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(Saturday, March 14th)

The Room of Requirement was almost empty, save for a handful of students, when Aberforth came through the portrait with a sack in one hand. Neville went over to the wizard, hoping that it was the ingredients that he had asked for, and greeted him.

"Aberforth. Coming over unannounced now, yeah?"

"Well Ariana already told me that you were here, so I felt that there was no need to make an entrance."

"Understandable. What's in the sack?"

The wizard handed the parcel to the Gryffindor. Neville opened it up, the smile on his face growing. It was exactly what he had asked for.

"Thanks Ab."

"Best be keeping that well hidden though. If Snape were to find those, well-"

"He won't. I know exactly where I am keeping them. I'm not even going to tell Aubrielle about it. If I do, she'll freak out for reasons that are too long to name right now."

"Sounds good son. I've got get going though. Work and all. I'll be in touch shortly."

"Thank you."

The old man walked up the stone steps and was gone as quickly as he had come. Neville took the small burlap bag and stuffed it in his robe pocket. He went over to retrieve his wand from his cot before exiting the Room and heading for the greenhouses.

He walked quickly, just wanting to hide the substances in his pocket, and darted back to his little office. He shut the door behind him and used several spells to ensure that there would be no intruders, namely his girlfriend who loved to surprise him at his office unannounced. He took a large wooden bowl off one of his shelves and grabbed the corresponding grinder. He untied the knot on the bag and carefully took out each ingredient. Phoenix feather, moondew, fluxweed, dittany, and dragon blood. All the ingredients to make Doua Sansa were there and he did not waste any time in making the reviving potion. After Aubrielle had told him of her nightmare that she had some months prior, he actually felt that it was a good idea to give her her own vial full of it. If she were in battle, she would be able to save herself. The reason he was refusing to tell her was the fact that it would cause her to think that her dream was actually some sort of sign or the future, and he didn't want her to think like that. Sure, Neville had no idea what was going to happen in this war, and he might end up dead by the end of it, but he knew his girlfriend and he didn't want her stressing herself out. That was the last thing that she needed. He took the ingredients and put them in the bowl before grinding away at them. It would take him some time to make it perfect, because that's how he wanted it, but he knew that his hard work would pay and it would give him a peace of mind.

o.O.o

"Emolly, Madame Pomfrey said that his type of injury couldn't be fixed by magic or a spell. It has to take its time."

"She didn't say anything about potions, Dean!"

Emolly was flying down the library's main aisle, heading straight towards the university section. If there even was a potion that could heal her, it would be university level. She did a quick turn on her heel and was immediately scanning the old and worn bindings. 'Potions for Reviving Wounded Wizards and Witches.'

"Aha!"

She pulled out the large book and slammed it down on the table behind her. Before she could open it, however, a large hand slid the book out of her reach.

"Dean…"

"Emolly, no! This is NOT going to help you! You heard what Madame Pomfrey said! You are being too paranoid about this!"

"No I am not! I just want to get better!"

"Than you need to let time take it's toll and let your wounds heal the PROPER WAY!"

"I can't wait that long!"

"You have no choice!"

They were screaming at each other, both of them balling their hands into fists, and a little second year came around the corner to tell them to shut it. Emolly and Dean, not wanting to be rude, continued their conversation in hushed whispers and through gritted teeth. Truthfully, the quiet yelling was way more intimidating to the both of them.

"You don't understand-"

"I understand that you are frustrated Emolly but for once can you please not be so damn stubborn?"

"Stubborn! HA! If you were in my situation, you would be doing the same thing as me."

"No, I would let it heal properly!"

"I can't wait that long!"

"WHY! I still don't understand why you can't just follow directions-"

"BECAUSE I'M SCARED DEAN!"

She quickly shut her mouth. She never wanted to admit it to him, but she was terrified. She was absolutely scared shitless that she would lose her powers, her skills, and she wouldn't be able to take care of herself. Sure, Dean had told her that he would always be by her side. But would he really be able to protect the both of them? And against thousands of death eaters? C'mon now; she knew that that was far fetched. He looked at her and could see the genuine hurt in her eyes.

"You saw how weak I was. I won't be able to defend myself. I won't be able to fight. I won't be able to help the Army. I'll be useless. I'll be dead girl walking-"

"No, you won't."

"Yes I will! Stop kidding yourself Dean! This isn't a practice duel we are talking about. We're talking about Lord Vold-"

"EM!"

"The Dark Lord. We are talking about thousands of death eaters."

"Okay but what if you conjure up some spell and it effects you like the charms did? What if you think you're better and you try magic again and it just makes things worse like last time? Then you're really screwed and you know it!"

