A/N: Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry! I would have written sooner but my mom made me do all of this stuff and now my shoulder in serious pain! So I practically suffered while writing this chapter. And I apologize ahead of time if this chapter is boring and short. But I'm stretching out the events so that this story can last until like...70 chapters! Hahahaha, anyways thank you muentiger and summer for reviewing. Where the bloody hell is im-the-doctor? Come back! R&R!

While Molly was on her way to St. Mungo's, Hermione and I were finishing up the cooking for her. I glanced over the steaming pot of onion soup and added a dash of salt. I placed the lid back onto the pot and then checked on the turkey roasting in the oven. Hermione worked rapidly on stirring the fudge while checking the bread every 5 minutes. I honestly thought that cooking would be a piece of cake, but it was actually pretty difficult.

I collapsed on a giant chair and sighed deeply. I lightly smiled and started to close my eyes in exhaustion. Suddenly a very loud ding of a bell interrupted my rest. I groaned and dragged myself back to the kitchen.

Luckily Molly came back shortly and let Hermione and I free from our kitchen duties. We gladly hurried out and joined Ginny and Rosaline in the living room. Ginny was anxiously staring at the grandfather clock that was sitting on the opposite side of the room. We weren't going to open presents until after dinner, and she was desperate to open hers.

But her wish was soon granted when Molly called us to the dining room to eat. Ginny shot up from her seat and zoomed to the dining room. I quietly laughed and took my time to get to my spot at the table. I sat down in between George and Hermione. Ron already was filling his plate with every dish and digging in like the pig he was. It sickened me, but not too much to not eat my own food.

The meal was soon over, and then we all helped cleared the table while Molly left the room.

"Daddy's back!" Molly cheered as she brought Mr. Weasley into the room.

He was in better shape; even though his head was still in bandages and he was currently in a wheelchair. But he still smiled brightly as if nothing ever happened.

"Now sit down everybody!" Molly said, "Sit down! Now presents."

Everyone sat back down and Molly handed them their gifts, one by one. Once she got to Fred and George, she hesitated. She kept switching the presents in her hands, not knowing which one belonged to which. But then she sighed and just handed it to them, telling them they could swap if they wanted to. Then she handed me and Rosaline each a present. I wasn't exactly expecting a gift from Molly; I thought being with Weasleys for Christmas was good enough.

I opened the gift, revealing a black and white scarf with tiny blue birds on it; obviously symbolizing Ravenclaw. Rosaline also got a scarf, but it was dark purple and black with white stars on it. She smiled as she wrapped it around her neck, as did I.

"Thank you, Molly," I said.

"Oh, you're welcome, dear," Molly smiled.

I looked over at Ron's gift, noticing he got a ridiculous vest with a red 'r' sewn into it. I held back a giggle and just shook my head. Then I saw Mr. Weasley raise his glass.

"A toast, to Mister Harry Potter," he said, "Without whom, I would not be here. Harry."

"To Harry," we all said as we raised our glasses.

Harry lightly smiled, but I knew that he was really suffering on the inside. The poor boy hadn't been himself lately. Voldemort was attacking his mind almost every day, and now he just seemed so lonely and angry. I felt so sorry, I wanted to help but Harry wouldn't anyone past that thick wall around him.

I tried not to think of something sad, and brought my attention back to everyone else. I decided to focus on Ron's expression on his new vest; disgusted but acting pleased for the sake of the family.

That night had the strangest dream. I knew that most of my dreams ended up being visions, so it was basically a vision; but it was clear. Most things were blurred and unfocused like a bad photograph. It was almost as if I wasn't supposed to see this. I only saw a few clear parts; an explosion, a lab, and then a very dark figure with a scowling look.

Then I sat up from my bed, panting and sweating. I pushed my hair away from my face and collapsed back onto my bed. I stared at the ceiling, counting all of the unique marks and nicks. I soon felt my eyelids grow heavy again and I fell asleep. This time it was deep and dreamless.

It was the last day of Christmas holiday, before we had to go back to Hogwarts. Molly made us all wake up early, figuring that we would probably be late if we didn't hurry. My things were already packed and I was ready to go. I walked down to the dining room and saw Sirius sitting at the end, sulkily staring at the table. Once we were gone, he would be alone again; with only Kreacher as his company (which was not pleasant company).

"Rosaline and I will be back soon," I told him, making him look up from the spot he was sadly glaring at. "Summer vacation will be here soon."

"I'll be fine," he smiled, but I knew he was lying.

I lightly smiled back and hugged him tightly.

"I'll miss you, too," I said.

"Aaralyn!" Molly called, "Come on, we've got to go!"

"Bye," I said, turning back to Sirius.

He smiled and waved goodbye as we walked out the door. I sighed desolately and dully dragged my feet onto the Knight Bus. I was going to miss Sirius; he was the only family I had. And returning to Hogwarts when Umbridge was still there wasn't something to look forward to. I was just waiting for that gargoyle to end up wanting Dumbledore's job.

Don't say that, Aaralyn, you'll jinx it.

Once we got to the train station, we said our goodbyes and got on. George kissed me goodbye and went to share a compartment with Fred and Lee Jordan. Ginny, Neville and Luna were in a compartment together; leaving me, Rosaline, Harry, Ron and Hermione to ourselves. Hermione had a copy of the Daily Prophet in her hands. On the cover was a picture of very insane-looking woman; she had attractive features, but the psychosis in her eyes made her look frightening. 'Mass Breakout in Azkaban!' was printed above the picture. Then it made sense; she was a prisoner there. No wonder she looked so crazy. But there was something about her that was oddly familiar.

"Who's the nutter on the cover?" Ron asked.

Hermione looked at the cover and read the article.

"It says she's Bellatrix Lestrange," she said.

"I saw her on the family tree at Sirius's house," Harry said.

"That's where I've seen her before," I said, realizing who she was, "She's Sirius's cousin."

"I feel bad for Sirius," Ron muttered.

"Yeah, apparently she's not that great of a family relative," I said sarcastically.

"You know, I saw Neville reading this article," Hermione said, "He looked rather anxious."

"Well it's Neville," Ron said, "The poor lad is afraid of Snape; literally."

Hermione shrugged and continued to read the paper. I sat and watched Ron's owl, Pigwidgeon flutter madly around its cage. Rosaline seemed sort of distant, and was gazing out the window.

"Rosaline, are you okay?" I asked.

She snapped back to reality and looked at me shocked.

"Huh?" she asked, confused.

"You looked sort of out of it," I said, "Anything wrong?"

"No," she answered quickly and then continued to look out the window.

I had a feeling that she was lying, but I decided not to bother her. It was probably nothing anyway.