Finally

So here’s the whole confusing thing that goes with this story :) . This is my 3rd Harry Potter Fan Fiction. I started the 1st one about two months ago but kind of got bored with it and put it down for just a little bit(to give myself a break so I didn't loose interest). So then I started the 2nd one but that one gave away FAR too many (like 2 or 3) spoilers so I post-poned that one till the 6th movie comes out. I figured that could be like a year or two Soooo.....here came this one! And for once something of mine is writen in the "I" voice.

Summary: This takes place during the beganing of the 5th Harry Potter Book. The story is told by Ron's twin sister, Meygan(my made-up, the picture above is of her(I found it online (: )). By the way- I love Neville Longbottom and I will be using him more often than I did here because him and Meygan have an extremely strong friendship. I think that's about it and just to let you know-it starts out as a dream-you really don't find that out till later in the chapter.....Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the original cannon or anything they're all J.K.Rowling's creations-bless her mind (: -this was made for pure fun and not for the use of publication.
Enjoy :)


Fan Fiction Book: A world of Difference

Chapter 1: Lurking Danger

By: Katie L.

The sound of arguing that was coming from downstairs silenced or well most of it. Happy talking between friends filled the air along with the occasional arguing of cooks and banging or pots and pans and such other normal noises.
I walked down the hallway; I could hear Harry talking with both my brother and Hermione (probably the two whom had been arguing). I picked up my pace and smiled at the trio’s conversation, the only friends I had found so far at Hogwarts were Dean Thomas, Seamus Finnegan, Neville Longbottom, Oliver Wood and Luna Lovegood with the exception of a few others that have just recently fallen into play, and my family. Hermione was one of the recent ones but seeing as she seemed to stick around Harry and Ron more than anything I hadn't gotten to know her well. “Harry!” I said brightly as I reached the middle of the staircase-managing to be unseen for the first part of the stair case.
All three turned to look at me and if I wasn’t the type to be always in control of my composure I probably would have been blushing bright red out of embarrassment. “Hello Dragon.” Harry said and smiled but he seemed more in awe than anything-I suppose it was understandable I did look quite a bit different than the end of of the last school year, over the summer I had grown-in more ways than one-not that Harry had ever really seen much of me, I was usually hanging around with Neville and such. Even though we saw little of each other and calling each other friends was probably over exaggerated he had learned quickly I did not like being called by my first name and only responded (usually) to Dragon, my nickname given to me by my brother Charlie. When I was brought into the family Charlie wanted me to have the name Dragon but mum and dad preferred Meygan. Goodness to my parents, as much as I dislike being called by my name I’d rather have it than be named “Dragon”.
I smiled brightly at Harry and tucked my hair behind my ears and walked down the rest of the stairs. Patches-my kitten-would be a long soon enough to help Crookshanks annoy Scabbers. “How was the trip over here-I’ve heard the night bus is a dreadful terrifying ride.” I felt as if I should kick myself in the head for saying that, no one but I knew how he had gotten there and he didn’t know I knew.
A questioning look came across his face but he soon replaced it with his normal crooked smile, “It was….interesting to say the least. A ride I do not wish to relive in my life time.”
I smiled and giggled (probably the most idiotic way to laugh there is but it came out) “Does mum know you’re here Harry?” As I spoke I stood next to Ron, in-between him and Hermione to prevent more heated arguments over their pets.
“Not yet, but I imagine she will soon enough.” Harry’s eyes twinkled due to the sunlight; it gave a look into a side of him I was not used to seeing. He always seemed so serious when I saw him, but that made him look joyous and comical.
I smiled broadly back at him and my eyes twinkled like the stars, he was treating me like a friend and not just a friends sister-it felt nice. “It’s great to see you again, Harry.”
“It’s great to see you too, Dragon.” He smiled back but something about him was on edge, there was a wall around him-a force field I had never felt before-it was stiff and unsure, not quite defensive but yet not at ease. It was then that I knew he knew; Sirius Black had escaped from Azkaban.

