A/N: Okay I also forgot to mention that I wrote over the weekend...so, yeah. I'll have another one posted right after this one is posted.

Rosaline's POV

No matter how hard I thought, I still couldn't think of why Snape's spell didn't work. It couldn't be because of me being a Shadow; Shadows were never known to have a mind-shielding power, if that's what it was. Maybe his wand was cracked or something. There had to be a logical explanation to this.

Sirius, Moody and Lupin tried asking me what happened; if I knew anything behind it or if it had to do with my powers, but I only shook my head and said "I don't know. I've never seen that happen before." If I knew anything I would have told them.

I spent that night tossing and turning like I did the night before, only for a different reason. I had only realized until now that I hadn't thought about Blaine for a while. I was slightly relieved but also upset, since I brought him back up again.

The dream had still haunted my thoughts. It drowned out any other trouble or worry that I had on my mind. It forced me to think about it and only it. I wished I could think about something else, or just do something to take my mind off of it.

I looked out my window and saw that the sun was setting. Maybe I could step outside for just a moment; so I could breathe in the fresh air and clear my mind. I pulled on my shoes and a dark hoodie. I quietly went down the stairs and managed to get past Sirius without being caught. I pulled the hood over my head and slipped out the door.

The slightly chilled air filled my lungs pleasantly. A faint breeze ran through a few strands of my blue hair that were peeking out of the hood. I walked down the few steps in front of the house and peacefully walked down the sidewalk. I reminded myself a few times to not walk too far, but being outside felt great. I had stayed hidden for so long that I almost forgot the sky looked like at sunset. I smiled as I admired the pink and red color that spilled over the sky like knocked over buckets of paint.

I had enjoyed my walk so much that I hadn't realized that someone was following me. When I finally acknowledged that fact, I started to slow down my pace. I carefully turned around, but surprisingly saw no one.

That's when I felt someone run up from behind me and quickly grip onto my wrist. Before I could scream, the stranger cover my mouth with his free hand and pulled me away to the nearest alley. I struggled against his grip, but he finally let me go. I pushed myself away from him and turned to punch the asshole in the face, but then I gasped.

"Hey Rosie," Blaine smirked.

"What the FUCK, Blaine?" I shrieked, "Is that how you greet people now? You stalk them, snatch them when their not looking and then drag them into an alley?"

"Calm down," he rolled his eyes, "It's not like I hurt you."

"What are you doing here anyway?" I asked, "Are you here to take me in like that foul toad-faced bitch did?"

"Surprisingly, no," he said.

I was surprised, too. The moron works for Division, so why doesn't he turn me in? I raised my eyebrows curiously and crossed my arms.

"Then why are you here?" I asked.

"I just wanted to talk," he said, "We haven't had a chance to do that recently."

"Yeah, I was too busy," I said sarcastically, "You know, since I was kidnapped by your people."

"God, you really don't want to see me, do you?" he chuckled.

"Oh, it's that obvious?" I hissed.

"Come on, Rosie -" he said.

"I thought I told you not to call me that," I snapped.

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

"You know exactly what you did," I told him.

"Really? I don't think so."

"DON'T LIE TO ME! YOU DO KNOW, SO DON'T PLAY DUMB! I HONESTLY CAN'T BELIEVE YOU RIGHT NOW! HOW COULD YOU? HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO ME?"

He didn't reply. He only stared at me with no expression or emotion.

"I DON'T UNDERSTAND HOW COULD BE SUCH A FUCKING ASSHOLE? HOW CAN YOU LIVE YOURSELF?" I shouted, with tears starting to fill my eyes, "YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST WALK IN AND EVERYTHING WILL BE FINE? AS IF NOTHING EVER FUCKING HAPPENED? WELL YOU'RE WRONG!"

He looked down at his feet, which were nervously kicking at the dirt. He looked at back up at me in silence. A single tear ran down my cheek as I stared at him in anger.

"I hate you," I whispered.

He still didn't say anything. I guessed that he had nothing to say. So I walked out of the alley and ran back home. I finally reached Sirius's door and quietly walked back in. I tried so hard not to cry too loudly as I tip-toed up the stairs. I made it to my room and shut the door behind me. Then I finally let the tears flow freely. I collapsed on the ground and cried until all of the tears had left my body.

The sad part out of all of it was that even though I hated Blaine, a small part of me still loved him.

Blaine's POV

"I hate you," she whispered as a tear streamed down the side of her face.

I felt my heart drop to my stomach. I swallowed down the forming lump in my throat and continued to not say anything. She stared at me with giant watery eyes and then ran off. I could feel my heart breaking more and more the further she ran away. I leaned against the wall and slid down to the ground. I furiously ran my hands through my hair and breathed away the tears that were dying to leave my eyes.

Suck it up, Blaine. Don't be a wimp. Guys don't cry.

