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*I hope you all like this chapter. The one after this is one of my favorites. I command you to pay attention to the pentacle! I want to see who can figure it out first. Anyway enjoy and thank you to all of the wonderful people who have reviewed! I love you!*


The sun streamed in through the window in bright, angry streaks. Taryn pulled the blanket over her head and curled herself into a ball. She felt like a broken toy that had been thrown on the ground. Her head pounded and her eyes felt red and puffy from extensive crying throughout the night. Why did I believe him? He had seemed so sincere, but it was only lies. Now she felt stupid, ignorant and played. The worst feeling of all wasn’t coming from her head; it was coming from her heart. Through the night from hell and the betrayal that was slowly tearing her apart she knew that she still loved him. Damn him to hell! She thought throwing back the blankets and flinging her feet over the side of the bed.

“Ow.” She moaned clutching her head. She felt like she had a hangover with the way her head was pounding. She looked down at herself and realized she was only wearing jeans and a camisole. When Narcissa had told her to put on the death eater’s robes the night before she had put them on, not realizing she would be leaving that night. She had left all of her things at the manor. Damn him! He has my clothes too! Taking a deep breath Taryn stood and clung to the sill of the window while she waiting for her head to stop reeling. Hermione was not in her bed so Taryn assumed she was already downstairs with the rest of the Weasley family. I have to face them all some time, might as well be now. Taryn decided slowly opening the door and walking cautiously down the stairs. Halfway down the rickety old staircase Taryn could smell food cooking, and hear many voices coming from the kitchen. As soon as she rounded the corner and entered the kitchen everything stopped. She was met by the sight of a room packed full of red heads, and Harry and Hermione sticking out oddly. Mrs. Weasley was the first to speak.

“Oh, good morning dear. Here take a seat, and we’ll get you some breakfast you must be starving.” Mrs. Weasley conjured a chair between Harry and Hermione and Taryn tentatively sat down as her plate was filled with every breakfast food imaginable.

“Well, Taryn. I’m sure this must be awkward for you not knowing everyone.” Mr. Weasley said. “So I’m sure everyone would love to introduce themselves.” The first red-haired boy to Mr. Weasley’s right started.

“I’m Charlie.” He said with a smile that stretched across his weathered face that was streaked with scars. The introductions went on around the table from Bill, to Fred and George and then there was also Ginny whom Taryn already knew.

“Taryn, Professor Dumbledore will be arriving here within the hour; He wishes to speak with you about recent events. Perhaps you can eat and change your clothes before he arrives.”

“This is all I have.” Taryn said flatly; It was the first thing she had said all morning.

“Actually, It’s quite odd. Your trunk arrived this morning on the front doorstep.” Mr. Weasley said, perplexed. Taryn frowned and began to eat her food. It gave her an excuse to not talk. Gradually small talk broke out around the table, who had to work over Christmas break, the amount of homework from Hogwarts and how glad everyone was to be home. After she had finished her food, Taryn slowly got up from the table.

“I think I’ll go change now.”

“I’ll come with you.” Hermione said and quickly took their plates and put them into the sink. The two girls walked up the stairs in silence which Hermione quickly broke when they had entered the bedroom and shut the door behind them.

“I know this is probably really strange for you, but the Weasleys are really nice people and-”

“And they don’t trust me at all.”

“That’s not true.”

“Then why is Dumbledore coming? Is his going to question me with a truth potion to make sure my story is legitimate?”

“No, Taryn we believe you. How would you act around you? Would you act like everything was normal? Would you say how sorry you were? It’s not their fault they don’t know how to act around you. You are something new and different, someone who’s been hurt in a way that they haven’t had to encounter until now.” Hermione said.

“You don’t know anything about how I’ve been hurt.” Taryn said narrowing her eyes.

“Maybe, but I’ve seen other people in that kind of pain and I knew how to help them. But I don’t know how to help you.”

“I’m sure you’ve seen so many people as ignorant as I am who were betrayed.” Taryn said sarcastically. “I’m sure you’ve helped so many people that felt like they were dying from the inside out, because of one other person.”

