Summer 1989,
Only Need to Call

Phoebe glanced at the clock in her room, 4:45 am. There wasn't any chance of getting any sleep soon, she made her way downstairs into the garden in just an hour the sun would rise. While her parents wouldn't approve of her staying awake all the time, if she didn't get to sleep by two in the morning there was no chance she would fall asleep.

She propped her feet up on a bench, reading her book. She thanked her mother every day for introducing her to the world of literature, falling deep into a fictional world helped to drown away the reality she lived. While ever she was immersed in a story there was less of a chance for her mind to conjure up images of the future.

Her last vision was caused by her cousin's friend running into her. She barely knew him only having met him once or twice, when he came to visit Ethan. She heard rustling in the bushes she quickly retreated inside locking the door behind her she sighed when she spotted her father, unlocking the door for him.

"What are you doing awake?" he asked

"I couldn't sleep, are you only just getting home?"

"Remus had a bad night again, is your mum awake?" she shook her head, "alright, well we should go inside, try and get some rest sweetheart," she nodded

She walked along the hall, ignoring the shrieks of her paternal grandmother. Walburga Black was destined to remain on the walls of Grimmauld Place, and watch as the generations continued. Phoebe slumped down on the sofa, braiding her messily curly hair, into two dutch braids. The best way to wear her hair. She pulled a blanket over her while she continued to read through her book.

Now she couldn't focus, worrying about Remus, when she was 5 years old she saw a secret that Remus had kept a secret for many years. He was a werewolf. While that discovery would have frightened any young child, she adored her uncle Remus, and never saw a bad side to him yet. Her father insisted that she kept the knowledge to herself, which she did.

Finally, she managed to fall asleep, resulting in her uncle Regulus having to carry her up to bed as everyone would be waking soon and most likely disturb her as they came downstairs. It didn't matter the loud noise other known as her younger brother Carden woke her after only a couple of hours of sleep.

She looked over her school robes, the wand that still remained in its box, and the neatly stacked books, in the corner of her room. The reality had settled in for the first time since she was a toddler she was going to be without her parents, away from the comfort and safety of her family.

"Miss Phoebe," she heard accompanied by a faint knock on her door, "Miss Phoebe Kreacher has breakfast for you?"

"Come in," she said, sniffing up as she wiped her face with the sleeve of her jumper, the elf rested the try on her table.

"Don't cry Miss Phoebe," he pleaded, resting his hand on her shoulder

"Why can't I take you with me?" she asked, as she lay curled up in her bed.

"Miss Phoebe, Kreacher would gladly go to Hogwarts with you, but Kreacher's place is here," the elf reached into his small pocket, he held her hand placing a small ring in the palm of her hand.

"What is it?"

"I made these for your father when he was a boy, and he was scared, I now make them for you kids, you are not alone, you only need to call,"

"Thank you, does Rhea get one?"

"You all will, once you leave, Kreacher must help Miss Aimee," she smiled at him as he left her she vaguely remembered seeing something like this before, though the memory wasn't clear enough.

Her mother had planned a ball to give the girls a send-off before the day came that they would head to King's Cross Station. She and Laura managed to convince Rhea to wear a dress for the party she agreed on the grounds that she could wear leggings underneath.

She sat in the far corner of the room, watching as the guest made their way through the hall into the ballroom. She spotted, her younger brother and the Potter's son, being incredibly rude to a boy their age, she gathered the courage to go over and put a stop to their taunting. As she walked across the ballroom she bumped into an older wizard.

"Rosier, I know we've had our differences," Sirius stated

"That's an understatement," he muttered

"I'm trying to thank you,"

"Don't we both know I didn't do it for you,"

"Are you alright?" he asked, offering a kind smile, she nodded her head, "sorry, forgive me for staring you look just like your mother did I met her,"

"I get that a lot," she said quickly, hurrying away from him, up to her room, the tension between the wizard and her father was high, they didn't like each and she could see that both in vision and in person.

"Phoebe," her mother said, halting her steps, "Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I just need to go to and write in my journal," Aimee understood allowing her to go upstairs.

She never returned to the party staying in her room, when she heard everything leave and her siblings and cousins retreat to their bedrooms. Once she heard Ethan reach his bedroom she crept out of bed, she lightly opened the door, climbing in bed with him.

"Can I stay with you?"

"Yeah," he mumbled half asleep.

"Will you stay awake until I fall asleep?" he nodded, wrapping his arms around her trying to comfort her the best he could.

"Ethan, I'm scared of going to Hogwarts,"

"You don't have to be, I'll be there with you, so will Rhea and Laura,"

"What if people pick on me because I'm different,"

"Then they'll have to go through me first,"

She lightly nodded her head, falling asleep quickly. Phoebe knew that she would have her sister Rhea and two cousins, with her at Hogwarts, surely one of them would be in the same house as her. She just had one fear that they wouldn't be there for her when she most needed them.