A/N: Sorry for the delay. I forgot to mention that I would be at my dad's for the weekend. Again, I am sorry. Anyways, here's another chapter for you guys. Hope you enjoy! Oh, wait before I forget...tomorrow there will be no updating. Because I'll be going to WARPED TOUR! WOO-HOO! I'm totally psyched! And I'll be there all day, so it will be AWESOME! EEP! Anyways, R&R!

The crowds in the shop were thinning out, which meant opening day was almost over. Soon it was time to lock up. I told the last few people in the shop goodnight and locked the door behind them as they left. The sun had left the sky and the stars were starting to reveal themselves to the coming night. I slowly walked up the steps to the flat, lightly yawning and wanting to close my eyes. I tiredly dragged my feet closer to the door.

I was about to open the door, but then stopped when I heard Fred and George's voices. This time I was sure to find out what they were hiding from me.

"I knew it!" Fred almost shouted. "You are afraid!"

"Are you happy now?" George snapped.

"Well surprisingly no," Fred sighed, "You shouldn't be afraid."

"I'm not afraid of that," George said, "I'm afraid of the results of it."

"Oh I see," Fred said, "You think she'll hate you."

I could hear George sigh deeply and started to pace around the room.

"Do you think she'll hate me?" George asked.

"Come on, George," Fred said, "This is Mum, we're talking about. It's possible that she might be mad for a moment, but then she'll be fine in the end. I don't see why she should be mad at all."

Their mom? This has to do with their mom? What the hell did he do?

"So, I should tell her?" George nervously asked.

"Of course you should," Fred said, "And don't drag it out and end up telling her next month."

Please don't tell me he did something stupid.

"Fine," George sighed, "I'll tell her when she comes to visit."

"Good," Fred said.

I figured I heard enough, so I opened the door and walked in. Fred and George were standing across from each other. Fred had a look of relief and George seemed quite anxious.

"Well I had an exhausting first day," I sighed, "So I'm going to bed."

"Goodnight," George smiled.

I walked over to his side and kissed his cheek.

"Goodnight," I replied.

I walked to my room and collapsed onto my bed. I slowly closed my eyes and started to drift off to a dreamless sleep. Suddenly an odd flicker dashed in my eyes. My eyes flashed back open and I sat up in my bed. Then there was another flicker. And then another. Finally a full image absorbed my sight and brought me to another place. I was having another vision.

"So you're not mad?" George asked hopefully.

"Oh, George!" Molly squealed, "How could I?"

Molly then hugged her son tightly and laughed in joy. Whatever he wanted to tell her, obviously didn't make her mad at all. Or maybe it did and I just skipped to the good part. But anyways, George had nothing to worry about. And if Molly isn't flipping out about it, then maybe I shouldn't either.

I sighed in relief and rose from my bed. I changed into some comfy pajamas and then slipped under the covers. I then finally let myself enter my usual, peaceful, dreamless sleep.

Rosaline's POV

Everything was dark. I couldn't see anything. If I tried to stick my hand out in front of me, I wouldn't be able to see it. I couldn't tell the difference between closing my eyes and keeping my eyes opened. That was how dark it was.

Suddenly the darkness started to thin out. I could see some sort of image start to form in front of me. I soon found myself in a small park. It was a slightly cloudy day. The park looked abandoned. Not many kids were there to swing on the swing set or climb the rusty jungle gym.

I then turned around and saw a small 13-year-old girl. I immediately knew who it was; the electric blue hair gave it away. The younger version of me was sitting against the fence that bordered the park. A thin notebook was lying in her lap and a pen was in her hand. I smiled to myself when I remembered that I used to write poetry and short stories.

"Hey, Moriali!" someone shouted.

The younger Rosaline looked up from the pages. It looked like she was looking at me, but her eyes were looking through me. I was invisible to her. I turned around to find the source of the voice. Three kids were walking towards the younger me with scowls and smirks on their faces. I gasped and shook my head. I remembered this day; I remembered it almost too well. Lucas Kanner and his two misfit buddies.

Little Rosaline looked back at her notebook, pretending that she hadn't heard anything.

"Hey freak I'm talking to you!" Kanner spat.

"Yeah, he's talking to you!" one of Kanner's friends echoed.

"I heard you," younger Rosaline sighed, "I just didn't feel like responding."

"Well you should learn how to respect your superiors," Kanner said pompously, slightly sticking out his chest as if he something to be proud of.

"You're not talking about yourself, are you?" Rosaline snorted.

"Watch your mouth, Moriali," he snapped.

"What are you going to do, Kanner?" she asked, "You too chicken to actually hurt someone," she added while capping her pen and closing her notebook, "Now if you'll excuse me, I have better things to do."

Rosaline stood up and started to walk past them. But Kanner then pushed her forcefully back. Rosaline's back collided with the fence, making the metal quiver slightly. A sudden look of fear was in her eyes.

