The next DA meeting was focusing on shield charms again. The group were all getting quite good at them and Harry commended all of them, especially Neville when his shield charm made Hermione's stunning spell throw both Hermione and Ron off balance.

The room began to empty, and Fred bade Calliope goodnight, but Calliope had spotted a new picture on the noticeboard beside the list of the names of the DA members and the photograph of Cedric Diggory. This new picture looked much older, there was a large group of people of all ages, and upon spotting Dumbledore in the middle of the picture Calliope realised this must be the Order of the Pheonix from the first wizarding war.

Calliope stood staring at the picture. Isaac Doge stood with Remus on one side of him and Elphias on the other. Isaac's arm was around Remus, as the two young men smiled up out of the picture. Elphias still looked old, but not quite so tired as he too beamed up out of the picture, shooting looks at his son and Remus and laughing at something that Dumbledore (who was beside him) murmured in his ear.

"They all look so happy," said Harry, following her gaze to look at the picture, Harry's parents also smiled up from the image, Sirius stood beside them.

Calliope gave a small smiled, wrapping her arms around herself, "I can't help but think I ruined his life," she confessed, "my Papa I mean if I had never been born then he would never have died."

"Yeah," Harry replied awkwardly, "I've had the same thoughts about my parents, Voldemort only came after them because he wanted me. If I had never been born then maybe..."

"The only two Marauders who died, and it was all their children's fault," sighed Calliope, "children really did ruin their lives."

Harry didn't respond, he simply stared at the picture. He was not as accustomed to talking about death as Calliope was, despite the fact that he himself had witnessed more death than the rest of the DA put together. Calliope understood death more than anyone else, but that didn't mean she liked it or even understood why the best people were always the first to die. Isaac, Lily and James were proof of this.

"Sleep well Harry," Calliope said, before turning and exiting the room, leaving Harry alone with his thoughts.

Calliope walked slowly back towards the Hufflepuff common room. It was only eight-thirty and sixth and seven years were allowed to be out of the common rooms until ten. She loved walking the corridors when it was dark as it allowed her to properly listen to what the whispers were telling her. For once they were quiet as she walked down towards the basement, with thoughts of her dead father running through her head.

"Screamer," Calliope was pulled out of her thoughts when a jolt of electricity shot through her, letting her know that Fred had just grabbed her arm, she turned to see Fred with a concerned look on his face, "are you okay?"

Calliope was still not used to Fred being able to feel her emotions, so it took her a few moments to work out that he must've felt the pang of sadness that she felt when she saw her father in that photograph. It also took her a few moments to identify that the overwhelming feeling of love that flooded over her was coming from Fred.

"Yes, I'm fine," Calliope responded, "I was just talking with Harry."

"And why did that make you so sad?" Fred asked.

"Because we were talking about my Papa and his parents," said Calliope.

"Oh."

"It's nothing for you to worry about Fred, honestly, I just miss him sometimes," Calliope told him.

Fred looked at his feet, at a loss of what he should say in response to that.

"It's okay," Calliope assured him, "you don't need to say anything. No one can understand what it's like to lose a parent until it happens to them, and I hope that it never happens to you," Calliope took Fred's hands in hers, "I'm not going to let it happen to you."

Fred looked up from the floor, making eye contact with Calliope, electricity danced through both of their bodies from where their hands were touching. Neither of them spoke, Calliope was even afraid to breathe.

Fred took it upon himself to close the distance between them and he kissed her. This caught Calliope off guard as electricity surged through her body, and she found herself kissing Fred back. And then it didn't feel surprising or new, it felt right as if she had kissed Fred a thousand times.

Neither of them wanted to break apart, but they were interrupted by a small cough, they broke apart to see Umbridge stood there with a smile on her face. Fred's arms remained wrapped around Calliope's waist, and Calliope's right hand on Fred's chest, whilst her left hand held the back of his neck.

"Miss Doge, Mr Weasley, you are currently in direct violation of Educational Decree Number Thirty-One," said Umbridge.

"And..." Fred blinked at her.

"And I will see you both in detention tomorrow night," Umbridge smiled, and gave a little giggle, before turning on her heel and walking away, "bedtime I think," she told them before she rounded the corner and was gone.

They turned back to look at each other.

"What's Educational Decree Number Thirty-One?" Fred asked.

"Boys and girls can't be within eight inches of each other," said Calliope, "clearly we're closer than eight inches."

"Oh well, it's totally worth it," said Fred with his troublemaker grin, before he leaned in and kissed her again.