This is yet another story from me... Making it my 1-2-3-4-5 Fifth and a half (Now, Forever and Always isn't totally mine as I share with my SS sister Emily) Fic here on SS! It's totally from Alicia's PoV and it's set in their seventh year...

All recognised quotes, characters, places, ect. Belong to J.K Rowling. Everything else is my own creation.

A Year in Hiding

Chapter ONe, Part One:
Memory Lane

I’ve always been taught to embrace my visions, to let them run their own course. Not to run from them, not to fight them. So why am I running now?

Oh yeah, I forgot- the Death Eaters.

Isn’t it bad enough that Dumbledore’s dead? That Mad- eye’s dead? That George has lost his ear? They didn’t have to destroy a wedding and kill the Minister of Magic- even though we weren’t fond of him. Then there’s the small fight in Tottenham Court Road. So now we’re hiding in Grimmauld Place while Death Eaters stand outside the square, while Kreature hunts down Mundungus Fletcher and while we have no news from the Burrow. If I was here without Jamie, I’d be going insane. At least I can still reach the others if we ever need to talk to them.

“Will you stop it!” Hermione said loudly as the room was plunged into darkness yet again. I heard Jamie sigh as he continued to stare out the window. He was watching the Death Eaters while Hermione read Beedle the Bard and Ron played with Deluminator. Just two of the things that Dumbledore left to us in his will.

“Sorry! Sorry! I don’t know I’m doing it!” Ron said quickly. The Deluminator clicked again and we were sitting in a lit room again.

I watched as Harry slipped out the room again as they sat bickering. I sighed and stood up, causing Jamie to turn round and look at me. I smiled slightly as I walked over to him.

“Anything?” He said quietly as Hermione and Ron continued to argue behind us.

“No... I guess that no news is good news, really” I said in a whisper. I was determined to keep my worry out of his head. He didn’t need to know everything that I did.

“Filth! Scum! Blood traitors!” We glanced at each other as Mrs Black’s screams echoed up the stairs. I was last to the door, letting the others rush past me. I already knew who it was.

“Hold your fire, it’s me, Remus!”

“Oh, thank goodness” Hermione said, redirecting her wand towards the portrait. With a bang and a shower of red sparks, the curtains closed, so that I walked down the stairs in silence. I saw Ron and Jamie lower their wands.

“Show yourself!” Harry called, his wand still pointing at the figure hidden in the dust.

“I am Remus John Lupin, werewolf, sometimes known as Moony, one of the four creators of the Marauder’s Map, married to Nymphadora, usually known as Tonks, and I taught you how to produce a Patronus, Harry, which takes the form of a stag”

“Oh, all right” Harry said, lowering his wand as I passed them on the stairs and moved to hug the new arrival. “But I had to check, didn’t I?”

“Speaking as your ex- Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, I quite agree you had to check. Ron, Hermione, Jamie, you shouldn’t be quite as quick to lower your defences” Remus said as the others came down the rest of the stairs. “No sign of Severus, then?” He asked as he hugged Hermione.

“No. What’s going on? Is everyone okay?” Harry asked as they shook hands.

“Yes, but we’re all being watched” Remus said, looking exhausted. “There are a couple of Death Eaters in the square outside-”

“We know... I’ve been watching them” Jamie said quickly and Remus nodded.

“You have to Apparate precisely on the front step to make sure they can’t see you” He said, glancing round at our faces. “They can’t know you’re in here or there’d be more people outside- I’m sure of it... They’re staking out everywhere that’s got any connection with you, Harry”

“Let’s go down to the kitchen instead of standing in this dark hallway” I said in a dead voice, moving towards the door. They followed me, Hermione lighting a fire in the empty grate. Remus pulled out a few Butterbeers from under his cloak as we sat down at the table. I stared at the long scorch mark that Fred and George had caused two years previously.

“I’d have been here three days ago but I needed to shake off the Death Eater tailing me... So, you came straight here after the wedding?” I tuned out of the conversation as Harry told him about the Death Eaters in Tottenham Court Road. Something wasn’t right.


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Abi

Hello, and welcooome to the High Security Vaults.

Hope to see you update often.

Eeeep! I love it, Abs! I really like the idea of having Jamie and Alicia along for the ride! Please PAMS! I'm very intirgued how everything will turn out with seer tagging along.

Chapter One, Part Two:
Memory Lane

“What are they saying they want Harry for?” I asked, frowning at the table. I felt Jamie’s eyes on me for a second.

“Here... That’s their reason” I looked up to see Remus pull out a copy of the Daily Prophet.

WANTED FOR QUESTIONING ABOUT THE DEATH OF ALBUS DUMBLEDORE

I felt sick. I closed my eyes and tried to push Harry’s thoughts out of my head. The conversation moved away from the article almost immediately, towards the Ministry.

