And Another Door Opens....

How-do all! I know I've posted recently but I had to post again, for several reasons. 1st one, HAPPY NOVEMER/NaNoWriMo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :) The second reason is this: Dragon's newest chapter. Where we left off she and her friends had just arrived at hogwarts, finnished eating and were heading to the common rooms when McGonagal brought Dragon to a meeting that went into an accusation fest for Dragon by Dolores, Caroline came to her rescue and brought her to the common room before returning back to the meeting. And here were are :).

Disclaimer: I do not own the original Canon, charactors etc...or any of that junk, they are all the Wonderful work of J.K. Rowling, all I own are MY plot ideas and MY charactors. I'm just a girl who enjoys writing and has too much time on her hands or too much of an imagination-which one it is, is still undecided.

Stuff: 1st There are some spoilers but unless you read the book most of them aren't there so yeah just 'read-at-your-own-risk', 2nd My made ups are my made ups and I'd appreciate that if anyone that I don't know/do know are reading this to PLEASE DO NOT TAKE MY CHARACTORS. They are mine*hugs* I love them and they are close to my heart. Whether or not they are real doesn't matter, they are mine and I love them. 3rd I have some lines and stuff directly from the 5th H.P. book "Order of the Phoenix" in this chapter, I did not make them they are J.K.R's creation and I take no credit, same for the fact that somethings have come from the 5th movie-again I take no credit.

Fan Fiction Book: A World of Difference

Chapter 4: And Another Door Opens

By: Katherine LaGassie

(tall one is Dean FYI)




I stayed leaning against the brick wall with my arms around my legs and my forehead on my knees for awhile. My right arm hurt so bad I almost began to cry, till I realized how ridiculous it would be to do such a thing over such pain. There are many people who are put in more pain than I am like Carmen, Tonks, Kingsley, The Order and Caroline. What had happened to Caroline? What was going on anyway? I shook my head to clear my thoughts, the pain was clearing my judgment. Dumbledore had to have his reason for telling Umbridge-whatever the reason may be- and Caroline had her reason for being scratched up.
I stood and entered the common room, there; standing like a statue was Ron. His arms crossed and his eyes looking straight into mine. “What did Dumbledore want?” He asked.
I sighed and walked towards him, “He told Umbridge about my dreams.”
“He told her.” I saw the look in his eyes fluctuate to being shocked and back.
“Yeah, I was pretty ticked about it, they tried to get me to confess to it but I didn’t-Caroline came to my rescue when she arrived.” I said and rubbed my forehead, the pain of my arm was giving me a headache.
Ron eyed me, “You alright?” When I just nodded he furred his eyebrows, “Your arm?” He asked and once more I nodded. “Have you told Dumbledore about that?” He inquired as he walked over and reached his hand out towards my right arm.
“No,” I winced in pain, took off my cloak and rolled up my sleeve so he could see the Dark Mark. “I assume he knows, I’m sure Snape would have told him.” Ron nodded as he gently fingered the Dark Mark. “Hey Ron, have you seen Caroline lately?”
“Yeah, she was up here when we all came up. She was helping the house elves clean.” He glanced up at me, “She seems to be beat up pretty good-know how?”
“No, I was hoping you did.” I turned my head to look at him, “I’ve given up mind reading.”
“Pity.” He stood and rolled down my sleeve while smiling, “I like knowing the dirt you can pull up on people that way.”
“I’m not telling you who likes you Ronald Bilius Weasley so don’t even think about it.” I jab my finger warningly in his face.
He rolled his eyes, “Great, now there’s no more fun.”
I sighed and draped my cloak over my shoulders, “What are you doing up anyway? I thought you’d be upstairs with the guys talking or asleep.”
He sat down on the couch, “I was suspicious,” He looked at me and I walked over and sat down beside him. “things have been going on lately,” he eyed me, “I wanted to know what Dumbledore wanted. I wish, however, it was something else.”
“As do I, Ron.” I rested my head on the back of the couch, “Caroline went back to the meeting after she brought me here, she’s gonna try and find out from Dumbledore all that she can,” I stretched and yawned, “I’ll go down in the morning and find out all I can from her before classes begin.”
“Skipping breakfast are we?” Ron asked with raised eyebrows.
“Grab me a piece of toast.”
“Toast, just toast, nothing on it?”
“Jelly, put jelly on it.”
“What about Jam?”
“Ron,” I playfully rolled my eyes and smiled, “Jelly OR Jam, blueberry if you can and then sneak it into our first class.” I yawned again, “What is that anyway?”
“Defense Against the Dark Arts.” Ron said and glanced at me to see my reaction.
I groaned, “Uuhhh…” I got up, “I better get some sleep then.” I kissed his cheek, “Night, Ron.” I got up and ran up the stairs and into the girls dorm, most of the girls were asleep so I quietly changed and sank beneath my covers. The idea of sleep was sounding really good about then, sadly, I wouldn’t see much of a restful one.

