Once the match was over, Clarissa was laughing with Cedric as the pair walked back to find the Weasley's at least they were before Clarissa had spotted a group of figures in cloaks. She had subconsciously grabbed onto Cedric's hand, a fear of what they were. She felt a tightened grip on her hand as she looked up and saw Cedric smiling down at her. He had squeezed her hand for reassurance as the pair managed to get to the side without being trampled.

" Stay here. Don't let them see you. I swear, Clarissa, I will be right back. " Cedric said before dashing off, Clarissa trying to grab his hand back in a protest. It was almost as if her voice didn't work. After a moment of standing there in shock, Clarissa snapped out of it and looked right at one of the masked figures. With a gasp, Clarissa watched, unable to move as the masked figured raised their wand about to use some spell on Clarissa.

" CLARISSA! "

Snapping out of the state of shock, Clarissa looked to the one who had shouted her name but they were no where to be found. Those masked being scared her. Clarissa then ft herself being pushed out of the way, steering her from harm. Whoever it was, she was too frightened to know, she had buried her head in the person's chest, it smelt familiar. Like someone she knew. She was right.

Once the figure was gone, Clarissa shakily moved her head to see her savior. She looked to see the face of Cedric Diggory. " T-T-Thank You. " Clarissa barely said in a whisper before she began to have flashbacks almost. The female gripped Cedric's wrist, tight as she saw her childhood. She saw Voldemort, she saw the hooded people and she saw her parents. She wasn't there, how could she possibly remember what had happened all those many years ago.

With a gasp, Clarissa came out of her memories and looked at Cedric. " I saw him. I-I saw them. " She had never told him about her past. So of course he would be confused. He just sat there and held Clarissa trying to help the girl.

" Shh. Shh. Clarissa. Its okay. He's not here. " Cedric had a way with words as he softly calmed the female down before a voice snapped Clarissa out of her little panics. It was Amos Diggory. She had been so scared age hardly realized that the other man was there. " We should probably go and find the Weasley's, dad. " Cedric released Clarissa and stood up looking at his father who silently agreed, for he was more interested in the way that his son had acted towards this dark haired Slytherin.

" Diggory! Clarissa! " Looking up at the caller, Clarissa felt quite relieved to see Fred and George running towards her. Reluctantly, Cedric had let go of Clarissa's hand, neither of which realized that they had been grasping hands, but neither really minded. At least until Clarissa ran and boosted herself towards George Weasley. A hurt look had appeared on Cedric's face. Clarissa barely noticed it as she had smiled in his direction.

It wasn't much of a secret to most people that George Weasley had taken to a fancy of Clarissa. Of course, Clarissa herself didn't know that. But it wasn't a secret to most of the girls that George fancied Clarissa. And it wasn't a secret that Fred had fancied Proserpina, but that's not the point.

Clarissa, still a little shooken up, followed George and Fred back towards the Weasley pack. " Clarissa! " Arthur Weasley had finally gotten the whole pack together as the group all headed back to the Burrow ti await the Hogwarts express when they would all be taken back to school.

" Hey, Clarissa! " Clarissa had glanced to her side to see Charlie and Bill Weasley. " I sure wish to go back to Hogwarts. Especially this year. " Clarissa heard one of them say. She smiled, but she was still unsure about the both of them. And why?

For the rest of the trip back, Clarissa stayed quiet as she was still trying to get that hooded figure our of her head. As well as that vision. Clarissa looked up as they had finally reached the Burrow. Clarissa watched with a little bit of enjoyment as Molly Weasley squeezed the life out of the boys as she rambled on about yelling at them had been the last thing she had done and. Oh how could she have lived if that had been the last thing that they said to her.

• • •

Hours in the night, supposed to be asleep, Clarissa couldn't sleep. The masked figures were the only things that she could see whenever she had closed her eyes. She now knew what they were. Death Eaters. Clarissa bit on her lip as she sighed softly. She couldn't be afraid. I mean her house was probably full of them. Even Ron said it himself. Most Bad Witches and Wizards were in Slytherin. What if they were in her own house. She couldn't stand that thought and she sat up.

Not being able to sleep and the only one who wouldn't care, Clarissa walked towards the twins room and lightly knocked on the door. Clarissa bit her lip, almost regretting her decision as she watched as George opened the door. " Clarissa? " The male had asked looking down at the dark haired female. " What's wrong? Are you okay? " George was nuts about her. It was obvious in this moment.

Clarissa simply shook her head before wrapping her arms around his torso like a little kid, and just standing there. Clarissa sighed softly and let a tear fall from her cheek. That was when George really knew that something was wrong. Clarissa never cried. Ever. He stood there and let her cry into him, walking slowly back into his room. He looked over at his sleeping twin.