“Now that Dumbledore’s dead, you- the Boy Who Lived- were sure to be the symbol and rallying point for any resistance to Voldemort. But by suggesting that you had a hand in the old hero’s death, Voldemort has not only set a price upon your head, but sown doubt and fear amongst many who would have defended you. Meanwhile, the Ministry has started moving against Muggle-borns” That part of the conversation caught my attention. I looked up quickly. “Look at page two”
I grabbed the newspaper off the table as Hermione lifted her hand, too.

MUGGLE-BORN REGISTER
The Ministry of Magic is undertaking a survey of so-called ‘Muggle-borns’, the better to understand how they came to possess magical secrets.
Recent research undertaken by the Department of Mysteries reveals that magic can only be passed from person to person when wizards reproduce. Where no proven wizarding ancestry exists, therefore, the so-called Muggle-born is likely to have obtained magical power by theft of force.
The Ministry of Magic is determined to root out such usurpers of magical power, and to this end has issued an invitation to every so-called Muggle-born to present themselves for interview by the newly appointed Muggle-born Registration Commission.

“People won’t let this happen!” Ron said quickly as I stopped reading, gripping the paper tightly, and feeling sick again.

“It is happening, Ron” Remus said quietly. “Muggle-borns are being rounded up as we speak”

“But how are they supposed to have ‘stolen’ magic?” Jamie said, sounding slightly angry.

“It’s mental, if you could steal magic there wouldn’t be any Squibs, would there?” Ron said, his fist hitting the table.

“I know... Nevertheless, unless you can prove that you have at least one close wizarding relative, you are now deemed to have obtained your magical power illegally and must suffer the punishment” Remus said and I saw Jamie glance at me and Hermione. So did Ron.

I switched off again, my thoughts elsewhere- like the Forbidden Forest where my Centaur family was.

“What’s Voldemort planning with Hogwarts?” Hermione asked and I chose to listen again.

“Attendance is now compulsory for every young witch and wizard- it was announced yesterday” Remus said quickly. I stared at him with wide eyes as her spoke. “And it’s another way of weeding out Muggle-borns, because students must be given Blood Status- meaning they have proven to the Ministry that they are of wizarding decent- before they are allowed to attend”

This time, I wasn’t the only person who felt ill at the latest news. Harry, Ron, Hermione and Jamie shared my thoughts.

“It’s... It’s...” Harry said, struggling for words.

“I know” Remus said quietly before hesitating.

“Don’t even bother, Remus” I said quietly, causing the others to look over at me. “You already know that we can’t tell you what we’re doing” I saw understanding cross Harry’s face at my words.

“If Dumbledore didn’t tell you, I don’t think we can, Remus” Harry said as I continued to stare at the old professor.

“But I might still be of some use to you. You know what I am and what I can do. I could come with you to provide protection. There would be no need to tell me exactly what you were up to”

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Oops- didn't see you there, Ems!

I'm glad you like it!
And 'cause you're the first poster...

CHAPTER TWO IS NOW DEDICATED TO YOOU!

You're too quick for me.
Awe, thanks! I'm honored
This part always made me mad in the book. How exactly is a muggle going to steal power from a wizard or witch? It's ridiculous!
I wonder what's happening there. I never really thought about it before. But what do the Centaurs do through all of this? Nothing?
Fantastic post, Abi! Please PAMS!

No problem!

You pin them down and eat them!
Sorry...

You shall find out now!

I'm not that quick!

Hello Abi! I 'm finally here!!!

Very well written, love Alicia and Jamie

Great job!!!! PAMS PAMS

K xx

Glad you like it!


Like I promised, This chapter is for EMILY!

Chapter Two, Part One: A Bad Mistake

I shook my head, trying to rid the thoughts out my head. I didn’t have the time to think about the past anymore... We were never returning to Grimmauld Place again- now that Yaxley could get in. And I was probably never going to see Ron again either, due to the fact that he had argued with Harry and Jamie a couple of nights ago and left.

It was my turn on watch duty, so I was sitting in the mouth of the tent, staring up at the clear night sky. There was a single star in the sky, nothing of great importance there, then...

“Alicia?” I started at my name. I was under the impression that Harry and Jamie were asleep. I could still hear Hermione sobbing into her pillow. I turned round to find his face peering out at me. Hermione sniffed quietly.

“What’s the matter?” I whispered, watching him climb out of bed and stumble towards me. I summoned his blanket and wrapped it round us as he dropped to the floor beside me.

“Nothing... You’re all right, aren’t you?” He asked and I frowned up at the moon.

“What do you mean?” I asked, glancing at him. I tugged at the chain of the Horcrux to give my hands something to do.

“I mean, you’re all right with all of this? Not being able to contact anyone? Not knowing if they’re okay or not?” He said, his voice barely audible.

“I’m fine... I’ll know if something bad happens to them or not- I see the future, remember” I said, smiling slightly.

