A/N: Happy Valentine's Day! :D So, this is my gift to all of you guys today. I apologize for making it so short but I'm in the process of moving -.-' It's a two story house & it's hectic but we're (my family & I) getting there. I'm not even supposed to be on the computer right now, sooooo I leave you guys to it! :D Enjoy!

Chapter 6: Ramble 'Til Your Hearts Desire

"Are you sure about this, love?" Sirius said, the lock hair that belonged to his daughter hovering from his hand over the boiling cauldron in the gloomy kitchen in Grimmauld Place.

Pan fought the urge to roll her eyes at her father as she sat close to the cauldron, the four Weasley children sitting around her, Fred and George sitting on either side of her. She was pretty conscious of Fred's hand on her thigh under the table, out of her father's eyes. Pan answered with a very clipped "Yes."

Sirius sighed before letting go of the strands, at making contact with the potion it bubbled more and a wispy, white smoke rose from the turquoise goo. The cloud slowly took shaped and Pan waited holding her breath. Finally the form of a Siberian husky appeared its coat pure white and its eyes the same color as Pan's. Said girl gasped a little and felt her greenish blue eyes water slightly. She had probably been about five or six when her mother had turned into a banshee and her aunt into a dog… and Pan felt like she was staring at that same dog that had licked her face happily and sat at her feet before she ran off.

Sirius had a big smile on his face when he turned to her, "You're gonna be a puppy!"

The Weasley siblings laughed at it.

Ginny hugged her from behind, skinny arms wrapping around Pan's shoulders, "You're gonna be so cute, Pan! Can I play with you when you change?"

"I'm gonna play with her first!" Ron stepped forward like a small child, smiling down at Pan when she looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "I've always wanted a dog, mum always said no."

Pan snorted, "Learn how to share." She only said as she watched Sirius carefully fill a small vial. The petite witch wrinkled her nose when she saw how dense the potion was. "Does it taste good?"

Sirius smiled sheepishly at her, "Sorry, Little Bird, it's the worst taste you could ever imagine, plus it stays in your mouth for quite a while." He turned back for one last scoop.

Pan turned her head towards Fred, her nose still wrinkled. He smiled at her adoringly and after making sure that Sirius back was still turned, Fred leaned in and kissed the corner of her mouth. Two days of kissing her all the time and he still couldn't get enough of her. Just as they turned back around, a smile on both of their faces, Sirius had turned and placed the vial in front of Pan leaning across from her with a big grin on his face.

"You ready for it, Little Bird?" Sirius asked her as he watched her pick the vial up.

"Ready as I'll ever be." She replied before throwing back her head and trying not to taste the potion. No such luck, the potion was so gooey that it touched her tongue first, coating it. Pan almost gaged as she made herself swallow the bitter, sour green mess. "Can I drink something?" She bet anything that she was doing funny faces as something started burning on the pit of her stomach.

Sirius shook his head, "Sorry love, but we can't tamper with the potion."

Pan groaned to herself before a dizzy spell made her world turn upside down. One moment, everything in the kitchen was looking normal, she could see color and the next… she was color blind and looking at her dad from over the edge of the table. What the hell?

"Bloody hell." Fred couldn't help say when he sat staring down at a medium sized white puppy.

The puppy barked her snow white tail wagging.

The shocked silence was broken by his sister, Ginny, who gave a loud squeal and scooped the puppy in her arms.

The puppy, Pan, barked excitedly as she sniffed Ginny's cheek, her small black nose poking it.

When Fred turned to Sirius it was hard to miss the proud smile his lips wore.

"It's my turn!" Ron whined childishly as the door to the kitchen opened and a curious looking Hermione poked her head in.

"What's all the fuzz about?" She asked as her eyes fell on the puppy now in Ron's arms.

The puppy gave a small growl, curling into Ron's chest making a slight tickle of jealousy run through Fred.

Clueless to the rising tension in the kitchen George said, "We did the Animagus potion on Pan." A bright smile on his face.

Hermione's eyes went wide as she took in the still bubbling cauldron, Sirius leaning against the table beside it, a smile on his face and the white puppy glaring at her. Her mouth went slack when she saw Pan. "That's illegal!" She managed to sputtered, an accusing finger pointed at the growling puppy.

"And?" Ron interfered, holding Pan a little bit forcefully as she barked once again. "If it was Harry and his dad was alive he would've wanted to be an Animagus just as much as Pan wanted and you would've helped him!"

Hermione's expression went slack before her face started slowly turning red, "Of course I would've helped Harry! It's Harry, our best friend; someone we've known for five years! Not someone who came practically yesterday and just thought that it would be easy for her blend into our lives!"

"Why are you so jealous of her?" Ginny stepped forward, her green eyes ablaze as she looked at the enraged Hermione.

Hermione laughed disbelievingly, "Are you serious? I'm not jealous of her. Her powers are out of control; her mother has paid little attention to her while not having a dad growing up! She's seen countless times her family members die over and over again! Why am I jealous of her?"

While Hermione had ranted off, Pan had shifted back with Ron's arms around her shoulders as he stood behind her, his eyes showing the disappointment he felt for one of his best friends.

"You are jealous." Pan managed to whisper as she stepped out of Ron's arms. "I've been surrounded by magic my whole life and you're jealous of that, you're also jealous because I've fit in with everyone here and I didn't have to work hard for anybody's friendship." She kept walking until she was right in front of a seething Hermione. "It's not my fault for any of that! Sure, my family wasn't the most functional, but I've learned so many things life-changing and inspiring that it was all worth it. Dad wasn't there for any of that but he was in Azkaban and he never knew I even existed. Yeah, they're excuses but it's all true. What have your parents taught you Hermione, how to properly floss?" The petite raven haired witch had to clench her fist to her sides so she wouldn't swing a right hook to Hermione's jaw. The waves of emotion coming off the Muggle born witch made Pan pity her, she had no reason to dislike Pan the way she did.