Carmen walks up to her apartments front door and presses the buzzer, “Mrs. Jones, it’s Carmen, I left my key inside, mind buzzing me in?” No response. “Mrs. Jones?” She tilts her head and takes her hand off the button, ‘odd’ she thinks. She once again presses the buzzer, “Mrs. Jones?” She sighs and shakes her head, “Must be asleep, this is what I get for allowing Charlie to introduce me to more of thoughs friends of his…” Puts hand on handle and door opens, “….that’s odd….” She pulls sweater closer around her and walks in feeling uneasy, “Mrs. Jones? Are you home? Did you take your sleeping pill already or something?” Still no answer, she glances around placing hand behind her back to take a hold of her wand in her back pocket. She goes down the hall to Mrs. Jones’ room and nocks on the door, “Mrs. Jones?” No answer and the door creaks open. ‘Alright, enough with the little child act,’ Carmen tells herself, lightly presses on the door it creeks open a bit; she then puts her eye to the door crack. There, Mrs. Jones lay on her couch with her eyes closed.

Carmen pushes the door open with her foot and walks in and goes over to the old woman, she gently shakes her, “Mrs. Jones?” No response. Carmen’s eyes travel down the woman and hit the pill bottle clutched in her hands. She unravels the fingers and looks at the bottle. ‘Sleeping Pills.’ She looks at the woman, ‘no breath seems to be coming from her’. Carmen quickly wraps her fingers around the woman’s old wrist to take the pulse. Nothing.

She looks at the bottle again, '28 pills total,’ opens the container, ‘27 inside, she took one pill.’ “One pill is not enough to kill someone.” She places the container down and takes her wand from her back pocket.

Someone’s inside. Don’t go up upstairs.

Carmen walks out of the room and begins walking upstairs. Don’t. She reaches the top of the steps and all the other apartment doors are open. Stop. Turn around. She tightens her grip around her wand and walks down the hall, cautiously looking into each large, open apartment. Don’t go any further. Carmen ducks into the room next to hers, which happens to be the only one with a door closed, and goes into her apartment through a secret back door which leads her to the Kitchen. Get out. She walks over to the kitchen table where she had left her keys, gone. Leave. She looks around the room with just her eyes hoping to catch a sound of something. Now, before it’s too late.

Clank!

Carmen whips around, wand ready her heart pounding out of her chest. “Meow”. She sighs, “Thanks be to Merlin,” picks up the black cat, “just Chester.” She kisses his head and let’s out a breath, ‘just a cat’. No. Not Just a cat. He's trying to tell you to leave. Listen. “Come on Chess,” She whispers and while still holding him and her wand at her side walks towards her bedroom. Too Close. She opens the door and walks in.

Crunch!

“What the-“ She whispers and moves her foot back, she had begun to step on something made of a broken glass. They’re coming. She crouches down and puts Chester down, she then picks up what she was about to step on. It was a picture of her and Charlie talking and laughing at their Hogwarts graduation. You’re in danger. She glanced up her whole room was a mess, torn and thrown apart as if someone was looking for something….or someone….or her. Get out, now, disapparate, something, just leave. She takes her wand out of her pocket and stands up, walking into the middle of the room. Now. Carmen glances around the room, her heart beating hard, something wasn’t right she could feel it, something was wrong in more than obvious ways. A floor board creaked. Behind you! Carmen whips around, “Crucio!” She collapses to the ground as pain wracks her body. Grab your wand and make a patronus.

“Well, well, well, an Aurror all on her lonesome. A mud blood to be specific, how….convenient.” A masked male voice said, four more masked figures created a crescent shape with him, “I thought they thought you better than that, mud blood? Or is the system truly that flawed.”

Now. Before you get seriously hurt, conjure a patronus so someone will help you! Carmen pulls herself up and grabs her wand without the noticing and whispers something, from the end of her wand a unicorn flies. Good girl.

“You fool,” No, you’re the fool. “We have a barrier on this place, not spell will get off the premises.” Some guy says. Dang it. Carmen lay there on the floor face down for a few minutes, looking helpless-to them. They went on rambling about unimportant things, or at least things you don’t try and care about when you are this close to death. Carmen quietly reached her arm out, took her wand out and laid quietly, she had to be careful. “Alright. Up.” One Death Eater said and flicked his wand, obviously trying to use the Imperious curse on her. Carmen rolled her eyes as she got up, a motion unseen due to her long brown hair being in her face. Any Death Eater with half a brain should have realized by now she was far too headstrong for such a thing, however, obviously, these Death Eaters were underexperianced.

Carmen got up carefully seeming as if she WAS controlled, she then kept her back to him for a minute, gripped her wand carefully took a breath and turned. “Petricfus Totalus!”, “Rictasempra!”, “Stupefy!” and several other spells flew from both her mouth and wand till there were only two were standing. Her vision blurred and the toll of the battle began to come aware to her. The two left looked at each other and at her, apparently sensing weakness. “CRUCIO!” Both screamed and once again Carmen hit the floor curling up in pain. Leave her alone!

All of a sudden the pain stopped and she just laid their with her eyes closed for a moment, “Carmen? Carmen, are you alright?” Tracey said all of a sudden falling down beside her. Carmen nodded, “M’fine.” She mumbled as she gathered her strength and began to stand.