“I know that- but lets say you see something bad, you know we can’t do anything to stop it, don’t you?” I sighed and put my head in my hands. He seemed to regret saying that.

“Don’t be sorry for upsetting me- it’s not your fault... If anything, I get angry with myself these days” I said into my palm. “I know that I can keep watch over Ginny and Fred and Rosalie and the others but I can’t see them, can’t hug them or talk to them face to face...”

“I know... You get some sleep... I’ll take over if you want” He said and I leaned against him.

I wasn’t planning on falling asleep but three nights of no sleep is bound to catch up to you soon. So, when I woke, we were someplace new. I just glanced out the doorway, not bothering to ask where we were.

It didn’t seem relevant to me anymore. It was just the same, near silent routine these days without Ron: get up, pack up, relocate, discuss the Horcruxes, eat, sleep, get up, pack up, relocate, discuss the Horcruxes, eat, sleep...

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Awe, I really like it. And it's exactly how I imagined it; so repititious and everything. I feel bad for ALicia; seeing things but not able to actually do anything about most of it. Great post and thanks again for dedicating it to me Please PAMS!

Okay, so you're going to have to wait after this 'cause I've ran out of ideas at the moment- my sister's got my book as well



Chapter Two, Part Two: A Bad Mistake

“I’ve been thinking...” I looked up from the book I was reading to watch as Harry spoke to Hermione. Jamie was out trying to find some food. “I want to go to Godric’s Hollow”

“Yes, I’ve been wondering about that too... I really think we’ll have to” Hermione said, hunched over the story book again. I ran my hand through my hair as I looked over at her.

“What are you going on about?” I asked, frowning at her. Harry seemed just as confused as me.

“I can’t think of anywhere else it could be... It’ll be dangerous, but the more I think about it, the more likely it seems it’s there” Hermione said, still not looking up.

“Think about what?” I said, totally lost, as Harry said “Er- what’s there?”

Hermione finally looked up, bewildered. There was movement behind me and Jamie appeared.

“What’s happened?” He said quickly, looking down at me.

“OH!” I said suddenly, catching on. “Gryffindor’s sword! I get it! We’re leaving in a couple days” I added, getting a shocked look from Hermione and a confused look from Jamie.

“Leaving to go where?” He asked, staring at me again.

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“I can’t believe we’re doing this...” Jamie whispered as we crept down an alleyway.

“Look, you need disguises... So you need hairs” I retorted, staring out into the bustling crowd. “We can’t be recognised- what if a Death Eater saw you and decided to go after your parents?” Jamie cringed at my words. “Exactly...”

“What if the sword isn’t there?” Jamie whispered after another couple of minutes. I rolled my eyes. “I’m serious, Alicia”

“I know you are... Look, I know that you care about me but I can take care of myself when I have to, Jamie” I said, my eyes following a teenage boy with him mother. “Accio hair” He jumped as the hair was pulled out of his head.

“That’s not what I meant” Jamie muttered, snatching the hair out the air and dropping it into the glass vial.

“Let’s think about this when we’re there, okay?” I said, gripping his hand tightly. He sighed and I reached up to kiss him. He turned on the spot, Apparating right outside our temporary home. Yippee...

“Here...” Jamie said, passing Hermione the hair. She crossed something off a sheaf off parchment.

“Right... That’s all the hairs sorted... Alicia’s going as herself” Jamie frowned at that but Alicia ignored it. “All we need now is a day”

“Tomorrow” Harry said, walking into the tent with a small bag. “I found some berries outside” He explained.

“Tomorrow?” Hermione and Jamie said together, sounding shocked.

“Yeah... We should go tomorrow” Harry said and I shrugged. I wasn’t really bothered about when we went to Godric’s Hollow- I knew Harry’s reasoning on wanting to go anyway.

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I love it! I love reading about Jamie and Alicia. They're perfect together I wonder how it's going to work out with Jamie and Alicia there. Please PAMS!

Great job Abi!! I kind of forgot about this and I'm really sorry. I have subscribed now

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Chapter Two, Part Three- A Bad Mistake

I dropped onto the floor at the mouth of the tent, huffing angrily.

“Alicia, look-” Jamie said as he walked up to me, vanishing the footsteps in the snow behind him.

“I don’t want to talk about it- get in the damn tent and leave me alone” I said through gritted teeth. He stood there for another second before stepping past me, sighing. I glared at a patch of snow as he bustled round behind me, making annoying tinkling noises. I heard the sound of Harry and Hermione Apparating and huffed again. Jamie paused for a moment before the irritating noise started again.

I’m perfectly able to look after myself like any other person- maybe even better because I get a warning first... So why am I staying behind with Mr Kill-Joy while the other two go to Godric’s Hollow? I pulled out my compact mirror that Dumbledore had left and turned it round in my finger. I closed my eyes and raised it to my lips, flicking it open.

