It was during a DA meeting when everyone was distracted learning the new spell for that lesson that there was a low grumble coming from one of the walls. It got louder and louder until there was a noticeable hole in the wall. Harry moved everyone out of the way to get a closer look, and through the hole he could see Umbridge standing there with the Inquisitorial Squad standing behind her. He quickly turned, ran and told everyone to get down as he heard her casting a spell, "Bombarda Maxima".

All of the deemed 'Leaders' (Harry, Ron, Hermione, Neville, Luna, Ginny and Charlotte, because they'd been seen around the castle talking quietly to themselves so no one could hear) of the group had been taken by Umbridge for questioning. On the way to Umbridge's office, Harry and his friends were whispering, wondering how Umbridge could have found them. When Hermione had an idea, "What if someone in the group tipped her, or the Inquisitorial Squad off as to where we were holding meetings?"

Charlotte had told Georgia about the DA, but she was certain it wasn't her who had tipped Umbridge off. Surely she'd know that Charlotte would be in really big trouble if the group was found? So it couldn't have been her.

The group had been let of with a mass detention every night for the rest of the month, however it hadn't taken them long to be back in Umbridge's office. This time, they were floo calling Grimmauld Place because Harry was sure Sirius Black had been taken to the Ministry, the same place he saw Arthur Weasley. Of course though, they'd been caught and Umbridge had called for Professor Snape to bring some Veritaserum.

Luckily for the group, Umbridge had used it all already. Hermione and Harry had tricked Umbridge into following them into the Forbidden Forrest where she was taken by the Centaurs. Ron had also managed to trick Crabbe and Goyle, who had been left to watch over them, into eating a couple of Canary Creams that the twins had made.

They had met back up with Harry and Hermione, Harry insisting that he go to the Ministry alone because he'd caused enough trouble for them already. However, Hermione was determined to get the message across that they were in this together (all Charlotte could think about on their way to the Ministry was High School Musical), and Luna suggested they fly on Thestrals.

It turned out that it was trap for Harry, and they fought the Death Eaters until the Order of the Phoenix showed up, then Dumbledore came and Harry had to fight Voldemort inside his head!

Soon after they were back at school for their OWLS, and once they were done they all went home to relax for the summer.

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"Dad!" Georgia called out as she came down to the kitchen from her room. "I'm going to a friends house for a few weeks okay?"

"Not unless I know where you're going and for how long." Thomas didn't even look up from his news paper.

"Her name's Daphne Greengrass, and I'll be gone for two weeks. So I can just go to back to Hogwarts from her house." Georgia smiled as she lied easily to him. She didn't want to lie, but there was no way, as an Order member, that he would let her go to Draco Malfoy's house, the son of a known Death Eater.

"Okay, you might as well anyway. Charlotte's going to the Weasleys for the rest of Summer." Thomas told her, not even noticing the lie. She also felt slightly offended that she wasn't invited to go to the Weasleys, not that she cared. Ben looked at her from his seat at the bench, he knew she had lied.

"Georgia, can I talk to you please?" He asked, walking out of the room toward the empty lounge room. She followed him diligently.

"Why did you lie to Dad about where you're going?" He looked at her right in the eye.

"Because he wouldn't let me go in a million years!" She replied.

"And why's that? Where are you going?"

"To Draco's house." She couldn't lie to him.

"Georgia! Do you know how unsafe that is? His Father is a known Death Eater!" She rolled her eyes at him, she already knew all of that. But most of the people she shared classes with everyday had at least one parent working for/supporting Voldemort.

"I'm well aware, thanks. I have to go pack." So she left the room to do just that. After she had all the things she would need for the two weeks and Hogwarts she picked up the small necklace Draco had sent her. It was a small dragon with emeralds for eyes, it was also a portkey which would take her to the Malfoy Manor entrance hall.

