A small orchestra is set up on the stage playing an array of beautiful musical scores as the students enter the Great Hall. It's richly decorated tonight, with lighted pumpkins floating by the ceiling and colorful hues playing off the marble floor. People laugh loudly and spin each other around the marvelous dance floor with ease and a carefree attitude that's only achieved in youth. Across the two pillars, by the main doors, hangs a banner that says 'Hogwarts Halloween Ball 1943.'

Tom Riddle stands against a far wall surrounded by his usual gang of followers. None of them are dressed up. They all wear black and he ignores their very presence with a practiced air of superiority. They aren't his friends. They could be called his trusted servants, if you will. His arms are crossed over his lean body and his handsome face is impassive, cold stone, but something flickers in his dark blue eyes as he watches one couple on the dance floor.

She's wearing a beautiful white, cap-sleeved dress that twirls around her body as her handsome date spins her across the floor. Gauzy, sparkling material make up her fairy wings and a delicate silver mask sits along her small, pale nose. Dark blue eyes narrow as her date runs his fingers through her red hair that cascades down her back in loose curls. She smiles and Tom Riddle scowls.

"Now is the time for our Head Boy and Head Girl to lead us in a dance." Says headmaster Dippet from behind the podium located on the stage. Professor Dumledore is beside him, smiling down at the young couples with a twinkle in his eye.

Tom pushes himself off the wall and makes his way over to the girl dressed in white. "Isabel." He greets her and takes her hand, leading her into the middle of the crowd to begin the dance.

Anyone who was watching closely might notice the small hint of fear in her eyes. The dance is slow and Tom brings her close, gripping her much too tightly.

"I see you came with that idiot Hufflepuff." He sneers in her ear so no one else can hear it.

"Yes, I did." She answers.

It is strange watching them. They look like total opposites. He's dressed totally in black with his silky dark hair combed perfectly in place. She's dressed in white, hair wild and looking totally innocent. They dance beautifully together. They look beautiful together, even with their differences.

"I told you not to." He hisses.

"You can't tell me what to do, Tom."

He smirks evilly at her and she shivers. "I think you will find that I can." He brings his head down so that it's close to her ear. "You shouldn't have disobeyed me."

Her face is flushed and if he wasn't holding on so tight to her, you would be able to tell she's shaking. "I love him." she whispers and drops her head like she just sent herself to the gallows.

Tom pulls back and studies her face with a calm fury in his eyes. "We'll see about that."

The memory becomes smoky and the images start to swirl.

Finally the Great Hall comes into focus again. Only this time all of the lively people are gone. Two bodies lie in the center of the large room surrounded by streamers and confetti. One is the handsome Hufflepuff boy. He has his wand gripped in his hand and a look of shock on his dead face. The other is the red headed girl named Isabel. Her wings are torn but her face looks calm, like she's sleeping. Around her neck is a thick silver locket with an intricate S carved into it. Professor Dumbledore finds them this way. Their funerals are held the next day.

X

Harry and Hermione are pulled out of the pensive and are back in Ron's bed room at the Burrow. Said owner of the room is sitting on the bed watching them anxiously.

"Well?" questions Ron impatiently, "What was it? What did Dumbledore want us to see?"

"That was sad." Mumbles Hermione to herself as they walk towards Ron.

"I don't know." Says Harry as he takes a seat beside his friend. "It was weird. Some kind of Halloween ball at Hogwarts…. Voldemort was there, only he was younger. He obviously killed those two people but I don't know how that's supposed to help us."

"Honestly Harry," snaps Hermione as she wipes her moist eyes with the back of her sleeve. "Isn't it obvious?"

Harry gives her a look that means it must not be. She sighs loudly and looks to the pensive again. "She wasn't wearing a locket at the ball but when she was found she was wearing one. I think it was Slytherin's locket."

"Does that mean what I think it does then?" Asks Harry solemnly.

Hermione nods her head sadly. "It must be buried with her. We have to find out who she is."

"Why'd he kill her and who is she?" asks a very confused Ron.

Harry takes off his glasses and rubs his eyes. "It must have been his girlfriend or something…. Her name was Isabel."

"She looked a lot like Ginny. Didn't you think so, Harry?" says Hermione.

