A/N: Holy Cheesenit! This is finally out! You can believe how hard this chapter was to do! Because now I have to be with my copy of OOTP beside me as I write this story- sometimes, but most of the time. I'm really sorry guys ;( but I'm gonna make your while every time you read a new charpter. Anyways! Here it is!

07.5.2013: Hey guys, :) just here fixing some bugs & stuff. Don't mind me.

Chapter 7:

She's A Charmed One, What Do You Expect?

And those three days were long. Pan spent countless hours with her dad in one of the many room in Grimmauld Place learning how to fly a broom by herself. Surprisingly enough it wasn't as hard as Pan had thought it was going to be.

The day before getting Harry, Pan had been flying around on Fred's broom, going in circles around the room. Her ear buds blocking the outside world completely from her mind. The teenage witch had finally come to terms with how big the danger Harry was bringing and she had to be the wall so that any kind of danger wouldn't reach Harry. Pan slowly let the broom drift towards the floor, raising the front of it so the magical pulsating broom could get the command through.

She was looking into one of the corners of the massive room, so lost in her mind that she didn't sense the door opening or catch the color red from the corner of her eye. That's why she jumped when two lanky arms snaked around her slim waist and hold her tightly. She couldn't fight the smile that tugged at the corner of her lips as she leaned against Fred's chest while he nuzzled her pale, slender neck.

"I don't want you to go." She catched when she got the ear buds out while feeling his words being mumbled into her skin.

"I'll be fine, what's the worst that could happen?" Fred wasn't the only one that didn't want her to go, apparently how dangerous this whole thing was getting to Sirius too and every time a meeting was called in the past two days, he sat gloomily close to his daughter, the fact that he couldn't go with the Advanced Guard and how risky this was for Pan was a little bit too much for his cabin fever.

Fred blew air onto her neck, getting a small giggle out of her but when Pan turned in his arms he didn't have that smirked she loved and for the first time since they had met Fred Weasley was serious.

"You could get killed." He whispered and whatever he was feeling at the moment made his eyes go dark and it frightened Pan a little.

She sighed as she splayed her hands on his broad chest. "I understand why you're worried, but a whole bunch of us will be going to get Harry and nobody knows about this, hell, not even Snape knows about it." Pan really disliked the greasy haired, crooked nosed wizard. He always shot comments at Sirius and at Remus and when he found out who her father was something close to a snarl twisted his lips and since then he ignored her presence and acted as if she had never spoken in the meetings.

"But many things could go wrong!" He exclaimed finally getting agitated by the way Pan seemed to brush everything off.

Pan placed her hands on his face and looked into his eyes, "Nothing is going to happen, Fred. Trust me."

Fred gave an angry yell and pushed himself away from her and started to pace the room.

"People have been disappearing, Pan! Out of thin air ever since he returned, people I've known have died because of him! Can't you see he's far more powerful than you think?" At that he strode back to her and clasped his hands around her forearms, trying not to hold her too tightly. "If something happens to you Sirius won't live with himself and I-I…" He trailed off; he couldn't find the words to tell how horrible, how terrifying the thought of never seeing her again felt for him.

Pan bit her lip, "Don't worry so much-"

Fred scoffed at her, "Why can't I worry if something happens to you?"

Pan frowned at him, "Because there's no need for you to be worried so much. It's not like we're together."

Okay, maybe that hadn't been the right thing to say because Fred wore an expression like he had been slapped in the face, "What?" He asked just slightly above a whisper.

She swallowed as she started picking at her cuticles, an old habit that came down from her Aunt Prue and just like her it happened only when they were nervous, "We've never talked about it, so I thought we weren't together that we were just a little bit more than friends." Pan didn't miss the look of total hurt in Fred's eyes.

"So, nothing that's happened between us has meant anything to you?" Fred asked, his voice mirroring the hurt his eye showed.

"Of course they did!" Pan could only exclaim at him. Gods, she had never been good at talking about her feelings. Hell, she wasn't brushing off the nervous feeling in the pit of her stomach; she just acted that way when her emotions were trying to break loose. She wasn't that carefree.