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When she arrived she was greeted by an empty room with a grand staircase and two big doors, one to her left and one to her right. Georgia was a bit confused, surely they wouldn't want her to start aimlessly wandering around their house? It was just as she was about to start doing just that a House Elf appeared in front of her.

"Hello, Miss! Follow Fipsy, please." So she followed the Elf through corridor after corridor until they reached a set of double doors. "Miss must go into Dining Room by herself. I's leave you here."

The Elf opened the door for her and she saw that there was what seemed to be a meeting going on. She could see the Draco and two people who could only be his parents, some other people she recognised from pictures of the escapees from Azkaban over the last two years but she couldn't put names to them. When she looked at the head of the table she saw a bald man with pasty skin and red eyes, her eyes widened. This must be her Grandfather.

Their eyes met, and he quickly registered who she was. "Ah! My dear, please come in. I saved you a seat by my side."

As she walked slowly toward the head of the table she sent an annoyed look at Draco. This was definitely not how she saw this visit going. All she wanted to do now was go and snuggle down in bed and read Sherlock, why did this have to happen?

She sat down in the chair to his right, it would seem that there were many people there wondering why she was there and why she was so close to their Lord. She heard whispers coming from them about how maybe she was a child bride, the though made want to be sick. She had grown up with many Muggle Customs, one of those being the average age to marry being in the late 20s.

The Dark Lord didn't appear very amused by their whispered comments either. "For your information, she is not some mere bride. If she were, she would not be here, she would be kept where none of you could see her. She is, in fact, my Granddaughter. Now, it would have been nice to have my son here today, however he has not been made aware of his heritage and is currently sided with the Order. I also have two other Grandchildren, the eldest, my Grandson, has refused to be a part of our organisation. This, my dear friends, is Georgia. It was in fact, her twin, Charlotte, we saw in the Department of Mysteries. She is yet to agree or refuse our side. So make her feel welcome, or she may use the information she hears here against us."

The Death Eaters laughed at that, there was no way this girl would refuse their side once she had heard vital information, if only because if she did the Dark Lord would not let her live much longer as a free citizen. The Dark Lord cut them off, "Enough! I'm sure you can see for yourselves that she is very pretty, but how about we see what she can do with her magic."

At this the Death Eaters stood up, Georgia following their lead, and Voldemort vanished the tables and chairs. The Death Eaters moved to the sides of the room leave their Lord and his Granddaughter stand in the middle. "We shall duel, and we shall see if you inherited my aptitude for battle."

They walked towards each other, wands drawn, bowed turned and walked away. He was the first to make a move, Georgia blocked it easily which she could see surprised him. Though she could tell he wasn't going all out. They exchanged spells back and forth longer than either expected.

A thought came to Georgia, there was a spell she had created which she doubted he would know how to block. This spell blocked out all of the senses leaving the person it's cast on feeling nothing, tortured by nothingness except for their own torturous thoughts. She had embarrassingly gotten the inspiration from the Twilight Saga, there was a boy whose power was exactly the same as the spell. She cast it quickly whilst he was slightly distracted casting a protago from her last spell, she yelled out the incantation, "Sensus Preoccupo!"

Her Grandfather's eyes clouded over and he dropped to the floor no longer able to hold himself up, she winced. He'd be able to feel that when she took the spell off. The room had gone quiet, this teenaged girl had just taken down the most powerful Dark Wizard in history. She quickly cast the counter charm before they could get over their shock and start yelling at her for 'killing their Master'. His eyes refocused, he picked himself up off the ground and he looked her dead in the eye. "What spell, if you don't mind me asking, was that?"

She gulped, what if he punished her for actually defeating him? "It was a spell of my own creation, it blocks all five senses leaving the person it's cast on unable to reacted to anything, feel anything, trapped in the nothingness of their own thoughts. I imagine it's not a pleasant experience, I'm sorry." She looked down at her feet.

"Not at all, my Dear. I'm quite impressed with your obvious skill." He smiled at her, it wasn't the most pleasant smile she'd seen but it seemed pretty genuine. "If you don't mind my asking, my Dear, where is your accent from? I'm afraid I don't recognise it."