Hermione looked at Pan infuriated before busting out of the kitchen. Somewhere in the cabinets above the sink, multiple things blew up, making them shake.

Sirius was shocked into silence. He had liked Hermione all these two years since the whole break out of Azkaban, but now, his impression of the brilliant witch was smudge incredibly after the way he talked to his daughter who stood panting softly because of the small rush of power she had let out of control. But, some of her words came as a shock to him like Phoebe's neglect towards Pan… He had always thought of Phoebe as the best friend/mom type of women

A hand on her shoulder brought her back to the gloomy kitchen, a glance over the shoulder and she saw that it was Fred; his eyes were looking down at her, not in pity but in understanding.

"That wasn't fair of her to do." Ginny said into the thick atmosphere of the kitchen.

"Yeah, well," Pan began, brushing off Fred's hand off her shoulder and heading towards the kitchen door. "Life isn't fair."

Fred and George stood around the foot of the stairs up to Pan's room.

"She's been locked there for hours, mate." George said to his twin brother who was chewing on his bottom lip before slowly going up the stairs.

When he was a step away from the door she heard her sing softly; "If I die before I wake, I know the Lord my soul won't take." He was pleasantly surprised at how much feeling she put into the lyric, but something in him felt scared as to the meaning behind her words making him open the door quietly and peek inside only to find hardly sketching into one of her black sketchbooks, sitting on the floor next to her bed.

"You okay, Rogue?" Fred asked as he opened the door wider. Pan didn't answer him as she kept singing, this time to herself, while she still sketched. "Don't listen to Hermione, she just thinks you like Ron." Another tickle of jealousy ran through him as he said them and the images of Pan always defending his younger brother to his teasing and joking came to his mind.

A snort came from Pan before saying, "Well, she's pretty far off as to which Weasley I like."

A silly grin came to his face as he strode into the room, kicking the door shot with his heel. Pan didn't see him coming at her, only when the sketchbook was plucked out from her lap and her lips were attacked by a happy Fred. A laugh came out of her and every dark thought that had been floating around her head puffed away with every kiss Fred planted on her eager lips. A small giggle left her as she threw her arms around his neck, nipping his bottom lip playfully. Fred sighed into her lips at the sensation as he slowly lowered her to the ground and happily hovered over her, his arms at either side of her head holding him up.

Their best make-out session yet came to an abrupt halt when George burst into her room.

"Harry's been expelled from Hogwarts!" He exclaimed before taking in the scene and saying a sheepish 'Sorry'.

After Pan had detached herself from Fred, she immediately headed to the kitchen where the Order had all arrived in a matter of seconds.

"What's going on?" Pan asked as soon as she got in followed by Fred and George.

Her father turned to her, a worried expression on his face, "Harry's been expelled from Hogwarts for using magic outside of the school."

Pan's eyebrows went up and she opened her mouth to console her father just as Dumbledore strode into the kitchen.

"When are we getting Harry?" Sirius asked first, a hand on Pan's shoulder.

"We'll get him in three days Sirius, not to worry."

"Arthur and I send him letters not to leave the house anyways."

Just as her dad informed the great wizard a snowy white owl appeared in a cloud of what looked like dust while Dumbledore took a seat at the head of the table, his face suddenly becoming aged. A look went around the Order, a worried one at that and Pan picked it up exchanging it with Fred who stood on her other side. A sharp cry came from Hermione as said owl had swept in and started pecking both Hermione and Ron, a roll of parchment on its leg.

"Hedwig!" Sirius exclaimed and got the attention of the own, immediately walking towards it and getting the rolls of paper. As he read the one that was addressed to him a shocked look went through his face. His face was stony as he said. "Kids, out. This just turned even worse."

Wary and confused all of the 'kids' got out except for Pan, who exchanged another look with Fred before he followed Hermione and his siblings out.

"Harry's been attacked by Dementors."

Collective gasp came from everyone and a deep sigh from Dumbledore. Pan heard him murmur, "It is worse than I thought."

Pan could feel the rising tension in the room; it didn't take an Empath to feel it.

"Don't worry Headmaster; we'll bring the Potter boy safe and sound. I already have the Advanced Guard ready and handful of people who volunteered." Moody said from his place leaning against the kitchen sink.

"What about the Dursley's?" Molly asked from across the table from Dumbledore. "They'll probably try and kick him out. Oh, poor Harry." Molly's hands went to her mouth as she tried to stop the tears that started building up in her eyes, Arthur squeezing her shoulders tightly as his face wore a stony look.

"That is also taken care of Molly. They won't kick Harry out, not as long as I'm alive."

The kitchen rang with silence before the meeting was dismissed. Only Molly, Arthur, Sirius and Pan stayed in the kitchen sitting around the long dining table.

"Why were Dementors after Harry?" Pan asked her voice small against the thickening silence.

"The only explanation for that is that Voldemort has control over them." Molly and Arthur winced when Sirius said the name. "This is getting way out of hand too fast." Sirius sighed and ran a hand through his ratty hair.

Pan was biting her thumb nail, "I don't know how to fly a broom." Half of why she said was because she wanted to get that pale, worried look off her father's face and half because it was true. 'Why couldn't I turn into a bird?' She thought glumly, sure being a dog had its perks but a bird will really come in handy right now.

Sirius laughed at her expression, only for a second forgetting what was going on outside of this wretched house. "Don't worry love, I'll teach you."

Pan groaned, this were going to be very long three days.

Hated It? Loved It? Comment On It!

See? It was pretty short & I think that in the last chapter I said that Harry was going to appear in this chapter... I swear that in the next on he will!

Lots Of Witchy Love

AMOE