Grimmauld place was every bit as dank and musty as she expected. The hallway was the most unwelcoming sight, and at first she had wondered if she had the right place. Currently, she was seriously questioning her decision to spend the remainder of her holidays here, but after her father had gone MIA, and mother was at a 'Wellness Retreat', which was really meant she was overwhelmed and didn't want to talk to anyone, she felt safer being here. Especially since Kalen would be joining her. Hayden had opted for spending a month in the South of France with his old friends from Beaxbatons, and Summer felt relieved that he would be distanced from the house for a while, and hopefully spending time outdoors.

"Summer." A voice snapped her from her disdainful observations of the decorations.

"Oh, Fred. Hi!" They both leaned forward for a hug, but a little awkwardly, so that they ended up bumping into each other, consequentially muttering scattered apologies. Summer hoped that no one had witnessed the atrocious greeting, as they stood waiting for the others to reach the room that the narrow corridor opened up to- purposefully avoiding each other's eye line. Summer was wringing out her hands and pretending to be invested in a painting on the wall, so old, that there was a thick layer of dust coating the glass of the frame.

Kalen was the first, then a few other wizards that Summer recognised followed closely behind. After greeting them all, she pulled her brother aside.

"What's this group they're all in? Please tell me you're not in it, it sounds risky Kalen."

"It's called the Order. And yeah, I am, thought I ought to be doing something to help, especially if..." he shuddered almost unnoticeably, "You-Know-Who's really back," he said, in a whisper.

"Why didn't you tell me? I want to join too then!" Summer moaned as she followed after her brother into the kitchen. He laughed.

"No way, it's way too dangerous, you're not joining."

"But I'm of age!"

"No. I made a vow to myself to keep you safe, and that's exactly what I'm going to do."

"I want to help, please."

"I don't think that's the best idea Sum,"

"Kalen. All I've done so far is witness all these bad things happen around me, with no power to stop them or help anyone. I can't do it anymore." Her brother nodded and glanced at the door before answering.

"I know, okay? We can think about it next year, but right now, I'm going to do that. For you. Nothing bad will happen this year, alright? Just focus on your last year of school, it's important."

Summer huffed out a large breath. "Fine. But I'm not happy about it. Be careful, please." She paused, deciding whether to bring up their other brother, she didn't want to forget to talk to Kalen about his recent behaviour. He watched her expectantly, so she spoke quickly. "Also there's something I need to tell you, it's about Hayden-" But before she could explain, the door swung open, and a man easily recognised from his startling pictures in the Daily Prophet walked in. Summer screamed and grabbed a saucepan from a work surface, holding it out defensively in front of her.

"Sirius! Sirius Black! Kalen run!" But to Summer's utter confusion, Kalen didn't move at all, in fact, he was laughing.

"He's innocent Summer, I promise he's completely safe. It seems there's a lot you need to catch up on," he smirked over to the dark haired wizard, who had his hand cautiously extended to Summer. She dropped the pan back on the surface, and hesitantly stepped over to shake it.

"It's a pleasure to meet you. Molly asked if we could use my old family home for The Order's headquarters. I obliged, however I know it is not in...optimal condition," his previous tight lipped expression softened into a smile and Summer tried her best to smile back, and look like she wasn't still frozen in fear. He turned to face her brother now.

"I just came to tell you that the meeting is about to begin." Kalen nodded, and with a wink and a turn, Sirius had left. Summer wheeled around and smacked her Kalen on the arm.

"A heads up would've been nice!" She yelled at him.

"You're right, sorry. I reacted the same way when I found out too, but seriously, a saucepan? You have a wand, Sum," he raised an eyebrow at her.

"I panicked, okay? I forgot I...had a wand," she mumbled the last part so quietly that it was practically indistinguishable.

"What was that? You forgot you had a what? A wand?" Kalen sniggered and slapped his knee in over exaggeration. Summer's face turned red and she slapped him again, which only made him continue.
"Forgot you had a wand, amazing," he continued to laugh and laugh until Summer left the room with a loud slam of the door.