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We boarded the train together, Ron, Hermione, Harry and I-I had lost Neville and my other friends within the crowds so I decided to sit with them when they offered. “Cold for September isn’t it?” Ron said as he sat next to the window.
I pulled my greasy, old, navy blue sweatshirt closer to me as I nodded, it indeed was cold. I left my hood down, I figured I didn’t want to risk over heating myself which seemed near to impossible. Beneath some of the grease it was noticeable that it was one of my brother Bill's old sweat shirts that had shrunk some in the wash but not much, he hadn’t worn it since he was about 13 or 14.
“There must be a heavy cold front coming in for it to be so cold.” Hermione remarked sitting down with Crookshanks on her lap.
“Really now,” Ron spat out sarcastically, “I would never have known that.” I lightly rolled my eyes at the child-like actions of my twin brother and sat down beside a man who seemed to have drank himself silly(or in this case to sleep).
“Who is he?” Harry remarked sitting down as he noticed I sat next to this unknown man. “You know him?”
I glanced at the man-yes I knew him, I knew him the minute I stepped within the train but that was not his question. To be quite truthful I did know this man and not because of my magical abilities. Mum, dad, and him had talked often-just my other siblings were never around-I was spying when I should have been sleeping or studying or doing other such activities that I was obviously not doing. His name was Remus John Lupin, he was a kind man who couldn’t keep a job due to the fact he was a werewolf. As easy as it would have been to say all of that-the odds of two them believing me were quite slim, or so I thought at the time, so I said the answer that seemed to keep me away from interrogation, “No, I just sat next to him-he doesn’t seem all that bad.”
“His names on his suitcase,” Hermione remarked pointing upward and she did have a point Professor R.J. Lupin was written clearly across the front of his suitcase, “and it looks like he’s drank himself to sleep.” She added pointing out the bottle of some alcoholic looking drink he had beside him on the windowsil.
I lightly shrugged, from what I had heard Remus was not the type to ‘drink himself silly’ I more so guess he had drank probably a tad too much and because of that had gotten disoriented and drowsy and fell asleep. Or he was just drinking some, got tired and fell asleep-really quite simple answers. I glanced at Remus, he had never met me-or at least not that I remembered but he probably saw me sneak around when I was 5 or 6 while listening in on their conversations.
I sat and listened lightly to my brother and his friends talking but somewhere in their conversation their words melted into nothing and I knew I was blocking them out. I leaned back into the cushion as Patches-my money cat kitten-jumped up into my lap. I stroked her and looked over at Remus again, it looked like he was looking at me and my friends from under his coat, but I guessed it to be my imagination. I closed my eyes and allowed myself to only hear the train against the tracks. I let myself block out that as well in time and let myself travel the sound waves of the train back and forth from front to back while only hearing select items.
A sense of terror and darkness suddenly swept over me and I tensed up but could not snap out of my dream like state, something I had been warned about by Professor Dumbledore that I needed to work on. It came closer and the train halted abruptly and it began to get very cold. If I could have moved I would have locked the door to our compartment to prevent what was coming.
I heard the dementor open the door and come inside and I became as stiff as a board, my senses heightened far beyond what I was used to and they were controlling me, I had no control. My breathing got hard and my heart pounded, but I knew it was not directing towards me-course not-I was in a way within its mind; it was heading for Harry I could tell. It was sucking his happiness and he was screaming, I could hear him screaming, suffering-a sound I hated to hear from anyone’s mouth. I heard Remus stand suddenly and yell out a spell. I was not extremely familiar with personally but I had heard of it. A silver colored light flashed within my eye lids and I calmed, opened my eyes and saw that he was deflecting the dementor out of the compartment.
I was the first on my feet, the first to react-with the exception of Remus-I knelt beside Harry. Ron was watching both I and Harry looking quite shocked…or scared the difference was hard to know by just looking and I was not really paying attention to him. I knew he was not shocked at my behavior after all he was my brother; it was what had happened to Harry that left him this way. Hermione on the other hand seemed to be double sided, made uncomfortable by both my actions and what had happened to Harry. The last thing I needed to worry about was people staring at me and what they were thinking.
I turned my look back at Harry as I heard Remus walking over. Remus knelt next to Harry as well, though he towered over both of us. He started speaking to him (even though Harry wasn’t awake yet) and occasionally Hermione and Ron, but I came across invisible-or so I thought I did anyway.
I kept my gaze on Harry; I knew I could easily help him if only I had more training, training which I would be getting soon.
After a bit Harry stirred, opened his eyes and began to sit up. I placed a hand beneath his back to give support as Remus did the same, “Careful there-take a rest.” Remus said while rummaging through his pocket for something. I nonchalantly smelt the air to see what he was hunting for, chocolate, he was searching for the chocolate which happened to be in the opposite pocket of where he was looking but soon he figured that out. “Here eat this it’ll help.” He pulled out a piece of chocolate and continued talking before he stood to leave.
