A/N: Hey guys! First of all, I'm sorry I'm taking too long in updating the stories, but I'm working as fast as I can! Anywho, this is more of a filler chapter before I start developing the relationship between Harry and Pan. Sorry it's so short, I really wanted to post something. So, without further ado here's my little filler chapter.

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Chapter 9: The Calm After The Storm... Yeah Right.

"I don't think you should go up there right now." Ron said from behind him.

"Then, when?" Fred asked his little brother back. He had been going up and down the stairs trying to coax Pan into opening the door. Every failed attempt he walked back down and stayed staring at the door until he found the courage to go back up. "What are you doing out of your room? Mum let me out just so I could apologize to Pan."

Ron stepped forward and stood beside him at the foot of the stairs that would lead them to Pan's closed door. Fred shifted a bit, pretty conscious that his younger brother was already taller than him. The younger Weasley shrugged his skinny shoulders and started going up the stairs.

"What do you think you're doing?" Fred was right behind him. "If she's not opening the door for me, what makes you think she'll open the door for you?"

They were already at the door and Ron didn't think twice before opening it and stepping in. Fred stood at the threshold, shocked at his little brother.

Pan was curled up in the middle of her bed, her back to the door and Fred could only guess that she had fallen asleep.

He was about to step into her room when her voice sounded threateningly towards him, "Don't you dare, Frederick Gideon Weasley."

Fred's mouth fell open, before pointing a finger at his brother even though she couldn't see him, "But Ron's in here! Why can't I?!"

"Because he isn't a prick." Pan said as she sat up on her bed and turned to the two Weasley brothers. "I get you want to help, I get that you don't like being in the dark about what's going on. But, just leave me alone right now."

Fred's mouth fell slack open as he looked at his girlfriend and then to his brother. "At least tell me, why can Ron stay?"

"Because I'm not mad at him and he doesn't blame everything that's wrong in his life on me."

That hurt. It did, because he hadn't notice what he had been doing all this time. But, in Fred Weasley's mind, it wasn't worth all of this anger and pushing him away.

Still, with a cold nod to his younger brother, Fred went down the stairs and away from the angered Halliwell.

"He's gone." Ron broke the silence as he flopped down on the foot of Pan's bed.

Pan ran a hand through her black hair and sigh, "I know, he's going to his room."

"Don't get mad at him, Andy. Fred's a block most of the time. He's never had a proper girlfriend, so, I think he's lost on what to do with you most of the time."

Pan smiled at Ron, she could practically see the wheels turning in his head as he looked for the right words to say about his brother. "Thanks for clearing that up Ron, but what he did down there wasn't fair. I get that most of you don't understand why I'm here apart than to be reunited with my dad but nobody really understands what goes on in Dumbledore's head. If I'm here, then, he's got to have a good reason."

Ron nodded, his brow still frowned as he thought her words over, "I see what you mean, but when it came to Harry, we've always known what's been going on. He's always been the direct source of information when it came to these things and now, well, we're all really frustrated..."

Pan sighed, crossing her legs in a pretzel, "What happened after I stormed out?"

Ron shrugged, getting a bit more comfortable in Pan's bed and layed back, his elbows supporting his weight. "Nothing you already know."

Pan went into her head, thoughts rushing by as a silence fell upon them and Ron looked around her room.

"Is that a guitar?" Ron broke the silence, "You know how to play it?" When he looked back at Pan, his eyes were shining in excitement.

Pan shifted her gaze from the threat on her bedspread that she had been staring at to look at the black case that kept one of her most prized possession safe. A small smile crept on her face, "Yeah, my Uncle Leo gave it to me on my 13th birthday. He use to be a hippie back in the 60's." A laugh trickled out.

"You think you could teach me?" A small blush reddened Ron's cheeks.

Pan beamed at him and hopped off the bed. Ron could see how much she loved her guitar by the way she layed the case on the floor gingerly and took the guitar out. She seemed to cradle it a bit. All of her worries melted away as she started with Ron's lessons. The redhead absorbed all of her excited words like a sponge. A couple of hours passed as Ron got down the basics.

A knock on the door snapped both teenagers away from the guitar and to the opening door, where Sirius' head popped around it. "No wonder it's so quiet downstairs." He grinned at his daughter before he noticed the guitar on Ron's lap. "Teaching little Ron how to play, love?"

Pan nodded, a matching grin on her lips. "He's picking it up pretty quick."

"Always wanted to know how to play." Ron confessed sheepishly, the tip of his ears reddening a bit.

Sirius smiled widely as he leaned against the threshold of Pan's room. "Well, you couldn't get a better teacher than our Andy. You think you could give us a moment, mate? Need to talk to her."

Ron nodded as he started getting out of the bed. "Of course. I have to go back to bed before Mum does rounds." When he stood up, Ron turned to Pan. "You think I could keep the guitar for the night? I want to keep practicing, I'll bring it back first thing in the morning, I swear."

Pan beamed up at Ron, he always seemed to be getting taller every time she talked to him. "Of course, sweetie. Just take the case with you."

Ron smiled widely at her before rushing for the case and then for the door, an excited 'good night' over his shoulder.