"I have to try-"

"Please! I'm pretty much begging you here! Don't."

"Dean-"

"Nope. I'm not letting you do this."

And, without any warning, the Gryffindor went over to the witch, picked her up, and threw her over his shoulder.

"Dean!"

She pounded her fists on his back but he ignored it. He carried her straight out of the library and away from that dreaded book. Down the halls they went, getting strange looks from the random student here and there as Emolly kept protesting.

"Put…me….down!"

"Nope. I'm finishing this conversation and I'm telling you that this is over. You are going to listen to Madame Pomfrey."

"You're not my bloody father!"

"No, but I am your boyfriend and I care about you and your safety."

He walked straight to the blank wall and spoke the password. The large doors appeared and he carried her into the Room of Requirement. Aubrielle raised her brow as she watched the two yelling at each other. Dean went over to Emolly's cot and plopped her down on her bed. She was red with anger and it was obvious that she was not happy with the wizard. She went to kick him in protest but he was already on top of her with her hands pinned over her head. Aubrielle walked over to them and smirked.

"Kinky."

"Shut it Aubs! Now isn't the time!"

"Can I ask why?"

"Dean's being an arse!"

The Gryffindor turned and looked at the brunette, "I am not! She's trying every trick in the book. She thinks she can conjure up some advanced potion that will speed up the healing process. I think it's only going to hurt her even more."

The Ravenclaw sat down on a near by chair. Truth be told, she DID know of a very powerful healing potion. She was in University Potions for Merlin's sake. It wasn't something like Doua Sansa, where it revived someone, but a thick liquid that healed severe wounds. She had to silently agree with Dean, however. The potion was known for being spotty and the side effects were atrocious.

"Well?"

Aubrielle looked at her best friend, confused. "What?"

"I asked…do you know of a potion? C'mon Aubs, you're in University Potions! You must know of one!"

Looks like the Slytherin was practically reading her mind. She looked from Dean to Emolly and then back to Dean. He had a threatening look on his face, as if he knew the truth, but wanted her to lie for him. This was her best friend, who was really hurting. Aubrielle definitely agreed with Dean; but should she lie to Emolly? If she was in her spot, would she want her to tell her the truth? Aubrielle sighed.

"Yeah, I know of a potion."

"I KNEW IT!"

"But it's not reliable Em! It only works sixty percent of the time and the side effects are absolutely terrible. We're talking about extreme fatigue, constant vomiting, brutal headaches, and sudden insomnia. Even if it does heal your wounds, you'll be so exhausted that your magic will be weak anyway. It's not worth the risk in my opinion."

"Well it's not your body so it's not your choice. What's it called?"

"I…um-"

"Tell me Aubs!"

Dean looked back at Emolly, who was still pinned underneath him. He realized that there was nothing he could say or do to change the blonde's mind. She was going to do whatever it took to get better, even if that meant being irrational. He got off her and looked at the Ravenclaw.

"Just tell her. There is nothing we can do to change her mind, no matter how many times we tell her that she is hurting herself."

Emolly threw her hands up, "THANK YOU!"

Aubrielle sighed. He was right. "It's called Vivos Fascia. The ingredients are rare though and I doubt Slughorn would give them to me."

Emolly got off the cot and went over to her friend. "You have to try though! Please Aubrielle? This would mean so much to me!"

"Yeah, I'll try. I'm not making any promises though Em."

(Wednesday, March 18th)

Aubrielle was right when she said the ingredients were rare. Slughorn only had 3 in his stash and she still needed three more. He was very skeptical as to why she needed the ingredients for Vivos Fascia anyway. They had learned the potion over two months ago and he found it weird that she was bringing up again. She told him it was for personal reasons, however, and said she would give him a sample of it when she was finished if he desired. This, of course, sold him and he said he would try and get everything for her by the end of the month. When the Ravenclaw told this to Emolly, the latter was of course upset, but she couldn't blame her friend. Aubrielle had warned her of this.

They were all sitting and talking in the Room of Requirement after a long and drooling day of classes. Wednesdays were the absolute worse. Aubrielle was sitting on Neville's lap at the desk while Dean, Emolly, Lavender, and Seamus danced along to some old fashioned sounding tune that was on the radio. Susan Bones entered the Room and slowly approached the six seventh years. She looked shyly at Aubrielle.

"Aubrielle? Can I talk to you real quick?"

"Of course Susan."

She got off of Neville's lap, much to his disappointment, and walked out of earshot with the Hufflepuff.

"What's up?"