Ron, Hermione and I helped Harry sit up better while he hesitantly ate the piece of chocolate. Harry turned his head and looked at me and I knew he knew that I had been in some sort of Trans just by looking in his eyes. “Dragon” Was the only thing he said while he starred at me.
A puzzled look crossed my face; I was beginning to think that possibly he was going into shock so I turned to catch Remus’ attention. I went to open my mouth to stop him from exiting but he had turned before I could. His eyes were set upon me, I was still kneeling. “Are you quite alright?” He asked me and stepped foreword towards me while getting ready to kneel again.
“Perfectly fine.” I skillfully hid all confusion from both my face and voice as I spoke to him.
“Meygan…” Ron started but he seemed at a loss for words, “Your-your eyes they’re….” He trailed off apparently not able to continue his sentence.
“They’re what?” I turned my head to look at him and that’s when I saw it. Through the reflection of the large window I could visibly see what was going on within my eyes. My pupils were no more than slits-resembling that of a snake’s-and my eye color was a bright green that was dancing on the verge of red. Both were far from my true eyes. I gasped inwardly and closed my eyes and opened them again quickly but they were the same.
“Come with me.” I heard Remus say and I turned my head, everything suddenly sounded distant-like I was in a never ending tunnel. Remus held out his hand and helped me up and then braced me against him. Which was quite good considering I suddenly felt both dizzy and nauseous. “I’ll be right back with her-she’ll be as good as new.” He reassured my brother and his friends before helping me out of the room.
We must have walked through 20 or so compartments by the time we reached the back of the train, it was an eerie looking area and I could here mice scurrying around. It took me a minute to realize it was pitch black in there but I could still see like there was light in there.
“Sit down.” Remus said as he turned on a lamp in the corner closest to me. I obeyed, it was quite unlike my nature to obey strangers but I knew that whatever was going on with my eyes was not good. I tried to focus on the sound of the mice feet on the floor board in hopes it would relieve the nausea. It didn’t work.
Remus knelt in front of me and looked at me, I looked right back, “Has this happened before? Have your eyes ever changed before?”
His question circled around in my head and I tried my hardest to focus on it and to find another time when they head, but I couldn’t remember. “I don’t….I don’t know.” I shook my head slightly frustrated with my lack of control over myself.
He lightly rubbed my arm and began rummaging through his pocket again, “You’re friend seems to be in good care.”
“He’s not my friend,” I managed to say without getting sick-the rising nausea was not being helped by the bumping going on within the cargo like hold we were in. “He’s my brother’s friend.”
“I see now, you seemed quite concerned for him when you were kneeling by him.” He glanced up at me, “Who are you?”
“Meygan Ann Weasley.” Was my simple reply as I placed my forehead within my hands and moaned quiet enough so not even he could hear it.
“Pleasure, I’m Remus Lupin.” He said as he stopped rummaging. I decided not to say ‘I already knew who you were’ some how that moment didn’t seem to be the right one to say that in. “Here eat this; it’ll help with the nausea.” He handed me something that looked like a jaw breaker, I glanced at it but didn’t refuse. I took it and popped it within my mouth-it tasted like strawberries and watermelon. “As for your eyes….I’ve never seen anything quite like it.” That did not surprise me; I seemed to be that way with everything. “But I have heard of it.” He began to rummage again before handing me a piece of chocolate.
I looked down on it; I seriously was beginning to question this man’s sanity. Chocolate had helped Harry-how on earth could it help me?
Remus chuckled and smiled, “It’s not the same chocolate I gave your friend-it’s different.”
The last of the other medicinal candy he had given me dissolved within my mouth and I began to bite into the piece of chocolate before stopping and looking at him. “What’s in it that makes it different?”
“Some mandrake juice, dried fruit,” he stood and began brushing himself off, “and snakes venom.”
I paused, my heart stopped. Snakes venom normally would kill any other person-anyone other than me-but how did he know. I watched him glance at me and walk over and sit down on a wooden box, “Eat it.” He commanded gently, “It will make it go away.” He detached a fraying thread from his shirt, “I do not believe that it would be best going into the school with serpent eyes, Ms. Weasley.”
Chills went up my spine as the chocolate-which to some would be poison-hit my tongue. The mandrake juice squirted as I bit down and the snake’s venom tingled against my tongue-when normally it should have burned. When I bit into a piece of dried fruit the tingling temporarily ended and was replaced with a sweet sensation of pure bliss. My nausea had stopped and I was no longer dizzy although I could not tell if my eyes were better.
“There,” Remus said when I finished the piece, “You’re eyes are as good as new.”
“Thank you.” I said as I stood and walked over to turn out the light. I paused and turned to him, “What was wrong with me?”
“I will tell you at another time.” He said and shut out the light for me and walked me back to my brother and his friends.

