.

Ron strolled into the gardens, admiring the twinkling diamond and ruby stars. Then, out of the shadows beyond the next twist in the path, was a sniffle.

Immediately, Ron's crunching footsteps halted, and he waited.
Another pathetic attempt was made to cover up the sound evidence of tears. Ron crept around the corner as quietly as he could. And then a pebble shifted under his foot and a scraping sound ripped the near-silence.

The girl's dark head snapped up to glare at him, an red-headed gangly teen, trying to sneak up to her, looking like a child with his hand in the cookie jar.

Ron saw Aqua-Theta.

"What do you want, Griffindor?" she spat, the effect lost because she was still wiping her nose with her sleeve.

"Why are you crying?" Ron asked the first year innocently, stepping out into her sights completely, and praying she didn't try to curse him. What luck as to not have his wand with him! She was a little more than upset at being interrupted in her reverie.

"Why should you care, weasel?!" She tried, yet again, in vain, to be left alone.

Ron glanced at the ground and folded his hands behind his back. He stepped toward the hard stone bench she sat upon, and took his leisure to set himself next to her. At a respectable distance, of course.

She scoffed, err, tried to scoff at him, and scoot away, and found a strong arm around her shoulders. Her half hearted attempts to push the offending appendage and it's attached body away from her were fruitless. She turned her face to his and opened her mouth to yell and tell him off, and choked.

He was giving her a look.

"Why shouldn't I care, Aqua-Theta?"

A nearly full moon framed his hair, giving it a blue glow like the Pyro Sept's special blue flames made by a blind one—Red at the bottom, but fringes of blue around it in a halo of light.

"How do you know that name?" she asked quietly. Voice all but stolen away.

"There are two people in the Order who would know your name. So tell me, who am I?" He asked her, using the calm tones he used in their meetings.

Briefly her mind went blank. Her mouth dried, and she desperately scrounged her mind for anything. Aqua-Alfa! But, Aqua-Alfa was a girl, so...it clicked and she gasped.

"Skull-sk-skull One! You're Skull One!" She sputtered.

"Yes." Her eyes widened. Skull One was sixth level! She admired him, and he was a Griffindor?! "Now, tell me...Why was out little seeing one crying?" Skull One asked, concerned for the dark haired girl. It was evident in his father-like tone.

"Slytherin lost, now everyone in the common room is being, well, really hostile toward each other. It's just so...so...LONELY! We never seem to get along without some sort of false face! We have to be the best! And it just...You can't make any friends. Only allies in a cause."

"You know, Theta, I've seen the way you insult others for fun with your friends. And I can't help seeing the seriousness in your eyes that sears straight to your heart. And then I think to myself: How ironic. If is not a hidden fact many Slytherins see mostly face value of a person, but look who you befriend when face value isn't an option."

"What do you mean? The Order is just a bunch of Hogwarts students, right? We're just learning to use our magic differently, and depending on which house we're in, we go to a different Sept, right?" she wondered, asking for answers most never even speculate.

"Wrong!" Skull One laughed, "Muggles can be Psi, it's just as likely as wizards can be. Aqua-Delta is a perfect example of that. And look, you get on better with him then any other person on this campus! We are all around the world, in fact, I have to attend an international meeting in three weeks."

Aqua-Theta gave Ron the most shocked look he'd ever been given...

"What do I do, then?"

"Anything you think you should do, nothing more—But if you should do it, don't hesitate to. You never know when you'll be too late." He told her, stroking her hair and tucking a few loose bits behind her ears.

She straightened, tears dry, to face forward and gaze faintly at the dark forest, with its menacing shadows and deep mystery. "I guess so..."

Ron rose and held out his hand to the young girl.

"Let's go, Theta."

She let him lead her away back to the warm castle halls.

Yeah. Now I have to leave off. I think this is the longest part yet! By a few pages at least! BAH! Time to go take a bath! I have exams tomorrow! (Well, actually, it's supposed to be an exam, but the teacher is too lazy to make one, so really it's more of a party with the exams resuming the next day...oh well.