A/N: This chapter is going to be short, but with some mystery. So in the last chapter you found out that Sirius knows about Aaralyn's family, but how does he? Well you're not going to find out in this chapter. HAHA! Don't worry you'll find out soon! Anyways, thank you to my faithful readers for reviewing! R&R!

The meeting had just ending, freeing me from the upstairs prison. I walked around the downstairs, looking for something interesting. When I was walking down the hall, I heard an odd grunting, grumbling mutter around the corner. As I walked closer, it became clearer. I walked around the corner, to see a small, elf. A house-elf if I was correct. He looked up at me and sneered. He continued to mutter as he passed by me, freaking me out a little.

I shook of the nerves that the elf gave me and continued roaming through the house. I saw one room that caught my eye immediately. I slowly stepped into the room to get a better look. The walls were covered with faces; all of them were connected to each other with vines. It almost looked like a family tree. Names were neatly written underneath each face, revealing who was who. I figured this must have been Sirius's family, since it was his house. I searched all of the strange faces, to see if I knew any. I knew none of them.

I finally found Sirius's name, but his face was burnt off; as if he wasn't a part of the family. I started to wonder what happened. He did mention that he hated his family; maybe they weren't so found of him either. I then saw a face next to him; his brother Regulus. Just by looking at him, I felt something odd.

Suddenly I heard a loud and rude cough behind me. I turned around startled, to see the same house-elf from before.

"What would you be doing here?" his low, crackly voice asked.

"Just looking around," I said, "A little curiosity never hurt anyone."

"I believe there's an old muggle saying," he said, "Curiosity killed the cat."

"That's true," I said, "But a cat has nine lives. So the cat has 8 more lives to be as curious as he wants."

"Snappy and clever," he said, "Just like your father."

I looked at him, now even more curious.

"My father?" I repeated.

The elf suddenly went wide-eyed and vanished before me.

How come everyone knows something about my family, but I don't?

Another day, another meeting. Which meant I had to stay upstairs, again. I just sat in my room, alone and bored. For almost an hour I laid on my bed and stared at the ceiling. I tried to make images with the unique marks on the ceiling, but that quickly became boring. Suddenly I heard a knock on the door.

"Come in," I said.

The door slowly opened but I didn't look to see who it was.

"What, I don't get a hello?" a familiar voice asked.

I looked up to see Ron, smirking at my boredom. I jumped up from my bed and hugged him hello.

"So I'm guessing your parents are here," I said.

"Yeah," he sighed, "And they brought me. I didn't know that you lived here."

"I moved here when school ended," I said, "So did your parents just bring you?"

"No," he said, "They brought everyone; me, Ginny, Fred and George."

"Oh," I said, a sudden sadness going through me.

"What's wrong?" he asked, noticing my sudden change of mood.

"Nothing," I said, "It's just George."

"What did that git do?" he asked.

"It's not him," I said, "It's me. I don't know if I should tell him about...the real me."

Ron sighed and sat down, and then patted the empty space next to him. I sat down and waited for Ron to speak.

"First things first," he started, "I'm not good with giving advice, so I suggest not to follow it. But anyways, George might be my brother, and I might think he's a git, but he's a nice guy. And he really likes you. So if you trust him, tell him."

I nodded my head and smiled.

"Thanks," I said.

"No problem," he said, "Just don't ask for my advice on relationships ever again."

"You know," I said, "You're not acting like the ass you usually are."

"Hey," he snapped, "I can be nice sometimes."

I knew he was here somewhere. But I also knew why I couldn't find him; he was avoiding me. I didn't blame him honestly. I wouldn't be surprised if I never found him.

I suddenly bumped into someone; George. He didn't exactly look excited to see me.

"Hi," I said.

"Hey," he said, trying not to look at me.

"Can I talk to you?" I asked.

He nodded, even though I could tell he could care less about what I had to say.

"I haven't been honest with you," I said, "And I know that you know that. And since you want to know, I'll tell you."

George looked surprised and a little relieved that I was going to tell him.

"But there are certain people that you can't tell," I said, "Such as anyone else at school."

He nodded anxiously, waiting for me to continue.

"Alright," I started, "I'm not a witch. I'm just any other muggle in this world. But at the same time I'm not like any other muggle. There are people in the muggle world that are completely different. They're almost like wizards but they don't use wands. They can see the future, levitate objects or can kill someone just by screaming. There are bunches of others, too. The point is, I'm what they call a Keeper. Which means that I can do everything. I can see the future, levitate objects, kill someone by screaming, heal wounds, hunt down people like a bloodhound, and all of this other crazy stuff."

George didn't say anything, he just stared at me in shock and somewhat disbelief.

"You don't believe me, do you," I said.

"Not really," he said honestly, "It sounds ridiculous."

I rolled my eyes and then raised my hand up. Immediately one of the pictures on the wall floated up and moved towards me. George turned around and then jumped back two feet. He looked at my hand and then at the picture.

"Bloody hell!" he said, "You're doing that?"

"No I'm just lifting my hand in the air while a picture is floating by itself," I said sarcastically.

I then gently pushed my hand forward and set the picture back on the wall.

"So do you believe me now?" I asked.

"Yeah," he said, "But why are you here?"

"Because a group called Division is out to get me," I said, "They want to use me as the ultimate weapon to bring back psychic warfare. They're just going to use me until the day I die. So I ran away. I was sent to Hogwarts so they wouldn't find me. And now Division has moved their headquarters to London, so I couldn't stay with the people that were watching me."

"Uh..." George paused, "I don't know how to take this."

"Don't worry," I said, "You're reacting quite well. I had levitate Ron to the ceiling in order for him to believe me. He squealed like a little girl."

George laughed and shook his head in fake shame.

"I'm not surprised," he chuckled.

"Well who isn't?" I asked, "He's sort of a wimp."

"I missed your insults," George smiled.

I blushed and looked down at my feet.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you," I said.

"It's alright," he said.

"I feel bad for not telling you," I said.

He stepped closer to me, lifted my chin so I could look at him, and then softly kissed me on the lips. I missed the feelings of his lips on mine. I gladly kissed back and wrapped my arms around his neck.

Suddenly we heard a cough, trying to get our attention. We pulled away from each other to see Sirius looking at us, and giving us a disapproving look. I blushed and shyly fiddled with my fingers. George awkwardly waved at Sirius with a nervous smile on his face.

"Please," Sirius said, "None of...that in my house."

I nodded and Sirius finally walked away. George gasped for breath and leaned against the wall.

"Were you holding your breath?" I asked.

"He freaks me out a little," George said, "I thought he would kill me."

I giggled as George turned red in embarrassment.

"It's not funny," he said.

"Yes it is," I laughed.

"Sod off," he muttered.

I smiled and then stood on my tip-toes to kiss him lightly. His embarrassed scowl turned into a grin and he then kissed me back. It felt good to have him back.

A/N: Wow! Even Kreacher knows about Aaralyn's family! Shocking! So tell me what you think! Review!