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I did in fact find out later what it was that had happened, but it was not through Professor Lupin. During one of the nights I stayed after at Defense against the Dark Arts class to practice and study I got to talk to Professor Dumbledore who had come to talk to Professor Lupin but it just so happened Professor Lupin had stepped out for a second.
“Professor Dumbledore?” I asked looking up at him, my blue-gray eyes tinted with green and flecked with green and gold twinkled up at him.
Dumbledore turned to look at me, his own eyes twinkling beneath his half moon glasses, “Yes, Ms.Weasley, something you need?”
“May I ask you a question?” I asked as a set my quill down by my almost finished homework, it had to have been nearly 1 a.m. but I had special permission to stay out of the common room later to study with teachers who were willing to stay up with me.
“I suppose so-though I can not guarantee an answer.” His eyes sparkled mischievously and he smiled at me.
I stood and walked over to one of the skeleton resembling candles in Professor Lupin’s Office. “On the train when the dementors came aboard,” I paused and glanced at him, he signaled me to continue and I did, “I was in a Trans, you know-one of the usuals; I could only hear select things and then suddenly I felt this horrible feeling of darkness and terror running through me and I couldn’t move. I couldn’t even open my eyes it was so bad, it was like I was sucked into a time zone. It only stopped when Professor Lupin used the Patronus on it, it was only then that I could open my eyes and move.” I paused again and stuck my finger within the flame, watching as the flame cradled my finger and I did not burn, “That’s not my question though-I’m used to that-and you’re used to me coming to you for help on that.”
“Yes, I quite am.” Dumbledore replied so I wouldn’t be talking to myself.
“The thing is, is that after Harry was situated, he, my brother and Hermione started staring at me-like something was terribly wrong. Then Professor Lupin joined them and they asked me if I was alright several times, I began to get suspicious so I looked out the window and that’s when I saw it. My irises were a bright green that was dancing on the verge of red and my pupils were silts…silts like a snake.” I paused and clenched my jaw snakes always made me think of one thing-one person-Lord Voldemort.
Dumbledore gently stood from where he had been sitting and walked over towards me, “You’re wondering how it got that way?”
I nodded still watching the flame, “Yes I am-that’s never happened before.”
He lightly smiled at me and walked up behind me, “You need to prepare yourself my dear, you will have many things happen to you that will have never happened before and you will have to figure them out.” His bright eyes twinkled at me as he spoke, “As for the Trans my dear-I believe with a few more years of schooling that will take care of its self-though I am more than happy to counsel you as I am already, if you need.” He rubbed his chin lightly and stroked his long white bread and I knew he was thinking, thinking of the best way to put the words scrambling within his wise old mind.
“Please, just tell me.” I turned my head to look at him my wavy red hair bounced as I did so and some decided to rest delicately on my lips-not an unusual occurrence. “I’m not afraid of any truth-even if it has to do with Lord Voldemort.”
His eyes twinkled brighter this time; I could tell he enjoyed the gentle fire of determination within me that never stopped burning. “Indeed-I have noticed by watching you that fear is not a word within your vocabulary.” He paused and stroked his beard, “What happened to you is something that happens to very few. You heard the call of evil from the dementor-it was searching out other dark creatures-and you resisted, it called harder and you resisted. You tapped within its mind to see it’s actions and it did not like that-it put on a silent war within your mind to keep you within your state of Trans. In defense of the evil your body ‘transformed’ itself unintentionally back to its Parseltongue descendants.”
“Voldemort.” I murmured beneath my breath as mused the flame.
“Quite so, Voldemort’s eyes now resemble that of a snake-his symbol of evil.” He paused, “Are you affected by snakes’ venom?”
I caught my breath and shook my head, “no sir.”
“You wouldn’t be now would you? You have quite a resistance within your body to certain things, so when the Dementor entered and made you to fight a war within your mind that you could not control-one that pushed you to use power that you have not yet learned to control or harness, your body immediately turned itself into defense-into something the Dementor would listen to. A dementor would not dare attack Lord Voldemort so when your body turned your eyes it turned your energy and made you feel to it like Lord Voldemort would and it focused more on Harry.”
“I didn’t want it to attack Harry though,” I slipped my finger from the flame and turned to look at him, “I didn’t want it to attack anyone.”
“I know dear, and someday soon you will be able to control your magic enough keep your friends protected when you are around but at the moment the most important thing is to make sure you are no harm to yourself. You have an amount of power within you that no one would expect…..for a Weasley.” His eyes twinkled and his lips curled into a smile.
I smiled back, I knew I was powerful-or well, that I was supposed to be-but I knew I still had a lot to learn about how to control it and not turn it into evil-like some have. “Thank you, Professor Dumbledore.”
“Do you understand my dear?” He asked, his blue eyes scanning me.
“I understand enough, Professor.” I smiled and looked at the clock. “Would you mind telling Professor Lupin I left? It’s getting late and there’s Quidditch practice tomorrow.”
Dumbledore smiled, “Not at all.” He sat back down, “Ms. Weasley-may I tell you something?” I looked at him and lightly nodded, I would never refuse any words he had for me. “If anyone ever tells you that you are like him, that you cannot be for our side, that you are a spy or something-do not take that to heart. You are the farthest thing from him, the only likeness to him are your powers and occasional temper. But you will not turn sides.” He smiled at me once more, “You despise evil and unfairness far too much to join him.”
I smiled; those had to be some of the kindest words I had ever heard. “Thank you, Professor Dumbledore-that means a lot to me.” He lightly nodded still smiling and I gathered my things and walked out.

