A/N: I'm terribly sorry for the delay. I would have updated sooner, but I got caught up in getting ready for school. I go back on MONDAY! EEEEP! I'm pretty psyched...but also nervous. I'll be trying update at least every day when the school year starts, but in the beginning of the school year it will be hard to get the routine in. But I'm starting to get to the good stuff. 6th year is EVENTFUL. Drama, suspense, romance, heartbreak, humor, action! A whole bunch of stuff! So in this chapter it is sort of a filler. It's like...a opening to a new adventure chapter. And do you guys remember George's conscience? He's in this chapter! I needed to bring him back at some point! R&R!

Rosaline's POV

I had spent the rest of my summer visiting Luna and watching Harry, Hermione, Ron and Ginny play quidditch in the backyard. I had my occasional fun moments of de-gnoming the garden, talking to Mr. Weasley about muggle devices, or just reading a good book outside.

But today was the last day of summer. So I didn't waste any time packing up my things. I knew that the Weasleys' could tend to be late when going to King's Cross. I had finished packing in an hour. I slowly put away my books, placing them on top of the neatly folded clothes in my trunk. I closed the top and collapsed on my bed in boredom.

Ginny and Hermione suddenly came barging into my room, closing the door quickly behind them.

"Uh..." I looked at them confused, "What's wrong?"

"Phlegm is practically torturing us!" Ginny groaned frustratedly.

"We couldn't take it anymore," Hermione shook her head.

"That does sound dreadful," I nodded my head.

"You're so lucky she doesn't like talking to you," Ginny sighed.

"That's only because my hair is blue," I shrugged, "Thankfully she stopped suggesting that I dye it blonde. I mean, seriously? Blonde? If I had to dye my hair a 'normal color,' I'd pick my original hair color."

"You know, I've always wondered," Hermione said, "What is your real hair color?"

"Red," I said.

"Seriously?" Ginny laughed, "If you dye it back I could tell everyone you're my long-lost sister. You'd fit in perfectly."

"I like my hair this way better," I giggled.

"I think red would be cute," Hermione said.

"Not many people know that I'm a natural redhead," I said, "Only you guys, Aaralyn, my dad and...that's it."

"Liar," Ginny immediately said.

"What?" I asked startled.

"You're lying," she smirked, "Who else? And since you left this person out then something important must have happened. So who is it?"

"No one," I said, "Just an old friend. Really, it's nothing."

"Okay," Ginny rolled her eyes.

"Ginny!" Mrs. Weasley called from downstairs.

She groaned when she heard her mother beckon her. She dragged her feet across the room and stomped down the steps. Hermione sighed and followed moments later. Once they had left, I sighed deeply and leaned against the headboard of the bed. I had forgotten all about him for a good five weeks...until now.

No. Shut up. Don't start thinking about him now. You're finally moving on, don't let one stupid memory stop you! Stop thinking about him...Stop thinking about him...Stop thinking about him...You don't care! You do not care!

Somewhere along the way of mentally scolding myself, I drifted off into a happy, relaxing sleep.

I opened my eyes to a different surrounding, which obviously meant I was dreaming. I usually didn't enjoy my dreams. Because it all seemed to come back to him. He would be everywhere no matter how hard I tried to forget. Lately I hadn't had one of those dreams. I was only praying my winning streak of no nightmares wouldn't end now.

I heard laughter behind me. When I turned around, I saw 13-year-old Blaine sitting next to the blue-haired 13-year-old me on an old park bench. Here we go again.

"So how long have you had blue hair?" Blaine asked.

"Since I was 10," younger Rosaline said.

"What was your hair color before that?" he then asked.

"Red," she said.

"You were a ginger?" Blaine chuckled.

"Shut up," Rosaline rolled her eyes.

"No, it's not bad," he suppressed a laugh.

"I knew you'd laugh," she scoffed.

"I didn't mean it," Blaine sighed, "Seriously, red's not that bad. But I honestly like blue better."

She blushed and quickly looked away to hide her red cheeks. She spent awhile looking down at her hands.

"So today's my last day," she sighed, changing the subject.

"Yeah," Blaine said, "Tomorrow you'll be on a plane to Hong Kong."

"Yeah," she nodded awkwardly.

"Why do you have to go?" Blaine pouted childishly.

"Because my dad said so," she shrugged.

Blaine rolled his eyes and then smirked to himself.

"You won't last two days without me," he chuckled.

"Yeah," Rosaline said sarcastically, "How can I live without hearing your obnoxious comments?"

"Exactly," Blaine said, "Face it, you need me."

"Yeah right," Rosaline scoffed.

