Author's note: Would just like to say that if you have ended up here reading this, thank you so much and I hope you enjoy this fic. Just a word of caution however that you may have to be a bit patient for the Dramione scenes and stuff like that to come up as this is a drama/thriller story as well as a romance one. Also, this is sort of set in a parallel universe, so some character's haven't died and there may be some new characters as well. Set after Deathly Hallows. Happy reading, and please review!

He held on to her, not letting go...

"You don't deserve to live, you're dirt, an inferior birth and bad blood!" he kept on growling, making his grasp even tighter. Tears started to spill over the girl's face, as she tried get out of his grasp but no, he was too strong...

Why? she thought as she took her final breaths... Why?

The Burrow - End of August

It was sunset and in the grassy plains that surrounded the burrow, an eager owl was flying across towards the window where Ginny Weasley was in the process of washing up the evening dishes. As Ginny glanced up lazily, her heart missed a beat as Errol smacked into the window right in front of her, as he often did.

"Silly owl," said Ginny silently as Fred and George came into the kitchen, wondering what the sudden noise was about.

Errol, by this time, had managed to get up and squeeze past the window which had been left slightly ajar. Ginny noticed many letters in his beak and frowned at the blank letter which lay at the very top. As she took the letters from Errol, she noticed that it had no Hogwarts mark on it, so it definitely wasn't from school...

"Oi!" said Ginny, as Fred stole the letter from her, having sneakily crept up from behind.

"Oooh! I wonder who it's from!" said George mockingly, as he blocked her beside the kitchen table; preventing her from chasing after Fred.

"That's NONE of your business!" shouted Ginny, just as Mrs Weasley entered the room.

"Will you stop making so much noise, I'm trying to concentrate on your robes!" She was clearly irritated from being interrupted.

"What?" said Fred and George simultaneously.

But Mrs Weasley was too preoccupied, specifically in attempting to unstitch a Gryffindor badge from the robe in her hand, so she ignored them. The robe looked disastrous, with a lot of it's red threading having been pulled out.

"Honestly...Don't they realize how hard it is to unstitch these blasted things..." muttered Mrs Weasley, as she began to turn away, back to the living room.

"Mum! What the HELL are you doing?" said Fred horrified, as Ginny grabbed the chance and snatched her letter away from his hand.

"I haven't even had a chance to see who it's from!" explained Ginny, as she sat down at the table and began to open her letter.

"Never mind that!" said Fred and George, clearly preoccupied in seeing their mother destroying clothes, rather than repairing them, the latter of which was a common sight of Mrs Weasley.

"Oh my god!" said Ginny, clearly shocked, causing the twins attention and their mother's back to her.

"What is it?" said George with a certain urgency. It was rare to see Ginny upset.

"It's from Neville... Saying that-"

But George snatched the letter away and began to read, ad soon Fred was right behind him.

They re-sighted:

Dear Ginny,

It's absolutely ridiculous!

Perhaps they've lost their minds but anyhow I suppose we have no choice but to do it. I can't believe we have to be sorted again. What are they thinking? Do they not trust the students anymore?

Thanks by the way for the Mandrake silencing potion book; it was really helpful. Speaking of which, I think I've decided on my career now. I was pondering over it for a long time but I've finally decided on what to do with my life. I want to become a Herbology teacher, even if Gran's against it. She's always (as you know) wanted me to become an Auror like my parents, but I just don't think I fit the criteria. I learned from Harry to stick up to what you believe in, no matter what other people think.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy your last week of the holiday and see you soon.

Neville

P.S. Meet me at cabin 24 at Kings Cross, Luna and Seamus will be there too.

"Well, sounds like a good career to me; the Ministry is all over the place as it is so-"

"Never mind that!" said George with annoyance, but upon looking at his mother's angry face and crossed arms mumbled,

"Although congrats to Neville..."

"What on earth is he talking about in the beginning?" said Ginny.

Mrs Weasley sighed. She was just about to get to before being interrupted...

Just as she opened her mouth to speak, another owl came flying through the kitchen window.

"There's two letters," said Fred, as he placed coins into the pocket tied to the owl's feet, and took the letters.

"From Hogwarts..." he muttered.

"Funny isn't it?" said George.

"Why?" asked Ginny.

"You shouldn't have any letters from school. You don't need any extra books or equipment as such for seventh year..." said Fred, as he passed her letter to her.

It was at this point that Ron entered the room, panting, with his quidditch gear on.

"Well, I think I flew pretty well today..." he said proudly, but no one was listening. George threw a letter at Ron. He caught it, and glanced at the Hogwarts seal before sitting down by the kitchen table. By now everyone had sat down and began to open their letters.

Mrs Weasley, who was the last one standing, folded her arms before saying,

"It's all there... Well, no everything. Only someone from the Order can tell you the exact reason behind their odd behavior..." she said, in a much darker tone than she had used previously.

They were lucky enough to conveniently sitting quite close to a member of the Order of the Phoenix .