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Suddenly the dream twisted-I expected to see the rest of my 3rd year adventures but I didn’t, it switched to my 4th year.

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“Neville!” I shouted gleefully and ran down the hall and over to him, my robes flailing and my hair barely moving from it’s place in a bun that turns into a ponytail on the back of my head.
Neville turned and smiled at me, “Dragon.” His voice was cheery as usual and his eyes just as bright.
I smiled back and wrapped him into a hug; he had to be just about one of my closest friends at Hogwarts. “What are you up to?”
“For once I’m not trying to find Trevor.” He held up his toad so it was visible and I smiled.
“That’s good we wouldn’t want him lost.” I gently stroked Trevor’s head, most people would get grossed out from Trevor (I had seen a few) but I on the other hand adored Trevor and thought Neville and his relationship was quite cute for a toad and human to have.
Neville smiled and looked at me, “What do you want, Dragon?”
I put on my best fake looking innocent look, “Why Neville, you make me sound so mischievous.”
“You are.” He pointed out with a smile.
“True,” I smiled brightly back. I had to agree with him he was telling the complete and utter truth. “Actually I was wondering where Harry was-I wanted to wish him good luck before his task,” I smirked playfully, “Gilly-weed boy.” I kept my tone playfully and he smiled broadly laughing lightly, a pure sound of joy which I loved to hear.
“He’s out in the Quidditch field, Meg.” Neville said, unable to find a name to call me.
I smiled and lightly ruffled his hair in a sisterly way; he was about the only one who wasn't my family who could get away with calling me ‘Meg’. “Thanks, Neville.” I stroked Trevor and kissed Neville’s cheek; beneath my lips I felt him blush, though it was not unusual when any girl kissed his cheek he did that.
“Not a problem.” He smiled and watched as I ran down the hall, through the doors and onto the Quidditch field.
Harry was just sitting there starring at his hands, I wasn’t sure whether he was cold, scared, confused or nervous-I usually tried to keep out of his mind as much as possibly so it was harder to read him. “Hey Harry,” I said walking over to him and sat next to him. “What’s up?”
Harry looked at me his messy, naturally untidy hair ruffled lightly in the gentle wind. “Not much….just waiting.”
“Waiting around all day is not the answer, Harry.” I placed my hand upon his shoulder-a gesture I rarely did to him-somehow it felt right to do at this moment. “You’re just making yourself nervous and anxious about nothing-everything is alright and will be alright. You are one of the best wizards here-if anyone can do this you can.” I gently squeezed his shoulder reassuringly-I wasn’t quite sure if he had just listened to a word I had just said.
I watched as he eyed the empty silver locket Cedric had given me at the first task. Cedric and I were not an item, Cho, Cedric and I had made that quite clear to everyone-not that Cho really cared, Cedric and her were not an item at that time. The locket was a sign of friendship; I had been extremely worried about both Cedric and Harry, so to calm me down Cedric had brought me to the Three Broomsticks, there we laughed and talked and he gave me the locket.
I knew that Cedric had liked me in someway because he tried asked me out in my 3rd year but I told him that I was not interested in a boyfriend at the time, he understood and we became good friends. He also asked me to the Yule Ball-before he had asked Cho-but I had to refuse, Collin Creevy-a boy whom had in someway become infatuated with me-had already asked me and I couldn’t find it in my heart to refuse him. After that Cho and him became very close but apparently not close enough-at the 2nd task Dumbledore approached me and had me be the one Cedric had to go after in the water(for some reason Harry seemed on edge about that). Not long after that him and Cho started going out, Cho was threatened by me at first but she soon got over that.
“Do you ever take that thing off?” Harry questioned and looked back towards the field; the tone of his voice was virtually rude.
I raised an eyebrow, Harry had been slightly more bitter to me since the beginning of the year for no particular reason. “Yes, but I just happen to like it.” I saw Harry role his eyes and I glared lightly at him, I hated it when he acted this way. Last year I had saved his hide several times and this year I did nothing but worry about him and Cedric-the least he could do was try to at least act like I was his friend.
The wind blew harder and the abnormally cold air for that time of year whipped my hair causing it to loosen from the bun/ponytail it was in. I slipped the cloak off me and placed it on my lap as a pulled my sweater closer around me; it was an old sweater maybe one or two years old and slightly too small. I turned my head and looked at Harry, “What is wrong with you?” I said my tone slightly harsh but not as harsh as it should have been.Okay there probably could have been better ways at the time to put that, but that’s what came out.
“What?” Harry turned and looked at me-this time there was no jerk, only the true Harry-the one that had become my friend (or something close to that) last year.
“You’ve been acting like a jerk to me almost all year. If you continued this track I’d say you were turning into another Draco Malfoy.” I looked at him with my piercing eyes, I knew he hated it-he said it made him feel like I was burrowing deep inside him trying to find his secrets. Normally that would be true but I had learned to control my magic extremely from the last time I’d seen him.
He sighed and looked away from me-attempting to avoid my intense gaze. “I’m sorry for acting like that, Dragon.” That was the apology I had been waiting for; I had been waiting for the true Harry to come back. “I didn’t realize I was acting that way towards you.” I knew he was lying right through his teeth and that made me mad inside-he should have known he didn’t have to lie to me. “I’ll stop.”
I placed my hand upon his shoulder, “Why did you start?” That really was the question I wanted answered.
He lightly shrugged, “I don’t know.” I set my jaw at first but slowly relaxed and just kept biting my tongue-it was his decision whether or not he trusted me enough to tell me the truth.

“Oh,” I said after an outstretched silence, “Well….I just wanted to wish you good luck before the tournament, so….good luck, Harry.” I stood and began to walk down the stands.
Harry turned and looked at me, “Dragon,” He said and I turned to look at him, “thanks.”
I smiled at him, “You’re welcome, Harry.” I turned and headed back to the castle and smiled to myself as I felt him smiling at me as I walked off.

