A/N: THANK YOU ALL FOR READING THIS. I'm an amateur writer who does not beta my chappies so it comes out horrible. I'm happy right now. This chapter was also really hard to write so sorry for the long delay... Without further ado, enjoy!

Disclaimer: As always, Harry Potter does not belong to me. Sniff. FRED! TONKS! LUPIN! SIRIUS! Sniff.

Chapter Seven

"Oi, wake up." I was shaken awake by someone. I swatted the hand away angrily and mumbled incoherently.

The hands came again, shaking me roughly. I let out an angry noise and instinctively lashed out at the annoyance using my legs. My foot collided with someone who let out an "oof-" and then there was a thump. The person I kicked muttered something that sounded like an "ow…" and I felt something stir guiltily within me. I forced myself awake and was greeted by the sight of a dark haired girl sitting on the floor with a disgruntled expression on her face.

"S-sorry! Sorrysorrysorry! I tend to get umm…violent in the mornings or when I sleeporwhenIwakeupsorryareyou alright?!" I rambled, waving my arms wildly.

An annoyance flashed across her tan features briefly before settling into a blank slate. "You know, you'll do more good by helping me up and not acting like an idiot," she deadpanned.

"Oh r-right," I said sheepishly, pulling her up to a standing position. While she dusted herself off, I observed her.

Her dark hair was cut into a bob and her skin was an olive tone, something I admit I may be a little jealous of. Just a little. Perched on top of her button nose was a pair of black spectacles with rectangular-shaped lenses. Her average and slouched stature made her look shorter than she is and she was also wearing the Hufflepuff robes…

"AH. I forgot about lessons! Stupid-" I cursed at myself, practically leaping out of bed and grabbing my robes from my trunk before whizzing past my roommate -I'm assuming she is- and into the bathroom. I hurriedly brushed my teeth, washed my face and changed into my school robes at breakneck speed, only slowing down at the yellow-black tie where I fumbled with it and then burst out of the bathroom, grabbed my comb and dashed towards the shared dresser and started to furiously brush my blonde hair into a ponytail.

Once all that was done, I grabbed all my necessary books for the day and shoved them into a black carrier and declared myself ready to go. Slinging my bag across my torso, I walked towards the exit.

Only to be stopped by the bespectacled girl. She stood in front of the doorway, blocking the exit, with an irritated expression on her face.

"Geez what are you, an old lady? No scratch that, even my grandma can clean up faster than you," she sighed. "And neater, too," she added.

I felt a surge of anger which I quickly stamped down. Curving my lips to a pleasant smile, I said, "Good morning to you too, and I think I look neat enough, considering I was rushing, though I can't say the same for you."

The girl frowned but said, "My name is Eleanor Treereal. Just call me Eleanor. No nicknames or I'll punch you. It gets confusing with two Treereals here so don't call me by last name."

I hummed in response, only half listening by then. I feel like I forgot something… Neville's remembrall would be useful right now.

I glanced around the room and my gaze landed on a pocket watch lying in my trunk. Merlin, I don't know what I would do without my watch.

Eleanor and I left the room after my mad dash for my watch("It's just a watch. Close your trunk!") and we went up for breakfast. Apparently everyone else was already at the Great Hall except for a few and my other roommates went ahead while Eleanor stayed behind to wake me. I guess she's okay. First impressions don't mean much once you get to know the person, right?

The Great Hall was buzzing with noise, the giggling and chattering of students echoing throughout the hall. I winced at the loudness but soldiered on towards the Hufflepuff table.

"Hey," I heard Eleanor shout above the din.

I jerked my head to indicate her to speak.

"What's wrong with you?"

I blinked in confusion. "What do you mean?"

Eleanor huffed impatiently. "I meant, why do you keep flinching at the noise? I noticed that yesterday too. It's not even that loud."

"I have sensitive hearing," I said.

"What are you, a princess? An overpowered witch?" she rolled her eyes. "Gee, I know you're a 'direct descendant' of the Malfoy line or something, but super hearing? Merlin, that's so cliché," she said snootily, adding quotation marks when she said 'direct descendant'.

I frowned and willed myself not to snap at her. Didn't she hear a thing I said? "I said sensitive hearing. Not enhanced hearing. There's a difference, you know," I snapped, unable to hold back the anger and annoyance I felt. Well, that came out meaner than I had intended.