Greg quickly grabbed her, “Here, let me help.” Carmen whacked him gently, “Greg, I’m fine.” Charlie stood in the door way arms crossed as he noted the broken possessions of her room. “Oh, yes, I can see EVERYTHING is in order.” His tone was sarcastic and full of concern. Carmen lightly rolled her eyes, “Carmen, the doctor-”

Carmen immediately turned to Tracey, “How’d you know what was going on-they put up a barrier.” Yeah, how did you know?

“Thank Charlie,” Tracey said and pointed to him, “He watched you walk to your apartment, wouldn’t take his eyes off of you. He kind of got suspicious when you were having a hard time getting in, I mean we all knew you forgot your keys-you always do.” Tracey smiled, “Then when you went in we all saw the shield go up and well, obviously that mad us realize something was up so we came in, course it took us awhile to get through the shield. Not a surprise really. Then we came in and realized it was empty, Charlie navigated us to your apartment and well-here we are.” Tracey blinked and turned to look at Carmen, “Where is everyone?”

“Everyone’s either away or at work and Mrs. Jones is dead.” Charlie’s eyes turned immediately to Carmen, his eyes wider than before. Carmen tossed him the bottle of pills from her pocket, “She takes thoughs to sleep, only one a day to sleep-not enough to kill her, it’s a new prescription 28 or 27 pills and only one is missing.” Tracey gasped and Carmen nodded a shuddered running through her, “I hate to say it,” Carmen said and looked at Charlie, “I think this was planned.”

Charlie shifted and bit down hard on his tongue as he fingered the pill bottle. Greg and Tracey glanced at each other it was obvious that didn’t settle well with him. “Come on,” he said taking Carmen from Greg, she looked tired and somewhat ill, and he looked her over, “Let’s get you over to my place and call the…er… ‘cops’…we’ll worry about that later.” He stripped his jacket off and put it on her shoulders. He just did what???


“Muggleborn’s living amongst us as pure-bloods I see,” His red eyes droned out the rest of the scene. “A punishment will be made for such posers. Especially thoughs of my blood, of all things.” I felt every cell of me crawl in odd, sudden fear. He smile appeared on his face, “Perhaps targeting thoughs you love is best-just maybe next time they won’t get away so easily.” I found my heart pounding out of my chest at the thought, he locked eyes with mine, walked forward and placed his long, sharp-nailed fingers on my right arm.

“Dragon! Dragon!” I heard Ginny’s panicked voice as I realized I was being shaken. I snapped my eyes open. “You’re alright!” I heard Hermione say relieved. Ginny looked at me, “You were screaming bloody murder, Meg, you alright?”

I rubbed my neck….I really wasn’t sure. I burned all over from head to toe as if I have been stuck over a fire. Then Ginny touched my right arm. I screamed and her eyes went bug eyed. Athena, Andrew’s girlfriend who had been sitting on her bed across from mine immediately jumped up and ran towards the door, “I’ll get Ron.”

“No!” I said quickly and sat up better, moving away from Ginny’s touch, Hermione, Athena and Ginny all gave me worried odd looks. “I’m fine really-it’s just sore.”

“Athena maybe you should go get Ron just in case…” Hermione suggested and Athena began to move but I shook my head, “No, don’t wake him.”

“Wake him?” Ginny asked.

I looked at her, “Why are you all up at this time?”

Athena gave me a questioning look, “It’s nearly 7, we were finishing dressing and drying our hair when…”

I cut her off, “7?” When Hermione nodded I leapt out of bed, grabbed my clothes and dived under the covers. “Uhh….” Ginny said looking down. “I’m supposed to meet Caroline before classes-chit chat you know, I was gonna study too but seems there’s no point…” I got up and unbraided my hair, “I’ll see you all at classes,” I grabbed my brush, bag and wand and ran out the door leaving the girls to pander my odd behavior. I was nearly out of breath when I ran into the library; it was dead quiet only one or two students reading and barely any other life seemed to dwelling in the room except for one person. Caroline stood behind the librarian’s desk working silently within her own little world. I couldn’t help but smile, the image of the gentle Caroline buried in books wasn’t that hard to imagine. I made my way swiftly to the librarian desk and looked at her, “Morning.”

She looked up at me and smiled, her eyes looking tired but yet joyfull, “Morning,” She wrote something down, “I see you’re up late-everything alright?”

“Yeah, everything’s fine, my alarm didn’t go off that’s all.” I said quickly while regaining my breath.

“Uh-huh.” She said and looked at me again, this time looking worried, “Another dream?”

“I don’t want to talk about it, I really don’t want Umbridge knowing anymore.”

“Hun,” Caroline said leveling eyes with me, “anything spoken between us stays between us-I wouldn’t even breathe a word to the Order.”

I smiled, “Speaking of Umbridge-and breathing words-what happened in the meeting?”

“Good question,” She picked up a stack of books from the cart behind her, “when I arrived Umbridge was as grouchy as ever-no surprise. Saying how much of a liar you were and such, I don’t know I tried to block most of it.” That I understood completely, “Then when everyone left I hung back to talk to Dumbledore, he said he believed the ministry needed to know as they did with Harry because of what the order and he believe.”

