A/N: I originally wrote half of this at 12:30 in the morning; I would have finished it, but I was really tired. So anyways, this is just a filler, nothing important. But it is the beginning of the Christmas chapters! Yay! Christmas in July! Thanks to summer and muentiger for reviewing! What the hell happened to im-the-doctor? R&R!

I could see a dark hallway, with dark, shiny tiles that almost reflected images like a mirror. A giant door was at the end of the hallway. Suddenly a very large snake slithered down the hall, towards the door. The scene then changed to a dark room. A man was walking down an aisle with his wand in his hand. A hissing sound echoed in the quiet room, making the man turn around. It was Mr. Weasley. The scene changed again, and Mr. Weasley was now on the ground, wincing and covered in blood. The snake from before hissed loudly and slithered passed Mr. Weasley; the snake had attacked him.

I shot up from bed, drenched in cold sweat. It wasn't a dream that I had, it was a vision. Mr. Weasley had been attacked. I quickly grabbed my robe and ran out of the dormitory. I slipped out of the common room entrance and quickly made my way to Dumbledore's office.

I said the password, making the statue move out of the way. I slipped through and made my way to Dumbledore's door. I knocked repeatedly and anxiously. The door quickly opened and I rushed in.

"Professor Dumbledore, Mr. Wea –" I stopped when I realized that I wasn't alone.

Professor McGonagall, Harry, Ginny, Fred, George and Ron were also there besides Dumbledore. Harry was covered in sweat and quietly panting.

"Am I interrupting something?" I asked.

"Miss White, what are you doing out of bed?" McGonagall asked.

"I had to tell Dumbledore something," I said, "It's urgent."

"One moment," Dumbledore said.

He then turned to one of the paintings that were hanging on his wall.

"Phineas!" he said, "You must go to your portrait at Grimmauld Place. Tell them that Arthur Weasley is gravely injured and his children will be arriving there soon, by Portkey."

My eyes widened, my mouth slightly opened.

"How did you know about Mr. Weasley?" I asked.

"Harry had a dream about his attack," Dumbledore said, "I suppose you did as well?"

I nodded, looking at Harry shocked.

"They got him, Albus," said one of the paintings, "It was close but they think he'll make it. Once more the Dark Lord failed to acquire it."

"Oh, thank goodness!" Dumbledore sighed in relief, "Next we need to –"

"Look at me!" Harry shouted, enraged.

I was slightly taken back by his sudden outburst. Dumbledore finally looked at him. Harry was now panting heavily and looked vaguely frightened.

"What's happening to me?" he then asked in a faint voice.

It was quiet, almost too quiet for me to handle. Professor Snape then slowly entered the office.

"You wished to see me, Headmaster?" he asked, breaking the silence.

"Oh Severus," Dumbledore said, "I'm afraid we can't wait. Not even till the morning. Otherwise we'll all be vulnerable."

Dumbledore then turned to McGonagall.

"Minerva, could you please escort Miss White back to her dorm?" he asked.

McGonagall nodded and then lightly took my arm and guided me back to the Ravenclaw common room. I didn't speak at all to her, and she didn't look like she wanted to talk to me. Once we came to the common room entrance, she walked away, not saying a word. I muttered the password and then slipped back in quietly. I slowly made my way back up to the dorm and slid under the covers. I was a little scared to go back to sleep after what happened. All I could think about was the fear in Mr. Weasley's eyes when he was attacked; and that scared me the most.

Ginny, Fred, George and Ron came back the next day, but they were quite glum from visiting their dad. Luckily they cheered back up from being around friends.

It was the end of another lesson. Harry quickly made an announcement before we had to leave to our common rooms.

"Well," Harry said, "That's it for this lesson and we're not going to be meeting again until after the holidays."

Several people groaned in disappointment. Everyone seemed to enjoy Harry teaching them.

"So just keep practicing on your own as best you can and well done everyone!" Harry said, "Great, great work."

Everyone slowly started to leave the Room of Requirement. I stayed behind to wait for George, who was, at the moment, talking to Harry with Fred.

"We've been thinking Harry," George said, "We could always slip some Puking Pastilles in Umbridge's tea."

"Or Fever Fudge," Fred said excitedly, "They give you these massive puss balls right on your –"

"That sounds great," Harry interrupted, "But could you excuse me for a moment?"

Harry walked pass them, leaving them slightly confused. As we walked out, I glanced back to see Harry with Cho.

"What do you suppose that was about?" Fred asked.

"No idea," George shrugged.

I laughed and shook my head in amazement.

"What's so funny?" Fred asked.

"You guys have no idea what's going, do you?" I giggled.

"What?" George asked obliviously.

"Wow," I said, stretching out the 'o.'

"What?" Fred and George asked in unison.

"Harry wanted to be alone…with Cho," I said.

Fred and George looked at each other for a moment, confused. Then a spark of realization flickered in their eyes and they nodded.

"Oh," George smiled.

"It took you that long?" I asked, "Wow, you guys are oblivious."