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The third task seemed to go on forever, like it would never end. Finally only Harry and Cedric were left within the maze and no one knew where they were-no one but me. Everyone assumed they were still in the maze, possibly roaming and lost, but I knew better than that. I knew the last two people in that maze like I did my own brothers. Harry and Cedric were not lost, they weren’t lost because they were no longer within the maze-they were no longer at Hogwarts.
I closed my eyes and placed my fingers over my locket. My heart was pounding hard, probably harder than it should be. An eerie chill ran down my spine, searing pain ran through my right arm and everyone’s voices slowly disappeared. This had not happened since the beginning of this year and I didn’t want it happening now. I no longer felt the stands beneath me, I felt light-like I was flying. There was rain pouring all around me I could hear it but I could not feel it. Some one began saying my name, they were shaking me shoulder-I couldn’t feel it but I could tell. They shook harder this time and I just felt their finger tips on my shoulder, it was Ginny-I could tell-and she was saying my name over and over again.
Some how I brought myself out of the depths of my mind but not before something happened. As I did his face flashed before my closed eyes-Voldemort’s face-his snake like red eyes staring at me, my forehead seared-like Harry’s usually does. I snapped my eyes open I now knew I had gone into Harry’s head, I had seen what he was seeing and feeling what he was feeling. I was trembling-that itself was probably the reason for Ginny’s concerned-and I was drenched, I wasn't sure whether it was from rain or sweat.
“Dragon,” She said concerned as she stopped shaking my shoulder, “are you alright-what happened?” The concern that was inside her was easy to read-she was just as worried as I was, just about different things.
“Nothing,” I placed my forehead in my trembling hands, “it’s nothing, Ginny….I’m alright.” That part was not a total lie-I at the time was pretty much alright. Nausea swept me over but I fought it back and closed my eyes while breathing in through my nose.

I knew my eyes were normal and my nausea was not caused by their change in appearance-it was caused by seeing Voldemort’s face and feeling the pain I had felt.
There was a sudden scream-it sounded like something you’d see on one of though Muggle murder mystery TV shows. I snapped my head up at the blood curdling sound. Everyone was standing-everyone but me-I stood quickly and looked at what they were looking at; Harry had returned holding both the Triwizard cup and Cedric’s limp hand. I looked around no one was moving-not even the teachers, they were all staring at Harry-as if thinking he was a murderer. I immediately left Ginny’s side and ran down the stands-that was probably the last thing the teachers wanted any of us to do.
I ran over and knelt beside Harry, “Harry,” He looked in shock-un able to release Cedric’s hand or look away. I looked at Cedric he was dead that I couldn’t deny, I felt like a dead weight had settled in my stomach, tears burned the back of my throat but I held them there. I leaned over and gently released Harry’s grip off the cup, “Harry,” I repeated, “what happened?” I looked at him; I hoped he trusted me enough to tell me-to know that I didn’t think of him as a murderer.
“He’s dead.” Harry said and I saw tears roll down his cheeks. I could hear Dumbledore coming over and up behind us from his position on the stands.
I made sure Dumbledore and them were far enough away from us before I spoke, “I know you didn’t kill him, Harry.” I knew he thought people would think that so I had to tell him how I felt, “I know Voldemort did, Harry, and I know you aren’t capable of doing such a thing to anyone as good as Cedric.” He turned his head and looked at me, “It’s not your fault and I don’t hate you.” With those words I gently took his hand and released his grasp on Cedric. I then instinctively wrapped him in a hug, one like a mother would give to a son-I did not care if I wasn’t supposed to be down there or if I got detention-he was my friend, my innocent friend and I wasn’t going to let him feel like crap for something he could not have prevented.
Harry turned his head to look at me, “Dragon,” I looked at him, showing him he had my full and utter attention, “Thanks.” A light smile pressed on my face-of course it wasn’t a full one, the situation was far too sad for such a thing.