I wiped my eyes to keep myself from crying. The memory of Rosaline crying is probably what made me want to cry as well. And then her saying that she hated me made me want to cry even more. I felt like such a wimp even when I thought about crying.

Sometimes I wished I could go back in time and start it all over. I wished that I had never betrayed her. Then I could still be by her side, and hold her when she got scared and cheer her up when she was upset. It would be like we were still 13 and Division didn't want to hunt us down. But this time I would have enough guts to tell her that I loved her.

But what would have happened if I didn't join Division? Would she still be alive? Being a part of Division had its ups and downs; they were the enemy but they said that they wouldn't kill Rosaline if I joined them. And then there were be times when I missed her terribly, which reminded me why I joined. But if I hadn't had joined she wouldn't hate me right now. Why did it all have to be so damn complicated?

I rested my head on my knees and closed my eyes. One thought kept running through my head over and over again: I love her. I love her. I love her. I love her...

I got back on my feet and walked out of the alley. I looked towards the sidewalk, hoping that Rosaline would still be there, but she wasn't. I sighed and then slowly walked back to Division headquarters. The whole time on the way back I mentally hit myself in face and told myself how much of a dickhead I was.

Aaralyn's POV

It was the start of another day at the shop. Business was going through the roof for us. Kids really did love George and Fred's products. It's almost like they live for it. But it was fun working there. Well it was until this morning.

"No," I said.

"Please?" George asked.

"No," I repeated.

"Please?" George asked again.

"No," I said once again.

"Please? Please? Please?" George begged.

"No!" I said, "And that's final!"

"Why not?" he groaned.

"Two reasons," I said, "One, it's ugly. And two, it's freakin' pink!"

"It's not that bad," George rolled his eyes, "And it's magenta not pink."

"No offense, but that sounded really gay," I said.

"Shut up," he said, "Why can't you just wear it?"

"I already told you why," I said.

"Please?" he asked again.

"No," I said, "There's no way in sweet hell that I will wear that as my uniform!"

"Come on," George begged, "Please just wear it."

"No," I repeated.

"Wear it!" he ordered.

I raised my eyebrows in part annoyance and part shock and crossed my arms. George's face went from frustrated to 'oh-crap-I-know-that-face.'

"Sorry," he said, but more in a form in a question.

He weakly smiled but my expression still didn't change.

"I'm not wearing it," I said.

"...Fine," he said.

"Thank you," I sarcastically smiled.

I walked past him and towards the storage room. I pulled out a few more boxes of Anti Gravity Hats and walk to the ladder. I pushed it to the side and slid to the half-empty shelf of Anti Gravity Hats. One by one I place the ones in my hand onto the shelf.

I stepped down from the ladder and then walked to the counter, where a few kids were waiting to pay for their items. A two young boys walked up to me and handed me a few things.

"Two knuts and seven sickles," I said.

They handed me the money and I put their purchases in a bag.

"Have a nice day," I smiled sweetly.

They grinned back and walked out the door.

"Oh so you're nice to them, but you treat me like dirt," George said, making me turn around.

"Man up," I playfully rolled my eyes.

"Hey Aaralyn!" Verity shouted from the other side of the shop.

A few days ago we hired another employee to help out a little. She was near Fred and George's age and was great company when Fred and George were...well, Fred and George.

"Yeah?" I yelled back.

"We're running low on love potions," she said.

"I'm on it," I said.

As I walked by George, but then stopped. I stood on my tip-toes and kissed him lovingly on the lips. Once I pulled away I smiled brightly at him.

"Better?" I asked.

"Maybe," he smirked.

I giggled and then went back to the storage room. I returned quickly with two handfuls of love potions and poured them into the pink, lily-shaped pot. Several young witches were swarming the shelves of the WonderWitch section. I was so glad I had thought of this idea, but Verity helped me think of most of the products.

"So I'm guessing you heard about the uniforms?" I asked.

"Yeah," she said, "But they sound so ghastly."

"They are!" I said, "But I managed to get George to reconsider the idea."

"Thank Merlin," she sighed in relief, "Maybe they'll think of something more suitable...like scarlet or green. I don't care, any color besides magenta."

"Agreed," I chuckled.

I then walked back to the cash register and spent the rest of the day checking out purchases and refilling shelves. Finally it was closing time, which meant I could go upstairs and relax.

"I'll lock up," George offered.

I handed him the keys and smiled in thanks. I tiredly walked up the stairs and opened the door to the flat. As I walked in, I felt a sudden light-headedness. So, I walked into the kitchen and poured myself a glass of water. I leaned against the kitchen counter and slowly drank. But I still felt light-headed. Then I got a head-ache. My vision occasionally blurred as I gently rubbed my forehead. I then winced when I felt a terrible, piercing pain in my head, making me drop my glass. I heard it shatter against the ground. I felt my knees growing weak, I so I grabbed onto the counter to keep my on feet.

"Aaralyn?" I heard a fading voice ask me.