"I guess. What's that got to do with anything?"

Hermione turns her attention to Ron. "Maybe we should ask your Mom if she knows who she is."

"Why?" he asks her, with his face puzzled.

"You might be related."

X

"Why are you three asking such questions?" snaps Mrs. Weasley as she stirs a pot on the stove.

"Come on, Mom. Just answer." Whines Ron. "Do you know of anyone named Isabel that was head girl during..."

"1943." Finishes Hermione.

"Fine." Mrs. Weasley lets out a long sigh and takes a seat opposite the three teenagers. " I think I know who you're talking about but I don't understand why you would want to know. She died a very long time ago."

"Mom…"

"Isabel Prewett. She was my Grandfather's sister. I don't know how you found out about her…She was murdered by her boyfriend when she was still at Hogwarts."

Hermione jumps in. "At the Halloween Ball?"

Mrs. Weasley eyes her wearily. "Yes, Hogwarts never held it again after that. I guess it was pretty terrible. She was only seventeen. He killed her and then turned his wand on himself. I don't think my Grandfather ever really got over the shock of losing his little sister like that." She says more to herself then to the people at the table.

"Thank you for telling us, Mrs. Weasley." Says Harry, making her jump out of her daze.

"Yes, well, why do you want to know again?"

"We were just doing some research on your family history." Lies Hermione with a fake smile. Judging by the scowl on Mrs. Weasley's face it's safe to say she doesn't believe her. "Do you know where she's buried so we can… pay our respects?"

Mrs. Weasley lifts an eyebrow at her and stands up facing the stove again. "She's in the Prewett family plot near London."

X

"This is weird." Says Ron as the three friends make their way through the over grown cemetery that's obviously been neglected for some time. He trips over a tombstone and swears loudly. "She's like my great, great Aunt or something. I don't think we should be digging her up."

"If there was another way, believe me, we would take it." Says Harry as he holds out his lighted wand a little further in front of him in the dark. It's a half moon out tonight and the pale light is causing menacing shadows to play around them.

"I think I found it!" yells Hermione from a few yards away.

The boys join her and they all look down at the tombstone. Moss is growing on the edges and it has been weathered by time. The relatively simple stone reads 'Isabel Marie Prewett—1926-1943.'

"Are we really doing this?" Asks Harry as he pinches the bridge of his nose.

"As disgusting as it's going to be. I'm afraid we have no choice." Hermione says.

They all step back and watch the ground as Hermione whispers a spell that removes the dirt in front of the head stone. Piles are dug out until a shinny coffin is visible. Chills run down Harry's spine as she says a levitation spell. The coffin lifts up out of the ground and rests beside her. Hermione visibly pales and Ron gulps loudly.

"It's been like sixty years… so shouldn't she be like a skeleton or something?" asks Ron nervously.

"I-I don't know." Stutters Hermione. The realization of what they're doing finally sinking in on them. "Why don't you open it?"

"What?" shouts Ron unbelievably. He starts backing away with his hands in the air. "Nope, that's one of my relatives. I'm not doing it."

They both turn their heads to Harry expectantly. He sighs and walks to the casket, bringing his shaking hands down to the lid. In one heavy push the lid flies open and what's inside makes all three of them gasp.

Isabel Prewett is lying among the faded silk lining of the casket, perfectly preserved. Her rich colored hair is done is tight ringlets that fall past her shoulders and kept out of her face by two black burettes. She looks as though she is merely taking a nap. There's a faint blush to her cheeks and her lips are slightly parted and colored a soft pink.

It looks like she will wake up and stretch any second. She's wearing a plain black dress that goes to her knees. It's covered in outdated lace. The sleeves stop at her elbows, black tights encase her legs, and shiny black shoes are on her feet. In her delicate hands, placed on top of her stomach, is her wand.

"Umm, is she supposed to look like that?" asks Harry as he turns to Hermione.

"Like what?" Hermione asks while staring at the girl in the coffin.

He answers as he turns to stare at the girl. "Like she's still alive?"

"I'm not sure. I didn't think Wizards did embalming charms or anything…." She brings her hand up to her mouth and starts biting her nails, a nervous gesture. "Maybe you should just grab the necklace."