“That we’re connecting?”

“Yeah, that. Because of that he told Umbridge. Now he wants you and Harry to take Occlumancy, Dolores also believes it a good idea so naturally everyone who lives in fear of the ministry does. However, you’ll either be taking it from Snape or Dolores, don’t look at me that way, Meygan," I winced at my name, "you know I don’t like them as much as you do.”

“They have it out for my friends and I.”

She smiled, “Maybe so, but I can promise you they aren’t anyone’s favorite people.” She started stamping new books and I glanced at her hands, still covered in the sharp thorn like cuts as if she had taken a dive into a berry or rose bush. “What happened to you?” I asked finally and gently touched her hand. She was silent for a moment and stared down at the piece of paper beneath her before checking off something, “You have a Quidditch game coming up soon don’t you?”

“Yeah…” I replied, she had just completely ignored what I said. She had heard it and ignored it. Why? “it’s next Tuesday...”

“I’m sure Andrew must be ecstatic.” She smiled and glanced up at me before stamping another book, “I think he’s more obsessed with Quidditch than you, your brother, Harry and Oliver.”

“I don’t think that’s possible.” I said with a smile, it was still nagging me she hadn’t answered but I couldn’t make her tell me. Maybe it was Order work she couldn’t discuss, or at least not here in the open. She smiled down at another book as she stamped it, “Probably true.” She remarked as she put that book in a different stack with all the other stamped books, marked something on her paper and then picked up another book. I let my eyes travel a long her desk, there were 4 or 5 letters that had been opened and sealed so they weren’t lost, two open cards that were lying down one had a pack of wicked sisters gum on it (obviously from Tonks) and the other a butterfly pen. “They’re early birthday gifts.” Caroline commented, “From Charlie, Carmen and Tonks.” She nodded to the gum, “From Tonks, for obvious reasons and she knows I like gum,” She nodded to the pen, “That’s from Carmen and Charlie-it’s my patronus and I use pens a lot.” She smiled.

“They sent a birthday gift together?” I raised my eyebrows.

“Well,” She paused, “they live so close to each other it’s less expensive to do it that way-they do the same thing for Christmas gifts.” She shrugged, “Nothing odd.” But she was wrong. I could tell she knew there was more than she was saying; she was hiding more than one thing. Plus, how many people do you know who do that sort of thing? Something was up.

I nodded nevertheless and watched as she started stamping more books and writing stuff on her piece of paper. I glanced at Tonks card-the front was her in her Ministry office-obviously taken by Kingsley or Carmen- acting her normal self. On the inside it said; “I know how much you love gum, Carol, so here’s some-not to mention it’s by THE BEST BAND EVER. ;-)
(We really should all go to a concert sometime-can you imagine that??? Ahahaha!) Have a GREAT birthday Caroline, Love you, Tonks-sie” I couldn’t help but smile as I read it. I then shifted my gaze to Charlie and Carmen’s card. Both laughing and doing the peace sign-something they’d been obsessed with doing when they were in school and younger, on the inside written in Carmen’s old-English styled cursive wrote “Happy (early) Birthday! (I was seriously so afraid I was gonna miss it! Glad we didn’t) So let me continue: Happy, Happy, Happy, Happy, Happy, Happy (early) BRITHDAY! And done; Happy Birthday Caroline ;-) We both lllooooovvveeee you. And stop fretting, I’m doing fine-seriously-the little incident last night and this darn bug couldn’t old me down if it tried. (Much to Charlie’s dislike)’ Much to Charlie’s dislike? ‘We’re more concerned about you. You take care of yourself (AND find a way to ‘boogie-down’ on your birthday :-P ), stay safe, we love you and of course, HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Carmen & Charlie♥’ I furred my eyebrow and frowned, “Incident last night-darn bug?” I looked over at Caroline.

“Oh.” She picked up the cards and gifts and put them down on her side, “Carmen’s just got a nasty flu, and we’ve all been worried sick-just how we are with each other you know.” She stamped another book, “Then last night some death eaters attacked her apartment-” My eyes widened, “she’s alright-don’t worry.”

“I know she is.”

Caroline glanced up, “Another dream?” I nodded and she sighed, “Carmen thought she felt you breathing down her neck-so-to-speak.”

I rubbed my neck and looked around, I wasn’t used to knowing people knew I had seen them not like it was on purpose or anything I couldn’t really help but watch. “Yeah….” I trailed off as I noticed Caroline’s trash can. In it sat an unopened letter, sealed with wax, addressed to her from Percy. I blinked uncontrollably-why would he be trying to write to her? I shot my eyes toward her; she hadn’t noticed me looking at the trash can so I looked back at it, “Percy?” My voice stranged, I was shocked.