"Whatever," he said, "Just pray that the Asians don't take your soul."

"They won't take my soul," she laughed.

"Yes they will!" Blaine said, "And you obviously want to keep your soul, so now you have to stay here."

"I knew it," Rosaline giggled.

"What?"

"I don't need you. You're the one who needs me."

"Please. I'll be fine without you. There are plenty of things to do here without you."
"Like what?"

Blaine paused and pretended to be in thought, only making Rosaline laugh more. He broke out into a smile and laughed with her.

"Alright you caught me. I'm going to miss you, Rosie."

"I'll miss you, too."

"Why Hong Kong?" Blaine asked suddenly.

"I don't know," Rosaline shrugged, "Maybe because it's really far from here. And the farther, the better."

"Is it really that bad here?"

"Everyone here hates me, Blaine."

"Not true," Blaine said, making Rosaline look up at him hopefully, "You're dad obviously loves you. Because otherwise you'd probably be in a foster home, like me."

She lightly chuckled and playfully shoved his shoulder. Blaine laughed at his own joke and shoved her back. Slowly the two 13-year-olds started to fade away in front of me. Soon they were gone, and I was all alone again. Now was about the time when the real Blaine would pop up and act like the douchebag he always was.

"Such a cheerful memory," a familiar voice chuckled, "What made you think of this day?"

I looked over my shoulder and found Blaine standing a few feet behind me. I wasn't going to let him get to me this time. I turned my head back forward and started walking. I heard him call my name but I ignored him. Suddenly Blaine was right next to me, wrapping his arms tightly around me.

"Did you seriously think you could get away that easily?" he smirked.

"Let go," I growled.

"I don't feel like it," he shrugged.

"Let go," I repeated, "Now."

"Oh, someone's being bitchy," Blaine teased.

I managed to get out of his grip and walk away. But he followed me, the one thing I didn't want right now.

"Come on, Rosie," he sighed, "You're not mad."

"How do you know I'm not?" I hissed.

"Because I know you," he smirked, "You can't stay mad at me for five minutes. You always come crawling back."

"Not this time," I said, glaring into his green eyes.

"Liar," he shook his head.

"I'm not lying," I growled.

"You're a liar, Rosie," he chuckled, "And you're a coward. A liar, a coward...and a freak."

The words started to echo in my head over and over again: liar, coward, freak, liar, coward, freak. I started to grow short of breath from panicking. He called me a freak, when I remembered he had promised to never call me that. No matter how hard I tried to get it out of my head, it wouldn't go away. I squeezed my eyes shut and covered my ears with the palms of my hands, hoping the echoes would go away, but it was still there.

Go away, go away, go away...Please, go away.

I opened my eyes again and saw it was dark all around me, but the voices were still there. I screamed bloody murder, digging my nails frustratedly into my head. Why wouldn't it go away?

I jumped from my bed, quietly shrieking as I woke. It was dark out, and dead silent in the house. Everyone was still asleep, dreaming happily and sleeping soundly. I sighed deeply and leaned my back against headboard. I looked out the small window to my right, seeing the bright moon beaming down at me. Several tiny stars were splashed into the midnight sky, making it faintly glitter. How could such a beautiful night be one of the worst nights of my life?

George's POV

"George," someone said quietly, "George. George. George, wake up!"

My eyes shot open and I looked around my dark room to see who was waking me up. I thought it was probably Fred, but I didn't see him anywhere. I narrowed my eyes curiously as I tried to find who it was. I rolled my eyes and shrugged as I started to go back to sleep.

"Don't go back to sleep," someone snapped.

The sound of the sudden voice made me jump from my bed. I stood up and quickly looked around the room again. Who the bloody hell was that?

"Chill, mate, it's me," the voice said.

I looked towards the dark corner by my door. A figure started to form in the shadows and stepped forward. He wasn't anyone I knew, but I felt like I'd seen him from somewhere. I raised an eyebrow and looked up and down at him. He dressed in all black and had a black and white checkered wristband on his wrist. Where had I seen him before? His dark brown eyes glinted as he smirked at me.

"Is this any way to great your conscience?" he asked.

My eyes widened in realization. I remembered when I had first met him in the common room. Well it was a dream that took place in the common...but still, it was the same thing. I also remembered him being a real arsehole.

"Oh," I sighed, "It's you."

"Nice to see you, too," he said sarcastically.

"What do you want?" I sighed annoyed.

"I figured that since I hadn't seen you in a while, I'd stop by and say hello," he said.

"Really?" I asked, not believing him.

"No," he shook his head, "I missed messing with your head."