"Well, at least someone will go to bed in a good mood." Sirius joked as he stepped in further into his daughter's room.

Pan scoffed and rolled her eyes, "Tell me about it."

Sirius stopped at the food of her bed and looked around her decorated room before his light eyes stopped on her. "You did good tonight, Little Bird."

At the comment, Pan seemed to shrink into herself and a shadow passed over her soft features. "Sure, I almost blew a hole where the kitchen's supposed to be multiple times, insulted multiple people and told my boyfriend how bad he is at being a boyfriend. Never thought I could have so much bad luck in a night. Instead of a dog, I should have been a black cat."

Sirius laughed at her, "You're so negative, love." He plumped down beside her. "You stood up for yourself and your dear old dad. I thought you did great."

Pan turned to him, somehow exasperated that he wasn't seeing the same as her. "But, you hate people fighting your battles."

Sirius smiled at her and threw his arm around her shoulder. "Sweetheart, nothing could've made me prouder than seeing you bite a Snape's ankles and how you stood up to Molly down there! It was bloody brilliant, Little Bird."

A smile broke through Pan's lips as she leaned against her father. "What happened after I left? You told Harry what all of the other kids know?" She asked after a while of silence and Sirius' shoulder squirmed under her cheek.

"Um.. I... might've let something slipped." Sirius cringed slightly away from his daughter when she bolted back into a sitting position to look at him.

"Something like what?" Pan's eyes narrowed, in a way, already knowing exactly what her father had told his godson.

"A very important part... Merlin, you look just like my mother with you glaring at me like that."

"I'm not glaring, I'm scowling."

"That too, she would look at me just like that before giving me a beating."

"You told him about the weapon Dumbledore thinks Voldemort wants, didn't you?"

Sirius knew better than thinking he could make Pan forget, but it had been worth the try. So, he sighed and told his daughter, "I accidentally told Harry that Voldemort is looking for a weapon. I didn't specify what it was or where it might be hidden."

Pan sighed too after Sirius told her, "Dad, I know you want the very best for Harry, but right now, telling him these kinds of things is not the best thing. He's got that link and until nobody does anything about it we can't say anything like that to him or Voldemort is going to know how aware of his plans we are."

"I'm sorry, love, but the way he was looking at me. He deserves to know what's going on more than anybody."

"I know, Dad and I agree with you, but this is not the time for him to know, not yet." Pan could feel Sirius emotions and all the warmth he had from when she had stood up for herself was slowly slipping away and she couldn't let that happen, so, she put a small smile and leaned on his shoulder again. "All of this is going to pass and when it does, no more looking over your shoulder, or whispering. You could walk on the sidewalk with no worry of some witch or wizard recognizing you. We could go to the movies, the park- oh! I could walk you!"

That got a laugh out of Sirius, who ruffled her hair and kissed her head. "That would be bloody amazing, Little Bird. I could even walk you too."

Pan smiled widely at her dad and they both talked away. The warmth had settled back into Sirius, but she couldn't help but catch a glimpse of this overflowing sadness and desperation. Pan was about to read what it was when Sirius smuggled it back to where he kept it hid...

Harry, Ron, Fred and George were all silent for a moment as they contemplated what kind of weapon He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named could be after.

"So... what did Pan say about me?" He couldn't help it, Fred had to know. He had stayed at the bottom of the stairs until his mother made him go to his room.

Fred felt Ron shift in his bed. "We talked a bit, she said you were a bloke and that's that."

"Nothing else?"

"Nope."

Ah, there it was, the sign that told Fred that Ron was lying, his voice got squeaky at the end.

"What did she say, Ron?" Fred asked threateningly, creeping closer to Ron until he hid something that gave a hollow 'thunk'. "What is this?"

Ron whimpered a bit, "Her- Her guitar? She's teaching me how to play."

Fred knew that Ron wasn't competition and that his baby brother would try and steal Pan away, but the shot of jealousy that shot him right through the chest was all too real. He was about to hit Ron when he heard something.

"Shh! Listen!" He was already half way off Ron's bed.

Fred could almost feel his twin going pale. "Mum." and with that George Apparated away followed close by him.

Both twins landed on their beds and pretended to be asleep as the creaking on the floorboards went away from their door minutes later.

"Don't worry." George whispered rapidly as they hear their mother moving downstairs before starting on the stairs to their door.

"I should be worried." Fred whispered back after Molly checked on them. "I'm being a lousy boyfriend..."

George snorted loudly, "Do you even know how to be a boyfriend? You've never been in a proper relationship. Are you still writing to Angelina?"

The question made Fred uncomfortable, just a bit as he shifted on his bed so his back was facing his twin. "We're friends, of course I'm answering her letters. She's worried for us."

He heard George scoff, "You guys have never been 'just friends'," Fred could practically hear the air quotes. "You've always liked each other. Have you told her about you and Pan, at least?"

Fred just stayed quiet and hoped George would think he was sleeping, he really didn't want to talk about Angelina. He had never mentioned Pan to her and now he could see how bad that looked. He would tell her when they got back to Hogwarts, if Pan didn't push him away and ended their relationship...

Fred Weasley went to sleep with a lump in his throat and a nagging feeling in his chest.