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Here's chapter two! I was hard pressed to get this out as I start college in 4 days and wont be able to post as much because I stupidly decided to take a really hard class, Japanese! Oh, also, I didn't like how Harry just accepted that Sirius was after him without a single ounce of fear, that's a little to unrealistic so I made it different for Fiona...ENJOY!

Chapter Two

The two bonded magicals walked down the stairs. Their hands were interlocked and they seemed to be concentrating. Only Hermione would know that they were communicating by feelings. George looked at Fiona with a raised eyebrow and she blushed. The feel of his warm hand in hers, attached to strong arms had caused an…embarrassing emotion to surge forward. He chuckled which caused the Weasleys and Hermione, who were currently waiting for them so they could eat, look over. Ron still looked shocked, Fred was still smirking, and Hermione gave them a knowing smile, along with Ginny. But the youngest Weasley seemed to be on the verge of exploding in excitement. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley looked startled at the sight of their hands together but pleased all the same. Percy was busy reading.

George and Fiona sat down, their hands still laced. Food appeared suddenly like at Hogwarts. George reluctantly let go of her hand so they could eat but he kept incredibly close.

"So, when did this all happen?" Mrs. Weasley asked and Fiona blushed but George answered.

"This morning." He said simply. Mr. Weasley looked a little shocked. The way they were not so subtly looking at each other seemed to indicate that they had been together longer.

"Yeah, we found them sucking faces." Ron mumbled without a shred of tact but it was loud enough for the two parents to hear.

Hermione elbowed him hard. "Really Ron?" She hissed and he took the time to look at George and Fiona with an apologetic expression. Fiona rolled her eyes and shook her head while George looked nervously at his mother. She just smiled and turned back to her chicken.

….

Later that night, George, as he tried to sleep, felt a sudden distress and knew it wasn't from him. Throwing back his covers, he quickly made it to Fiona's room. He knocked and heard a soft 'come in' from behind the door. He slowly opened the door and saw Fiona sitting on a window seat by the window. She was staring blankly at the night sky but George could still feel distress and a little fear.

"Are you okay?" He asked and she looked over, a small smile on her face.

"Yes and no." Fiona murmured and he crossed over to her. He gazed at her questionably and she sighed, knowing she couldn't hide anything from her soul mate. "I overheard a fight between your mum and dad. Turns out that mass murderer, Sirius Black, is out to get me."

Fiona's voice was barely a whisper as she looked at him. He wrapped his arms around her as tears filled her eyes. "Why can't I have one year without someone wanting to kill me?" Her voice was muffled by George's pajama shirt.

"I won't let anything happen to you. I promise." He whispered in her ear. George pushed his feeling of protectiveness to her and she shivered at both his breath in her ear and his strong emotion. Fiona looked up. His eyes stared back at her before pressing his lips to hers, slowly, softly. Their lips moved together as Fiona ran a hand through his hair.

"I think I should go to bed." Her voice was husky from the kiss. He nodded and stood up, kissing her forehead before heading to his room.

George entered his room to find Fred sitting up and staring at him. He raised an eyebrow. "Is there something more going on between you and Fiona?"

"N-no. What makes you say that?"

"Well, for one you suddenly left the room a little bit ago with no apparent reason available and I have a feeling you went to Fiona's room. Also, you didn't talk at all during dinner yet you seemed to be communicating with her. So again I ask. What's up with you and Fiona?"

George rubbed the back of his neck nervously. He couldn't see a way out of this. "You promise not to tell? I mean don't even tell Fiona I told you this." He and Fiona had decided not to mention it yet. They needed to sort it out first. Fred nodded in agreement. "Me and Fiona sort of…soul bonded before you guys found us."

Fred's eyes widened as George suddenly seemed interested in his comforter. Fred did not expect that. Soul bonded, that was big. He could understand why they wanted to keep it quiet as he was sure they were still figuring it out.

"Well, that was unexpected." Fred said and George nodded.

"You noticed what was happening at dinner? Well apparently when you soul bond, you can understand each other's feelings so we were communicating through emotions." He shrugged. Fred was speechless as George got back under his covers. "Now you should go to sleep."

…..

Fiona thought over what Mr. Weasley told her earlier as she looked for a compartment with Ron and Hermione. Why would she go looking for Sirius Black? She wasn't crazy. Fiona felt a sudden emptiness as they found a compartment that held a man who was asleep. She thought she'd be fine not sitting with George during the train ride but maybe that was a bad idea. Too late now.

The sleeping man didn't stir as they sat.

"Who do you think that is?" Ron asked.

"Professor R.J. Lupin." Hermione answered promptly.

"How do you know?" He looked at Fiona. "How is it that she knows everything?"

Hermione sighed wearily. "Its on his suitcase Ronald." They looked up to see some peeling letters on the worn trunk.

"You think he's really asleep?" Fiona questioned.