"How lovely," I scoffed.

"I did want to talk to you about something," he said, leaning against the door.

"What?" I asked.

"Nothing much," he shrugged, "Just some upcoming events."

"Merlin's beard," I muttered when I realized what he was talking about.

"So you know what I'm talking about," he chuckled.

"I don't need your opinion," I said.

"Ouch," he fake-winced, "I'm hurt."

"Sod off," I rolled my eyes.

"If you keep treating me like this, I might not help when you really need it," he said.

"When will I ever want your help?" I asked.

"I don't know honestly," he said.

"Alright, let's get this over with," I sighed, "What did you want to say?"

"Well, I just wanted to tell you that you might want to hold it off for a bit," he said, "For maybe...forever."

"I knew you'd say that," I chuckled dully.

"Oh, come on," he said, "The idea is a little insane. I know your mother disagrees, but that's your mum, it doesn't count. And your brother doesn't count either. You two got the same mind."

"Anyone who disagrees with you doesn't count as an opinion," I said.

"True," he shrugged.

"How about we make a deal?" I said, "I hold it off until Bill and Fleur's wedding. That would be until next summer, so it's basically a year."

He groaned, wanting to object but sighed instead. He stayed silent for a while, obviously thinking about it and then nodded.

"Okay," he said, "I think it's still mental, but okay. You go and do...whatever. Well, I best be going. It's morning."

I looked out my window and frowned. It was still dark out. I turned back around to tell him wrong, but he was gone. Suddenly a new voice slowly started to call to me.

Aaralyn's POV

I opened the door to George's room and poked my head in. He was still in his bed, sleeping soundly.

"George," I whispered, "George, wake up."

I smirked and walked over to his side. I leaned down to his ear while running my hand through his red hair.

"George," I repeated little louder, "George."

He groaned a little, acknowledging that he was slightly awake. I was now centimeters from his face, and slowly started to close the gap between. My lips brushed gently against his, teasing him slightly. I started to pull away, when George suddenly wrapped his arms around me tightly and pulled me back down to him. I gasped as he turned over, making him on top of me. His eyes were wide open now, sparkling down at mine brightly. He smirked and kissed me sweetly yet roughly. He pulled away just slightly, leaving me me breathless.

"I told you not to tease me," he whispered against my lips.

I giggled and pulled him back to my lips. I wrapped my arms loosely around his neck as I felt one of his hands running up my back to the back of my neck to keep me on his lips. I could feel his tongue brushing slowly across my bottom lip. The cool feeling of his tongue made me gasp, parting my lips just enough to let him enter. His tongue danced against mine passionately mine. I pulled away moments later, out of breath and heart racing madly. I rested my forehead against George's and looked deeply into his eyes.

"We have to go to work," I whispered.

George groaned disappointingly. I tried to slip away from his grasp, but he held on tighter.

"I don't want to leave," he muttered, "Can't we skip work?"

"No," I giggled, "Now get up. We're opening up the shop soon."

I finally pulled away from him and walked out of his room. I walked into the kitchen and poured myself a cup of coffee.

"Is he up yet?" Fred asked.

"He should be now," I sighed.

"Oh, Aaralyn!" Fred gasped, "That's disgusting!"

"Shut up, I didn't mean it that way," I rolled my eyes, "...Well, not exactly."

"Ugh," he stuck out his tongue, "Excuse me while I go vomit."

He stood up, put his coffee mug in the sink and walked towards the door that led downstairs.

"I'm going to open up the shop," he said.

"I'll be down in a second," I said.

Fred closed the door behind him. I finished my coffee and put the empty mug in the sink. Suddenly a pair of long arms wrapped around me from behind. One arm stayed strongly against me as the other brushed the hair off my shoulder. George lightly kissed my neck, making me feel weak and...giggly.

"St-st-stop," I stuttered, "George, kn-knock it off."

"I know you don't mean that," he whispered seductively.

Don't give in. Don't give in. Don't give in.

I sighed deeply and turned around, still wrapped in George's arms. I kissed him roughly and held on tightly. He seemed a little shocked but gladly kissed back. Seconds later I pulled away and smirked.

"Fred just opened up the shop," I said, "Time for work."

I walked out the door, leaving George shocked and breathless. I walked down the stairs, seeing that the business was already running. Several kids were already in the shop with their parents. Since school had started today, there weren't that many older kids in the shop. It also meant business would be a little slower than usual, but nothing drastic.