"I don't mean to pry, but I just saw Nielah crying in one of the hallways. She was walking somewhere and when I called out to her, she wouldn't answer me."

"Do you remember which way she was going?"

"Towards the owlry."

"Ah. That explains it. Thank you Susan."

"S'no problem."

Aubrielle looked back at her boyfriend and gave him an apologetic looked before mouthing the word, 'Nielah.' He nodded his head, understanding that something was up, and watched her go as she disappeared from the Room and into the hall. Nielah may be a fifth year this year, but she was still young and having their mother in hiding was really affecting her. Whenever she was having an anxiety attack, which she had every once in while, she would go and talk to their family owl, Hera. Aubrielle made her way towards the owlry and climbed the stone steps. She could immediately make out the sounds of someone crying.

"Nie?"

She turned the corner to see her sister sitting on one of the benches with her knees brought up to her chest. She was petting Hera, who was perched right next to her. The fifth year had tears streaking her rosy cheeks as she perked her head up to look at her older sister. Aubrielle went over to her and sat down on the edge of the bench. She took her arm and put it around her sister's waist, letting Nielah fall into her chest. She broke down even more, being in her sister's arms, and let it all out. Aubrielle ran her fingers through her sister's hair and rubbed her back.

"Shhh, it's okay Nie. Let it out. It's okay."

"I-I miss m-mum."

"I know. I miss her too."

Nielah clutched her sister's sweater and burrowed her head in her chest.

"I'm s-scared too."

Aubrielle's eyes started to water and she could feel the familiar lump in her throat begin to form. She hated seeing her little sister like this and truthfully, she was scared too. She was petrified of what could happen because the future was so murky at this point. She had no idea where she would be in a month's time and that was terrifying for any teenager. No one was brave enough to openly admit it though and Aubrielle had always held in her fear. She was a role model in the Army and she wanted to be the strong one that kept all the little ones optimistic. But now that this was just her and her sister, she was going to be true to herself and let it out along with her.

"Everyone is scared Nie. I'm terrified."

Nielah lifted her head up to meet her sister's glassy hazel eyes. "You are?"

"Of course I am!"

"B-but you don't seem l-like it at all!"

"That's because I keep it in. I don't show it so the little ones won't get too freaked out. Trust me; I'm just as afraid as you are."

Nielah rested her head back into her sister's chest. The words were both reassuring and unnerving at the same time. The fact that her older sister, someone who she looked up to and someone that was always so strong was afraid was a scary thought. But, at the same time, now Nielah knew that she wasn't alone. Even after the tears had dried and the sobs had subsided, the two Song girls still sat there in the owlry, wrapped in each other's arms. In the end, after everything they had fought for and everything they had been through, they were still teenagers. They were still normal kids who had the pressures of school, boys, gossip, and family to worry about it. Setting a war on top of all that was like putting that final object on a seesaw. It was nearly impossible to balance it all and Aubrielle was thoroughly surprised that no one had fallen under all the pressure yet. Almost all the students were able to keep their head over the water, so to speak. The only person that seemed to be crumpling a little more each day was Emolly. She was, in all honesty, getting stronger every day because now that she was waiting for Aubrielle's potion ingredients to come in, she wasn't rushing her healing process. No matter how many times the Ravenclaw told her this, however, she still believed that the potion was the best route to take. There was no chance of swaying the Slytherin when she got something in her head. She was stubborn, hard headed, and unyielding, but that was something that Aubrielle loved about her best friend. It would be just a matter of time before the ingredients DID come in, however, and when they did, the brunette promised to tell her friend. Maybe she would 'accidentally' forget to mention one, however…

(Thursday, March 19th)

Ironically enough, Slughorn received the last few materials the very next day. Aubrielle went to his office to pick them up from him and shoved them into her book bag. He was surprised to see her so frustrated.

"Ms. Song? I got you the ingredients, so what's got you in a huff?"

She looked up at her professor, whom she admired deeply. "Nothing sir. Just a rough week is all. Thank you for getting these for me."

"I understand dearie, and of course. I expect a sample in my office in no more than a week."

"Yes sir."

The seventh year turned on her heel and briskly walked out of the classroom. There was no way that she could keep this a secret from Emolly. She had to have a sample vile for Slughorn by next week! She had to make the potion and, on top of that, she knew that the safest place to brew one would be the Room of Requirement where teachers and the Carrows couldn't peak in unannounced. It would be literally impossible to try and hide an entire brewing station. Emolly would get the potion, like she had asked for, and, in the end, would feel the consequences of her choices. Aubrielle just prayed to Merlin that her friend would be part of the successful sixty percent and not be unlucky enough to be in the bottom forty.

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