Caroline looked up quickly and noticed me looking at the trash can, “Oh….yeah,” She rolled eyes, “That. Ignore it; it’s probably just him gloating.” I looked at her and she glanced up, “You’re parents, nor I need anymore of that. I’m not interested in hearing him gloat or put down your father or mine jobs.” I watched as she pierced her pen harder to the paper. When Percy had begun getting stuck up it had killed her, more than some probably noticed, and then when he erupted at dad it upset her deeply, not to mention when she tried to help Molly patch things up on her own and he completely slammed she and her family down. She was crushed, completely-not something you could think someone would be over Percy but she was. She looked at her wrist watch, “I need to put some things away, we’ll talk later alright Hun?” She looked at me, smiled, grabbed books, came around the counter, kissed my cheek gently and walked off.

Then I did something horrible, I walked behind her desk, grabbed the letter, stuffed it in my bag and hurried to Dolores’s class. What possessed me to take it I don’t know, I seriously, truly don’t know, but I did. I also ran in and sat down in my desk in Dolores’ room just as the bell rang. Both Harry and Ron looked at me, “Nice timing.” They commented and Ron passed me my toast under our long desk and some how I stuffed it in my mouth, chewed and swallowed before Dolores entered. Luckily. “Good morning class!” Dolores said and Harry and I flinched. That stupid shrill of a voice. She walked down the hall watching Harry and I like a hawk, not surprising seeing as we are her biggest threats and all. I heard Nick groan and utter something about the pink and I had to fight off cracking up which eventually made Ron and Harry have to do the same thing. “I understand,” She walked up and turned around to the front of the room. “You have been told that a certain dark wizard at large.” I glanced at Harry and found him doing the same to me, this wasn’t gonna be pleasant, “This, is, a, lie.” Harry and I immediately look at her on that one and I almost wanted to burst out laughing in her face. What was she blind?

“That’s a lie-I saw him.” Harry said and Dolores turned to look at him, “You, Mr. Potter, will raise your hand in my classroom.”

“Harry saw him.” I spoke, my voice must have hissed to her like the sound of Voldemort himself, “Voldemort’s,” Voices rose at his name on my lips, “alive-” I began.

“Ms. Weasley-“ She began to cut me off.

“We would know.” I finished defiantly, Harry was staring at me, shock filling his face, I wasn’t one to typically defy a teacher.

“You are all mistaken, corrupted by rumors that have been proven wrong.” She gave everyone books, “This is what you’ll be learning this year.”

“Professor,” Hermione spoke up after raising her hand and being called on, “there aren’t any spells in this book.”

“Why should you need to learn spells? No one is going to attack children-better yet anyone at all.”

“Yes there is.” Harry corrected, “Lord Voldemort.”

“Detention, Mr. Potter.” Dolores said and Harry sunk into his seat, glaring at her back before she turned, “There is no need to learn such spells if there is no danger.”

I thought momentarily “If there is no danger than why do you have, Aurrors?” Dolores’ eyes shot in my direction, “Well-their job isn’t-” “Their job,” I interrupted, “is Wizard security, they are Wizarding Police, chasing the bad Wizards and stopping them and catching them. What need do you have of them if there’s nothing to be worried about? If a war isn’t erupting? Or if there something you’re keeping from the minds of the public? Is it that denial you are all in after it being quiet so long? Or is there more too it?” I almost went as far as accusing them of being frightened, which they were, but I never got to it, “You can join Mr. Potter in detention Ms. Weasley!” She spoke sharply and quickly continued on before I could interrupt. I groaned and slipped down into my seat, Andrew was gonna love this one, less than a week from a game and both Harry and I had detentions.

“Great,” Harry murmured so I could hear, “detention.” I nodded lightly and rolled my eyes, “Well,” Nick whispered leaning towards Harry and I without being seen, “if you guys live through being locked in a room with Barbie’s worst make-up powder-puff remind me to get her a blue outfit for Christmas so I can see her flip, okay?”

I looked at Nick out of the corner of my eye, “Shut up before I get another detention.” He snorted quietly outwardly, “Then don’t breath too loud,” He sat back in his seat, “Heaven’s forbid you did that, Merlin only knows she’d hang you in shackles for it.”

Harry, Ron and I smirked at Nick’s sarcasm, he had that way about him, his ability to make you smile or laugh at nearly everything-he was like Fred, George, Nathaniel and Lee only a tad bit more-er-sane. “Page 12,” Dolores said and my friends and I rolled our eyes dramatically and followed. I however had one thing I wanted to tell her but told myself internally, I was not doing the homework.

That class seem to go on forever and I was glad when it was time for Transfiguartion, except for one thing, I had to tell Andrew that Harry and I couldn't be at practice tonight. That'd kill him. "Well now," Draco said walking up to me before I entered Transfiguration behind my other friends. "look what we have here, Dragoon." I rolled my eyes, turned and looked at him, "Draco." I said flatly meeting his eyes.

He placed his hand on the brick behind my head and I slid away from him, scrunching my nose in discust. Crabbe, Goyle and Seith, Draco's brother, were immediately surrounding me. It was a daily routine that I was getting tired of. I shoved through them to get to McGonagal's door but they grabbed me, "Not so fast." Draco said and looked at me, "How's the arm?" He asked sinsterly and I just looked at him. "Don't feel like answering?" I tensed, he was one of the few that knew about that. He could so easily tell everyone and my entire family and I's lives would be ruined. "Crabbe, Goyle," Seith said, "help her show us will you?" They nodded and went to rip up my right sleeve, I rolled my eyes and ripped from Seith's grip and whacked them both so hard they didn't know what hit them. I stood looking at them all arms crossed wand in my hand, I was sick and tired of them giving me such a freaking hard time.

