Disclaimer: nanai not mine.

From here on out, we'll start to see a little bit more of Nina's character and background, hope you enjoy.


The long ride on the train used to be something she enjoyed. It bothered her more than she cared to admit that this time around her mind was plagued and full. She couldn't find comfort in the silence anymore, now it was heavy with wrongdoings, fear and guilt.

And it certainly didn't help one bit, when Potter, the one and only, decided to spend his time going up and down the train making a fuss. Sometimes she swore she could throttle him.

Why couldn't he just stay put til the end of the trial. What did he tell them. And what happened to Barty Crouch Jr. Was he dead ? Cedric wasn't. He was very much alive and pissed off at Harry. If Barty wasn't dead he would be back at Azkaban, perhaps questioned or awaiting trial, or maybe not. The poor bastard didn't get one the first time around, when he was only seventeen. Now that he killed his father, the chances were astronomical. And even if he mentioned anything about Voldemort returning, they wouldn't believe him.

So she could safely assume Professor Dumbledore wouldn't go public. He had no way of raising alarm to Voldemort's come back, without a tragedy looming above them.

Without a tragic death no one would feel the need to question their Ministry, she was sure the old man would probably have trouble even convincing his closest allies.

She only left him his own speculations and a vague note. And only a few would take the word of a former death eater as absolute, trusted by Dumbledore or not.

The usual suspects would follow the Order's directions. And their faith would relly on what Dumbledore believed.

She barely got to the bathroom, when the contents of her stomach came out. The sickness stayed for days, the tight ball of frustrated screams and tears where at the very top of her stomach, waiting for her to get home.

She should have never tried, what if she just decimated eighty percent of their chances at victory. Her breath hitched and she put a thight fist in her mouth. A mantra the only thing keeping her together.

Stop thinking. Stop fucking thinking. You'll fix it and everything will be okay. You know how to fix it. You will fix it. No more waiting. This summer you'll fix it.

Breathing in and out, and focusing on the beautiful landscape passing by helped her get her head back to a functioning state. She still had a long way home.

Just as expected, no one was awaiting her arrival. She passed the throng of people zigzagging family members and running children until she was out of the station. There she took a taxi and went straight to the airport, the flight was shorter than the train ride from Hogwarts. Only two hours and fifty five minutes. And she only had to wait two hours before she could fly home.


Getting her keys out from her backpack, she went inside to a dark living room. There was no use calling out her arrival, since no one was home, she supposed her mother was probably working or meeting some friends. Despite her growling stomach she didn't have the energy to face her mother after such a disastrous year.

She went to her room for a bath and then straight to bed.

The floating feeling came first like always. She loved it. It muted everything instantly, just like getting your head underwater.Sense and sight came after, the contrast of cold water on her magically warmed body was soothing. And the cute little lights floating around her teased her to follow. So she did.She swam towards the little lights close enough to see the edges of the little creatures. Small and strange looking some of them eery, with strange teeth and appendages. Soon enough she could focus on everything around her and the darkness of her surroundings came to life. From rock edges to the sand at the bottom, everything shined with its own light, its own energy. Moving her hands together to swim near the rocky edges she noticed a strange shape, clinging to her arm like and image blurring to show something else. She moved her arm to get it off, but grew uneasy when her slender arm became a very male looking arm. That wasn't her arm but she was moving it.Her agitation grew and her movements went frantic, she focused her magic downwards to get to the surface and soon enough broke out of the water into a cold night. She was floating upwards and her limbs were still blurred. This wasn't her doing, she wasn't...A gasp took her focus away from herself and what she saw stopped her dead. Harry Potter was there, trapped in the arms of the angel of death statue. He was still and wide eyed.A sick feeling started to spread over every fiber of her nerves, and the wrongness and displacement she was used to feeling went tenfold.She didn't want to look but she didn't seem much in control of anything right now. Her arms were not blurry anymore, they were strong and pale and male. She looked at her hands the same hands that gripped her face with hateful intent, not even five days ago and screamed.

"Nina, what is it" the woman that came in looked as scared as the girl sweating buckets in her bed. She seemed to look around for anything weird and then look at her daughter for a second.

"Are you having a fever, honey?"

She couldn't speak, her throat felt raw as all hell. She shook her head to the woman and waved her hand in dismissal.

"Alright well, go get in the shower, we're having churros and chocolate to celebrate" She seemed to notice the girl not moving an inch "you better move if you don't want your churros all soggy"

That seemed to jumpstart her brain enough to move, although, more like a baby deer than a two legged person.

Her mantra through the shower was the same. Don't think, it was just a dream, just don't think about it.