Fred waited for more words to come out of her mouth, only to see her look down at her shoes still picking at her cuticle. He ran a hand down his face in frustration; he had honestly thought she was his girl and that after their first kiss it was obvious enough and he was finding out that when it came to feelings- even if she was an Empath- you had to practically spell it out for her. His first thought after he had finished working on the Skiving Snackbox prototype with George was to look and convince Pan not to go get Harry and instead stay with him and wait for the meeting that would start as soon as his younger brother's best mate arrived. But, Merlin, she was so frustrating!

"Please, please stay tomorrow. Don't go." He had to give it one last try. But, when Pan looked at him, a battle in her eyes as she reached for his face and started saying 'Freddie', he left with an echoing snap.

And that's how she stood for a good hour, frozen in her spot hating herself for slightly pushing Fred away; until Sirius entered the room a smile on his face only to have it disappeared when he took in how distraught his daughter looked.

"Everything alright, Little Bird?"

Pan sighed and looked at Sirius before starting to pick at her cuticles again and answering Sirius, "I blew it."

Sirius looked around the empty room, looking for what Pan might've blown up only to find the room dark and gloomy just like he found it the day he came back into that wretched house. "Don't worry love, whatever you broke can be fixed."

Pan gave a snort, "I didn't break anything dad, but I blew it with Fred."

Sirius eyebrows rose, "What are you talking about?"

His only daughter started pacing in her spot, "He came in here to beg me not to go get Harry tomorrow night, that it was too 'dangerous'! I'm not a weak, little thing! I'm Charmed and I've seen worst things than some snake-y looking wizard who just won't die! He has to understand that this is my responsibility and that I'm going to go through with it. Can't he see that? I get that he cares for me more than just a friend like I do, but he can't treat me like a china doll."

Sirius watched as Pan kept pacing, "So you and Fred are a thing?"

"That's another problem! We never spoke about it and he thought we were while I just thought we were treating ground!"

"I don't remember being a teenager to be so complicated."

"Dad!"

Sirius couldn't help and laugh at his daughter as he walked towards her, placing reassuring hands on her shoulders stopping her from further pacing. "Just give him his space, he'll come around."

Pan looked at her dad, waiting for something more insightful but when nothing came she said,"That's it? That's your fatherly advice?"

Sirius nodded, "Yep, now take it or leave it. Let's go down and eat dinner, Molly made some chicken noodle soup."

Pan glumly let herself be dragged out of the dim lighted room, down a couple of corridors that always got her confused before finding the stairs to the first landing. Dinner was awkward for Pan as she sat across from Fred who avoided eye-contact with her by staring down at his soup as if it were the most fascinating thing in the magical world.

She missed sitting beside him, his hand always drifting to her thigh or the small of her back. He always had a special smile just for her and his blank face really bothered her. Everyone at dinner was awfully quite, Pan realized. Tonks just a couple of seats across the table was fidgeting a lot, her spiky cherry red hair darkening to purple.

Finishing her last bit of soup and shooting one last look at Fred, Pan stood and put her bowl on the sink before leaving, not looking back. She hadn't noticed Fred's eyes following her every move or heard the almost silent sigh escaped his lips after she disappeared.

"Don't be mad at her, that's just how she acts when she's about to do something dangerous." Fred heard Sirius over the clink and scrapes of silverware against the porcelain plates. Judging by the look on the redheads face, Pan's father needed to elaborate. "She's nervous about this whole thing and when she is she acts fearless. That's her mother and her aunts right there, trying to prove to the world that nothing is too scary for a Halliwell woman."

Fred looked at Sirius and saw that familiar smile that seemed contagious when he talked about Pan and Phoebe.

"But she doesn't have to act that way with me, I thought she knew that." Came the middle Weasley's quite reply.

Sirius scoffed a little, "Did you tell her that?" Fred shook his head. "That's the thing about Halliwell women, you need to tell them how you feel and explain it to them, sure, show your affection once in a while, but they are… charmed by words." Sirius couldn't help but grin at his choice in words.

Fred grinned with Sirius and smiled his thanks before going after the raven haired witch. He found her sniffing around the third floor, literally.

"What are you doing?" He couldn't help but chuckled as Pan spun around surprised to find him there.

"Um," Pan mumbled to herself before glancing at the door she had been sniffing, "I like how Buckbeak smells through the door."

