Amadea sat down on the mustard yellow couch with George as Molly handed her a cup of tea. "Thank you Mrs. Weasley," Amadea said softly, staring absently at her reflection in the amber fluid Amadea vaguely felt George's arm wrap around her shoulder, pulling her close. The smell of ton-tongue toffees and wild-fire whiz-bangs tickled her nose, odors she had become all too familiar with these past few months.

"I'm sorry this had to happen love, I really am." Mrs. Weasley seated herself in an adjacent chair, giving Amadea a sympathetic pat on the knee. "Arthur's going to rouse the Order to form a search party to look for Arturia. He'll see to it that you get your sister back so don't you worry a hair on your head love."

"Thank you for your kindness. It's alright…I guess I understand. Arturia loved Sirius more than anything. I mean, I'd have done the same I suppose if I were in love with someone that deeply." Amadea gave George a brief sideways glance, her cheeks flushing slightly when their eyes met. "I know now what they mean when people say 'love has no boundaries.' They were referring to people like Sirius and my sister."

A sort of awkward silence claimed the conversation after this, hanging like a dense fog above all those in the room. Awkward as she felt, Amadea couldn't force herself to meet the concerned gazes she knew were being directed at her by the members of the Weasley family gathered in the sitting room with her. Feeling herself sink deeper into the couch, Amadea half hoped that the cushions would swallow her whole and drag her into their comfortable solitude.

A loud popping noise followed by a surprised yelp from George shattered the silence, drawing Amadea out of her stupor. Next to her, George visibly flinched, drawing a shaky hand to the hole where his ear used to be. "Bloody hell…"

"What's wrong George?" Mrs. Weasley asked, even as Mr. Weasley stepped out of the fireplace, having just arrived back via floo-power.

"My…My ear…it's back," George's voice came out in a mixture of awe and shock.

"How's that possible?" Mr. Weasley approached his son, his eyes following George's arm all the way up to the side of his head to where his shaking hand grasped his newly returned appendage. Mr. Weasley's eyes widened as if with a sudden, horrifying comprehension. "That can't be… Unless, Arturia somehow managed to save Sirius… In that case, it means that time itself has changed, altering the course of history as we know it."

"Arthur, are you sure?" Mrs. Weasley's eyes mirrored the disbelief and horror in her voice. "Witches and wizards have used the Forbidden Incantations before, yet nothing like that has ever happened."

" Wait a minute," George interrupted. "If my ear came back then… then does that mean Fred could come back too?"

"I don't know," Ginny said in shock, "but this is bloody insane. How can one person alter history?"

Mr. Weasley sat down, running a hand over his weary and care worn face, the old wizard let out a frustrated sigh. "I don't know if I want to believe it myself Molly, but ears don't just magically reappear of their own accord. It's true that wizards and witches have attempted to use the Forbidden Incantations before, but no-one has ever succeeded in bringing their loved one back from the dead. At least that is, until now. Suppose that Arturia did succeed in bringing Sirius back to life, how would this impact the world as we know it? Once a person dies, they're not supposed to come back to life. To do so would throw off the natural order of time itself. To offset this imbalance then, to restore order, time is forced to reshape itself, to change. Events, past and future, are permanently altered as a result and so history as we know it changes accordingly. The restoration of your ear George might very well be the only change produced from this, but I very much doubt it. No… I believe there's still more to come, more that will be changed. Raising someone from the dead is no small matter after all. While it's possible that Fred… and others may return as well, I don't want any of you to get your hopes up. At any rate we'll find out soon enough what exactly is going on, I'm sure."

No sooner had Mr. Weasley said this, than a violent rumbling shook the ground forcing everyone grip onto the furniture and walls for dear life. Amadea's first thoughts were of an earthquake or even the apocalypse, nothing would surprise her at this point. At least that was until Amadea noticed a flash of blue light in the distance, emanating from the area around her house. Then all at once, the quaking stopped and the light disappeared, everything resuming it's previous state as if nothing in the world had been amiss. Wasting no time, Amadea sprang from her position on the couch, spilling her tea all over George in the process. Heedless of the startled cries of Mrs. and Mr. Weasley, Amadea ran for the door, nearly ripping the unfortunate object off it's hinges in her haste.

In the far distance, Amadea could vaguely make out two figures lying prone on the ground. One, a dark haired and gaunt man sat up and felt his head, rubbing it. The other figure remained on the ground, limp as a doll. "ARTURIA!" Amadea ran towards the figures, George and Mr. Weasley not far behind her. Amadea didn't stop, she couldn't. She saw her sister, Arturia, lying motionless as if she were in a deep sleep. Ages went by as she ran, so that by the time Amadea finally reached her house where Sirius and Arturia were, she felt it had been a journey of years rather than minutes.

Sirius kneeled beside Arturia, feeling wildly for a pulse. Amadea's heart nearly stopped in anticipation. Fearing the worst, she dropped to her knees in front of her sister's bloody and limp form. "She's…she's alive," Sirius let out a sigh of relief, "but she needs medical attention. We have to get her to St. Mungo's. I can't go… They still believe I'm a mass-murderer. Arthur…" Sirius' gaze flickered towards Mr. Weasley, pleading.