Harry hesitates for a moment before he reaches down for the necklace. The moment he touches it his hand jumps back and he falls to the ground.

"What? What's wrong?" questions Ron with a panicked voice. He's still standing a good few feet away from them.

"H-her eyes just fluttered." Hermione looks at him like he's crazy. He gets to his feet to face her. "I swear to God they did."

She frowns and takes out her wand as kneels down beside the coffin and places the wand on the girl's neck, where her pulse would be. She mutters a spell and a soft yellow glow emits from the end of her wand causing her to jump back, almost landing in the open grave.

"What's that? What does that mean?" yells Harry.

Hermione closes her eyes and takes a few deep breaths before she faces the boys. "She's still alive."

"How is that possible?!" yells Ron.

"I-If she was given the draught of eternal sleep then they would think she was dead. The spell I just did didn't come out until 1956…. More then ten years after, after this happened."

Harry walks closer to the casket and looks at the girl. "So… she's just been asleep all these years? Why hasn't she aged?"

"It's very dark magic… it causes time to stop and the person who drinks the potion stays the way they were when it was consumed."

"So Voldemort didn't kill her…" Harry says. "Can she be revived? Or will she be like this forever?"

"No," Hermione says. "She can be woken up."

X

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" whines Ron as they arrive at the front of the Burrow's door with Isabel floating behind him. "I don't see how we can explain this to my parents. Oi, look mom we brought a dead girl home. You don't mind if she stays with us do you? After all she is family…"

"She's still alive, Ronald. We couldn't just put her back in the casket and bury her again. Besides, the necklace wouldn't come off of her so we may need her awake." Snaps Hermione as she opens the front door.

"Oh, there you are! I was getting so worr…" Mrs. Weasley stops dead in her tracks when she sees what they brought in with them. "Who is that and why is she unconscious?"

The three of them stop and shuffle their feet uncomfortably. Finally Harry is brave enough to step up. "Mrs. Weasley… This is Isabel Prewett."

"What!?" screeches Molly.

"She's still alive!" cries Hermione. "She's been given the draught of eternal sleep…"

"Why were you digging in someone's grave!" she shouts. Her face is starting to turn red and sweat is coming off of her forehead. "Arthur!!"

Footsteps can be heard as Mr. Weasley stomps in from the living room and comes up behind his wife. "What is it, dear?" he questions and eyes the girl in front of him questionably.

"Your son and his friends are grave robbers!"

"Mom! We didn't steal anything!"

"You stole a body, Ronald Weasley! That is worse. It's morbid!"

"She's still alive." Says Hermione again. Saying it slowly, trying to stress her point. She takes out her wand and moves Isabel's body so that she's lying on the kitchen table.

Mr. Weasley steps out from around his wife and up to the girl. He takes out his wand and does the same spell Hermione did earlier causing his wand to glow a light yellow.

"They're right." He says. "She is alive… can someone tell me who she is?"

The trio recounts the story, starting from the memory in the pensive and her relationship to Molly and the Weasley's. They need the locket she's wearing to defeat Voldemort, but that's as much as they're willing to tell him. The whole while Mr. Weasley nods his head and glances at the girl on the table sadly.

"Well, I think we should call a few Order members." He says after a moment of silence. "I think it's time she was woken up."

X

Severus Snape storms into the Weasley's kitchen with an annoyed look on his face. He doesn't like being called upon in the middle of the night unless it is exceptionally important so they better have a damn good reason as to why he's here right now. They told him to bring the antidote for the draught of eternal sleep. Which one of those idiots accidentally drank that? Probably those hellish twins of theirs, they are always doing stupid things.

His eyes take in the occupants of the room. Minerva McGonagall is standing with her back straight gazing down at something on the table. Every single one of the disgusting Weasley heard are hovering around and of course Granger and Potter are with them. Snape sneers at Remus Lupin as he pushes his way past him to see what everyone is looking at.

On the table lies a young girl, about seventeen, with long, red hair and delicate freckles on her light skin. She's wearing old fashioned clothes it looks like. She must be a Weasley he thinks to himself as he approaches Mr. Weasley.

"Well?" he snaps.

"Ah, Severus." Says the red haired man. "Did you bring what I asked you to?"