"That's the weirdest thing I've ever heard and I live with George and Ron and they come up with the silliest choice of words." Fred said as he walked closer to her.

There it was, Fred watched as Pan's eyes lowered to the floor and played with the cuticle on her right index finger, which showed her nervousness.

"I'm sorry." His apology came sincere and quiet as he finally had her against the door to Buckbeak's room, the Hippogriff scratching the door at the noise. Fred gently placed his hands on her bare shoulders and lowered his forehead so it could touch hers. "I know you are an incredibly independent girl, but you also have to let yourself be cared for. 'Cuz that's what I wanna do for you because you've been taking care of yourself for too long."

Pan's eyes slightly watered at his words and without a word put a hand behind his head and pushed it down so it would meet her lips halfway only to separate immediately when their front teeth clashed together.

Fred chuckled as Pan placed her hand in front of her mouth as if trying to push away the pain with the simple motion. Smiling down at her he cupped her cheeks and raised her face so he could lower his forehead so it would touch hers again, Merlin, he loved doing that. Fred took a deep breath catching the smell of her strawberry shampoo making his mouth water.

"And if you wouldn't mind, I would like for you to be my girlfriend until you get bored of me."

Pan smiled up at him questionably, "Why until I get bored of you?"

And giving her a smile that he had just for her he answered the question in a low whisper. "Because, love, I cannot see myself ever getting bored of you."

Pan felt like she was going to puke.

The members of the Order that composed the Advanced Guard were gathering at the foot of the stairs waiting for the clock to mark their departure.

The Weasley kids were all gathered to say good-bye to everyone, but everyone felt the glum hanging in the air, weighting everything.

The youngest Black leaned against the railing beside her father. Sirius had grown quiet since the day progressed and as everyone shuffled around waiting for the party to leave he held tightly to his only daughter's hand tightly. He turned his head to look at his daughter, who was dressed completely in black. On her shoulders his old motorcycle jacket was sure to keep her warm in this chilly, summer night. He had to thank Molly again for shrinking the jacket and adding the hood and making the end of the sleeves with a warmer fabric and snug on her hands. Below the collar his name had been engraved badly by himself and now under it Pan's name was sewn perfectly into the fabric.

"I'll be okay." Pan's soft voice snapped him out of his mind, he was pretty sure she had sensed that with the small part of Empath powers she had inherit from her mother.

"I know that Little Bird," Sirius tried to give her a small smile. "But, as your father I have the right to worry."

Pan couldn't help but smile at him before going back to observing everyone around them. She had noticed that Ron, George, Ginny and Hermione were all talking among themselves and she kept looking around for Fred and now that she thought about it, he had disappeared a while ago…

"It's time everyone." Mad-Eye grumbled and everyone went quite.

Pan swallowed the lump that had appeared out of nowhere and with a squeeze from Sirius hand she stepped forward, her hands going into the pockets of her motorcycle jacket.

She had been about to reach for the broom Tonks had volunteered to let her borrow for this when a clamor coming from the stairs made everyone turn their attention to the source of all the noise.

Pan's heart leaped into her throat when she saw Fred going down the stairs two at a time, almost going face first when he tripped on the last three. He approached her panting and trying to catch his breath.

"I'm really out of shape." He managed to wheeze out in between pants.

Pan watched, slightly worried for him, for her boyfriend. "You okay?" She couldn't help the smile that was starting to touch her lips as Fred straightened up and reached for her hand.

"I ask a friend for a favor so I could have this delivered by tonight and it's a limited edition broom too." He was whispering all of this to her, even when everyone's attention was on them.

"Girl." Moody growled at her.

"Coming." Pan called and felt Fred place something small and scratching on her hand.

"Just let a little energy rush into it, love, it'll do the trick." Fred winked at her; put his hands on her shoulder so he could turn her to push her towards Tonks. "She won't be needing your broom tonight, Tonks."

Both Pan and Tonks were frowning at each other in confusion but so they wouldn't keep the others waiting the followed them.

"What did he give you?" Tonks whispered to Pan as all walked down the front corridor.

Pan opened her hand and saw a miniature broom, a P charm made it look like a keychain with a smaller triquetra charm. Beside her Tonks gasped quietly and Pan could see it was a bad idea as they neared the umbrella stand that was beside the door, she held her hand open so Tonks could continue to gap at the broom- or little key chain? Was that really a broom?- and switched side so it was her that passed beside the umbrella stand.