Later that evening, the large group were crowded around the bustling table. It was rather cramped, as extra chairs had been squished in, and Summer was currently on a rickety chair that was precariously balanced on a wobbly piece stone flooring- in between Ginny and Fred. The Order were discussing the matter of retrieving Harry, or 'rescuing' as Ron put it. Summer had no idea about these 'Dursley' people, but they sounded terrible. The plan was simply being consolidated, as it had been thought out in an earlier meeting. She had been tuning out the conversation after hearing all the most important details, but began listening again after Ginny almost fell off her chair, causing the twins to laugh, and the attention was back on Lupin, who seemed to have been talking.

"Dung's pulled out last minute, so we just need one more person, but I don't know who we can trust, it'a too risky to use anyone from the ministry, or any friends outside this table." Summer shot up.

"I can do it! I'm good on a broom, I'm on the quidditch team."

"So are we," the twins said in unison, looking disgruntled.

"Thank you, but no, that will not be necessary."

"Yeah, bad idea Sum."

"Why can't I go! Guys come on! I'm of age!"

"Hey, so are we," The twins repeated.

"What would your mother say dear?" Mrs Weasley took a hand in hers and waited for her answer.

"I don't know..." Summer suddenly recoiled at the question, in realisation that "She probably wouldn't care if I did or didn't." She hadn't mean for her tone to sound so sad and defeated, the expected glances of sympathy ensued, and she tried to ignore them. Kalen had begun playing with the thick rings on his fingers- swivelling them around, taking them off and then replacing them.

"Well I'm sure she'd rather you stay here, nice and safe."

"Kalen, you're as much as a guardian stand in as I have right now, let me do it? Please?" Her brother looked entirely conflicted as his eyes darted from each person to another, as if he were calculating something in his mind.

"I mean..."

"Yes?"

"Well, I'd rather you not, but I guess this is a good a way as any to improve your skills and experience."

"Yes, yes, yes! Don't worry, I'm not going to let anyone down- especially Harry." Everyone glanced at each other nervously, and the twins began an uproar.

"That's ridiculous!"

"So unfair!"

"We're bloody older than her, let us come too, for extra protection." Mad Eye snorted from his chair in the far corner. However Mrs Weasley stood her ground firmly.

"That's enough! You will do as I say, and I say no! Now upstairs, the lot of you!" Summer stood up a little too fast, with this new feeling of excitement, productivity. She was going to help the Order, and hopefully prove to them, and Kalen, that she would indeed be a useful member after all.

Upon preparing for the surely turbulent night ahead, Summer opted for some sporty leggings, and a tank top. She took her wand and began down the stairs, only to be pulled aside on the first floor landing.

"Be careful out there, okay?" whispered Fred.

"Don't worry, Kalen's already given me the health and safety talk," she patted him on the shoulder and spun around to move past him when he grabbed her hand and pulled her back towards him. She wrapped her arms around his middle and squeezed him tight.

"Is that what you wanted? A farewell hug?" She spoke into his chest- so that it came out muffled. He chuckled and placed a hand on the back of her head.
"Something like that..." His hand moved down to the small of her back, and he suddenly pulled away.

"Summer, you're going to be freezing!" He gestured to her bare arms but she merely shrugged.

"It's summer, the evenings aren't that cold."

"Yeah but you're going to be flying, the wind is gonna be freezing." He began taking off his own sweatshirt and passed it to her.

"Yeah you're right, thanks," she took it graciously and slipped it on- it came halfway down her thighs but she didn't mind. "See, it's kind of like you're coming with me anyway," she stood on her tip toes and planted a gentle kiss on his cheek, and this time he let her descend the stairs, not taking his eyes off of her until she was out of sight.

So far everything had gone to plan. The Order, plus Summer had left Surrey, and were now swooping low over the River Thames. She was thankful that she had listened to Fred, as the wind whipped at her face more than it ever had in Quidditch. It felt like the hard part was over, and she was actually starting to enjoy this mission, or whatever it was called. Kalen was in front of her, with Tonks behind, this worried her slightly, as she knew how clumsy this woman was after only spending days around her.

