The house was three floors of magnificent beauty, and Harry felt his heart go lighter with each pacing second.

"So Harry, what do you think?" Emily said once they finished the tour.

"It's amazing! A-and you're sure it's all mine?"

"Quite sure Harry." She said smiling, "Well I guess my job is done here. I will be leaving then. Have a nice life Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny. It was wonderful to have met you."

She turned and started walking away, "Oh, and Ron? I can read people's eyes very well, and I surely tell you that I do not know every thing," She said looking back and winking before walking out of the manor.

"Wait Emily! You can't go now!" Harry yelled as he ran out the door after her, "Can't you stay? Please?"

"Harry," She said quietly, "I'd rather not impose on your friends like that. I'm not stupid Harry, I know they loathe me. It would unfair to them and you if I stayed."

"Please! Just for one night! If they still hate you in the morning than you can leave forever if you like. But we all have learned not to trust people at first! They can't help it."

"That, sadly, is or was the world we lived in…Fine Harry I'll stay, but one night only, don't you think you can keep conning me in to doing things for you. It doesn't work that way I'll have you know. Not that way at all."

"Thank you Emily. You don't know what this means to me."

Later that night

Hermione had just woken up from a horrific nightmare in which Ron had died saving her life. She decided that she couldn't go back to sleep with an image like that in her head so she decided to wander around for a bit.

She saw a light coming from what she remembered to be the study. She walked and saw the top of a protruding over the edge of a chair.

"Hello? Who is there?" Hermione called.

"Hello Hermione, I'm surprised your up at this time."

"Oh Emily you scared me."

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to. Here come sit down by the fire, and you can tell me why your up at this hour."

"You can start," Hermione said sitting on the fluffy sofa in front of the blazing fireplace.

"I have insomnia. I hardly get any sleep."

"Don't you get tired during the day."

"Of course, but no one ever notices because I rarely show it. So what seems to be troubling you tonight Hermione?"

"I had a nightmare."

"You died?"

"What?" It is like she's reading my mind, Hermione thought.

"Generally when someone has had a nightmare and can't go to sleep it means someone died in their dreams. Usually someone important. Very important."

"Well your right. It was about Ron. It's strange though I have been having these dreams for a while now and I don't know why."

"You know Hermione, for someone as smart as you, you really can be quite thich sometimes can't you?"

Hermione just looked at Emily with a bewildered expression on her face.

"Hermione, you keep dreaming about Ron because you can't stop thinking abut Ron, and you can't stop thinking about Ron because your in love with him."