Thanks everyone I do love Ginny and I don't want to leave her character all alone and hurt now that Harry is with Abby

The next two or three days flew by with all the work we were doing around the house, and with the inability for anyone to sit still for very long, because we all figured the less preoccupied we kept our minds the more worried we would be about Mr. Weasley. Luckily for all of us Mr. Weasley was good and well enough to return home on Christmas to celebrate the holiday with us.

We were all sitting around the long oak dinner table, and I watched with a smile as the rather bandaged Mr. Weasley lifted his glass to salute Harry and I. We raised our own and took a swig, although I could sense that Harry was doing it more to appease everyone else rather than himself. He still didn't like thinking about how he was the snake, and his occulmency meetings with Professor Snape were going far from well.

"Maybe you should talk to Sirius about things," I offered before taking a sip of my soup.

Harry looked at me and shrugged his shoulders. "Listen, keeping it all locked up inside is not going to make the situation any better and you might find that Sirius can offer a different perspective on things, you know?"

Harry stared at me for a little before letting out a sigh that implied he knew I was right. "All right, I'll go and talk to him."

"Good," I said, taking a swig of my pumpkin juice. "I think he's upstairs working on cleaning one of the rooms. Perhaps you should chat now while there will be few interruptions?" I suggested.

Harry shook my head in disbelief at how pushy I was being before sliding his chair back and heading up the stairs. I myself had my own problems to be worrying about, one of which was the unexpected arrival of my mother. She was eyeing me from the other end of the table, dying to talk to me but not wanting to push. I caught her eye and signaled that we could go talk somewhere if she wanted to.

She stood up and led us out of the room, up several of the staircases before going into one of the rooms and shutting us closed behind it.

"I don't want to push if you aren't ready to talk Abby," my mom said, sitting down on one of the wooden chairs.

I leaned against the wall and let out a sigh. "I haven't known what to say which is why I didn't contact you about it sooner."

My mother nodded in understanding. "Your father is concerned that you won't be able to handle this, which is why he has been so against me telling you."

I raised my eyebrows. "Why is dad against it?"

"Because you are his daughter and he wants to protect you. I wanted him to come with, but he felt like if you wanted to talk about it you would have come home for the holidays."

I stared at her for a couple of moments. "I didn't come here to avoid talking to you. I came here for Harry and to help out with things. This place is a mess and it certainly isn't going to clean itself."

I mother looked at me sternly. "There's no need to get snippy Abigail."

"I am not getting snippy," I replied back defensively, glaring at the Slytherin crested wallpaper.

My mother let out an annoyed sigh. "So, is there anything you would like to get off of your chest?"

I shifted my weight slightly, looking down at my feet and running my tongue along the front of my teeth. "Not in particular."

"Okay, well, I have some things I would like to say."

"Go on," I said, motioning that she could go.

She cleared her throat. "I want you to stop seeing Harry."

I looked up at her, my face completely blank. "Come again?"

"I was hoping that perhaps things would change over the course of time. I was willing to let you and Harry experiment with the whole friendship idea, but I can tell you two have become more than just friends and I don't like it. It isn't safe Abby."

"Oh, you have got to be kidding me!" I fumed.

"Abby, I am your mother and my first concern is you, not that boy downstairs."

"Oh, now he's just some boy downstairs? Has it ever occurred to you that what he is supposed to do is going to save the wizarding world from a dictator who only wants to torture and abuse people?"

"Of course I have, but if the boy is as strong as the prophecy says than he can defeat Voldemort on his own."

"And what am I supposed to do? Sit back and watch?"

"That is exactly what you are going to do. I have requested that you be removed from the Order of the Phoenix. I feel like the more we can detach you from this the safer you will be."

"Well, that's not going to happen," I said, glaring at her. My mother glared back.

"This is not up for discussion Abby," my mother said, her voice firm.

"Well consider your opinion truly noted."

"Abigail."

"No mother, I am not going to sit back and watch as the one boy who I have ever loved in my entire life tries to face one of the greatest wizards in the world on his own!"

My mother flew out of the wooden chair and knocked it over. "Abigail I refuse to let you die over something so foolish as love!"

"FOOLISH?!" I yelled, taking a step towards her. "And what may I ask is a better reason to die for if not love, huh?"

"You have no idea whether or not this fling with him is going to last," my mother hissed out at me.

"GET OUT!!!" I yelled at the top of my lungs, slamming open the door with so much force one of the hinges cracked. My mother's eyes got wide as the entire door began to freeze, like one giant icicle, the wood creaking and protesting at the change in temperature.

"Abigail how did you...?" my mother asked, staring at the door.

"It's none of your business. Now get out before I make you get out!"

My mother stared at me, a sort of freight in her eyes that I had never seen before, before stomping out of the room and down the steps. I stood there, my breathing quickening before falling to the floor. I closed my eyes and tried breathing in through my nose and out through my mouth. I was started to calm but once I opened my eyes I realized there was fog forming around my mouth with every inhale I took. I looked down at the ground to find I was sitting in a perfect circle of ice.