"Seems like it, why?" Hermione said.

"I need to tell you something."

After explaining what she overheard, Hermione was pale and Ron looked like he had been hit by a bludger. They were taking it as bad as she expected.

"Oh Fiona you have to be careful! Don't go looking for trouble!" Hermione exclaimed in worry.

"How thick would Fiona have to be, to go after a nutter who wants to kill her?" Ron responded.

Fiona rolled her eyes as they talked like she wasn't there. She leaned back as Ron and Hermione argued over the cat that Hermione got at Diagon Alley. Crookshanks seemed to have a personal vendetta on Ron's rat, Scabbers. Fiona was very tired as she didn't get a lot of sleep last night. Even after George left, she kept thinking over what she had learned. A crazed murderer had escaped a prison just to go after her. Why couldn't she catch a break?

Fiona's eyes opened slowly as the train came to a halt. The window showed a downpour of rain as the train stood at a standstill.

"Ah, finally, I'm starving." Ron said but Hermione looked confused.

"We cant be there yet." She looked at her watch.

"Then why are we stopping?"

The lights suddenly flickered and went out. Fiona could hear a squeaky sound and saw the outline of Ron rubbing his hand on the window.

"Hey, there's something moving out there." Ron said. "I think someone is coming aboard."

The door opened and Fiona suddenly felt a weight fall over her legs. "Oh, sorry Fiona." It was Neville Longbottom.

"Its okay." Fiona reached out and pulled Neville up by his arm.

"I'm going to talk to the conductor." Hermione said as she stood but the door opened again and a thud was heard before two squeals of pain.

"Who's that?"

"Who's that?"

"Ginny?"

"Hermione?"

"What are you doing here?"

"Looking for Ron."

"Come in and sit down."

"Guys, does it suddenly feel colder in here?" Ron asked.

Fiona had to agree with that question. Her breaths came out in clouds as she rubbed her arms to get warm. The window had frozen over along with a water bottle near Professor Lupin. Fiona opened her mouth to say something when suddenly a skeletal like hand started to open the door a third time. Her voice suddenly didn't work as she looked at the hooded creature. When she moved slightly it turned to her and breathed in. It became colder as it continued to breathe in. Fiona felt like she was falling and a heaviness seemed to surround her. Just before she lost consciousness she heard a scream. A scream for mercy.

George was rushing down the corridor, hurrying to get to Fiona. He had felt terror, true terror, that wasn't from him. He had seen the dementor pass by where he and Fred were sitting and was tense, waiting to see if it would go to Fiona and affect her. By the intense emotion he got, George figured it had. He opened the sliding door harder than he should and paled at the sight. Fiona was lying on the ground, her face so pale he was afraid she was dead. George breathed a sigh of relief when he saw her chest move up and down, indicating that she was breathing. A man was kneeling next to her, two fingers to her neck.

"Fiona!" She stirred at him calling her name. Her eyes fluttered open and she looked around. George helped her up and she sent a feeling of gratitude to him. Fiona looked around in confusion.

"What was that thing?" She asked. "Who was screaming?"

"A dementor. One of the guards of Azkaban. It was here searching for Sirius Black." Lupin answered only half the question. They jumped when he suddenly snapped a chocolate bar into several pieces. He handed them out. "Eat, it'll help. Now I need to talk to the driver, excuse me…"

"Fiona, are you okay." Hermione was looking at the last Potter in concern. She felt a little irritated at the question. Did she look alright? Fiona felt a hand rubbing her arm and she looked over. It was George.

"Calm." He whispered into her ear and she realized that he felt her irritation. She blushed but answered her friend.

"Yeah I'm fine. What happened?"

"Well," Hermione's voice trembled, "that thing-the dementor-looked around. It suddenly focused on you and then…" Hermione seemed unable to continue so Ron did.

"I thought you were having a fit or something. You went sort of rigid and fell out of your seat and started twitching-"

Hermione finally calmed herself. "And Professor Lupin stepped over you and walked to the dementor, and pulled out his wand, and said 'None of us are hiding Sirius Black under our cloaks. Go.' But the dementor didn't move so Professor Lupin muttered something and silvery thing shot out of his wand at it, and it just glided away."

Fiona frowned slightly but tried to keep hold of her emotions for George's sake. She felt some shame. Why was she the only one to faint? Fiona was very aware of George rubbing her arm and she felt a sudden feeling of love. Looking up at George, he grinned and Fiona blushed, looking back down. Only Hermione noticed and she smiled. They must be showing their emotions to each other.

"I didn't poison the chocolate." Professor Lupin was back. Fiona bit a small piece and was surprised when warmth spread through her whole body. She sighed and rested her head on George's shoulder as the train started moving again.

So George couldn't hide it from his twin. Oops. well the gang has met Remus and Fiona had her first reaction to those demons, I mean dementors. New chapter up soon! Please read an review!