"That's a Limited Edition Nimbus 24.5. This is the last month before they stop making them! Those are very, very expensive because they don't make that kind of shrinking brooms. I mean, you can't shrink a broom anymore!" Tonks said all excitedly as they passed the threshold and have Moody shushed them and his electric blue eyes stay glued to them.

"Bloody eye." He grumbled quietly.

"Did it get stuck again?" Pan asked him putting the broom on her pocket so she could tie her hair in a messy bun.

Moody grumbled a 'yes' before getting his magical eye out making Pan wince and turn to find Tonks with the same expression as she and all the while Kingsley was making the lamppost go out with the lighter thingy that Dumbledore invented.

"We're ready to go." Kingsley said turning to everyone.

Pan saw everyone start mounting their brooms so she got out the small broom, her broom, the first present her boyfriend had given her in less than 24 hours since they became a thing.

Remembering what Fred said Pan let just a little bit of energy go to the broom and watched in amazement as the tiny, key chain sized broom grew in size in just a second. The ring became slightly widen on the stick and the charms dangled gently from it. The broom was all black, all shiny and slick and the bristles ended in this swirl that reminded her of Tim Burton. Silver and black and it was beautiful.

She hadn't noticed the smile on her face; she was only concentrating on the butterflies in her belly.

"Everybody ready? Girl! Get on your broom."

Moody's voice got her moving and immediately she took off with everyone else.

"I need you to be the scout!" Moody yelled over the wind after they were all treating air.

"That wasn't planned in the meeting!" Pan said, slightly confused.

"Your father would've never let you come along!"

That was true.

Nodding at Moody Pan lowered her body onto the broom and started gaining speed, flying up ahead and that let her think.

She was liking being with Sirius a lot. She loved being with her dad, he got her better than her mom ever did. Gosh, her mom; she was going to give birth soon and that's what she ever talked about. Maybe… maybe she should move with her dad permanently?

Pan shook her head and concentrated on the chilly air hitting her cheeks. The only sound around her was the air rushing past her ears, this wasn't the silence that was before something bad happened, and it was just silence. There were no alarms going in the back of her head, no slight adrenaline rush which sometimes happened when there was going to be a surprise attack. Everything was going to go smooth tonight.

"Everything's clear." She told Moody after half an hour of cruising on her new broom.

"Good, we're five minutes away from Privet Drive. I need you to do one more round before going in and when you do, do it from the back door."

Pan nodded and watched as Moody gave everyone the signal and all of them started descending

"Be careful, sweetheart." Lupin told her before following the others.

She watched as everyone in the Advanced Guard landed in the driveway of one of the many look- alike houses. Pan waited for everyone to go into the house and counted to twenty before descending herself but doing it two houses down, that way if someone was following them she could spot them flying around. She made the broom go small again and put it into one of her jacket pockets. Then, she got her hair out of the messy bun and shaking it down before pulling her hood up and walking towards the house everyone had gotten in.

Pan was surprised that this early into the night everyone seemed to be sleeping, all of the houses dark and quiet. She let her senses expand trying to spot anything weird, but everything seemed to be okay. Calmly, the young Black made her way to the side of the house and towards the back. With a sweep of her hand, the door unlocked and as if it was her own house she went it to find everyone packed around the medium sized kitchen.

"Ah, and this right here is Pan Black-Halliwell." Lupin introduced as soon as he spotted her entering quietly.

Looking up to the staircase, she saw a pale boy, with shaggy black hair and vibrant green eyes shining behind his glasses. Harry Potter.

Pan shot him a smile before addressing Moody, whose eye kept spinning around in its socket. "Nobody followed us. I don't feel anything going wrong tonight."

Moody nodded at her before the attention went back to Harry.

"A surprising number of people volunteered to come and get you," Lupin said, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly.

"Yeah, well, the more the better," Moody grumbled darkly as Pan walked to join everyone in staring at Harry, who seemed rather self-conscious with all eyes on him. "We're your guard, Potter."'

"We're just waiting for the signal to tell us it's safe to set off," Lupin glanced at Pan.