I forced a small smile at her to soften the blow. Wouldn't want to make enemies after all.

"Yeah, whatever."

I bristled at her remark. Okay Drinah, calm your beard down. No need to make a fuss about a small matter. This is no small thing! the voice in my head protested which I pretended not to hear.

Eleanor and I sat down at the Hufflepuff table. She sat beside another dark haired girl while I slid in between her and a sixth-year boy. Or fifth. Meh.

"Drinah, meet your other roommates. Adeline Rosebloom," she pointed to the girl beside her, "and Hailey Lightfish." she pointed to a blonde across her.

"Ah, nice to meet you," Adeline said politely, a small smile on her face.

"Hi! I'm Hailey! Let's be friends!" Hailey chirped from across us. I raised an eyebrow at her…cheerfulness in the morning.

"Don't mind Hailey. She's always bubbly. There's no turn off button for her," Eleanor sighed.

I cracked a smile at this. "Let's eat," I said to Eleanor. Our breakfast was french toast, scrambled eggs, sausages, mushroom soup, bread and butter pudding, pumpkin juice, and some others I did not recognise.

Mm this is good.

"What do we have today?" Adeline asked. I swallowed my food.

"We've got double Potions with Ravenclaw first, Defence Against the Dark Arts, Herbology and then Transfiguration," I recited.

Hailey squealed. "I can't wait for lessons! Though I don't really want Professor Snape, but this is gonna be awesome!" Hailey bounced up and down on her seat. "Oh! Oh! And double DADA!"

"Do you know," Adeline started, "That the DADA position is rumoured to be cursed? Not a single professor that took up the teaching post has lasted more than a year."

Hailey's eyes grew as big as saucers. "Wait!" She half-yelled. "Why is it cursed? And is that Goldilocks man with that yucky face the new DADA professor? He looks really...weird," she finished lamely.

"Hailey, it's not nice to insult the new teacher," Adeline scolded. Hailey ignored her.

A new voice spoke up from beside me. "I heard that an ex-student cursed the position when he was refused it."

Ours heads turned towards the speaker and I cringed. I was hoping he wouldn't speak but then again luck is never on my side.

"It's just a rumour, nothing to worry about," Cedric reassured with a charming smile. "That professor with a 'yucky face' is Professor Gilderoy Lockhart. He's famous but personally I think he's a bit of a dunderhead."

Hailey giggled at this while Adeline frowned disapprovingly. Eleanor noticed this and smirked.

"Does little Adeline fancy the new professor?" She teased.

Adeline's face took on an alarming shade of pink.

"Yes! I mean - no - that is - so what!" She cried out. Eleanor cackled at her reaction and Hailey and her continued to tease her mercilessly, all the while Adeline's face was steadily taking on a reddish hue as she tried and failed to dissuade Eleanor from thinking she fancied Goldilocks. The moment was so adorable that I found a smile creeping onto my face.

"Well, I believe we should head to our classes now," Cedric said. "It was nice to meet you all. Good luck on your first day!" He waved goodbye and sent a smile our way before leaving.

Agreeing with Cedric's decision, we gathered our things, took one last sip of pumpkin juice(rather, Hailey downed everything like she was drinking butterbeer), and we navigated our way to the dungeons.

After getting lost about three times("Ya know what they say: third time's the charm!" Or so Hailey claimed), we finally arrived at the potions classroom. Hn, I'm getting strange vibes right here.

Professor Snape was already at the front of the classroom, his cold and calculative gaze surveying those in his holy presence.

Mind the sarcasm, thanks.

There was a long period of silence and general sombreness, as if we'd just entered a funeral parlor. I felt shivers up my spine. I knew we weren't late, one minute early in fact, but that stare - I decided to arrive at class at least five minutes earlier in the future.

Well, at least we weren't the last. Hailey and I cautiously proceeded to our seats, as if a single misstep might incite the Snape-Snake to pounce on us. As we sat down, we heard the extraordinarily loud pitter-patter of panicked footsteps headed for our classroom.

A girl with messy blonde hair and a scrunched-up expression tripped into the classroom and fell flat on her face. Her books spilled out of her hands. Calmly, she gathered them up again.