"I'm Australian, sir. My Father, he ran away to Australia after he graduated from Hogwarts and met my mother. The only reason we came to England is because of the impending war, and my Father's insistence to help family." He looked at her curiously.

"He ran away?"

"Yes, his family, the one he insisted on coming back to help, wasn't very taken with him being the first Prewett to not be in Gryffindor. Although, the way I see it, it kind of makes sense now doesn't it? No descendant of Salazar Slytherin could be sorted into Gryffindor! Even my sister, who is pretty Gryffindor by nature, was sorted into a different House. I'm sorry, I'm rambling." Georgia looked back at her feet, pushing up her glasses as they fell slightly down her face.

"Not at all, I find it interesting to learn about my only child. How have things been for you in Slytherin? I know from personal experience that they don't take well to Halfbloods." He looked at almost sympathetically.

"Well, for a long time I didn't tell them about my blood status. I was going to tell them sooner or later, but the majority of the House had just assumed because of Prewett being a part of the Sacred 28 and that my wand was Elm Wood, which someone made a stupid myth that only Purebloods could use it. But then, stupid Ron Weasley had to go and tell the entire school just because I called him fat. He's not even fat! Surprisingly I wasn't ostracised by the rest of Slytherin, Draco avoided me for a while but he got over it. I think they didn't ignore me because normally I just kept to myself, although they did seem genuinely worried when I disappeared…" They continued talking whilst the Death Eaters listened, it was pretty much just small talk, nothing of significance. Until he brought up her Grandmother.

"You look almost identical to her at your age, your Grandmother, my Dear Lucretia. I think the feelings I had for her were akin to love. You have the same face and complexion, it's as if you've never seen the light of day. You're not courting anyone are you? We will have to find you the perfect suitor, from one of the best pureblood families." He looked at her warmly, something she still wasn't used to. She nervously looked toward Draco, would he say anything? She caught his eye and he looked paler than normal, was he ill?

"Well, actually I'm currently seeing Draco Malfoy." There was a strained silence that almost echoed through the room. Georgia froze, had she said something wrong?

Voldemort was furious, "The failures son?!" He yelled at her. But calmed himself, at least outwardly, "You mean to tell me you're in a relationship with the son of one of my biggest failures?"

Georgia looked down, she wasn't sure what he was talking about. She couldn't even remember the name of Draco's father, let alone the anything he may have done. "I must apologise, I have a condition to do with memory. I find it almost impossible to remember names, unless I'm extremely close with that person or I hear their name often. So, as in terms of my condition, I know not of the father of Draco Malfoy, nor the things he may have done to fail you." She couldn't look at him, she felt a strong emotional connection to this man she had never met, but she was frightened. What if he didn't let her see Draco anymore? "You said before that your feelings toward my Grandmother were akin to love? Well sir, I believe the feelings I have for Draco Malfoy are love."

Before anyone could say anything Georgia was running out of the room with tears in her eyes. She needed to really stop acting like an impulsive Gryffindor, she needed to stop saying things without thinking of the consequences. What if Draco was punished? She wouldn't be able to understand why, but it could happen!

She kept walking until she found an open balcony, Georgia stepped out into the cool air whipping through her hair. No matter what anyone told you, Summer in England wasn't a real Summer. You could tell by her clothing being in such stark contrast to everyone else's. While they were wearing their thin Summer robes, Georgia was staying snugly in her late Autumn ones. However, she did find comfort in the cold breeze, she wanted to let it pick her up and fly her away to someplace where she could do nothing but read and write. Georgia was soon pulled out of her daydream by a hand on her shoulder. With a startled jump she turned to see who it was. She let out a sigh of relief, it was the one person she could stand seeing right now. Draco.

He gripped her shoulder more tightly and pulled her to his chest, "I think I love you too Georgia."