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I rolled around in my bed, tossing and turning-I hadn’t dreamt of those things in such a long time. They were situations I had pushed to the back of my mind and far into my memory bank. I began to toss more, something that I shouldn’t be doing in my sleep-especially considering I slept in the top bunk right above Ron.
Voldemort’s face flashed before my eyes, his evil snake-like eyes staring at me, the evilest smirk upon his face I had ever seen, he reached out towards me, and he was speaking Parseltongue. He pulled his wand out and pointed it towards me, snakes entwined behind and they opened their mouths to show me their fangs. He said something I couldn’t hear and pain struck my entire body, my right arm seared and I couldn’t find any comfort all I could feel was pain, pain and my body shaking-shaking so hard it felt like I was in an earth quake.
“Meg, Meg, Meg-wake up!” I opened my eyes, Ron was shaking me, he looked concerned and an odd fear was within his eyes. I looked down at myself; I was twisted into a position that some one who was hit with the Cruciatus curse would be in. “Are you alright Meg-you were screaming like someone was killing you? I’m dead surprised mum and dad aren’t up here.”
I stretched lightly, my whole body hurt-I felt like I had been killed and brought back with the left over pain, “I’m fine.”
He must have seen through my lie because he sat on the edge of the bed. “What happened, Meg, you never scream in a dream unless evil’s in it but you’ve never screamed like that-now what is it.”
I sat up and looked down at my sheets; the quilt that rested on top of it had ‘Meygan’ embroidered across it. “It was just a series of events from the past couple years.” I said and slipped past him and went down the ladder till my feet rested on the floor. He followed me and stood beside me.
“That made you scream like you were being hit with the Cruciatus Curse?” Ron said and raised an eyebrow at me. I knew he didn’t believe one word I was saying but some how telling him strait out that I saw Voldemort’s face in my dream didn’t seem so appealing.
“….Yes…” At times lying wasn’t my strong point….especially after going through that dream. I turned and began getting together the clothing I was going to wear, the sun wasn’t up but I was not about to go back to sleep. I could hear running feet up the stairs-I guessed it was probably my parents; they had probably woken up to my screams and went to make sure Fred, George and Ginny were okay-I was about that last one they’d expect to hear screaming come from.
I laid my cloths out on the burrow next to Ron’s clothing just as dad opened the door. Mum pushed past him and hurried in; she looked more concerned than I had ever seen her-alright I had seen her that concerned a couple times, but not often. “Is everyone alright?”
I saw Ron about to open his mouth so I quickly respond, “Everything’s fine,” I paused trying to think up an excuse, “I was dreaming that,” I paused lightly once more, “I was getting tickled by Fred, George, Bill, Charlie, Ron and Percy all at once.” I knew it probably was not the most convincing excuse but it was one that made quite some sense-all of my brothers were big ticklers and after awhile I hated being tickled.
Ron turned his head and looked at me, I looked at him-locked eyes with him-and then looked back at my parents they all were staring at me. My father’s eyebrow was cocked-I could tell by the look on his face he did not believe me, Ron was staring at me sternly-like mum or dad (mostly mum) usually does if one of us does something wrong, Mum was just staring at me in such a way I didn’t dare try to analyze her thoughts. The silence was putting me on edge and the fact they were just staring at me did not help.
“Meygan.” My father said looking at me sternly and I lightly rolled my eyes. They were always over concerned about me-like I couldn’t handle myself. I picked up my clothing within my hands attempting to avoid an interrogation from my parents. “Meygan,” Dad repeated just as stern, “What was it really?”
I sighed trying to delay having to tell them, the thought of mum when she heard what I had seen and felt just tore me apart-I swear she’d never let me leave the house(or even step near Hogwarts-my dreams of being an Aurror would be down the the drain too)-I had never told them of the other on going’s at the school that had happened to me, my constant Trans’, the eyes-nothing-and I had sworn Ron to secrecy. The last thing I needed was mum panicking about me and my safety. “It was just a dream.” I said trying my best to convince them it was truly nothing.
“About what-what are they about, Meygan dear?” Mum asked her voice full of concern and a hint-a large hint-of panicking.
I looked at all of them, I dreaded telling them, I dreaded the reaction the whole family would have to it and my other experiences. I sat down on Ron’s bed, placed my clothes on my lap, placed my elbows on my legs, enfolded my hands and looked up at them, “Voldemort.” I saw the looks upon both my parents and Ron’s faces and I placed my forehead on my enfolded hands. My mother’s face had turned almost a stone grey and my father had to put his arms around her to steady her incase she felt ill-headed, my father’s face was grave but not grey and Ron’s was that of true and utter concern-something I saw from him rarely.
Mum released herself of dad’s grip and quickly hurried to me and put her arms around me, hugging me tight-almost too tight-as always. “Oh Merlin,” Mum murmured under her breath as she gently rocked me as if I was far more shook up than I was. “What happened,” She paused unsure if she truly wanted to know such a thing, “what did he do to make you scream like that.”
I let myself slip into my memory back and pull out the image, “He just appeared at the end of my dream-I had been dreaming of Cedric’s death and then suddenly his face appeared. He was smirking and his eyes were bright red,” I paused feeling my mother tremor which was quite unlike her normally strong self, “He reached out towards me while speaking Parseltongue, then he pulled out his wand, snakes appeared entwined behind him with their fangs showing, he then said something I couldn’t hear and I was just in a lot of pain-all over.” I left out my arm-that was probably not the best thing to include after that.
“Oh Merlin, Merlin, Merlin.” Mum said a loud while rocking me once more. “Dear Merlin why?” she muttered this time.
“Mum, it’s fine really-it’s not that unusual.” I said and pulled myself away gently so I could breathe better. I saw the look of terror in my mother’s eyes at my word’s-perhaps now had not been the right time to say that.
Dad walked over as mum muttered ‘oh bless us heavens’ and then something having to do with Merlin once more. Dad knelt in front of me and placed his hands on my knees while looking me right in the eye, he always seemed to treat me older than mum did and at this moment I was quite thankful for that. “Meygan,” Dad began and I felt Ron sit down next to me; his presence came across strongly as the protective older brother at this time. Ron looked from dad to me several times before dad continued. “Meygan, what did you mean by it not being unusual?”
His eyes looked strait into mine and I let my defenses down-these were my parents and I could not with-hold information from them any longer it was not right. I sighed and looked down at my hands trying to figure out how I would tell them, “Listen,” I began and looked up at my parents, “there’s been some things that have happened at Hogwarts that I haven’t told you-quite a few things-things I should have informed you about a long time ago…” I took a deep breath and told them everything.

By the time I finished mum looked like she was about to have a heart attack. "I knew sending her to Hogwarts was a bad idea." Mum turned and looked at dad-as if this whole occurence was his fault.

"Mum," I interjected, "I'm fine-besides-he hasn't seen me."

"But he knows you're alive!" Mum through her hands up in a helpless gesture. "What we've been trying to avoid."

"It was bound to happen, mum, Harry is around here a lot-it's not his fault though. The fact is I'm getting older and sooner or later Voldemort would realize I was not dead." I knew telling her was a mistake.