Snape digs in his robes and takes out a vile of glowing purple liquid. He hands it unceremoniously into Arthur's hands and watches as he walks over to the girl and tips her mouth open.

"Who is she?" he questions as the potion goes down her throat.

"Molly's great Aunt." He answers. Well, that is puzzling.

McGonagall takes out her wand and points it at the girl saying the reviving spell. The girl starts coughing and her eyes snap open. She sits up quickly and looks around the room in complete horror.

X

"Where am I?" Isabel questions as she looks around the room. A lot of them have red hair. There's a woman with glasses that looks familiar…

"You're at our home, dear." Says a plump redheaded woman as she puts her hand on her shoulder.

Isabel pulls away and jumps off the table, backing away from all of them who are looking at her like she's a circus freak. She brings her hands to her chest in a nervous gesture but snaps her eyes down at them. It's then that she notices what she's wearing. She doesn't remember putting this on. The last thing she remembers is the Halloween dance. How did she end up here?

"Why am I wearing this!?" she shouts.

"It's ok, Isabel… just calm down." Says the familiar woman with glasses.

"W-who are you?" she asks.

The woman smiles fondly at her. "I'm Minerva McGonagall. Do you remember me?"

Isabel's jaw drops as she stares at the old woman. Minerva Mcgonagall was only a year a head of her in school. They were in the same house, Gryffindor. How is this possible?

"But… but you're so old…" she says and Minerva gives a light chuckle.

"Yes, well technically you're only a year younger then me." She says.

"And how old is that?" Isabel questions with a feeling of doom swimming in her stomach.

"I'm eighty two. That means you're around eighty years old."

Her stomach drops and she starts crying. "How is this possible!? Where am I!? I want to go home. Where are my parents!?"

The plump woman with red hair embraces her and she breaks down in her arms. "Shh… it's alright."

"Why is this happening?" she falls to the floor out of the woman's embrace and brings her hand up to her eyes like it could shield her from what's going on.

"Do you know Tom Riddle?"

Her head snaps up to a boy with messy black hair and glasses. "Yes, I do… why?"

"We think he did this to you."

She stops crying, she stops making noise. "H-he did!" she stutters. "I remember we were at the dance and he was mad at me. He told me if I didn't drink this potion he had he would kill Samuel." She stands up with determination in her face. "Where's Samuel?"

There's an uncomfortable silence. "He's dead, dear…. That Tom Riddle fellow killed him."

A new batch of tears fall from her eyes. "Are my parents dead?" she whispers and the woman nods her head. "What about my brother?"

"He's dead too." She says with total sympathy in her voice.

"Why didn't anyone try to help me!?" she shouts to no one in particular. A girl with bushy hair steps up and gives her an uneasy expression.

"They thought you were dead. You've been buried in a cemetery for over sixty years."

Isabel closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. "My family thought I was dead…now everyone I love is dead… my whole family is dead."

"Your families not dead." Says a man with thinning red hair and glasses. "This is Molly." He places his hands on the shoulders of the plump woman in front of her. "She's your great grandniece…and I'm her husband Arthur."

He proceeds going through and introducing the rest of the red haired occupants of the room. Finally resting his hands on a young, teenage girl who looks uneasy. "And this is my youngest. Her name is Ginny."

She takes a second to study her. They do resemble each other. They both have long red hair, pale freckled skin, and little upturned noses. Only Isabel isn't as muscular as the other girl. She came from a time when women didn't play sports. When women were supposed to be soft. Her light blue eyes stare into Ginny's brown and she suddenly wants to panic.

"I think I want to lie down for a while." Isabel states as she faints to the ground.

X

In a dark secluded castle somewhere hidden in the twisted hills of England is a very tired and aggravated Dark Lord. He is sitting on his silver throne listening to his followers as they recount the battle that was fought the night before. He wasn't there but from what he has gathered they were able to take Diagon Alley. The Death Eaters speeches are long and unnecessary, he thinks. It's boring but it must be done.

"Yes, it was a good victory on our part." Says Lucius Malfoy as he bows deeply. "Soon the Ministry will be ours, My Lord."

