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I had been sitting and staring at the wall for so long that I hadn't even noticed when Sirius had entered the room. My mind was off in other places, trying desperately to piece together how quickly everything was falling to shambles, and how quickly my family was switching sides so to speak. It had been weeks since the incident at Yaxley's house, and I hadn't been outside since. I felt like a caged owl and completely useless. I guessed I was getting a true taste of Sirius' world.

Dumbledore had been removed from the Headmaster's position after Umbridge and her worthless goons discovering our secret Defense Against the Dark Arts meetings. Looking back, I wished we hadn't decided that Dumbledore's Army was the perfect name for it. Dumbledore had agreed with Fudge's outrageous claims that he was building up an army to take down the ministry, and when Fudge came to grab him to send him to Azkaban Dumbledore escaped with a little help from Fawx.

He came around every now and then to get food, but he was usually out doing who knows what. He kept telling me he'd explain but after the fifth or sixth time I'd stopped believing him.

"Abby?" Sirius said with a gentle smile.

I pulled my gaze away from the wall to look at him. "Oh, sorry Sirius, I was just...zoning."

"I don't blame you for being in your own thoughts, especially with everything that is going on." Sirius sat down on the bed next to me. "How are you holding up?"

"I wish I could just get my parents in front of me so I could sort through their minds and understand what is going on," I said, setting down the item I had been dusting next to me.

"That would definitely simplify things," said Sirius with a little chuckle.

"It's just so frustrating not understanding why they're doing what they're doing."

"Welcome to our world," said Sirius with a little chuckle. "Even with the assistance of occulmency, which is a difficult thing in itself to master, we can't get inside other people's heads the way you can. Besides, people can always control what they think and not always how they feel, so you are blessed with never being surprised."

"But I am surprised right now," I said.

Sirius nodded. "You're parents will come around, once they realize that they aren't going about it the right way."

"I think it might be too late for that," I said with a little sigh. "Something is wrong with my mother, and my own father is casting spells at me."

"He missed, didn't he?" asked Sirius. "Perhaps he missed on purpose."

I sat up a little bit. "Do you think he's on the inside...like Snape...so that he can get information?"

"Well, not by the Order's orders, but he might be acting on his own accord. Or perhaps he went in to protect your mother and provide some back up."

"Great job he's doing," I said with a little scoff.

"May I ask why you don't like your father?"

I got up off the bed and went over to a little China doll I had found while rummaging through some old boxes.

"I haven't always liked the things I have heard going through my father's mind," I said with a little shrug.

"Like what things?" asked Sirius.

"My father doesn't like me very much. He doesn't like all the power that I possess and doesn't like how independent I can be. He thinks I should only do things if he says they're okay."

I picked up the china doll and rubbed the smooth glass beneath my fingers. "Basically he wants me to be his servant."

Sirius was quiet for a couple of moments. "And you're sure that's what he means?"

I let out a little laugh. "Believe me Sirius, my father could never hide his thoughts around me and to be quite honest he never tried. I hope he has more love for my mother than he does for me."

Sirius came over and put his hand on my shoulder. "I know what it feels like to not be loved by family."

"I turned that switch off about caring what he thought of me a long time ago," I said, gripping the china doll a little tighter.

"I did too, but even after all these years it still hurts...just a little."

He gave my shoulder another squeeze before leaving the room and closing the door behind him. I looked down to see the little china doll was now completely covered in ice. In a fit of frustration I threw the doll against the wall, it shattering into a million little pieces upon contact. Some were ceramic, some were ice, and some were a weird combination of both.

I closed my eyes, forcing myself to not come unglued especially now. Especially when I needed to keep myself together and I needed to be a stable support system for Harry. I couldn't afford to think of everything that was happening at once for fear that I would begin to lose my sanity...

I bent down and began to brush up all the little pieces of the china doll, wondering if I would be able to fix it or not. I didn't think that Sirius had even noticed it and a part of me wondered if it belonged to Bellatrix. I chuckled at the thought...Bellatrix playing with dolls? Now there was something I would like to see.

I was almost done cleaning up when I feel backwards in pain. My hand instinctively went up and grabbed hold of my forehead which felt like it was being split in two. I opened my eyes to find I was no longer in the comforts of the Order's headquarters, but instead was lying on the ground of a cold, dark room.

I looked up to see that there were thousands of shelves that seemed never ending no matter which direction you looked, that were glowing a soft blue color. I turned to look at one near me and saw a tiny little label with a number on it. As I was about to mumble the words out loud to myself my attention was drawn to a man on his knees a couple of feet in front of me.

To my utter horror I saw that it was Sirius, whose face was cringing in pain from the spell coming from a wand. I followed the wand to its owner and felt myself stumbling backwards slightly as I realized it was Voldemort.

"Bring it to me," said Voldemort with a deep chuckle. "Bring it to me!!"

"Never!" yelled Sirius at him before screaming out in pain again. I was about to pull out my own wand when I was jerked back from the scene and in the original headquarters room.

"Abby?" asked Sirius, his hand tightly gripping my shoulder.

"Sirius?" I said, reaching up to feel his hand with my own.

Sirius' brows were furrowed and he was looking at me with concern.

"There's something horribly wrong," I said, sitting up. "We've got to find Harry!"