Draco laughed smirking, "Touchy weasel?" I nearly charged at him but I didn't get the chance, "Something wrong?" a tall boy with dark brown hair, hazel eyes and a head boy badge said looking between the five of us.

The Slytherin's looked at him, "Not at all." They said and looked at me. "She was getting out of hand."

"Really now," He said and looked in my direction, hiding smirk from his face, "If you don't mind," He slipped around the group and linked my arm in his, "I'll escort he to class to prevent further scawbles." With that he lead me around the group and over to the door.

"Thanks, Andrew," I said looking up at him.

He smild broadly, "My pleasure," He looked down at me as he opened the door, releasing my arm so I could walk in first, "they were giving you are hard time again, huh?" I nodded and he shook his head, "I'm gonna have to give your brothers heck, whose gonna look out for you next year?" He smiled playfully as he shut the door and followed me down to our desk.

I laughed, "I don't know, myself for once?"

Andrew smiled, "Dragon, I don't doubt your power one second or your ability to clonk Draco one but really, you could get far too injured trying to fight them off everyday. I'll find someone to take my place, it's a very had job to hold you know-" He looked back down at me, "your not easy to look out for."

I laughed shook my head and let Andrew slip into the desk next to Harry before I did. "I'm sorry I'm such a hassle."

"What did I miss?" Harry asked leaning foreward so he could see me around Andrew.

"Draco givin' her a hard time." Andrew said taking out his transfiguration book, "Nothin' that unusual." Harry shook his head, it really wasn't. We'd both gotten used to it, niether of us could get through a day without being harrassed by Draco-or well, at least trying to stop him from harrassing some poor first or second year. Such a bully."So," Andrew said placing his wand on the desk and looking between Harry and I, "you guys are coming to practice tonight right?" Harry and I looked at eachother, "right?"

"Well..." Harry began.

"We kind of....uh..."

"You kind of what?" Andrew asked looking at us.

".....Got detention," I said, "with Dolores."

"That witch?" Andrew more so stated and shook his head, "Alright," He sighed and rubbed his neck, "I'll have to work around it."

"Sorry," Harry said, "we couldn't keep our mouths shut the more she put down the idea of Voldemort."

Andrew nodded, unharmed by the usage of the name-he'd gotten used to it, "She is a hard one to listen to, most narrow-minded woman I've met and trust me, I've met a few. I sure wish Lupin or Termdent were back as the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher."

"Termdent?" Both Harry and I asked, we'd never once heard that name before.

"Yeah, Curtis Termdent, he was the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher before Quirrell. He works for the Ministry-close to your dad I believe. He was a good teacher, much like Professor Lupin." Andrew said as McGonagal came in.

"Good Morning class," She said and began into an extremely long lesson on how to change living things into non-living things of other creatures. Now you may be wondering why at least on 7th year was in with a bunch of 5th years, that's because he wasn't the only one all 5th-7th years were now condensed into one class room. Which wasn't something my friends and I minded, Andrew was fun and we were all going to miss him terribly when he left.

The rest of the day seemed like a blurr, all I could think about was the dreams I'd been having and my impending doom of detention with Dolores that night. Something I wanted to happen as much as I wanted to be eaten alive by wild bears.

I think you get my point.

I took to sitting by the lake watching the water to kill time, it was still about 3 hours till doom's time by then and I wanted to enjoy as much freedom and tranquility as I could get. "Nice out huh?" Harry said walking up behind me. I turned my head and looked at him, our eyes met and my heart skipped, "Yeah." I said as he sat beside me.

"You enjoy the lake or something?" He asked looking from me to the lake, when I nodded her looked at me, "Want to swim."

My throat dried, "I-uh-er-um...." I found myself fumbling over words, "I...I don't swim."

"Afraid?" Harry asked and I let my eyes go wide, "No!" I said to quickly and he smiled, "Come on," he helped me up and I furred my brow, "What are we doing?" I asked.

He smiled at me, "Going swimming-he can change into dry clothes after." He said, grabbed my hand and stepped in the water, walking out slowly and helping me at the same time. "Don't worry," he said and looked at me, "I won't let you drown."

I smiled, drowning around him was the least of my worries. But I figured while I had his attention, what was the need to let him know that. Soon I felt the ground no longer beneath me and he and I were in the middle of the lake, "Ron's going to kill you for allowing me to swim in the middle of Septemeber, Harry." I said and looked at him, his eyes sparkling in the setting sunlight.

"Eh," He shugged and floated on his back, both of our clothes were soaked and we were both dreading the idea of leaving the oddly warm feeling lake."I'll deal." Harry said and looked at me, "It's worth it to see you smile."

What the heck?

Did I just hear that? Like. Litterally. Did I? Or am I going insane?