Lord Voldemort nods his snake-like head in agreement. Suddenly a queer feeling over takes him and he has to close his eyes to regain his composure. Potter and his foolish friends have been hunting his Horcruxes for some time now. They have managed to destroy three of them so far, much to his annoyance. They are parts of his soul after all. Whenever one is tampered with or disturbed a feeling shoots through his body to alert him. He opens his scarlet eyes to glare at the people around him.

He cuts whoever was talking off. "Go to the Prewett family cemetery in wizarding London. Dig up the grave of Isabel Prewett and bring her body here." His minions don't move. "Now!" he barks.

They all Apparate away as the Dark Lord rises from his throne to pace back and forth on the marble floor. He didn't want to wake her until he had full control, until he was the most powerful wizard in the world and everyone bowed at his feet. He would make her rule beside him. He would make her love and obey him. She would never reject him again. 'I guess I'll just have to wake her up early' he thinks to himself with a scowl on his face. One nervous looking Death Eater pops into the room. He falls to his knees in front of him.

"Well?" snaps The Dark Lord.

"Forgive me, Master, but her body's not there."

"What!?" anger overtakes him as he looks down at his sniveling servant.

"It seems someone has already dug her up." He says.

His eyes narrow into small slits. Potter, the bane of his existence has taken his most prized possession away. He will pay dearly.

"Simon." He says lightly to the groveling man on the floor. He lifts his head up and waits for his Master to continue.

"I think it's time we took down the Weasley clan."

X

"How are you feeling?" asks a girl with bushy brown hair.

Isabel rubs the sleep from her eyes. Her surroundings come into focus and she notices that she's in a small bedroom with Ginny and another girl hovering over her. It takes her a moment for it to sink in before she bites her lip.

"I'm fine." She says as she sits up and pulls the quilt further up her body.

"My name's Hermione." Says the girl as she takes a seat beside her, making the mattress sink down. "You've been out for a few hours. This is Ginny's room if you were wondering…"

She looks up to the other redheaded girl who is looking at her with an uneasy expression on her face as she stands at the base of the bed. The room is small and painted a light purple. Posters of modern Quidditch stars fly around on the posters on the wall and stuffed animals line the shelves in different states of disarray. Isabel studies the girls in front of her. They seem close to her age… in body, technically she's seventy years older then them.

"Do you know why he did this to you?" asks Hermione while looking down at the floor.

Isabel shakes her head. "Not really."

"Was Voldemort your boyfriend?" asks Ginny from the end of the bed. Her face has turned into concern as she bites her lower lip when they both turn to her.

"Voldemort?" she questions.

Hermione shoots Ginny a look. "Yeah, that's the name he goes by now." She explains.

She starts laughing a humorless laugh. "You actually call him that stupid name? I thought he was joking when he said he wanted to go by that…" she notices that the girls are still looking at her expectantly, "Oh, no, he wasn't my boyfriend."

"Then why did he do this to you?" asks Hermione.

"This is very strange for me." Says Isabel as she slumps against the pillows. "It feels like all of this happened yesterday but it's been years." She looks to the girls again. "I'm not sure why he did this… when I was in my sixth year we dated for a little while. Tom is handsome, intelligent, and really charming so I thought it was a good idea until he totally changed. He became really suspicious and possessive of me. He had his stupid friends follow me around when I wasn't with him and he would get jealous if I talked to other boys. I was like an object to him so I broke it off."

Ginny sits down on the bed totally absorbed in the story and Hermione leans forward a little bit.

"He became really volatile towards me after that and I tried my best to avoid him. Luckily we were in separate houses, so it made it a little easier. In seventh year I was made head girl and he was head boy so I had to see him more often." She sits up and looks out the window. Almost too exhausted to talk but knowing that she has to." I started seeing another boy, Samuel Higgins. Tom was furious and kept on harassing me about it. I didn't think he would actually do anything terrible until the Halloween Ball."

"What happened?" asks Ginny.

She takes a deep breath. "He had told me not to go with Sam, but I did anyways… I fell in love with him and I wasn't about to let Tom get in our way. Everything is kind of a blur after that… I remember being stuck in a secluded class room with him after the dance. I don't know how I ended up there. Tom was rambling about how he gets what he wants when he wants it and that I shouldn't have rejected him. He told me he had big plans for when he graduates and that I would do well to listen to him. He pulled out a vial from his pocket and told me to drink it or he would kill Samuel… The look on his face… I knew he wasn't lying so I drank it, that's all I remember."