"I'd have preferred later," She turned to look at my dad, "What are we to do Arthur!"

Dad looked at me and I got a dreaded feeling some part of him sided with mum. Oh god did I think that I had seen the last sight of daylight. "Meygan," dad said firmly, "you should have told us about this. You know how dangerous this is." okay yes-I did know and yes I should of...but hey I'm not perfect and never have been. "At this point school is," 'oh dear god no,no,no,no,no,no-please don't let him say out of the question' I thought, "absolutely on the menu." Okay so it was not what I was expecting and I could tell-by the look on her face-mum felt the same way as I did.

"Arthur!" Mum shrilled, "A student was killed last year-killed! It's no longer a safe place for her, for any of them-how could you say such a thing!"

"Molly," Dad began, "It's best if she learns how to protect herself properly-it's best if they all do-that way if some thing happens they can be safe." Dad glanced at me and Ron and I swear I saw him smirk-he was on our side.

"Arthur," Mum said sternly-I could tell this was getting far too heated. "Voldemort knows, he knows-nothing can protect them from him-from the killing curse!"

"Molly," Dad said he was trying his best to comfort her and keep me and my siblings in school.

Ron and I glanced at each other, both thinking the same thing-'time to go' with that we quietly stood, snatched our clothing and snuck out of them room and down stairs just as arguing began again. Both of us sighed thankfully and looked at each other-him and I did have our moments, our moments where we wanted nothing more than to rip each other's throats out but underneath it all we loved each other (well you know in that brother/sister way) and that bond would never change.

We entered the kitchen only to find that Fred, George and Ginny were all sitting at the kitchen table still dressed in pajamas and drinking tea. They looked up at us, "Oy," George said, "Mum and dad having a bloody fight again?"

Ron and I looked at each other, "Yeah, kind of." I said and sat next to Ginny.

"Not surprising," Fred said and opened a piece of chewing gum he had been storing in his pajama's pocket, "this house has been far too quiet." He finished popping it into his mouth.

"What's it about this time?" George inquired while looking at Ron and I as if something about us was suspicious.

This time I looked at Ron and he just glanced at me, "School, our safety...me," I said as Ron picked up a magazine, he must have been thinking the same thing as I was-our room was permanently shut off till daylight, this argument was far from over. "Nothing unusual." I motioned for Fred and George to cough up one of the many candies and sweets they had been hiding in there pajamas and George tossed me one. I bite into it and the taste of lavender and vanilla filled my mouth, I smiled satisfactorily at the taste.

Ginny surveyed me with her eyes, I just glanced at her-it made me uncomfortable when they did that, it was like they were trying to read through me or something. "What was the screaming about?"

"Yeah," George popped a sweet into his mouth, "What was that about?"

Ron poked his face out of his Quidditch magazine, "why am I the only one without a sweet?!" I smirked and glanced over at Ginny-he was right-she was chewing on her own sweet.

Fred rolled his eyes and tossed him one, "There you go oaf," He looked at both of us, "now spill."

"Nothing really," Ron said popping the sweet into his mouth. I looked at him a twinkle in my eye-it was my own form of a smile at the moment, he was covering for me and I was thankful. He glanced at me and under the magazine I saw him smirk back though I knew he tried to hide it from me.

Ginny looked from us to the ceiling and back, "That's what they're arguing about isn't it?"

I sucked on the candy again and nodded, "Yeah."

"If it's nothing than why would they fight about it?" George said keenly.

"Okay..." I said and looked at the three of them, "Listen," I saw Ron look at me, he was shocked I'd even bring this up-I never liked putting my problems on others shoulders, "I'll tell you but you have to promise me-promise-promise the most you ever have that you will not breathe a word to anyone unless I, Ron or mum and dad say it's alright."

"This must be good." Fred said anxiously and they all leaned in. I took a deep breath and began my long and at times not so pleasant explanation of tonight and the past couple years.

Clip from the up coming Chapter 2:

I sat down stairs curled up on the couch staring at the fire, watching the embers intently. I heard footsteps but did not jump or spook like some, I just sat and kept on staring.

"Hey," Harry said as he sat down next to me.

I turned and looked at him while pulling the throw that was keeping me somewhat warm closer, "I thought you'd be with Ron, Hermione and Ginny."

"I decided to come downstairs," he looked at me and then glanced down at his hands, within them were two mugs of hot chocolate. "I was thirsty and thought you might like some." I smiled at him, "What are you doing down here anyway? Kind of lonely isn't it?"

I lightly shrugged and looked back at the fire, "I suppose, but I just felt like...like thinking." I looked back at Harry and our eyes met. For once I felt like more than just 'Ron's sister' around him, to me he felt like my friend. I released my eyes from his and looked back at the embers, "Thanks." I said as he handed me my hot chocolate.

"Meygan," He began. I narrowed my eyes lightly at the embers but bit my tongue and took a sip of the hot chocolate(which happened to taste very good)-I'd let it slid...this time. "Meygan, listen," It sounded like he was searching for words-something I had rarely ever seen him do. ".......I know what's been going on with you...Ron told me. He told me everything."

There you go! Sorry about the length-and sorry if there are spoilers*curls up in corner and hides* I tried not to I swear!