I smiled and shock my head allowing wavy locks of red hair to block my face to hide my blushing. I knew he was being nothing more than a friend but I wasn't used to him being so nice-not that I minded it. I liked it, he could be nice 24-7 for all I cared. "Harry?" He looked at me and our eyes locked, "I'm glad you're my friend." I said and he tilted his head, I shook my head, "You used to look at me like I didn't exist and you know it, now you actually treat me human," I splashed him and he smiled, "Without being jerkish too. I appreciate it."

"I really don't know what came over me in 4th year, Dragon, I was a jerk, I never should have been like that to you. You didn't deserve it. You were just trying to be nice....I really am sorry about that." Harry said looking at me, surprisingly looking earnstly sorry.

I smiled and hugged him, "No more appologies for that." I said and let go diving under water and splashing him so he'd follow. He did. He grabbed my leg pulled me towards him and brought both of us up, we were both laughing hysterically-for absolutly NO reason.

"We should go in an change," He said after we finnished laughing, "We're soaking wet," he said fingering my sopping red hair, "besides it's nearly detention time." I groaned and allowed myself to slip under the water again, an arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me up, "Dragon," He teased and I smiled, "As much as we both hate it we have detention."

"I know," I said and moved my hair from my face. His arm was still aroud my waist. "Let's go." I said suddenly feel ackward being so close to him...not to mention his his arms. With that he released me and we both swam back to the edge of the lake and he helped me out. Both of us freezing in the night wind.

"Hey, Meygan," I scrunched my nose, "That is your name." He pointed out and I muttered 'I know' causing him to smile, "Can I ask you something?"

I looked at him, "Of course, Harry, you can ask me anything, shoot."

Harry put his hands in his empty pockets, "You're a girl,"

I raised both eyebrows, "Yes, yes I am."

He smiled, "Well...I figured you'd be the best to know....how do you....ask someone out."

I raised my eyebrows again, why the heck was he asking me? I'd never had a boyfriend, "What?"

"I know, it's a stupid question but like-do you know?"

"Do you have someone you want to ask out or something?" I asked looking at him.

"Yeah," Harry said and looked at me, I really wanted him to say mine name as much as I knew it would never leave his lips. "Cho." I nearly died. I expected it, I truly did but on the other hand...I didn't. I did my best to make my smile look convincing, it must have been enough because he smiled back. He was beaming.

"I wish I could help you, Harry, but..." I trailed off and tucked my hands in my pockets seeking warmth, "I've never really been in a boyfriend/girlfriend situation. You really are asking the wrong person, Andrew or Athena would be better."

Harry nodded understandably, "Thanks anyway," He said and looked at me, eyes sparkling. Was I not being obvious? I sighed as we entered the building, went to our dorms, changed and went to Dolores' office. We both glanced at eachother before opening the door-like we were afraid of what lied within. Finally I swallowed hard, stepped in front and opened the door to a room that was sickenly pink with cat plates everywhere. It was giving me a headache with only being in there for 2 seconds. Dolores stood from her desk and looked at us, "Sit down." She indicated two desks on opposite sides of the room. Harry and I met eyes again and obeyed, dreading what ever idea for detention she had. She gave us both pieces of paper and quils, "We have our own-" we both began but she cut us off, "We're using mine today." Against my will I kept my mouth shut.

I sat staring at my desk, usual detention with Snape I disliked but this, this I hated. I had to be-excuse me-Harry and I had to be stuck in the same room with this....human blush-puff-ball, just because we were trying to defend the truth and everyone Dumbledore and Harry had said. I wanted nothing more than to wrap my hands around Dolores Jane Umbridge throat and.....no...I must not think of that....it weakens me to be just as low as my Grandfather. No. I would keep my temper and take my punishment.

"Alright." Dolores said and walked over to me after giving Harry what to write, he stared at us for a minute and then looked at his paper, "Write this 20 or so times." She hand me a piece of paper with 2 or 3 lines of words on it. "Only the first line please. Perhaps this will teach you not to get out of line." Her tone was still sickly sweet but I could feel the pleasure of giving us detention within.

I looked down at the paper and felt the blood drain from my face, my throat went dry, my heart pounded, and I felt nauseous. I quickly compused myself and set the paper down with shaking hands, I took three deep breaths and glared down at the paper, I could not believe she wanted me to do this. I gently cleared my voice and glared up at her my voice harsh but quiet so Harry could not hear."I will not write this, I won't-I'm under protection of the ministry writing this would make me a walking-"

"Then dear" she turned to look me strait in the eye but I did not waffle, "cross it out after writing it. Then when you're done use your other hand to write the second group of words on your list."

I furred my eyebrow, that made no sense."Why my other-" I began but yet again she cut me off.

"You'll see" She said and I glared at her and then looked at Harry. Neither of us had begun to write. I looked down at her paper clearly written on top was 'Meygan Ann Riddle, Heir to Voldemort' and underneath was 'Angel of Darkness.' I gritted my teeth and picked up my, or more shall I say Dolores' special quill. I would obey. This time. Both Harry and I took deep breaths and began writing. Harry was the first to react, he sucked in air and dropped the quil on the desk as the words dug into his hands, he looked over at me, I on the other hand was clenching the pen in my fist and gritting my teeth hard. I glanced up at him as Dolores was looking at his hand talking to him, I glared down at my paper and continued writing as he did then after I finnished the first sentence I crossed it out-I didn't want anyone to know what I was, that I was the air to that man, so of course I did so. And that killed.