“I want to see Ginny” I whispered, so low Jamie didn’t hear me. I lowered it again and watched as my reflection became fuzzy and an image replaced it. I saw Ginny laying across her bed, staring at a photograph on her bedside table.

“Here...” I snapped the mirror shut as Jamie’s voice sounded above me. He was holding out a cup of tea. I turned away from him, not taking it. “Alicia- why are you mad at me?” He said, setting the cup down by my knee.

“I said leave me alone” I muttered and he sat beside me. I rolled my eyes and glared at the snow again.

“Is it because you have to stay here?” He said and I half-glanced at him, giving myself away. “I’d rather you stayed with the tent, Alicia... It makes it easier for the others-”

“Who are on their own and probably walking into a trap! But they wouldn’t know because I’m here! How does that make life easier? We shouldn’t split up anymore!” I snapped and I saw Jamie’s eyes tighten. That usually happened whenever the conversation steered towards Ron.

“Even without my cousin we can split, Alicia, there’s four of us” He said sharply and I looked at him, laughing slightly.

“Oh, so you think that because there’s four of us it’s okay to split up?” I said, glaring. He nodded once and I stood up, knocking the cup over so that it stained and melted the white snow. “Right then, I’m going to get some food then. I don’t know how long I’m going to be- don’t wait up” I said as I grabbed my long, black button-up coat from the chair and stormed off through the thick snow- he didn’t try to stop me.

I Apparated in an alley beside the supermarket. “Idiot...” I snarled, kicking a bin in frustration. I pulled a large rucksack from thin air and pulled out the mirror again. I kept the chocolate brown wavy hair and changed my black eyes to blue. Putting the mirror away again, I stepped out into the street. I was taking a big risk, coming to this supermarket- my family done their shopping here because it was always open. I walked through the sliding doors and strolled towards the canned foods, grabbing a basket on the way.

I got lost in my own little world as I walked up and down the aisle, picking up things like baked beans and meat balls. As I reached for a can of spaghetti letters, so did someone else.

"Oh- sorry!” I said quickly, pulling my hand back. I looked up and then straight back down again.

“Don’t worry- I don’t know why I went to get them... My sister loves them...” Emmett said, his eyes still on me.

“I do, too” I mumbled to his knees, worried that he would recognise me. “I like to write messages in them”

“That’s exactly what she does” Emmett laughed, dropping a can into his basket. “I don’t know why though- it’s just one of those things that make her Alicia, I guess” From that statement, I could hear the pain in his voice.

“It sounds like you miss her a lot” I said without thinking. His eyes darted to my face immediately.

“Do I know you?” He asked quietly, staring into my face. I could read the hope forming in his head. I couldn’t look away from his frowning face. “You look real familiar...”

“Erm, no- I don’t think so” I said in a nervous voice. He was suddenly grinning at me.

“I know who you are” He said, hugging me tightly. I dropped my shopping and hugged him back.

“How did you know?” I whispered, refusing to let him go. He laughed quietly in my ear.

“I’d know you anywhere- if you’re eyes were to change to green all the time” I laughed with him.

“I missed you so much” I whispered as we walked round together. He had tipped both baskets into a trolley by now.

“We missed you too, Al” He said as we passed a shelf crammed with chocolate. He threw a couple of selection boxes into the mess of tins. “They’re yours by the way”

“Em, I haven’t got that much money and I need to get stuff that will last” I said as he added a large chocolate cake too.

“Alicia, it’s Christmas Eve- you five deserve a treat!” he said, adding fruit and bread.

“Christmas Eve? Really?” I said, amazed as I stared up at him. He nodded and laughed.

“Have you been living under a rock or something?” He joked and I pulled a face.

“Nearly... We’re in the middle of Snow-ville No-where right now, freezing our ar-”

“What do you mean, right now?” He asked, throwing a couple of cards into the trolley. I shrugged.

“We move around a lot... So we’re not caught, you know” I said, blowing it off with a wave of my hand. “We should go pay for that lot now... Jamie will probably be going spare” I said, nodding towards the till.

“I’ll get this for you... As a present to the others” He said, his face vacant from the smile for the first time. We both knew it was time to say goodbye.

“Okay, can I have that in writing for future reference please?” I said, trying to lighten the mood. It worked- he laughed loudly and tousled my hair, which was longer than I had started with. I bagged the shopping and he handed over the money. I walked to the car with him, where we split the shopping. I pulled out a few cards from my inside pocket, making him frown. “You get used to it if that’s the only way you can survive...” I muttered, grabbing the pen out of the glove box.

“What are you doing?” He said, peering over my shoulder.

“All the owls are being searched, Em... Can you take these to the Burrow for me? There’s one for Ginny, Fred and George and Mr and Mrs Weasley- oh, and Jamie’s parents... This one is for you lot at home” I said, sealing them all. “Tell them that I miss them and I love them” I whispered, duplicating my bag and packing the food away quickly.

