"Your father said that per Dumbeldore's request, you're supposed to try at least once every night before you go to bed," Mr. Weasley pointed out, "More if you can."

"Oh, come on," Abigail muttered as she wandered over to the couch, "You two really got the short end of the stick, you know. It's quite boring watching me try and fail to get into his head."

"You three," she spoke to the night shift auror's, "You know the drill." They then sauntered out of the room to make themselves busy elsewhere.

"Ron, Hermione, Harry," Mrs. Weasley spoke up, "You should head to bed. Let her have sp-"

"No," Abigail interrupted. "Sorry, I mean...It's better if I have people I know in the room. I tend to relax more."

Mrs. Weasley nodded and the three of them took a seat in different chairs as Abigail laid down on the couch.

She closed her eyes and folded her hands over her stomach as she took a deep breath. In...out...in...out. She did what she always did and thought about Voldemort. Where he may be, what he may be feeling and...Nothing.

Abigail turned to Mr. and Mrs. Weasley with a sigh, "I got nothing."

"Just try one more time and we can call it for the night," Mr. Weasley suggested and Abigail nodded, settling back down.

"Wait," Hermione spoke up and everyone faced her. "When you usually go into someone else's mind, you know them or have some connection to them right?" Abigail nodded in confusion, not following what she was suggesting, "Well, theoretically speaking, couldn't you just do it through Harry? Use his connection to Voldemort to get inside his brain since you can't do it without that connection?"

"Theoretically, yes," Abigail answered.

"I suppose there is no hurt in trying," Mr. Weasley concluded, "Harry, if you would..."

Harry stood up and walked over to the couch Abigail was at. He knelt down beside her and took her hand. She turned to look at him and whispered, "This is weird."

"We've been through weirder," he pointed out and she nodded in agreement.

She held onto Harry's hand and focused all her energy onto the connection between Harry and Voldemort through the scar. In...out...in...out... Where are you? she thought to herself, What are you up to? She felt herself tense and she squeezed Harry's hand unintentionally as her eyes shot open and the Burrow's roof became an entirely different setting in and of itself.

"She's been out for awhile," Ron observed warily, "She's okay, isn't she?"

"She's fine," Mr. Weasley nodded. "This is to be expected if she actually did manage to get into his head. It would have drained her greatly."

"You should all head on to bed," Mrs. Weasley suggested. "There's nothing you can do for her right now."

Hermione and Ron nodded before exiting the room and heading up the stairs.

"I'd like to stay with her," Harry requested, "If that's all right."

Mrs. Weasley nodded before she informed Mr. Weasley that she too was heading to bed and that he should send the auror's back in and head to bed as well.

"Here," Mr. Weasley said as he pushed a cushioned chair over for Harry to sit it, "That ought to be more comfortable."

"Thank you, Mr. Weasley," Harry smiled in appreciation.

"I'll send the others in but I'll see you in the morning," he explained and Harry nodded.

Harry looked down at the girl who remained asleep, her expression peaceful and far different from her usual guarded one.

Her eyes fluttered open after some time and she looked at Harry who had his head in his hands. "Are you okay?"

Harry looked up at the girl and smiled, "You're awake."

"I believe so," she nodded as she sat up, "How long was I out for?"

"A few hours, I think," he replied, "I'm not entirely sure."

"Have you been sitting there the whole time?" she inquired, "That must have been uncomfortable."

He shrugged, "It could have been worse."

She grabbed his hand and pulled him toward her but he eyed the auror's warily, "Oh, ignore them. I'm convinced they don't know how to talk." Harry rolled his eyes before allowing the girl to pull him forward and place him onto the couch next to her.

"So?" he inquired.

"He has Ollivander," she explained with a frown, "He's making him make Pettigrew a wand but I'm almost certain that he has more in store for him."

"So you did it?" She nodded slowly and he eyed her curiously, "What's wrong?"

"It's just...when I was...well, when I was him...I could feel everything he felt. I thought everything he thought and...it was awful," she explained, "I don't think I can do it again."

"I'll be right there with you," he stated as he took her hand, "You won't be alone."

She nodded before pulling her feet up onto the couch and tucking her feet under herself. Harry placed an arm over her shoulders and she moved closer to him.

