Ch.1

"So what your basically saying is that you want me to go back to Hogwarts to help Harry out with his godfathers passing?" I said to my fireplace.

"Yes," it replied. "They also want you to tell him more of his past. Since you're the only other person to survive the-"

"But Charlie, you know very well that your ministry won't allow me to come back. Besides, what makes you think I can help Harry with the passing of his godfather? Remember, Sirius was my father. He did adopt me before he went to Askaban," I replied, looking at the floating head in my fireplace. I couldn't believe that the head looking at me in the fireplace was the same head that thought of different types of dragons during our years at Hogwarts.

"But Spear, I just thought that since you are know the closes thing to family that Harry has-"

"Besides those muggles he's living with?"

"Besides those muggles that he lives with. Look, you know the Potters more then any kid will ever know, remember that. You told me that all the time!" Charlie yelled.

"You and only you Charlie! You've known that since I told you in Hogwarts, remember?" I yelled back.

Charlie's head looked at me straight in the eye. His green eyes looked so beautiful with all the flames surrounding him. They reminded me so much of... no, I promised myself I would stop thinking of him.

"At least think about it Spear, ok? I'll get in contact with you before 4. The order wants an answer by 5. See ya," he said.

"Bye Charlie," I replied to the now headless fireplace. I stood there for a couple of minutes, watching the fire until my eyes started to hurt. I took off my glasses that I was wearing and collapsed on to the sofa. I closed my eyes and laid my head back on the armrest of the sofa.

I thought to myself, 'Why does the Order want me? I told Dumbledore and Sirius as well that I didn't want to come back to see Harry. Just thought of it brought back visions of that night!'

I then received three flashes of green lights, the first two with an evil laughter. The last with a cry of a baby and my voice yelling out for it.

I then opened my eyes. 'Just the thinking of Harry brought out those thoughts! What am I supposed to do? If I even see Harry, the memories will come back ten times worse!'

I sighed and the looked at the nearest clock. It was already 2. "Just two more hours before Charlie comes back. Why did he have to ask me!" I said aloud.

I got up from the couch and walked to my bedroom and looked at myself in the nearest mirror. "I hate being a girl," I said to my reflection.

"Well, the muggles here have surgery now for that you know," the mirror responded back.

"Oh shut up!" I yelled at the mirror. "You didn't have to respond back you know!"

"Just telling you what I know," the mirror said once more before it remained silent.

I just kept looking at my reflection. I moved a strand of my straight black hair from my face. I guess I couldn't complain about the way I looked. I guess you can say that I'm a cute girl. I have pencil thin, slightly arched eyebrows, a small, thin nose, and full red lips. The only things that I really liked about my face were my eyes. They are a deep, gorgeous ocean blue.

I looked at the rest of my body. I was perfectly tanned from head to toe. I smiled at this but then frowned. I only wished that I were a little taller. I felt that being 5 ' 2" wasn't enough.

"For someone who doesn't like being a girl, you sure do spend enough time in front of the mirror. Of course, I'm not complaining," my mirror said.

I continued looking at myself in the mirror for one more minute. I then went to my bed and got a sheet. I went one more time to the mirror.

"I made my decision. Even though I know I'm going to regret this later though. I decided that I'm going to go back. I'm going to try to help Harry with what's going on," I said to my reflection.

"Well that's nice of you... or is it because you want to see a certain Weasley?" my mirror said to me.

"Oh, SHUT UP!!!" I yelled at the mirror as I threw the sheet over it.

"Hey! That wasn't nice!" I mirror yelled as I left the room.

I need to find better company,I thought while walking back to my couch.

I looked at my watch and then at the fireplace. It was only 3 so I decided to take a nap before Charlie came.

Hey, your dream might be happy this time, I thought to myself. I let out a scornful laugh.

"Since when are my dreams happy?"

Since you were with Bill, my subconscious answered.

"Oh be quiet!" I said while laying my head on the sofa arm.

You know its true, it replied one last time before I drifted off the sleep.