A/N: Alright so this is a very important chapter. You guys are gonna FLIP OUT at the end. Seriously, you won't expect. But I'm not going to tell you so you'll have to read in order to find out! R&R!

Monday always ruined my week, because Ravenclaw fifth years had double Defense Against the Dark Arts with Umbridge. I didn't need to see her horridly pink toad-face for an hour and a half. It always was a nightmare in there.

"You will please copy the approved text four times to insure maximum pretension," Umbridge said, "There will be no need to talk."

"No need to think is more like it,' Hermione muttered.

Umbridge glanced at her but continued to walk down the aisle between our desks. Neville had his wand out, which was against the class rules, and was practicing his Disarming Charm.

"Expelliarmus," he whispered repeatedly as he flicked his wand over and over again.

"Wands away," Umbridge snapped as she walked pass him.

I remained quiet in class; I had already learned my lesson during all of those terrible detention sessions in her pink hell-hole. Luckily the bell rang, ending the class. I quickly put away my books and picked up my bag to leave.

"Miss White," Umbridge then called, "Miss Moriali."

No! No! No! Not now!

"May I have a word with you?" Umbridge asked sweetly.

"Sure," I said in my fake-enthusiastic voice.

Rosaline and I sat back down in our desks.

"I'm sure I've already discussed this with you, Miss White," Umbridge started, "But I thought I might as well make it clear with Miss Moriali."

Rosaline glanced at me, not knowing what was going on. Well neither did I, so I just shrugged.

"You two really do stand out to me in my class," Umbridge said, "Ever since that….outburst on the first day," she paused to flick her tiny eyes at me, "I have been keeping my eye on you two."

"Why?" Rosaline asked, "There's nothing important or special about us."

"Oh but I believe there is," she said, "You two enjoy keeping to yourselves don't you."

"If you're worried about our social lives then you shouldn't be," I said, "We do have friends."

"I have noticed that you hang around Mr. Potter, Miss Granger and Mr. Weasley," Umbridge said, "But you don't talk to many people within your house."

"Not that many people like us," Rosaline shrugged.

"Why is that?" Umbridge asked.

"They think we're odd," I lied.

Of course we didn't talk to anyone in our house. We didn't want anyone to get near us or they'd find out who we were.

Umbridge giggled, her personality of poisoned honey filling the air. I grimaced but shook off the nausea she was giving me.

"You know," she sighed, "I tried looking you two up in the files at the Ministry, but strangely I couldn't find Rosaline Moriali or Aaralyn White. Could you explain that to me?"

"Maybe you missed our names," I suggested.

"Or lost the files," Rosaline added.

"Well I thought that might be true," she said, "So I looked at your files in Hogwarts; considering the fact I have permission to do so. Now the files say that you two started here as first years."

"Yes," Rosaline and I lied.

"Your teachers had recording you as 'highly-intelligent and very studious,'" she continued, "But until your fourth year, things started to take a turn."

Uh-oh.

"Your previous Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher said that you, Miss White, had a peculiar outburst during class," she said, "You apparently threw a boy across the room without even touching him. You ran out of the classroom with Rosaline following you out. I tried asking the headmaster and students in that class but they all have seemed to….forgotten. As if it never happened."

"Uh…" I paused, "I don't remember such a thing happening."

"Yeah," Rosaline agreed, "And our teacher ending up being a nutcase so does it matter what he said?"

Umbridge giggled again, but it wasn't as sweet-sounding as it usually was. It sounded a little darker and bitter.

"You might think you two are good liars, but you're not," Umbridge suddenly became very serious. Unnaturally serious; it almost scared me.

"I know everything," she said, "Don't even think about lying to me. You think you can hide who you really are? You can't. Not from me."

I tried to hide my sudden fear, but she was really freaking me out. How did she know about us? We never revealed anything about us in class. Was she stalking us or something?

"Nice talking to you Professor," Rosaline quickly said, "But we have to get to our next class."

I nodded in agreement and quickly ran out of the classroom with Rosaline. We didn't even bother talking about it. We just quickly got to our Divination class, luckily not too late. We quietly sat down, not saying a word until everyone was too busy to listen.

"What the hell was that about?" Rosaline asked.

"I have no idea," I said, "How did she find out about that?"

"Well you flew Malfoy across the room," she said, "Of course the teacher was going to make note of that."

"But I thought Dumbledore would take care of that," I said.