“Will you come round?” He asked, hugging me tightly. My head was filled with his pain.

“I can’t Em- the house is probably being watched...” I said, tears pooling in my eyes. I stepped back and smiled at him. “Love you” I turned on the spot- Emmett’s face being the last thing I saw. At first, I thought I was still with Emmett- it was so dark but then I heard Jamie’s voice.

“You’ve been gone ages... Alicia, I’m sorry for shouting at you” He said, taking one of the bags off me. “From now on, no more splitting up... Where have you been?” I frowned slightly as I told him what had happened. He didn’t seem angry- he was happy to know that I was happy after seeing my brother. I put my hand into my bag and pulled out another Christmas card.

“Here- Emmett wrote it...” I said as he opened it. We started to unpack the bags, sorting it into two piles- Emmett’s last gift in the middle of the table. We left the fruit and bread out on the table and packed everything else away- apart from my chocolates, which we shared as we sat on the couch, staring out into the darkness.

I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I knew I was in my bunk. Someone swore loudly and I sat bolt upright, cracking my head on the higher bunk, making me swear too.

“What’s going on?” I said, blinking at the shapes round me. Jamie was standing by my head.

“The others are back... Hermione’s sorting Harry out” His voice was scared, making me frown.

TaDa

Mr. Kill-Joy?
Alicia should have definitely went; she could have seriously helped! Their idiots for splitting up.
That is pretty nifty. I want one!
Awe, I liked this whole bit with Emmett. I feel bad for all of them; it's even worse that their muggles.
Uh huh! Told you.
Fantastic post, Abi! Please PAMS!

Chapter Three, Part One: New Place, Returning Face

I’d slept right through the whole thing- Hermione and Harry Apparating right outside the tent, Harry being seriously ill and Hermione’s quick explanation. It was Jamie’s shout that had woken me up- Hermione’s severing charm had caught his finger.

Harry was awake now, on watch, while Hermione thumbed through a book. It was past midnight- almost dawn. Jamie had gone back to sleep while I was sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at the back of Harry’s head, reading his thoughts. We’d moved as soon as I’d woken up, to another snow covered valley. I frowned slightly at his thoughts as Hermione stood up.

“Here, Alicia” She said after a minute, passing me a cup of coffee. I stood and walked over to Harry with her. “Harry?”

“Thanks” He took one of the cups Hermione held out as we crouched down beside him, the book still under Hermione’s arm.

“Do you mind if we talk to you?” I asked and he shook his head.

“Harry, you wanted to know who that man in the picture was... Well- I’ve got the book” Hermione said quietly, pushing the book into his lap. I glanced at the title- The Life and Lies of Albus Dumbledore.

“Hermione- where did you get that?” I asked, astounded, while Harry stared from Hermione to the book as she explained how she had got it. Harry’s thoughts turned bitter and his face contorted in anger.

“You’re still angry at me, aren’t you?” Hermione said, fresh tears running down her cheeks. I heard movement coming from where I’d left Jamie and stood up, resting a hand on Harry’s shoulder as I did.

“Alicia?” Jamie mumbled as I sat back down on the bed.

“Yeah, it’s me...” I said and he rolled over to look at me. “Are you okay?” I asked, laying my hand on his cheek. The conversation about Harry’s broken wand had swung so far towards Ron, his name had been mentioned.

“Yeah, I’m good... How’re the others?” He asked, glancing behind me.

“They’re fine- they’ve made up” I said, smiling slightly. “Jamie, you hungry?” He nodded so I stood up, summoned four plates from the kitchen and began to make breakfast. The eggs and bacon were on the cooker while I tried to toast the bread. It was a bit burnt but it would do. I started to plate it up.

“THE DUMBLEDORE WE THOUGHT WE KNEW DIDN’T WANT TO CONQUER MUGGLES BY FORCE!” Harry shouted, jump and shriek. I dropped the frying pan full of bacon over the floor, Jamie sat bolt- upright, smacking his head- like i had- and swearing. I stared over at the two by the door- Harry was pacing up and down while Hermione just stood in the door way.

“He changed, Harry, he changed!” I could hear the pleading in Hermione’s voice as she stared at him with wide eyes. “It’s as simple as that! Maybe he did believe these things when he was seventeen, but the whole of the rest his life was devoted to fighting the Dark Arts!” I was still as I stared over at them, watching with narrowed eyes. Jamie appeared beside me. “Dumbledore was the one who stopped Grindleward, the one who always voted for Muggle protection and Muggle-born rights, who fought You-Know-Who from the start and who died trying to bring him down!” I looked up at Jamie with a panicked expression that he didn’t see. “Harry, I’m sorry, but I think the real reason you’re so angry is that Dumbledore never told you any of this himself” Hermione’s voice was no longer pleading. It sounded slightly scared.