"I'm on it." Sensing the gravity of the situation, Mr. Weasley gingerly scooped up Arturia into his arms and promptly apparated from the area, leaving the stunned trio behind in profound silence. A wave of relief washed over Amadea, Arturia was alive, everything was going to be alright. Amadea felt fresh tears fall from her eyes, only this time they were tears of joy. Her sister was alive, Sirius was back, and who knew how many others just might return as well?

Helping the overwhelmed girl to her feet once more, George enveloped Amadea in a fierce hug. "It's alright… Let's go back home." Amadea nodded without protesting. Never before had the prospect of the Burrow as home seemed so comforting, so welcome. "Sirius, you're welcome to join us as well. It looks like you could use a cup of tea and a good rest yourself."

Slowly, Sirius rose to his feet. "Yes… Thank you, I think I'll take you up on that offer. I've long forgotten what tea tastes like."

"Here love, you just rest for now," Mrs. Weasley cooed. "I'll wake you up if anything happens, I promise. You've had quite the ordeal today." If Amadea hadn't been so thoroughly exhausted, she might have been slightly amused at the way with which Mrs. Weasley was fussing about her like a mother hen, fluffing her pillow and adjusting the quilt around her as if she were a child of her own. As it was however, the events of the day were beginning to take their physical and emotional toll on the young girl. Amadea felt as if she'd been run over by a hippogriff. Pulling the covers around her in a tight cocoon, Amadea soon drifted off into a deep and much need slumber.

Amadea dreamed. She was at Hogwarts, only the debris was gone; as if the battle had never happened. Unsure of how to proceed, Amadea allowed herself to meander about the castle grounds and corridors until by some stroke of fate, she found herself in the midst of the Great Hall. Where once there had been tables and benches, only empty space remained, except for a curious group of balls of white light which hovered about the room. Amadea felt her heart race within her chest, the balls of light began to move until they had completely encircled her. Strange, but Amadea could almost swear that the balls were talking to one another, whispering in faint murmurs.

Suddenly, the balls of light shimmered and fluxed, assuming the shapes and faces of familiar figures. "Fred?" Amadea stammered, her eyes transfixed by the mirror image of George who stood before her now; a grin stamped on his freckled face from ear to ear. Turning her body around to catch a glimpse of the others who stood about her, Amadea saw Snape, Moody, Tonks, Remus, and…

"Uncle!" Amadea's heart gave a thrill of joy at the sight of her long dead uncle. Unable to contain her joy, Amadea felt it only natural to share her delight. Dashing to the older man's side, Amadea enveloped Dumbledore in a warm hug, drawing an annoyed screech from Hedwig who up until that point had comfortably been roosting on Dumbledore's shoulder. Perhaps it was all just a desperate dream, a deep desire to see her friends and family alive again, but something within Amadea wholeheartedly believed that this was not just a mere dream. Mr. Weasley's words from before echoed in her mind. She knew, she just knew that in altering history by saving Sirius, Arturia had also saved all those gathered around her as well. "Are you… Are you all really coming back? Or is this just some silly dream of mine?"

"This is no ordinary dream Amadea, we're all really here. And with any luck, we hope to rejoin you shortly." Amadea couldn't help but smile when her uncle's lips curved into that gentle smile she'd always remembered, his spectacles making his grey eyes twinkle like a constellation of stars.

"I hope that none of you are mad at Arturia," Amadea said. "Please honor her decision to bring Sirius back. It wasn't his time, nor was it yours either."

"I could never be cross at either of you," Dumbledore replied in his gentle voice. "It's true that the magic Arturia used to bring Sirius back is some of the blackest magic known to the wizarding world, but what's most important is the reason she used it for. Love has a funny way of making us do the craziest things as I'm sure you'll find out one of these days. Although I certainly don't recommend the usage of black magic by any means. At any rate, I believe I speak for the others too when I say that it's good to be back. It's not everyday you get a second chance at life, now is it?"

Amadea was about to make a further comment, when she glimpsed a young couple standing on the outskirts of the circle gathered round her. The woman had golden brown hair with a slight orange tint to it, her beautiful green eyes shimmering with an indescribable warmth and radiance all their own. The man stood beside the woman, his arm wrapped protectively around her waist, his hair a dark mass of black, brown eyes shimmering from behind large, round glasses. Although Amadea had never met the couple before, she'd seen enough pictures to know who they were. "You must be Harry's parents." Amadea observed, receiving two solemn nods in response. In spite of the joy and excitement of those around them, Lily and James' countenances gave Amadea the impression of sorrow and longing. "I'm guessing you two can't come back…"

"Tell Harry we love him very much," Lily said.

"We'll see him one day," James added, "when it's his time to cross over. Until then please tell him that we'll always be with him, even if he can't see us."

"I promise, I will."

A violent and ear-piercing series of screams and shouts tore Amadea from her blissful slumber. Fearing the worst, that there may have been complications with Arturia's condition, Amadea sprang from the bed and dashed down the stairs. Following the source of the screams to the sitting room, Amadea turned the corner, a heavy sense of dread settling in her stomach.

What she saw as she threw open the door to the sitting room couldn't have surprised her more. Before a sobbing and ecstatic Mrs. Weasley and a bustling and flabbergasted Weasley clan stood George's very own doppelganger. Fred had come back home.