“You and Harry are more alike then you think.” Hermione said with a sad smile. “I just wanted you to know that we really do want to help you, whether you want us to or not.” She said and reached up a hand to pat Taryn’s shoulder. Taryn felt anything but comforted as a sharp, cold shiver ran up her rigid spine.

The pentacle gleamed white against the dirt floor and the stone walls. It shimmered as if light were playing across it; it looked surreal like it did not belong in this dank chamber. Taryn looked around waiting for what she knew was going to happen. Draco stepped out of the shadows and stood on the lower-right point of the pentacle. He looked at her with an expression she could not decipher and he did not break his stare even when she looked away. Harry then came from the shadows on the left and stood on his corresponding point on the lower-left. He glared at Draco as he entered the light then turned to Taryn and gave her an encouraging grin. Another shape approached from the right, a girl who Taryn immediately recognized. She walked swiftly across the room to the upper-left point and stood there her chin held high. She looked at Taryn with determined eyes and gave her a slight nod. “Hermione.”

“Yes? Taryn did you just have a vision?” Hermione’s voice brought Taryn back and she shook her head trying to gain back her sense of reality.

“It’s nothing Hermione. I need to get dressed now, before Dumbledore gets here.” Taryn said signaling that the conversation was over. Hermione frowned, Taryn had just gone cold on her again and she had no idea why. I know she had another vision, but what did she see?

* * * * * *

“Hello, Professor.” Taryn said casually, trying to seem calm and in control.

“Hello, Ms. Faye.” Dumbledore said sitting across from her at the Weasley’s kitchen table. “I trust you’ve enjoyed your stay at the Weasley’s thus far?”

“Yes, they’ve been very hospitable.” Enjoyed my stay? I’ve been here for less than twenty-four hours!

“I assume you know the reason why I am here?”

“You want to make sure that I have told the truth and that I’m not just another one of Voldemort’s plans to kill The-boy-who-lived and take over the world.” Taryn said calmly with a tone to her voice that almost dared Dumbledore to argue.

“On the contrary I don’t believe I need to look into either of those, I am here for another reason.” Dumbledore said with a slight twinkle in his eyes.

“You don’t think that I’m evil then?”

“No, I believe that you are a very good person who may have taken a wrong turn. I am here to make sure you can find your way back to where you should be.” Taryn was filled immediately with respect for the man who sat before her. He made no accusations but still pointed out that she needed something to change.

“How do I do that?” Taryn said quietly; her calm visage breaking.

“You may not know it, but there are people in this house who have felt the same as you and who only wish to help you. Nothing is ever too hard to bear; there is always a way through. Let go of your hate and resentment for him, Ms. Faye. Fill the hole that you feel with something else. If you let the hate fill you then you will become exactly what Voldemort wants you to be. Remember what sets us apart is the choices that we make.” Dumbledore then rose from the table, leaving Taryn deep in thought. The choices that we make. I think it’s time to start making some choices.

* * * * * *

“Aunt Carol?” Taryn stood inside of the pay phone, clinging to the receiver praying her Aunt would be able to help. Taryn had flooed to the neared spot with a pay phone with the help of Hermione since the Weasley’s had no phone.

“Taryn? Baby what’s going on? Tell me what’s wrong.” Her aunt sounded worried from the other side of the phone.

“How did you know?”

“I’m clairvoyant. Remember?” Her aunt said wryly.

“I’m having a vision string. It keeps building onto itself.” Taryn said getting straight to the point. “I can’t tell you everything over the phone, someone could be listening.” Voldemort was still trying to find her, he may have tapped into muggle systems. “I need to know what you do to get a vision to fully reveal itself.”

“That’s very advanced magic. I was a good ten years older than you and more experienced before I could do it.”

“That doesn’t matter. I don’t know how much time I have, I need to know now.”

“Boil the infusion of honeysuckle with the root of the mallow. Let it sit for one moon cycle then add in thyme, rosemary, and one of your hairs. Drink it before you go to sleep and say the incantation, Revelo.”

“Thank you. I love you. Bye.” Taryn hung up the phone and smiled. She felt as though something was in her control again. Dumbledore was right, I just need to find my way back. With choices.

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