“MAYBE I AM!” Harry bellowed and I jumped again. “LOOK AT WHAT HE ASKED OF ME! RISK YOUR LIFE, HARRY! AND AGAIN! AND AGAIN! AND DON’T EXPECT ME TO EXPLAIN EVERYTHING, JUST TRUST ME BLINDLY, TRUST THAT I KNOW WHAT I’M DOING, TRUST ME EVEN THOUGH I DON’T TRUST YOU! NEVER THE WHOLE TRUTH! NEVER!” It fell oddly silent as the snow was suddenly lit up- the sun had finally arrived.

“He loved you” Hermione said quietly. I saw Harry was about to retaliate.

“I know he loved you” I whispered and Harry turned to look at me.

“I don’t know who he loved,” Harry said quietly, his voice dripping in a bitter sadness. “But it was never me. This isn’t love, the mess he’s left me in. He shared a damn sight more of what he was thinking with Gellert Grindleward than he ever shared with me”

“Harry-” Hermione started as Harry bent to pick my wand up from the snow.

“Thanks for the tea. I’ll finish the watch. You get back into the warm. Sorry for waking you up, Jamie. And for scaring you, Alicia” I returned to the breakfast, which was now slightly cold. I warmed the plates up and handed them round the now silent tent.

Umm, owe! I bet that hurts a bit.
I always loved this part in the book. It's quite intense.
Fantastic post, Abi! Please PAMS!

I took over the watch at midnight- the whole day consisting of silence and the eating of a Christmas dinner. It was snowing, blocking out the stars. Hermione joined me after a while, seeing the worry on my face. We both heard something- or someone- moving round in the snow. I frowned, punching the snow in front of me, I couldn’t hear any thoughts apart from those in the tent and I hadn’t seen anything in forever.

We packed up early, disapparating under the cloak to the Forest of Dean. I helped Hermione unpack while the boys made our small clearing safe. As soon as the tent was up, we pulled on every jumper we own. Hermione conjured up the bluebell flames like she used to at Hogwarts- it made me feel a pang of home sickness- and scooped them into the jars I’d conjured so we could stay warm. Harry took watch during the night, letting us sleep.

The next thing I knew, Harry was shaking my shoulder roughly.

“Alicia!” He said, some sort of emotion in his voice.

“What?” I murmured as I rubbed my eyes. “Are we being attacked?” I asked as Harry woke Jamie and then Hermione.

“No-” He started and I swore.

“Leave me alone then” I said, planning to lay down and return to my dream. Someone chuckled quietly and I scowled in the direction of the noise, still half asleep.

“Everything’s fine- more than fine... I’m great” Harry said as I sighed and rolled out of bed. I headed towards the kettle, shaking my bright orange hair out of my face.

“So why have you got us all up then?” Jamie moaned as my foot caught the edge of the carpet. Someone caught me before I could hit the floor. I frowned. They were soaking wet and felt icy cold. I looked up and gasped, suddenly wide awake.

“Alicia?” Jamie’s voice was suddenly sharp as he scrambled out of bed, pushing his hair out of his eyes.

“I’m... Fine...” I said faintly. I raised my hand to the new- comers cheek slowly. “I think...”

“What do you mean? Oh- ” He said, lighting the lamps with a wave of his wand. Hermione slipped off the bed and moved forwards slowly, exactly like a sleepwalker. Jamie’s hands appeared on my shoulders, pulling me backwards, my eyes unmoving from the face that had just starred in my dream, again.

Hermione’s reaction matched the one running through Jamie’s head. It took a shield charm and me diving at her to stop the attack. I looked at Jamie as I got to my feet, waiting for him to start his attack.

“Enough, Hermione!” I said, my eyes still on Jamie’s face. I was on one side of the invisible wall while Ron was on the other, explaining what had happened to him once he had left.

“A gang of what?” Jamie’s voice was cold as Hermione pushed herself away from me and into a chair. Harry dropped the shield charm and I went to take Jamie’s hand, committing the sound of Ron’s voice to my memory, not listening to his explanation.

I love Alicia's reactions.

Hehe, is it bad that I laughed at this? I'm not really sure why, but it just seemed funny with Alicia waiting for Jamie to make his attack... Anyway...
Great post, Abi! Please PAMS!

Great posts Sorry I haven't been keeping up to date Sorry

Loving all of this Abi!!!!

Ready?

Chapter Four- A Peek Into The Future

Hermione was sitting in the mouth of the tent, reading again, while Harry and Ron scavenged for berries. Jamie sat at the small round table, twisting a small shell over in his fingers while I moved around the tent trying to keep busy.

“I don’t know why you’re so angry at him- he’s apologised to you several times now” I said, bringing up the whispered conversation we’d had last night.

“I don’t see why you’re so ready to welcome him back with open arms or to forgive him for skipping out on us” Jamie answered back in a hard voice. His hand contracted into a fist, crushing the tiny shell.