It wasn't even twenty minutes before I heard Harry get up, ready to go. He looked at me, "Dragon?" I looked up, went to speak but Dolores stopped me, "She's still got the rest of hers to do." He looked down at my hand and to my face, I moved my eyes towards the door telling him to go-if he stayed she'd just punish him more. Harry gave a sorry wave and left me alone with Dolores.

"It looks like it's going to be a long night, huh hun?" Dolores said looking at me from her desk.

I looked up at her over my writing '15 down, 5 more to go then onto the other hand' I said to myself, "No. It's not." I said and looked back down at my paper and began writing and scratching out fast, I didn't want to be around her one more second. As soon as I finnished I hightailed it out of there, she was in mid-sentence going to tell me to behave or else but I didn't listen. I ran out, down the hall, up the stairs and into the common room. It was far past midnight when I did and I didn't expect anyone to be up. I was wrong. EXTREMELY wrong.

"You okay, Dragon?" Dean said looking at me and I snapped my head towards him, brething hard after all that running. If Ron knew I was having a hard time breathing he'd have killed me.

I nodded and caught my breath finally, "Yeah, fine-what are you doing up?" I asked walking over and sitting across from me, "Harry came back without you," Dean said, "We all were wondering why you stayed behind." He looked at my hands, "Dragon," He said and picked my right hand up, the one that had taken the most toll, "your hand is worse than Harry's"

"Hands." I corrected and showed him my left hand, he shook his head, "This should be illegal." His ebony skin looked like night and day to my pale, freckled skin as he looked over my hand with care. His eyes looked up and met mine and-"Dragon?" Harry said coming down the stairs, I turned my head and was staring at my hand again, Harry looked at us-his mood suddenly changed, the look in his eyes remind me of 4th year, I went to speak but he stormed up the stairs. I furred my eyebrows. Some how I knew the Harry I loved had disapeared again, for quite some time.

"What's gotten into him?" Dean asked and I shrugged, "I don't know," I said, "he was fine earlier." Dean shrugged and continued looking my hand, I couldn't help but smile-he was one of my closest friends.

"....Dragon?"

"Yeah, Dean?" He looked up at me and then back at my hand again, "I was wondering...." he trailed off, "Well I was wondering if you wanted to go into Hogsmeade to the Three Broom Sticks or something sometime."

I raised my eyebrows, "Oh, Dean, of course-we do that all the time."

"Well...I was....I was kind of wondering if, well, maybe this time you'd want to make it like a date or something." Dean said and glanced up and down again.

"A date?" I said. I was shocked, I'd never been asked out in my life and surely I never expected to be-especially by Dean. Last I knew he had a major-head-over-heels-in-love crush on a girl in Ravenclaw....but me?

Dean laughed suddenly and put down my hand and stood up, "Sorry stupid question, forget about it, Dragon, I don't know why I said that."

I looked quickly towards the stairs, Dean and then grabbed his arm making a quick decision, "Dean," He looked at me, "I'll go with you," He looked at surprised as what I was saying as I was, "I'll go on a date with you."

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Clip from Chapter 5

Harry was shaking me, suddenly I sat up, "You've been sleeping for over five minutes," Harry whispered, "Snape looks like he wants to kill you or something." I glanced over at Snape who was staring at me. I lightly waved.

"Detention Ms. Weasley!" I could have repeated thoughs words with him I was so familiar to hearing them.

I turned to Harry, "Thanks, Harry," I said and in his eyes for a second I swore I saw the old him shine through be then he shrugged, "Eh." he said and went back to potions. My eyes lowered to my potions ingrediants. Harry was lost and so was part of me.

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Alright, with that over onto the info I was REALLY posting this for. This month is November (YAHOO! NaNoWriMo) and it's a new month. Which means, new challenge. Your first challenge, the non-writing one is to dress up as one of your book charactors (what ever one) on Monday, the 26th of November (we must take pictures because SOME of us live in different states and we need proof! lol) Now. For your writing challenge: I'm brotherhood 2.0 obessed as most of you already know :) so guess what-this is Brotherhood 2.0 related. YAHOO!

Your challenge (if you should choose to except it.Bwahahaha) is to write a verse to the Nerd Fighter Theme song (more info here http://www.brotherhood2.com/?page_id=63 like the beat and such) and then post it on the link above and become a Nerd Fighter. lol.

Take my for example:

"I'm a writing nerd I write too much
I can't see a paper and leave it blank.

My imagination goes too much;
Novels, languages, fan fictions they're all results
Of my OCD writing disorder

I'm a nerd fighter who writes too much
The more I write the less I talk!"

....yeah, I know, it makes NO sense. But. Still. Only rules, you can be the same nerd fights you just need different lyrics!

So. Yeah. That's all.

Hope you don't hate me TOO much!



♥ Katie-Bo-Baity ♥

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