"Maybe he forgot to erase his memory," Rosaline shrugged, "But everyone has forgotten about it anyway, so Umbridge has no physical proof of anything."

I sighed and nodded, relieved about that small part. But she could still get us expelled for something. Suddenly a bizarre thought occurred in my mind.

"Rosaline," I said, "You don't think Umbridge could be…" I paused and spoke in a whisper, "You don't think she could be working for Division?"

"What?" Rosaline scoffed, "That's ridiculous. Division doesn't even know this place exists."

I thought about and then nodded in agreement. It was stupid for me to think of such an idea. How could Umbridge even know that Division existed if Division didn't think magic existed?

I couldn't stop thinking about Umbridge after she had that dreadful discussion with us. I was scared by the idea that she could turn us in to Division, but it was ridiculous. I kept telling myself that it was just a bunch of nonsense and Umbridge was just being paranoid, but I was so curious to know how she knew about me and Rosaline.

It was a peaceful Saturday morning. A thin sheet of snow covered the ground, a clear bright sky above it. I took a walk around the school grounds, visiting my favorite spot by the Black Lake. The lake was frozen over from the freezing winter evenings and previous snowy days. The ice was starting to thin out by the sunlight, but still wouldn't melt away. I leaned against the tree that I loved sitting underneath. Snow covered its bare branches and fells off in clumps as the occasional wind blew it off. I breathed deeply, letting the crisp, icy air chill my lungs. A small wispy fog escaped my lips as I breathed out.

Suddenly I heard a snapping of twigs behind me. I turned around to look who was there, but saw nothing. For moment I thought it was my imagination getting to me, until I saw a pair of eyes glowing at me from the bushes. They weren't human eyes; they were too large and unnaturally orange to belong to a person. I heard a small growl, almost sound like a wolf or a bear. I slowly stepped away, not wanting to be attack.

Quickly the animal stepped out from the bushes, revealing itself as a bearlike dog. I sighed in relief, glad it wasn't dangerous. It looked up at me and panted loudly. It then barked and wagged its tail excitedly. I cautiously stepped forward and stretched out my hand to it. The dog nudged its head forward, allowing me to pet it.

I smiled and scratched its head.

"You're a real sweetheart, aren't you?" I cooed.

It barked happily and then trotted off. It stopped midway and looked back at me. It barked again and then continued to walk along. I shrugged, guessing it wanted me to follow, which I did. I finally caught up to the dog, I found myself far off from Hogwarts. The castle was still clear in my sight. I turned back to the dog, but ended up not seeing it in front of me. I saw its tail peak out from behind a bush, but then disappeared with the rest of its body. I waited for the dog to come back out, but instead I saw a full-grown man come out; Sirius.

"Sirius?" I gasped.

"Hello Aaralyn," he smiled.

I quickly ran up to him and gave him a tight hug.

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

"Being a good uncle and decided to visit his niece," he said.

"But you could get caught," I said.

"Not here," he said, "I traveled here in dog form. And the dementors are at Azkaban, watching the prisoners. Trust me, I'm safe."

I smiled and decided to believe him. We sat down together on a stump of a giant tree.

"So, what is happening in Hogwarts now?" Sirius asked.

"Well I'm sure Harry has told you about Dumbledore's Army," I said.

"Oh yes, of course," Sirius smiled, "I'm glad he's teaching them the real way to defend themselves."

"So far we've done great," I nodded, "Harry's a great teacher."

"The greatest wizards make the best teachers," Sirius agreed.

"Yeah, but something else is going on," I said, "Something really weird. A few days ago Umbridge kept us behind after class and she started asking questions. Not about Dumbledore's Army, but about us personally."

"She doesn't know anything, does she?" Sirius asked.

"I don't know," I said, "That's what scares me. She started bringing up stuff from last year, when I threw Malfoy across the room. She noticed that everyone had forgotten about it. When we denied everything she flipped out on us. She knows that we're lying. But I don't know what she thinks we really are. Maybe she does know about the real us or maybe she thinks we're some sort of supernatural aliens. I just don't know."

Sirius didn't say anything. He just leaned forward and rested his chin on his hand in thought. I could hear him muttering to himself quietly every now and then. I was curious to know what he was thinking about, but luckily he sat back up again and turned to me.

"I honestly think it's quite impossible that she's knows," Sirius said, "Division doesn't know about us and most us don't know about them. So don't worry. You and Rosaline are beyond safe."