Everyone is silent for a while. Hermione clears his throat. "Did he give you that necklace?"

Isabel looks confused. "What necklace?"

Hermione points to the one around her neck. She looks surprised as she brings her hand up and fingers the silver locket. She tries to take it off but nothing she tries works.

"Why won't it come off?" she asks panicky as she stands from the bed.

"Just calm down, it's ok… we'll find a way." Says Hermione.

Isabel looks at her with a troubled expression. She doesn't know if she believes her.

X

Isabel has been staying with the Weasley's for a week. Their family is large and loving. They've really been good at helping her to adjust to the new world she as thrust into. It's not easy constantly feeling out of place. They also told her all about Lord Voldemort, or Tom as she calls him, and his rise to power during the first war. How he almost died because of the baby Harry Potter, and how he came back to power again. She was disgusted at his new snake like appearance they described.

She almost wanted to cry to hear about the terrible things he did to muggle-borns and their supporters. It was atrocious and she found herself being oddly depressed that she wasn't able to do anything about it. Ginny, Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Isabel are sitting at the kitchen table talking about non important matters while Mrs. Weasley fixes them lunch.

"Molly?" questions Isabel. "Whatever happened to my home? Prewett Manor?"

Molly stops what she's doing and turns to the young girl. "Well, during the first war you-know-who destroyed it." She says tightly and turns back around.

Isabel slumps her shoulders and takes a drink from her glass. "I hate him." she whispers.

"We all do." Says Harry as he gives her a sympathetic smile. She smiles back.

"Do you want to go flying today?" asks Ginny from across the table.

"I don't know how to fly." She states honestly and Ginny gives her a scandalized look.

"What?" she asks. "Girls aren't allowed to play Quidditch."

Hermione laughs at her side. "A lot of things have changed since your time." She says, giving her a pat on the back. "But don't worry. I'm a terrible flier too."

They all walk to the back garden as the boys open the broom shed and take out five decrepit looking brooms. Isabel eyes them with contempt as Ron hands a particularly dirty one to her. She watches as the others get on and start flying around.

"You know, I think I'll just watch." She says as she sits on the ground. She's wearing a pair of Ginny's blue jeans. That is enough change for her for today. Girls weren't supposed to wear pants either. This time is oddly liberating she muses to herself as she picks a blade of grass.

"Ah, come on." Shouts Harry over his shoulder. "It won't kill you."

Isabel eyes the broom again. She seriously doubts that it won't. "No, I think I'm going to take a walk." She says as she stands up and dusts off her pants.

She walks in solitude around the garden and then stops when she sees a dock extend out to a small lake. The summer time sun is hot today so she walks the wooden planks to the very end and takes a seat. She takes off her shoes and rolls up the jeans to her knees, slowly lowering each foot into the water.

"Do you mind if I join you?" The voice is female and she turns around to see Ginny standing behind her.

"Not at all." She says and watches out of the corner of her eye as the girl takes a seat and puts her feet in the water.

"How are you feeling?" she asks.

"I'm fine…. Can I ask you a question?"

Ginny nods her head. She's been a good friend this past week.

"Do you think he'll try to find me?" she asks softly referring to Tom.

"Yes." Her answer is blunt and it makes Isabel turn her head to stare at her. "Tom doesn't like people playing with his things."

She furrows her eyes brows. "Do you know him?" Isabel asks carefully.

Ginny nods her head. "Better then most." She answers.

"What did he do to you?"

Ginny tells her the story about the Diary and the Chamber of Secrets that happened in her first year. "You know," she says when she was finished. "I always wondered why he chose me. I mean, he could have made me pass him off to someone else someone more powerful…" she snaps her head back to Isabel. "I guess I know why now… it was all because of you."

Isabel's heart starts beating faster and an overwhelming sense of guilt washes over her. She looks back over the lake and focuses on the reflecting lights off the water. "I'm sorry." She says quietly.

Ginny grabs her hand. "Don't be. It's not your fault… It's Toms."

It always is. They sit in silence for a few moments before blood curdling screams make them jump up. It's coming from the Burrow.