"We've got fifteen minutes for David to call it safe." She answered him, Harry's eyes flashing to her in curiosity.

"Very clean aren't they, these Muggles?" Tonks said randomly, looking around the kitchen with interest. "My dad's Muggle-born and he's a right old slob. I suppose it varies, just like with wizards?"

Harry looked awkwardly at her before giving her a fast answer before his eyes went back to Lupin shooting questions. "What's going on, I haven't heard anything from anyone, what's Vol-?"

Everyone hissed all around Pan and in his nervousness with the name Dedalus dropped his hat.

Moody growled a 'shut up' and Pan felt everyone's weariness escalate.

"What?" Harry asked still out of the loop with everything.

"We're not discussing anything here, it's too risky." Moody said looking at Harry with his normal eye while his magical one stayed stuck on the ceiling. "Damn it, it keeps sticking, ever since that scum wore it-" And for the second time that night, Moody took his magical eye out of its socket.

"Mad-Eye, you do know that's disgusting, don't you?" Tonks said it like it was the perfect conversation starter.

"Get me a glass of water, would you, Harry?" Moody asked completely ignoring Tonks.

Everyone watched Harry get a glass from the dishwasher and fill it with tap water before handing it to Moody, who raised in the air and said 'cheers' then started probing it up and down in the glass where it spun and started looking at everyone in turn. "I want three-hundred-and-sixty degree visibility on the return journey. Pan, you're staying as scout."

"How are we getting wherever we're going?" Harry asked going back to Lupin.

"Brooms," answered Lupin. "You and Pan are too young to Apparate, they'll be watching the Floo Network, and it's more than our life's worth to set up an unauthorized Portkey." He listed off all of the easier ways to get here as he kept looking around the kitchen, sometimes it looked like he was looking at the ceiling but Pan knew better, he was smelling the air in the kitchen.

Was the full moon coming? She had to be more careful with that. Make his potion more powerful too; she couldn't trust Snape to keep making it.

Out of nowhere Tonks started pulling onto Pan's jacket sleeve and led her up the stairs and down the hall, all the while talking about how too clean everything was until they got to Harry's room, where it was the usual teenage boy mess.

"Oh, this is better." Tonks commented as they went into the room and the slight stale smell of bird poop seemed to waft around.

Harry immediately started throwing things into the trunk that was on the foot of the bed, while Pan just looked around and leaned against the door frame and Tonks started looking at herself on the closet mirror.

"You know, I don't think purple's really my color. D'you think it makes me look peaky?"

Pan snorted from her spot. "It makes you look fine hon."

Harry just looked at them from the top of a Quidditch book, but his eyes stuck on Pan. "Lupin said your last name was Black, by any chance are you related to- "

"Sirius?" Pan interrupted as she smiled at Harry. "Yeah, he's my dad."

Harry's eyes went wide. "I didn't know he had a daughter."

"Neither did he almost a month ago." She commented with a cheeky smile.

Harry was about to say something when he noticed Tonks's hair changed from purple to bubble-gum pink.

"How did you do that?"

"I'm a Metamorphmagus." Tonks answered, her eyes still glued to her reflection as she turned her head every which way to look at it.

"It means she can change her appearance at will." Pan answered for her.

"I was born one. I got top marks in Concealment and Disguise during Auror training without any study at all, it was great." Tonks followed finally turning away from her reflection.

"You're an Auror?" The expression on Harry's face showed how impressed he was.

And Tonks couldn't look any more proud of herself at the moment. "Yeah, Kingsley is as well; he's a bit higher up than I am, though. I only qualified a year ago. Nearly failed on Stealth and Tracking, I'm dead clumsy, did you hear me break that plate when we arrived downstairs?"

"You broke a plate?" Pan laughed a bit, not at all surprised by Tonks.

Before Tonks could answer her, Harry asked, "Can you learn how to be a Metamorphmagus?" Turning his full attention on the pink-haired young woman who chuckled.

"Bet you wouldn't mind hiding that scar sometimes, eh?"

"Tonks, that's rude."

Tonks sighed, "Well, you'll have to learn the hard way, I'm afraid. Metamorphmagi are really rare, they're born, not made. Most wizards need to use a wand or potions to change their appearance…" Then she had the expression that she remembered something. "But we've got to get going, Harry, we're supposed to be packing," Tonks said guiltily looking around the mess on the floor.