"You think I can't beat you up?" Kanner sneered, "You obviously thought wrong."

His fist suddenly swung at her stomach. Rosaline gasped for breath and her knees buckled. I winced at the memory of the pain. Kanner took another swing at her gut, now making her wheeze terribly.

"Stop it!" I screamed. "Stop it, you little prat! STOP!"

But my screaming didn't help. I couldn't do anything to help. I just had to watch the memory re-live itself.

Kanner's fist rose to the air again. It felt like slow motion as he was about to swing it back down. But then someone ran past me and charged at Kanner. He pulled him off of Rosaline and then pushed him towards the fence.

"What the hell dude?" Kanner asked.

"You shouldn't hit girls," the guy glared.

"It's none of your business," he hissed, "So stay out of it."

Kanner was about to walk past the guy. But the stranger pushed him back in his place.

"You're not going to hurt her," he said.

"Make me," Kanner smirked.

The guy's fist then met Kanner's jaw, giving Kanner a busted and bleeding lip. He shouted in pain and then staggered away. His friends followed behind him, scared to be beaten up by the stranger.

The stranger got down on his knees and brought his arms around Rosaline. He slowly brought her in a sitting position, with the fence to support her.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"Yeah," Rosaline wheezed, "You didn't have to do that, you know."

"Do you think I'm going to let some jack-ass get away with hurting a girl?" he scoffed.

"Well I appreciate the whole 'knight-in-shining-armor-act,' but you shouldn't waste it on someone like me," Rosaline shrugged.

"Someone like you?" the guy asked curiously.

"They think I'm a freak," she sighed, "But it's true. I am a freak."

"No you're not," he shook his head.

"I'm different from the others," Rosaline said, "I'm not normal. I do things that only freaks do."

"I don't think you're freak," he said.

"Why?" Rosaline rolled her eyes.

"Because I consider myself a freak," he shrugged, "And I'm just like you."

Younger Rosaline raised her eyebrows curiously and then smirked in disbelief.

"That's not possible," she said.

"Really?" he asked.

"Really," Rosaline replied.

The stranger looked towards a small patch of wildflowers that were growing along the edge of the fence. Suddenly one of the wildflowers was plucked from the grass and floated towards Rosaline; all on it's own, as if an invisible person was holding it. Rosaline's eyes went wide in amazement and watched as the flower landed in her lap. She looked at the stranger sitting next to her, who was now smirking at her reaction.

"I thought I was the only one," Rosaline said.

"There are hundreds of people like us," he said, "We can all do something...special."

Rosaline eyes sparkled with enjoyment. She wasn't the only one that could do something known to be impossible. There were people just like her; and this brought a smile to her face.

"I'm Rosaline," she said.

"Blaine," the guy nodded.

She smiled wider as she met her new friend. What she didn't know was that the same friend would end up crushing her in the end. I watched sadly as the memory played in front of me. I thought I would forget this day. It was the day I first met Blaine. He became my best friend. He promised that he would take me away from this pathetically small town; and he did. He managed to get two tickets to Hong Kong. I thought that he was the greatest person ever. Of course he could be cocky and always admired glory, but there was so much more to him. Or so I thought.

Slowly the younger versions of me and Blaine started to fade away. Soon I was only person in the park. I was all alone, like I was in real life.

"Dwelling on the past, I see," someone said from behind me.

I turned around startled and saw the present form of Blaine leaning against the pole of the swing set. He was smirking at me, like he usually did.

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

"Well I didn't come here on purpose," he said, "It is your dream."

"Then go away," I snapped, "I never want to see you again."

I waited for him to disappear. But he didn't. He noticed that I was waiting and then started to laugh.

"What, did you think that you could say 'go away' and I'd be gone?" he chuckled, "It's not that easy, Rosie."

"Don't...call..me...that," I hissed.

"You used to like it when I called you that," he smirked.

"Well that was before," I said, "This is now. And now, I want you to get out of my life."

"What did I ever do to you?" he asked.

"You know what you did," I growled.

"Oh yeah," he laughed, "That."

"You think this is funny?" I asked. I could feel my eyes watering up with tears.

"Of course it's funny!" he said, "It's hilarious!"

I stared at him in utter shock. Is he seriously amused at my anger and sadness? A tear slowly rolled down my cheek. He didn't care. He didn't care at all what I felt or thought.

"I hate you," I whispered.

His laughter echoed throughout the empty park. It taunted me and haunted my mind. I could see the darkness return to me. But the laughter was still there.

I shot up from my bed when I woke up from my dream. It was more like a nightmare though. I sighed in relief and rest my head in hands. Suddenly my palms became wet. I pulled them away from my face and then immediately realized that I was crying. I quickly wiped away the tears. I ran my hands through my hair and then lied back down. I turned onto my side and brought my knees up to my chest. I had stopped crying, but there was still a quivering weakness in my breath.