But then the pain grew stronger. I gasped and fell to the ground. My vision was completely gone and so was my strength. I could feel someone holding onto me. Someone was shouting but it sounded like they were hundreds of yards away.

Suddenly my sight returned, but I was in a different scene. It was a large, dark, empty room; except for the golden fountain that stood in the middle. I looked to my left and saw Dumbledore and Harry. Another person was there, too. He was bald and ghostly pale. I immediately knew it was Voldemort. But then he disappeared into dust. I felt like I missed something though. Before I knew it, Harry was on the ground, twitching and wincing. What was wrong with him?

Dumbledore leaned over him and was telling him something, but I couldn't hear what. I suddenly felt myself zooming in on Harry. His eyes screamed with pain as he shook and gasped. The lightning scar on his forehead was really red, and probably was giving him severe pain since he was grabbing onto his forehead.

A faint voice started to fill my ears. Slowly the voice became clearer and louder.

"Aaralyn!" someone was shouting, "Aaralyn! Can you hear me? Look at me, Aaralyn! Aaralyn!"

My sight went out again, but quickly it came back. I looked up to see Fred and George looking over me. Fred looked freaked out and George looked extremely worried, as if he thought I was dying or something.

"Are you okay?" he asked, "What happened?"

"I-I-I saw s-something," I weakly stuttered.

"You saw something?" Fred repeated, "As in, into the future."

I nodded in reply.

"What did you see?" George asked.

"I don't know," I said, "But I think it was Harry's death."

George and Fred gawked at me with their jaws hanging open. I quickly got up from the floor and ran to the door.

"I have to go find him," I said.

"No, you can't leave," George said worriedly.

"I'm fine," I rolled my eyes.

As I reached for the door I saw that my hand was shaking terribly. I grasped onto the doorknob, but once I turned it, my knees gave out again. George's arms quickly wrapped around before I hit the ground. He carefully brought me over to the couch.

"You're not leaving," he ordered.

"This only temporary," I said, "I'll be fine. But Harry's in trouble! We have to go find him before he gets hurt."

"Harry can take care of himself," Fred said, "He always has. But you're in no state to go out and about."

"But I have to," I said, "If I don't he could -"

"Stop being a bloody hero for 10 minutes," George begged, "Please."

I looked into his eyes and saw that he was worried and loved me too much to watch me risk my life again.

"...Okay," I sighed in defeat.

"Thank you," he said.

He then kissed my forehead and walked into the kitchen. I glared at the ground, which Fred noticed immediately.

"He's only worried that you'll get hurt," Fred said, "Just let him calm down over the fact you fainted in the kitchen."

I smiled weakly and nodded in agreement. George returned and sat down next to me, protectively wrapping his arm around me. I leaned my head against his chest and then realized that I had forgotten how tired I was.

There was a faint ringing sound from downstairs, which meant someone was at the door. Whoever it was, was really impatient because then they knocked very fast and then rang the bell again.

"I'll go tell them we're closed," Fred said as he walked downstairs.

I felt my eyelids starting to grow heavy. I slowly closed my eyes and started to go to sleep, when unfortunately a loud shrieking noise from downstairs woke me up. It became louder and louder as it came to the door. The door swung open and revealed Molly and Arthur with Fred right behind them. Molly had watery eyes and Arhtur's usual giddy face was rather solemn.

"Oh George!" Molly gasped, "Thank Merlin you three are still here! We thought you ran off with the others!"

"Others?" I asked curiously.

"Dad, what is Mum talking about?" Fred asked impatiently.

"Harry and few of other student broke into the Ministry of Magic," Arthur explained, "Including Ginny and Ron."

"What happened?" George asked.

"A group of Death Eaters ambushed them in the Department of Mysteries," Arthur said as Molly wailed miserably.

"Are they alright?" I asked.

"All of the kids got out safely," Arthur said, "A few members of the Order came to help. But..."

Molly's crying then became louder when Arthur didn't finish his sentence. If none of the kids got hurt then why was she crying? And what was that I saw if Harry didn't die?

"What happened?" I asked as I stood on my feet.

"S-Sirius," Arthur said, "He's gone."

My eyes widened as I felt my heart drop to my gut. My own uncle, my only flesh and blood...was dead? My eyes started to water and my lower lip started quivering.

"N-No," I stuttered, "H-H-He couldn't be. He's n-not...dead?"

"I'm terribly sorry, Aaralyn," Arthur said.

"H-How?" I whispered, "Why? I-It c-can't be true. He can't be!"

"He is," he said, "I am sorry."

"Aaralyn," George said.

I then ran to my room before I could let the tears fall. I slammed the door behind me and then cried. It felt like hundreds of tears were running down my face. I curled up against the wall and cried into my hands. No matter how hard I tried to stop myself, the tears just kept coming. I couldn't believe he was dead. I wouldn't believe it. I didn't even get to know him well enough. I had just been reunited with my family...and then it disappeared before my eyes, as if it never existed.