" You know, Proserpina tried to murder Fred earlier. " George said attempting to cheer the sadder girl up. It partially worked as Clarissa spared a small smile. " He poured water on her this morning. " George continued holding her close to him. He pulled them apart and sat her down on his bed before wiping the years from her face as he did whatever he could to make her smile. Or crack a laugh. " You gonna tell me what's wrong? " George had asked her once a little calm. He looked at her face and gave her a small smile.

" I saw... My mother... And my father. " Clarissa managed. She was tempted to tell her entire story of her being an O'Flaherty but who would believe her? All of them were dead. She decided to relive the days of the World Cup. " I saw the hooded figures killing my parents. One almost killed me. " She sighed. " I can't close my eyes, because all I see are them. The death eaters. Killing. " Clarissa said sighing.

" Just shhh. " George cooed towards the Slytherin girl. The male leaned back in his bed, and pulled the girl down with him. " Just. Stay in here for tonight. I won't let them get you. " George said as he wrapped his arms around the smaller one's figure. " Just go to sleep, Clarissa, I got you. " George said.

" Who knew, George Weasley had a serious side? " Clarissa whispered with a weak smile.

" Oh hush. "

" You hush. "

" Just go to sleep, Clare. " George said finally ending the discussion as he laid down and held her in his arms as he began to drift off to sleep.

He managed to fall asleep. He fell asleep much before Clarissa had been able to. She eventually did fall asleep after she had burrowed into George for comfort. She really appreciated George and all he had done for her. She smiled softly and began to finally be able to sleep.

• • •

Waking up the following morning by a murderous scream coming from Fred, Clarissa, still with George managed to look over and see Proserpina had gotten her revenge on the male. George stayed asleep. Clarissa smiled softly as she shook George awake so they could all see what would happen next between Proserpina.

Turning her head to the side as she heard a tapping, Clarissa saw her owl, Nox standing there with a letter. Clarissa pulled herself away from George and she looked at the owl, taking the letter. It was from Lauren. Clarissa widened her eyes as she looked at the letter and opened it.

My Dearest, Elizabeth

I suppose you are surprised to be receiving this letter. For I usually do not write to you, especially with these silly owls. Honestly, Nox tried to bite my finger off before he actually took the letter. Anyways I am writing as I have received some news from an old friend. Sebastian McNamara had been searching for a woman, Mary O'Flaherty, your mother. I had been curious as to why as it suddenly all made sense as it was explained to me. Mary O'Flaherty and Sebastian McNamara had a child before you were born. He attends Hogwarts and Sebastian had recently passed away from an illness and his dying wish was for his son to know everything. He will be staying with us because of the death of Sebastian, as you are his half brother and he has no other relatives. I want you, my dear, to seem this male out. A Slytherin such as yourself, also older than you. A seventh year I suppose. His name is Evan McNamara. I want you to get to know this person, and I want you to tell him everything that I told you when you were eleven. Tell him everything. But let know one else know. I love you so much, I will see you soon!

Lots of Love, Lauren Hunter

Smiling as she read the letter, Clarissa walked out of the room, with the letter in her hand. The female smiled to herself and entered Ginny's room where she had a secret area in her trunk for things that were Elizabeth's, not Clarissa's. She stored it there before heading down to help Molly Weasley with breakfast. And to think, in a few days they were all going back to Hogwarts. She couldn't be more excited.

About halfway down the stairs, Clarissa ran back up the stairs and figured she should ask Cedric if he knew this Evan McNamara. But then she changed her mind again as she picked up the quill. Clarissa shook her head and headed down to help Molly, without delay this time. She could just write to Cedric later.

" Good Morning, Molly! " Clarissa said giving the older woman a small smile. She was in a bit of a better mood ever since the little talk she had with George the previous night. " Can I help you with anything? " Clarissa asked with a small smile.

Once everything was done, and everyone was done, Clarissa sat down next to Proserpina, hoping that no one would mention anything if the previous night. Clarissa bit her lip softly as she began to eat, waiting for the blabbermouth that would say something.

" How was it? " It was Hermione that spoke. " I'm so sorry! " Hermione hadn't realized it until getting a jab in the side from Ginny.

" What? " Of course this left Molly curious, and she would definitely find out. " How was what? " Molly asked raising an eyebrow at Clarissa.

" Allow me to explain. " It was Fred that didn't keep quiet this time. He received two kicks in the ankle. One from his twin sitting beside him, the other from Clarissa sitting across from him. " Clarissa fell asleep in George's room. "

Before she had a chance to explain, Molly was already yelling at poor George. " Molly! Molly! " Clarissa spoke finally before George got all of the blame. " It was my fault. I had a nightmare and I went to talk to George. " She sped up her words. " Nothing happened I swear, I accidentally fell asleep. I'm sorry. It won't happen again. "

With that, Molly was alright with the situation.