"I wish we could just stay like this forever," Abigail muttered as she shifted slightly to rest her head on Harry's chest. "I don't want anything to change."

He pulled her closer to him and placed a gentle kiss on her head, "Me too."

"Breakfast!" Mrs. Weasley exclaimed and Abigail jumped, hitting her head on Harry's chin, successfully waking him up as well.

"Sorry," she mumbled as she rubbed her head and Harry did the same to his chin. They both stood up from the couch and walked into the kitchen where everyone had gathered for food.

Abigail looked around the room until her eyes landed on a slightly familiar blonde. She looked up at Harry, "Is that..."

He nodded as they took a seat and he whispered, "Her and Bill are getting married."

"Oh, that's...wonderful."

"More like awful," Ginny whispered quietly so that the girl wouldn't hear her. "She'll drive you crazy in no time."

Fleur had left something in the other room and she got up from the table.

"It happened last time too," Mrs. Weasley explained, "Couples got eloped or engaged because they thought it was the end of times."

Abigail turned to Harry with a pointed look as she spoke in a mostly joking manner, "Let me make one thing clear...I am too young to be married."

Harry laughed at this, "Good to know."

"Oh, Abigail," Hermione spoke up, "I never got the chance to ask but how did you do on your O.W.L.s?"

"Passed them all," she replied, "Six O's and three E's. You?"

"Ten O's and one E in Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"What did you get for Potions?" Harry asked.

"An O."

"Well at least Hermione won't be alone in the class then," Ron pointed out.

"What are you talking about?"

"Harry and I only got E's."

"So?"

"So, we needed an O to get into the N.E.W.T level class."

"Oh," Abigail frowned, "I guess I just figured with the new Potions teacher, they would have been less strict. Guess not." She looked up from her plate when she realized everyone was staring at her, "What now?"

"There is no new potions teacher," Hermione pointed out.

"Yes there is," she countered, "Professor Slughorn. Snape is the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher."

Ron and Hermione turned to Harry and Ron spoke up, "You told us Slughorn was the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher!"

"Well, I thought he was," Harry replied defensively, "I had no idea Snape would be moved."

Abigail shook her head, "It was bound to happen at some point, wasn't it?" She looked around at the other three, "Maybe he'll be better at a job he actually wants." The looks on their faces told her that it made no difference, "Yeah, okay. Nevermind."

Ron stabbed at his breakfast, "Anything else you'd like to ruin for us?"

"It's not my fault," Abigail pointed out, "I mean if you'd prefer Umbridge, I'm sure you could appeal to the ministry."

Ron narrowed his eyes at the girl who simply flashed a faux smile before returning to her food that she suddenly no longer had the appetite for. "I didn't know you guys didn't know," she explained. "I thought it was common knowledge. I'm still working on trying to sort through what I'm supposed to know and what I'm not supposed to know. It kind of all molds together up there."

"It's alright," Ron shook his head, "It's just awful that Snape is going to ruin the best class."

"Maybe I'm wrong this time," she suggested, "It's bound to happen at some point, right? Why not now?" The three of them shot the girl a look and she nodded, "I know, I know."

They all spent the majority of that day re-packing for Hogwarts. They didn't leave for another two days but Mrs. Weasley had been hounding them to get it done.

"Did you manage to do it?" Hermione inquired as the girls gathered their things.

Abigail nodded, "Dumbledore said since I managed to do it I can wait to try again until he's there."

"So you get a break?" Ginny asked.

"If you could call it that," she shrugged, "I still have other things I have to practice."

"Like what?"

'Like this,' Ginny's head snapped up and she stared at the girl who she was almost certain had not opened her mouth. "How?"

"They're not sure," she shrugged, "But theoretically speaking, it's entirely possible that I can build on the 'talent' and do more with it."

"Doesn't it get a little tiring?"

"It does but it's worth it if it means as much of us as we can make it out alive."

Ginny frowned before she faced her luggage and zipped it up. "I'm sorry, I didn't-" she frowned, "My father told me I need to work on filtering what I say recently. I guess with all the stuff I store in my head, I let things that I normally never would say slip out. I'm not very good at compartmentalizing."

"You're right though," Ginny countered, "I mean people are going to die, might as well accept it, right?"