They were just about to leave the river to go back into the city, when the feared thing happened. It was such a quick mal-movement from someone next to her, that she didn't realise that she was falling off of her broom until the water was inches beneath her. She heard Moody yell something, leading to two flyers she couldn't make out promptly stop, whilst the rest carried on. Surprisingly for the season, the water was icy cold, and not to mention the smell. She was submerged, fighting against the strong current- fingers still clasped tightly around her broom. Until she was rising upwards, above the surface of the water.

Everything inside her wanted to freak out, but she trusted at least one of the people with their wands aimed at her. Her broom was useless, soaked and falling apart, so her brother managed to get her close enough to pull her onto his broom. She held onto him as if her life depended on it- shaking from the cold of the river, coupled with the cool wind.
"I'm so sorry about that Summer! I wasn't focused, totally my bad!" Tonks flew over and tried to comfort the girl, who was having none of it.
"Well it wasn't my bad," she muttered, and coldly shrugged off her apologies, and the three of them headed back towards Grimmauld Place, which was thankfully only a few minutes away now.

When they got inside, Kalen rubbed her shoulders and led her towards the fire. Everyone was still greeting Harry, but when she arrived, their attention was swayed to her small, dripping wet frame.

"Oh dear sweetie! Moody told us you'd be a bit late. Here, warm up by the fire," Molly took a quilted pillow and placed it on the stone floor for comfort.
"Thanks," she flopped down, ignoring the stares she was receiving.
"Guys it was totally my fault, I knocked her off- it was just an accident," Tonks turned the attention back to the rest of the Order, and despite what had just happened, Summer felt grateful to her. She was already embarrassed enough without everyone thinking the accident was solely her fault. Just then, Fred, Hermione, Harry and Ron came back in the room from some sort of private meeting they were having- but where was George?

When Fred caught sight of Summer shivering by the fire, he rushed over, wrapping his arms around her. She leaned back into them- letting his hands rest over her chest, and looked up at him, although all she could see was his chin- until he looked down. His expression was enough to make all her feelings come pouring out, but she bit her lip to contain herself.

"I can't believe you got my jumper wet!" He said playfully, but Summer only frowned. Sensing the mood, he asked more seriously "What happened Sum?"

"I failed... On the first and easiest thing I could have done with the Order!"

"You didn't fail, Summer, like Tonks said, it's her fault, not yours- everyone knows that."

"Yet I'm the one soaking wet! Funny how that works isn't it."

Fred opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by Harry, Hermione and Ron crouching next to them by the flames.

"Oh hey guys," she said forlornly, and Hermione picked up on this, placing an arm on her shoulder.

"Don't worry Summer, tomorrow everything will feel much better." She nodded, and stood up abruptly, startling Fred, who quickly moved out the way, revealing the large wet stain on the front of his clothes.

"You're right, I should go and dry off."

"Yeah, me too," Fred laughed whilst studying his soaked through shirt.

"Hey, Summer," Ron's voice stopped her as she was near the door.

"Yeah?"

"If it's any consolation, I think it was pretty badass."
Summer laughed lightly and shook her head.
"Thank you Ron," she said poignantly, a smile still on her face. That realisation made the situation feel better already.

She returned, sopping wet, and as the rest of the Order stayed in the kitchen, Summer trudged upstairs, dripping water everywhere. She was about to reach the bathroom, when George appeared from the nearby bedroom.

"Summer! How was it?" He placed a hand on her shoulder. She shrugged.

"I'm tired, and wet. I'm just gonna shower."

"Alright, well, I'll leave you to it, I should probably say hi to Harry anyway," he gave her a small nod and headed towards the stairs. Summer proceeded to remove all her soaked clothes, and felt relieved as the warm water hit her skin. When she had finished, she grabbed a towel from the cupboard- brushed the cobwebs from it- and grabbed her clothes before leaving. On her way back to her bedroom, she bumped into someone coming around a corner, and yelped as her towel came extremely close to falling down.

"Oh, sorry!" Harry exclaimed- his cheeks reddening. Fred and George arrived behind him, and laughed.

"Oi Potter, stay away from my girl," Fred held a fist up in mock menacacing manner, and Summer took a moment to process what Fred had just called her. She covered her smile by pretending to scratch her mouth.