"Sod off," Fred scoffed.

I playfully rolled my eyes and then kissed George's cheek before I went to the Ravenclaw common room. Tomorrow I would be on a train back home; back to the partially dirty home that I was used to, back to my only family. I actually started to miss the scowls and grunts I got from Kreacher, the house-elf. And I was glad to finally get away from Umbridge and all of the damage she had done to Hogwarts.

I shared a compartment on the train with Rosaline, Harry, Ron and Hermione. We were all excited and glad to come back home to our families; mostly because Umbridge was practically torturing us at school.

The train pulled up at Platform 9 and ¾. I quickly rushed out, and found Lupin waiting for us. Rosaline and I grabbed our trunks and made our way over to him.

"Hello Aaralyn, Rosaline," Lupin smiled.

"Hi," Rosaline said.

"Are you two ready to go?" he asked.

"Yeah," I said, "Just wait one moment."

I dropped my things and ran over to the Weasleys. I quickly said hello to Mrs. Weasley and then went to George's side.

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

"It feels like forever from now," George groaned sadly.

I giggled and kissed him sweetly. He immediately kissed back. I pulled away and then hugged him goodbye. I then walked back to Lupin and Rosaline.

"Now I'm ready to go," I said, picking up my trunk.

We went through the platform entrance, now appearing between Platforms 9 and 10. Lupin had a car for us and drove to 12 Grimmauld Place. I smiled as we finally made it. We stood on the sidewalk, in between the houses marked as 11 and 13. Then house number 12 slowly appeared in front of us, pushing 11 and 13 aside. I quickly made my way to the door and opened it.

The hallway was still dark and filthy, just the way we left it before. No matter how many times you tried to clean this place, it still somehow remained dirty. It was slightly cleaner but it didn't make much of a difference. I set down my trunk and then searched the house for Sirius.

I soon found him in the dining room, reading the Daily Prophet. He lowered it, looked up at me and smiled. He got up from his chair and walked over to me, giving me a warm, welcoming hug.

"Welcome home," he said.

He then pulled away and turned to Lupin.

"Thank you for bringing them, Remus," he said.

"Not a problem," Lupin smiled, "I must go now. Goodbye."

"Bye, Lupin," I called.

He shut the door behind him, leaving me, Rosaline and Sirius to ourselves.

"I'll help you put your things away," Sirius offered.

He took my trunk and I followed him to my room, with Rosaline dragging her trunk behind us. Rosaline went to her room and I took my trunk from Sirius and put it in my room. I sat down on my bed and sighed deeply.

"Does it feel good to be home?" Sirius asked.

"Definitely," I nodded, "Hogwarts isn't the same with that…toad-face taking over the school."

Sirius chuckled and nodded in agreement.

"Well I leave you to unpack," he said as he walked away.

I unlocked my trunk and put away all of my things, only leaving my school books in the trunk. I finished unpacking very quickly, leaving me with nothing else to do. So I did what I usually did; looked around the house.

I walked back down the stairs. Once I reached the hall, I saw Kreacher lazily dusting.

"Hello Kreacher," I said politely.

He didn't say anything back. He only muttered something along the lines of 'disgrace to the family' and 'filthy half-blood.' I didn't mind that he insulted me; I knew that he was kind of a nutcase.

I continued to walk down the hall. Suddenly I tripped over the umbrella stand, and held onto one of the paintings for support. The picture was covered by a curtain; but from me grasping onto it, it was pulled back. It revealed an older woman, who looked rather repulsive. She was drooling, her skin was yellowing and her eyes were rolled back.

"FILTHY HALF-BLOOD!" she screeched, "SCUM! FILTH! IN MY HOUSE! A DISGRACE, YOU ARE! GODDAMN DISGRACE!"

Sirius then came running down the hall.

"Shut up, you old hag!" he shouted at the painting, "Shut up!"

"SCUM! SCUM!" she continued to yell shrilly.

"Shut up!" Sirius shouted, shutting the curtain.

He sighed in relief that she finally stopped. She was now just moaning and groaning.

"Who was that?" I asked.

"You're grandmother," Sirius said, scowling at the painting.

My jaw dropped as my eyes grew into saucers. That was my grandmother? That god-awful woman who insulted me terribly was my grandmother?

"That…that was…" was all I managed to say. I was practically speechless.

"Yeah, she's not exactly friendly," Sirius said.

"I noticed," I said.

Sirius only nodded and then left the hall. I cautiously walked away from the painting, hoping that my….grandmother wouldn't make another sudden outburst. I walked back up the stairs, towards my room. The piece of parchment with 'Regulus Arcturus Black' written on it was still on the front of the door. It suddenly became odd to me; I was staying in the room that once belonged to my dad, who I never met.

I always wondered what he would be like; his hair color, if his eyes sparkled when he smiled, what his laugh sounded like. I went from not knowing about my family at all, to living in the house my dad grew up in. I smiled to myself, thinking about how lucky I was; even if my family members were insane (not everyone, just my grandma).