About a few hours into work, I took a break. I went back up to the flat and poured a cup of tea. I leaned against the counter and let the warm liquid run happily through my body. I had fifteen minutes left before I had to go back to work, which left me wondering on what to do. Then I remembered there was still an old box from Sirius that I needed to open. But my gut kept telling me not to. Why though? What's in there?

"The hell with it," I muttered.

I set the tea on the counter and walked into my room, where the dusty box sat. I sat down on my bed, setting the box on my lap. I brushed the palm of my hand over the top and let the dust fly away from the surface. I opened up the top, holding my breath every second. I released it in relief when I saw nothing freaky in it. Just a few photographs (charmed of course), a journal, and an old velvet box.

I picked up the photos, looking at each one at a time. The first one was a picture of two teenaged boys sitting in the study in Grimmauld. They were both quite handsome, one had curlier hair than the other and also looked older, which made me recognize him as Sirius. So that meant the other one was Regulus, my dad. They looked at each other with secret scowls, showing their hate for each other. I smirked and set the picture down. I picked up the next one showing a young woman, sitting by a fountain reading a book. She had long black hair that curled elegantly. She looked up at the camera and smiled, then laughed and looked back down at her book. She was my mom; she was Annabeth. I smiled at her, watching the scene replay over and over again. I never got to know her; or her smile, laugh, or even the sound of her voice. I turned to the next photo and smiled brightly. Regulus and Annabeth were in each others arms, she was wearing a beautiful white dress and he was wearing a well fitted suit. It was their wedding. Mom was smiling brighter than any other picture, and Dad's eyes were sparkling like diamonds. They were so happy.

I saw the journal buried underneath the photographs and picked it up. The pages were yellowing with age and the leather cover was starting to crack and peel. I opened it to were the black ribbon was bookmarked. Faded black ink was scratched into the pages in an elegant scribble. It read:

The Dark Lord is rising, more powerful every day. I feel honored to be able to serve him. My parents would be proud of me. The only one who hates my good deeds is Sirius. He just has to be the rebellious child, doesn't he?...

At that moment I could tell it was Dad's. I'm pretty sure Mom wouldn't write anything about this; unless she joined the Death Eaters without anyone knowing. I continued to flip through the pages, until I found the perfect entry.

My parents always told me that they would find the perfect wife for me; a pureblood with a wealthy family. But now these days, wizards are marrying mudbloods, elves, even muggles! It's mad. Even though I knew marrying a pureblood was the right thing to do for the family name, it didn't feel right. How am I supposed to love someone I barely know? Mother keeps telling me that I'll grow to love her, but my parents were arranged to be married and they aren't exactly that happy being together. If they aren't found of each other, then how will I handle it?

I lost complete faith until today. I was walking through a small muggle town, which was unfortunately a shortcut to the Death Eater meeting. Could it get any worse? Apparently it could because then it started to rain; just my luck. Several muggles rushed back into their houses or started to run to their destination. I only walked. But then I stopped, because I saw something. A young woman, obviously a muggle, was still out in the freezing, pouring rain. She was looking up to the gray sky and laughing. Her smile lit up in the gloomy town. Her long, dark, curly hair was drenched and clinging to her body. She started to twirl and dance to the sound of the rain. She spun in a full circle, her dress twirling with her as she moved, and laughed loudly. It rung out in the quiet street, and made my heart leap out of my chest. I had never seen such a beautiful, care-free girl. She stopped and then turned towards me. Her eyes look at me curiously, when I realized I was still staring at her...possibly smiling. I snapped back to reality and walked away. My heart was aching every step farther away from her graceful figure. I had an urge to walk right up to her and kiss her soft, beautifully pale lips. I wanted to hear her laugh every second of the day and only look at her smile.

He was talking about Mom. She sounded amazing. For a moment I felt like my dad, dying to hear her laugh and watch her smile. I almost felt tears prickling in my eyes, which I quickly wiped away. I closed the journal and set it on my nightstand with the photos. The last thing in the box was the old velvet box. I opened it and saw a golden chain with a medium-sized teardrop diamond hanging from it. It must have been Mom's; maybe Dad gave it to her, or her parents.

"Aaralyn," George's voice called me. I looked up and saw him walking into my room.

"You okay?" he asked.

I nodded and closed the velvet box. I put the photos and journal in the box with the necklace and closed the box. As I set it back on my nightstand I got up and went back to work. Dad's words still flew in my mind. The image of Mom dancing in the rain made me smile. The photographs were stuck in my mind like tattoos. It's Sirius gave me everything I wanted to know, and I didn't even ask.

A/N: We finally find out what's in the box! Hooray! So go review and tell what you thought of the chapter! And I apologize if it kinda sucked, I haven't written in a while.