I nodded and smiled. I gave him a hug in thanks and then quickly pulled away to check my watch.

"I should get back," I said, "People will start to worry where I've been. And there's a meeting later today."

"Alright," he said, "I'll walk with you."

He quickly went back behind the bushes and soon came back out as a big black dog. I smiled at him and walked back with him by my side. Once we made it to the Black Lake I had to say goodbye. I knelt down in front of Sirius and rubbed his head.

"I'll see you at Christmas," I smiled.

He barked and wagged his tail happily. I got back to my feet and walked back to the castle. I looked back and waved to Sirius, who was still sitting there, watching me leave. I quickly got inside the castle, blissfully greeted by the warmth. I walked to the Ravenclaw common room and said the password to get inside. Once I got in, I heard a very scornful voice.

"Aaralyn White," Rosaline said shrilly, "Where have you been?"

"I went for a walk," I said, "Is there a law against that?"

"Oh never mind," she scoffed, "The next D.A. meeting is in 5 minutes. Be ready by then."

I rolled my eyes and went up to my dorm. I slipped off my coat, scarf and gloves and changed my shoes. I then trotted back downstairs and followed Rosaline out the common room entrance.

"Working hard is important," Harry said, "But there's something else that's even more important: believing in yourself."

Harry was lecturing us as we trained. A few students were practicing Stunning and Disarming Charms. Others were practicing the Floating Charm on their partners. Rosaline and I were on our own, practicing on each other with memory and tracking.

"Look at it this way," Harry continued, "Every great wizard in history has started out as nothing more than we are now - students. If they can do it, why not us?"

We then got together in a group to practice dueling. Everyone spread out to make a long, wide aisle in the middle of the room. First up were Harry and Nigel.

"Well Nigel," Harry said, "Just hit me with your best shot."

Nigel stood there nervously but then aimed his wand at Harry.

"Stupefy!" he shouted.

Harry went flying back, as well as Nigel. He popped back up and looked around the room anxiously. Harry, on the other hand, got up rather slower.

"That's very good," he chuckled, "Alright, Ron and Hermione. You guys are next."

"Oh this is going to be good," I whispered to Rosaline.

The aisle was spread back out again and now Ron was on one end while Hermione was on the other. It was quiet for moment.

"One sickle," George whispered to Fred.

"You're on," Fred whispered back.

I laughed to myself. I already knew what would happen.

"Stupefy!" Hermione shouted, flicking her wand.

Ron flew back and hit the wall. I looked back at Fred and George. I watched has George handed Fred the money he just won.

"Thank you," Fred smirked.

"Shut up," George muttered.

Ron slowly came our way.

"I meant to do that," he said.

We all nodded at him sarcastically.

"Yeah," I said.

"Right," George agreed.

"It was totally intentional," Ron muttered.

I only laughed and shook my head.

"What's so funny?" George asked.

"Nothing," I giggled, "Just that Ron got his ass kicked and you lost the bet."

"That's not funny," he muttered.

"Yes it is," I laughed.

"Shut up," George rolled his eyes.

"Make me," I said.

He smirked and then pulled closer and kissed me on the lips passionately. As he pulled away I felt quite dizzy. I smiled and kissed him back.

"Aaralyn," Harry interrupted us, "Kiss your boyfriend on your own time."

I smirked and playfully rolled my eyes.

"Fine," I sighed.

"Aaralyn you're up," Harry said, "You're going against Dean."

I went to the end of the aisle as Dean went to the other end. I didn't have my wand with me. Dean wasn't exactly sure if he should attack me. He looked at Harry and then looked at me.

"Come on," I groaned, "Go already."

Dean shrugged and then aimed his wand at me.

"Stupefy!" he said.

I felt like a giant push was sent to me, making me fly back and hit the wall. I quickly got up and brushed myself off.

"Do you mind if we go again?" I asked Harry. He looked at me curiously and then finally nodded.

Dean was confused with what was going on. But he went along with it anyway.

"Stupefy!" he repeated.

Instead of me falling back like before, I put my hands up and created a shield, making the spell bounce off and hit Dean instead. He flew back and hit the wall. He looked up at me amazed, several people gasped and stood there wide-eyed. All of the girls then came swarming at me with questions.

"That was so cool what you just did!" Pavarti squealed.

"I wish I could do that!" Ginny said.

"Did you see Dean just fly back like that?" Padma giggled.

