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I stood standing in front of the mirror, staring blankly at my reflection in the mirror. In no less than six hours, the Weasleys and Hermione would leave and go to the Burrow, Fred and George back to their shop, and I would go to Malfoy Manor.

The girl staring back at me no longer looked like the slightly burdened, but happy, girl who had stared back at me before sixth year started. There were bags under this girl's eyes, her face looked pale, and her mouth set in what would, for a while, have to be a permanent frown.

I tried practicing a smirk a couple of times, like Draco Malfoy so often wore. I looked demonic.

Reaching up, I ran my fingers trough my brown hair, which hung lose, wild, and poofy around my shoulders. Happy hair, George called it. Death Eaters didn't have happy hair.

I looked to the edge of the sink where a bottle of black hair die and a pair of scissors. Sighing I picked up the scissors and looked into the mirror again. My reflection appeared to beg me, screaming. Lifting the scissors up to my hair I sighed again, saying, "Goodbye, Melody."

George POV

Three hours ago Melody had stepped into a bathroom and she hadn't come out.

My family, Hermione, and I sat around the table, ready to eat dinner. Nervous glances were exchanged. I think we were all remembering almost two years ago when Melody had locked her self up.

Footsteps sounded on the steps and Melody came through the kitchen door. My cup dropped from my hand in shock.

"My word!" Mum cried. "Melody, dear, what have you done to your lovely hair!"

Melody, dressed in all black, wrapped her arms around her middle, looking around at us uncomfortably. Her hair . . . her soft, shoulder-length, brown hair was now cut short up to her ears, spiked at the ends, messy, and dyed jet black. Make-up made her honey-brown eyes look darker than normal.

She scowled slightly, moving towards the table. "I just – needed at new look," she said, plopping down in the available seat next to me.

Mum rushed around the table to Melody, hesitantly running her hand the Melody's new hairstyle. "Oh, well . . . we'll fix it, dear. As soon as this is over. And . . . and you'll never be able to tell the difference."

"Molly, let's just leave the child alone," Dad said. He smiled over at Melody. "I think you look fine for your mission, Melody."

Melody simply nodded. Underneath the table, I took Melody's small hand in mine. Looking, I realized she had painted her fingernails black.

What had this war done to my Melody?

An hour and a half later, Melody stood in the living room speaking quietly with Remus. I stood on the stairs, watching them. Remus placed his hand on Melody's shoulder, leaning over slightly to look her in the eyes. He whispered something and Melody nodded.

"Alright. Give me a minute to discuss some things with Arthur and then I'll escort you." Remus walked into the kitchen, leaving Melody standing in the middle of the living room. She looked lost and alone.

I approached her, putting my hand on her shoulder. "Mel?"

She turned around, her mouth set in a straight line. I lifted my hands to her face, cupping it. "Are you sure you can do this, Mel?"

She opened her mouth but nothing came out so she just nodded. I shook my head. "You don't have to do this you know."

"I -- I have to," she said. She looked up to me, the sparkle coming back to her eyes as she gave me a cunning grin. "Besides, who'd expect a Melody to go bad?"

I leaned forward pressing my lips against hers. "There's my Melody. . . . Don't lose yourself in this, alright?"

"I won't."

"And you know the flat is always welcome to you if you need to get away from it all."

Her smile widened. "That means a lot, George, really."

"Anything for you, love." I pulled her into my arms in a warm embrace. "Merlin, I'm going to miss you Mel."

Her arms wrapped around my waist. "I'm going to miss you too, George."

I didn't want to let go of her. This whole idea was a mistake, it had to be. I couldn't let her go.

"Melody?" We broke apart quickly as Remus entered the room again. He glanced quickly between the two of us before walking over to Melody and grabbing her arm gently. "We have to go now."

"Stay out of trouble, Melody," I said, trying to sound brotherly though I think my voice betrayed me.

She looked at me and smiled, her eyes crinkling lightly. "Or at least don't get caught."

Waving at me, she Apparated with Remus.