“Like I said, he’s apologised for doing that so I’ve forgiven him, so has Harry... Com on Jamie, he’s your cousin! Reparo” I added, fixing the shell, which I took off him. “And please don’t touch this again, it’s to remind me of where we’ve been”

“Sorry... If I forgive him, will you get off my back?” He said in a resigned voice. I grinned in victory.

“I’ll forget all about it- promise” I said, kissing his cheek. “Now, go and make the most of the sunshine- I don’t know what the weather will be like” I added, pulling a face as I levitated everything on the table so I could wipe it down.

“Still feeling bitter?” Jamie asked as her cut five pieces of cake and put them on plate. “I wonder why you can’t see anything...” He murmured, passing me a plate and then heading for the door.

“You forgot the forks!” I called after him, waving a hand so that they bobbed along in his wake. Hermione took a plate and a fork as Jamie vanished into the sunlight. Sighing I walked towards my bed. Instead of cleaning again, I hung upside off the edge of the mattress, my fingers rubbing small circles at my temples. I hadn’t seen anything since leaving the Burrow in August and I was getting worried. I knew the others were counting on my visions to speed this whole thing up but I was getting nothing, no matter what I tried. So I was taking advantage of the peace and quiet.

The sound of people entering the tent made me press my fingers harder to my head, probably giving myself bruises in the process. I wasn’t sure it was hours, minutes or seconds passing me by as I remained silent. Then, I caught a flash of bright warm sunlight. Relief flowed through me. Tomorrow’s weather! I hadn’t lost my visions!

“I don’t care!”

Ginny’s voice exploded into my head, making me freeze in shock. The image that went with it followed shortly.

Ginny was standing in the middle of the kitchen at the Burrow, a chair thrown out behind her as if she had jumped to her feet. Aunt Molly and Uncle Arthur were still seated, staring at the red head.

“You have to, dear! There’s not much we can do- ” Aunt Molly said, looking at the girl with an apology in her eyes.

“We can go into hiding- like Kingsley, or Alicia! Or leave the country! Please don’t send me back there!” Ginny begged, her voice trembling with tears of rage.

“We’re not discussing this, Ginny- you have to go back to Hogwarts whether you want to or not- no more arguments” Uncle Arthur said sternly, stopping the fight from going any further. Ginny made an angry noise and stormed out the room, kicking her chair over.

I blinked. The tent was dark- so hours had past by me. Harry was on watch duty while Ron drummed strange rhythms out on a wooden radio, mumbling to himself. Hermione was re- packing the beaded bag again, humming to herself. I sat up and found Jamie beside me, a small frown on his face.

“I saw something, Jamie!” I whispered happily, flipping scarlet curls over my shoulder. I saw his eyes on my hair- it had been a while since they were this colour. “I saw Ginny, and Aunt Molly, and Uncle Arthur! It was still crystal clear, too! My vision isn’t slipping away!” He smiled at me, playing with one of my curls as I rambled about my vision, too happy to understand his thoughts.

“Alicia, can you sort out the clothes for me? I’m trying to re- organise this mess...” Hermione called over her shoulder and I frowned at Jamie, my happy mood bursting like a bubble as I caught up on what I had missed.

“We’re going to Luna’s?” I asked, pursing my lips. My new found visions gave me another glimpse of the future. A round black cylinder set against the bright blue sky on a grassy hill. “Yep... Guys, it’s sunny tomorrow- and warm” I said loudly, waving a hand so that the clothes folded and stacked themselves in neat piles next to Hermione.

“Thanks for the heads up, Alicia” Harry mumbled from the door way. I just grinned before deciding to try and focus on what we were really out here for- Horcruxes. I returned to my earlier position and closed my eyes. I felt Jamie move, his head resting on my stomach.

Alicia always wins; I don't know why he even tries.
This made me smile; they're too cute
I feel bad for Ginny-I wouldn't want to go back either. But I get why she'd have to.
Great post, Abs! Please PAMS!

Chapter Five- Backstabbed By A Stranger

“You will stay for dinner?” Xenophilius said, his voice snapping me back to the present. I’d tuned out the whole of Hermione’s story- telling and then had a vision, missing the following conversation. “Everybody always requests our recipe for Freshwater Plimpy soup”

“Yeah, probably to show the Poisoning Department at St. Mungo’s” I murmured as Luna’s father vanished down the stairs. Harry and Ron laughed slightly as Hermione tried to continue with the conversation that I had missed. Jamie turned round to talk to me. “I missed everything... I heard the first part of the story and then tuned out- so don’t ask me anything” I said quickly, receiving a dirty look from Hermione.

“Never mind the story” Jamie said impatiently, making it his turn for the dirty look. “What did you see?”

“That is a brilliant question” I muttered, frowning as I glared out the window. “All I know is that we’re still here in it” I said, sounding unhelpful.