"Oh, your girl, huh?" George butted in, it seemed he too had picked up on this.

"Shut up," Fred muttered as he took Summers shoulders and guided her away from George, towards the bedroom she was currently sharing with Ginny and Hermione.  As soon as they were both through the door, he shut it quickly behind them. In one swift motion, he flipped Summer around so that she was against the wall, one of his hands held her waist, the other was pushing back the strands of hair falling over her face. Summer felt as though her breath had been knocked suddenly out of her, and had to stop herself gasping when Fred moved closer, she could practically feel his breath against her skin, the back of her neck tingled, and she was sure there must be goosebumps.

Fred paused, he looked unsure about whether he should pursue, so Summer gave him a little nod of encouragement, swinging her arm around his neck, just as the door opened. The two flew away from each other, as if they were magnets of the polar opposite. A smug looking Ginny walked into the room.

"Knew you two were up to something. Thought you'd go at it in our room did you?" She looked especially at Summer when she said this. She glanced to Fred for help, but he was just sitting on the edge of her bed, covering his obvious laughter with a hand to his mouth.
"Fred!" She smacked him with a nearby pillow over the head, and turned her attention back to Ginny.

"Sorry, Ginny. Um... Won't happen again."

Fred coughed and Summer shot him a look, leading him to clear his throat and proceed to speak.
"Yeah, uh sorry." Ginny lay down and opened a book, and Fred and Summer took this as a sign to get out of there. They were out in the hallway, when Summer turned to Fred- a panic stricken look on her face.

"I'm still in my towel, oh no! This house is full of people!" She held the material even closer to her skin, and Fred held her close to him, rubbing her back a little.

"Don't worry, you can just borrow some of mine until Ginny decides to take the stick out of her arse," she chuckled at this odd sentence, but shrugged it off, and pushed open the door to Fred and George's room. Thankfully, it was empty, and Fred swiftly moved over to the chest of drawers, and pulled some stuff out.

"Boxers, andddd... sweatshirt."

"What? You don't have any spare bras?" Summer opened her mouth wide and shook her head.

"Unfortunately no, I'm wearing my only one right now," he pretended to massage his chest, earning a giggle from Summer.

"Alright, close your eyes." Summer was sitting on Fred's bed, and he was still standing next to the dresser near the door.  She was about to drop the towel when she realised Fred heading towards her, pretending to stumble around as if he couldn't see, then proceeded to fall onto the bed, face up.

"I said close you eyes!"

"My eyes are closed!" He turned to face her to prove it. Summer also turned her head, and realised two things: his eyes were in fact still closed, and that their faces were millimetres apart. She thought about moving away, but knew that he had already felt her breath on his face.

His hand reached up towards hers- cupping her cheek- his thumb found her lips, running it over them, and she watched as his curled into a small smile.

"You can open your eyes now." Her heart almost skipped a beat as she watched them flutter open, watch her face for a moment, and suddenly, his thumb had moved back to her cheek, and his lips were on hers. She threw a hand around to the back of his head, and their mouths moved together in synch. Fred rolled over so that he now knelt over her body, one hand grabbing her waist. Summer was still worried about her towel coming open, and everytime his hand shifted the fabric, she quickly used a hand to retighten it again.

"Sorry, forgot you were wearing that." He moved his hand back onto the bed, and pushed himself back up to standing.

"No! It's okay, come back," Summer jutted out her bottom lip, and Fred was just about to get back on the bed, when a door opened, and Kalen came in.

"Can you knock?!" Summer held her knees to her chest, and Fred put his hands behind his back.

"It's my room too," he rolled his eyes, and began rummaging in a leather duffel bag near a bed in the far side of the room. "Anyway, you both should be getting ready, Hogwarts tomorrow morning, remember?"

"Shit! I have none of my school stuff here, I need to go home and come back." Summer had completely lost track of the days, and ran out of the room so quickly, that Fred only had to blink before she was out of sight.

"That's Summer for you," Kalen laughed, as he swung the bag over his shoulder, and stopped at the door when he saw Fred's face. "Don't worry, I'm sure she'll say goodbye, even if you're seeing each other tomorrow."