Harry seemed to remember too because he reached down to get a few more books from the floor.

It all took a couple of minutes for Tonks to pack everything for Harry to end up looking enviously at Harry's broom. "Pan has a Nimbus 24.5 her boyfriend got for her."

Pan rolled her eyes at the teasing tone coming from Tonks, "We've got to go."

"What? I'm still riding a Come Two Sixty. Ah, well… wand still in your jeans? Both buttocks still on?" Huh? "Okay, let's go. Locomotor Trunk."

Pan got out of the way and started walking towards the stairs, Harry's trunk, Tonks and Harry following after her.

"Is Sirius okay?" Harry asked quietly as they went down the stairs.

Pan smiled at him, "He misses you."

Harry was about to say something else when he noticed something in the kitchen over her shoulder and went slightly pale.

Pan looked and saw Moody's eye back in its socket but it was spinning like it had a mind of its own.

Eww.

"Excellent." Lupin said as soon as he saw them enter the kitchen. "We've got about a minute, I think. We should probably get out into the garden so we're ready. Harry, I've left a letter telling your aunt and uncle not to worry-"

"They won't," Harry interrupted, his voice sounding hollow.

"That you're safe-"

"That'll just depress them."

"-and you'll see them next summer."

"Do I have to?"

Lupin smiled at Harry before making eye contact with Pan, who bit her lip. This was going to be something.

Seconds later they were all gathered in the backyard waiting for the signal with an invisible Harry, brooms in hand. Pan could hear his shoes scuffling on the grass nervously.

"Clear night," Mad-Eye grunted as his magical eye looked every which way up at the sky before he started barking about the formation at Harry before the topic of dying in bringing Harry to headquarters came up.

A shill went through Pan's spine at just how casual Moody talked about the chances of them dying.

"No one's going to die tonight." Pan turned to look at Moody as she pulled the hood of her jacket onto her head.

"You had a premonition girl?" Moody growled.

Pan glared at Moody and in that moment his face catched a red glow.

"Pan go! Mount your brooms everyone!"

Pan had been already shooting into the sky before Lupin shot the orders. She was racing through the sky, if any Death Eater decided to shop up out of nowhere they would immediately spot her and most likely attack. As she was nearing the half-way point, her pocket started vibrating making her slow down and reach in to pull the silver compact mirror; swirly PBH on its smooth, silver surface.

"Everything okay, love?" Sirius voice came out from the mirror and a quick look at it showed her father's anxious face looking back at her.

"Everything's fine dad, we just got Harry, we're coming back." Pan reported, moving to the left to avoid a wispy cloud that was hanging too low.

She heard Sirius sigh in relied before he asked, "Where's everybody?"

Pan's eyes widen a little bit as she looked behind her, she had a pretty good head start and with the way she had been flying the Advanced Guard was pretty far behind her, she couldn't even see them. Turning her head back ahead Pan shot a smile at the dad, "They're below me. Dad I have to go, Moody's giving me the eye. Bye!"

Sirius was about to say something when Pan shot the compact shot and started gaining speed again.

It didn't take her long to get to Grimmauld Place, quietly she landed at the shadows of the park and waited for the others to catch up with her. She was hungry beyond belief and cold, she couldn't feel her cheeks or her lips.

Just when she was about to go in on her own, the others arrived as quietly as she did.

"Where's Pan?" She heard Lupin whisper urgently as he looked around.

Pan came out of the shadows with a quiet 'here' before joining them all in front of the buildings.

"Where are we?" Harry asked from beside her as he looked at the buildings.

Everyone stayed quiet was Moody put out all of the streetlamps the lighter thingy. Everyone was still quiet, all of them breathing through their nose. They were safe and sound and just moments from being under a roof and a warm meal.

Pan was anxious to get inside and hug her dad and kiss Fred, but she knew they all had to debrief before anything. She hadn't realized just how nervous and scared she was. What if something bad did happen and she wouldn't have been able to come back to her dad and Fred? She shook the thought out of her head as Mad-Eyed gave Harry a piece of parchment and told him to read it quickly and memorize it.

In just a couple of moments she'll be back home. Maybe her true home?

So? So?