“Harry, What are you doing?” Hermione’s voice was quiet but sharp. “I don’t think you should look around when he’s not here!” I turned and watched as Harry stood up and then freeze, staring upwards. I rose from my chair, waving away Jamie’s attempts to follow, and walked to the stairs to stand beside him.

“That’s a painting... It reminds me of Luna’s work” He said quietly, cocking his head to the side. I put my foot on the metal staircase and started to climb. Harry followed after me.

“Alicia!”

“Stay down there, Jamie” I called over my shoulder, not turning round. We emerged in a bedroom. Harry was right- it was obviously Luna’s room. She had painted seven faces on her ceiling- Harry’s, Ginny’s, Hermione’s, Ron’s, Jamie’s and mine. They were also linked with golden chains, or so I thought at first glance.

“It’s the word ‘FRIENDS’ repeated who knows how many times” Harry whispered, still staring upwards. I glanced round the room, catching my reflection in a small mirror- my hair was a icy blue colour.

“Can’t you feel that?” I asked, wrapping my arms round myself. Harry frowned as he looked at me. “The coldness?” His frown deepened as his eyes swept the room once.

“The wardrobe’s empty... The bed hasn’t been slept in...” He whispered and I nodded.

“Xenophilius is lying to us- Luna hasn’t been here in months, Harry” I said and he turned and vanished down the staircase. I bit my lip, wondering where Luna was for another second before following him.

“What? What is it?” I heard Hermione ask Harry as the room slowly came back into view. I saw Jamie glance at my face and jump to his feet.

“What?” He asked in a anxious voice but as I stepped off the stairs, Xenophilius appeared at the top of the stairs from the kitchen.

“Mr Lovegood? Sir?” I started in a voice which plainly said that I was shocked. He froze, the tray trembling slightly in his hands. “Where’s Luna?” Jamie stepped to my side, his eyes darting from me, to Harry, to Xenophilius and back again.

“Excuse me?” The man said in a quiet voice and I felt the faint hint of anger touch the blood in my veins. I was slightly shocked with myself- I hadn’t been irritated for a long while now.

“Where’s Luna?” Harry said, stepping in quickly. I guessed that my appearance had changed again, giving my mood away.

“I- I’ve told you, she’s fishing down at Bottom Bridge” Xenophilius said in a shaky voice. Something crossed his thoughts and I frowned at him, not understanding it one bit.

“So why have you set that tray for six?” I pointed out as Hermione and Ron stood too. He opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out. We waited patiently but still nothing. “I don’t think Luna’s been here for months... Her bed hasn’t been slept in, her clothes are gone... Where is she? And why do you keep looking out the window?” I half- shouted, making Jamie put a hand on my shoulder. I knew that my hair would be short and black by now. He dropped the tray but I was quicker, pointing my wand at him. Jamie caught on quickly and drew his wand, causing the other three to do the same. “The printing press will stop in ten seconds” I added, my voice full of venom. Ron turned to the machine as it fell silent, spilling Quibbler’s over our feet.

“Harry, look at this” He said, grabbing one and holding it out for us to look at. I frowned at the cover.

“The Quibbler’s going for a new angle then?” Harry said coldly and I felt heat flush my face.

“That’s why he went into the garden... Sending an owl to the Ministry” I said, anger mixing with disgust. Jamie’s hand put more pressure on my shoulder.

“They took my Luna, because of what I was writing... They took my Luna and I don’t know where she is, what they’ve done to her...” I felt the fire inside me died a little as the horror gripped my heart- poor Luna. “But they might give her back to me if I- if I- ” The fire regained it’s former level of heat.

“Hand over Harry?” I spat and Hermione hissed in anger behind me.

“No deal- get out the way, we’re leaving” Ron said but I shook my head, stumbling backwards in horror. Jamie caught me as my legs gave out.

“It’s too late! They’re on their way! Harry, we’re not going to get out in time!” I whispered, staring out the window behind Ron.

“HARRY!” Hermione shrieked, pointing at the figures on brooms- unmistakably Death Eaters. Harry, Ron and Jamie turned to the window but I turned towards Xenophilius, who drew his wand.

“NO!” I shouted, lunging towards Jamie and catching his knees. Harry knocked Ron and Hermione out the way as the Stunner soared across the room. It hit the Enrumptment Horn, which exploded, practically tearing the room apart.



Sorry about the mix- up!

Did you skip a chapter or did you mean to put five?
Well, that's no bueno. At least she's alright.
Though I felt bad for Harry and what the visions did to him, I always thought they were helpful... They let them know where Voldemort was, which is always a good thing.

And now the real fun begins. I'm curious to see how Alicia and Jamie will be adapted into Malfoy Manor.
Fantastic post, Abi! Please PAMS!

Hmm Malfoy Manor with Alicia and Jamie??!! Curious to see how this works

Loved these I'm so clumsy at keeping up to date with this

K xx