I didn't sleep well the rest of the night. I didn't sleep at all. I only tossed and turned and stared at the ceiling. I was afraid that if I closed my eyes and tried to sleep, the dream would come back.

Morning came slowly. It felt like a lifetime until the sun finally rose. I tiredly dragged my feet from my bed and went down to the kitchen to make myself a cup of coffee. I didn't eat anything. Once I finished my cup, I went back upstairs. I spent the whole day staring out the window.

I watched as the sun started to set; meaning that it was already evening. Sirius came up to tell me that there would be an Order meeting. And that meant I had to stay in my room. It wasn't like I was going to leave anyway.

I started to become bored just sitting in my room. So I got up from my seat on my bed and quietly sneaked out, towards the stairs and tried to listen in on meeting.

"I still don't think it's possible," Lupin sighed.

"Stop being narrow-minded, Remus!" Moody snapped, "We need to look into each possibility."

"I'll have to agree with Remus," Mrs. Weasley said, "It does sound possible, but it doesn't fit right."

"Of course it fits!" Moody said, "How can you not see that Harry could be possessed by Voldemort?"

Possessed? As in Voldemort had full control of Harry?

"I've had a possessed kid before, Mad-Eye," Mr. Weasley said, "And she said that if Harry was possessed then Harry wouldn't remember anything he was doing. He'd have long periods of black-outs."

Someone sighed in boredom. It sounded vaguely familiar to me.

"I believe we have discussed this quite enough," Snape said, "I think we should what to do with Potter's connection to the Dark Lord. Dumbledore has assigned me to have Occlumency lessons with the boy."
"And you're sure it will help Harry keep You-Know-Who out of his head?" Mrs. Weasley asked worriedly.

"Of course," he said dully.

"You better be helping him," Sirius hissed, "Because if you're only doing this to mess with him even more, I'll make your nose even more crooked."

"Calm down, Black," Snape sighed, "I see that you're trying to be the parental role for Potter, but it is no use. It didn't even work for your own niece."

What did you say? Why you little...

I glared as I slowly made my way down the stairs and sat down at the bottom step. I listened with my ear very close to the door.

"That's none of your business, Snivellus," Sirius snapped.

"Stop your bickering, you two!" Mrs. Weasley ordered, "Stop being stubborn for once in your lives, set asides your differences and focus on what matters right at the moment!"

An awkward silence followed her outburst. It left an unsettling feeling in the room.

"Alright," Mr. Weasley said, breaking the silence, "So Severus, will Occlumency help Harry completely and fully?"

"I am a very talented in Legilimency," Snape said, "I could penetrate anyone's mind right now if I wanted to. With my help, Potter will be in full control."

"On anyone you say?" Moody asked curiously, "Then how about we see a practice lesson right here?"

"I don't think anyone's up to volunteering," Lupin said.

"Well Rosaline's right outside," Moody said, "Why don't we ask her?"

Yeah ask Rosa - wait, that's me...SHIT!

I jumped up from my seat and started to go back up the stairs when the door swung open. I stopped in place and stayed completely frozen.

"Rosaline," Sirius said.

I didn't say anything and kept still in my frozen position.

"Just because you're not moving doesn't mean I can't see you," Sirius sighed.

I then moved my arm from a mid-air position to down by my side.

"How about now?" I asked.

"Rosaline," he said, starting to get irritated.

"Fine," I groaned.

I turned around and walked back down the stairs. I entered the room, watching all eyes gaze on me.

"Ah, yes," Snape sighed when he recognized me, "Miss Moriali of Ravenclaw. And I thought Miss Lovegood was odd," he added eying my blue hair.

"Yes, her hair is blue!" Tonks suddenly exclaimed, "Look at my hair! It's purple!"

"Thank you, Tonks," I said politely, "But I'm okay. At least my hair is clean."

Sirius stifled a laugh as Snape glared at me terribly. Hey, it's not my fault he doesn't use shampoo!

"This will be pleasant," he then smirked.

Snape pulled out his wand in one swift movement. Within seconds he was pointing it towards me.

"Legilimens!" he said.

I waited for something to happen...but nothing did. I curiously looked over myself, seeing if something changed.

"So..." I paused, "What was supposed to happen?"

Sirius bit down on his knuckle, still trying not to laugh. Snape looked at me shocked. Everyone was surprised. I didn't get was supposed to happen, so I just stood there confused.

"Maybe it's because she's a muggle?" Tonks shrugged.

"The spell even works on muggles," Snape sneered, "I shall try again. Legilimens!"

Once again, nothing happened. Sirius was now as curious as everyone else. I was curious too honestly. Why wasn't it working?