"I thought you'd probably fall back again," Cho said.

"It was rather impressive, wasn't it?" Luna said dreamily.

I just laughed and nodded. A couple of the guys were standing near by Dean, giving him disappointed looks. They all then looked at me, shocked and surprised. I smirked and walked out of the crowd of girls. I walked up to Dean, who slowly paced farther away from me.

"I won't bite," I scoffed.

"How…how did you do that?" he asked.

"It's my powers," I shrugged.

"I thought you levitated objects," he said.

"Yeah well that's a part of being a Mover," I said, "But I'm not a Mover, I'm a Keeper; which means I do everything."

"Everything?" Neville gasped.

"Yeah," I nodded.

"So you can see the future, too?" Seamus asked.

"Yeah," I said, "And heal wounds, erase memories and such."

"Could you show us?" Dean asked excitedly.

"I don't see why not," I shrugged, "What do you want to see?"

"Could you tell me what will happen if I asked out Ginny Weasley?" Dean asked.

I stared at him wide-eyed for a moment but then closed my eyes and thought about what he said. I saw them being together, but it wasn't until next year. I'm guessing Ginny was still crushing on Harry at the moment. I then reopened my eyes.

"I'd say wait until the end of the year," I said, "Then it will be a yes."

I then walked back to Rosaline, who was with Hermione, Ron and Harry.

"That was quite a stunt you pulled," Rosaline smirked.

"Not like we've seen it before," Harry said.

"But it was funnier with Malfoy," Ron chuckled.

We all laughed in agreement. It was then the end of the lesson, meaning we had to go back to our common rooms. As I walked back to the Ravenclaw common room with Rosaline I thought about what Sirius said. He was right; I had nothing to worry about. Umbridge didn't even know Division existed.

3rd person POV (Somewhere in London)

Dolores Umbridge walked quickly down the sidewalk, her pink heels clicking furiously. Her bold, pink lips were in a thin line and her gloved hands were clutched tightly to her pink purse. Muggles that past by her glanced curiously at her all-pink outfit, which definitely made her stand out on the crowded streets of London.

It was very late at night, probably close to midnight. The winter air nipped bitterly at those walking outside, like Dolores. But she had to walk to her destination; otherwise she'd give away the hideout.

She finally reached an abandoned building, surround by an old fence. The entrance was locked as always. Dolores pressed down on the buttons of the voice box attached to the front gate.

"Dolores Umbridge," her high-girlish voice spoke into it. She waited for a moment and then a large buzzing noise called out, unlocking the gate. She gracefully pulled back the gate and shuffled into the building.

From the outside it looked like it was a rundown factory, but it was secretly used every day by a large group of people no one knew about. Dolores had joined them earlier in the year. She was on her way to the weekly meeting. Her heels continued to click against the tile of the dirty, empty hallway. The fluorescent light flickered dully, making a long buzzing noise. She reached the end of the hall, faced the last door on the left, opened up her purse, pulled out a pink handkerchief, placed it on the door knob and turned it to open (Dolores was never one for filth). She pranced and sat down at seat with others at the long table.

At the end of the table sat a bald, dark man; dark clothes, dark eyes, dark skin. He was the leader of the group. For you see, this group wasn't a normal group. They were called Division, and they current mission was to bring in all people with psychic intelligence, like themselves. They weren't the people in Dolores Umbridge's world, which were witches and wizards and magical creates; they were Muggles but with very special powers.

"What is our current amount of soldiers?" the dark man asked.

"9, 450," said the man to his left.

The dark man nodded, pleased at the progress. But he was still sadly disappointed, because his current desire was for someone to bring the ultimate weapon; the Keeper. But that was where Dolores stepped in. She let out a soft cough, "Hem hem," disrupting the meeting.

"Sir," she said sweetly, "I believe I have some information for you."

"Yes?" the dark man asked for her to continue.

Dolores opened her purse and pulled out two photographs; each one holding the picture of a 15-year-old girl. She handed them to the dark man and smiled deviously.

"I believe you know these two girls, don't you?" she said.

The dark looked at the pictures and scowled.

"Yes I know these girls," he said, "They are Rosaline Moriali and Aaralyn White. Why do you ask?"

"I also know that you've been…dying to get your hands on them," Dolores smiled, "Especially Miss White."

"Yes," the dark man said.

"You want them?" Dolores asked, "I can bring them to you."