"Tempus," she casted, and, upon seeing that she was early by a second, greeted Professor Snape with an unbothered smile. "Good morning Professor!"

Professor Snape had a dark look on his face, and looked like he was about to spit out some poisonous retort.

"I was attacked by a dreadful swarm of Nargles this morning. They stole my books and shoes, and after searching through their nests, I was able to recover my potions books but my shoes were unfortunately eaten."

With that, she glided to her desk with a dreamy expression on her face. I noticed she was shoeless. And it appears that Galen, her seat partner, is on friendly terms with her.

Silence. It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Professor Snape sneered. "And these… Nargles are the reason for your unpunctuality Ms…?"

"Lovegood," Luna chirped.

"Your paltry excuses are invalid. Even a complete, utter, dunderhead would know that Nargles simply do not exist. Detention at four o'clock in the afternoon this Friday, I believe, Ms Lovegood. Do try to be punctual this time," he said silkily.

Luna frowned. "But Nargles are real! They're creatures that possess humans and feed on their unhappiness, trying their best to make others unhappy too so that they -"

"This pack of Nargles wear blue at the moment I presume?" Professor Snape said sharply all of a sudden.

Luna was positively delighted. "Why, yes!"

"I see," he said in a contemplative tone.

I was barely listening at this point, instead choosing to take note of the potion master's profile, noting with slight amusement how he still has the same hook-like nose and dark and stringy, greasy-looking hair. Mentally, I made a note to myself to never come into close contact with him, especially his hair.

I tuned back in to hear him say, "I can teach you many things about the art of potion-making - if you aren't as big a bunch of idiots I usually have to teach."

Well, no wonder his hair is like that. No offense, that is. Mother always said that hair is one of the most telling traits of a person. More importantly, a stressed person. Somehow I'm not surprised that Professor Snape is this stressed. Poor guy having to deal with all the 'idiots' that melt or destroy their cauldrons left and right. I wonder if Professor Snape tears his hair out secretly. It would explain his… lack of hair. Not that he's bald, of course, but you know what I mean.

"Today, you will be working on a simple potion to cure boils," Professor Snape continued. "I expect decent potions when you are finished. If you follow the instructions, there should be no incidence. What are you staring for? Get to work!" Professor Snape barked out the last part.

Everyone jolted in shock and rushed to gathered the necessary ingredients for the making of the potion. I waved at Galen who was sitting Hailey, my seat partner, hummed cheerfully while her hands darted left and right, snatching ingredients quickly and efficiently and made her way back to her seat beside me.

"That was quick," I commented. Hailey just smiled.

We started work immediately, wanting to complete the potion before class ends.

"Next, add four horned slugs." I did as instructed, eyes focused on the stirring of the mixture.

We continued on like this for the rest of the lesson; her reading the instructions and preparing the ingredients, and me adding the ingredients to the cauldron and stirring.

"Add the two porcupine quills - wait! Take the cauldron off the fire first!" Hailey warned. I jerked my arm back before I could add the porcupine quills that would cost us everything. I was aware of Professor Snape eyeing us from across.

Arms shaking slightly in effort, I removed the cauldron from the hot fire and gently lowered it to the table. Hailey and I let out a relieved sigh and exchanged small grins. I proceeded to drop in the porcupine quills. Hailey finished the potion with a wave of her wand and we filled a small bottle with our potion. She handed me the bottle, silently telling me to hand in the potion to Professor Snape. I grimaced but strode as confidently as possible to the professor. I saw Hailey give a thumbs up to me from the corner of my eye and I huffed. She should just do this herself, tsk.

As I was nearing the professor, I had the urge to pick at my fingers. The look he was giving me… It was as if I was just an annoying bug. No, that's not it. The look was so cold and dark. Like bottomless pits of plain darkness. I felt goosebumps and shivered ever so slightly.

"Uh Professor Snape, here's our - here's our potion. For the boils. The cure." I slapped myself. Mentally. Way to go for first impressions, Drinah. You sounded like a complete moron out there. Just kill me already - oh wait.

"Yes, Miss Malfoy. I was not aware that I was... retarded. Nor that you were, for that matter," Professor Snape drawled, staring down at me. "If you want to speak, do try to get your points across clearly and efficiently, lest you become a blubbering fool and cause unnecessary misunderstandings."

I felt the eyes of everyone on me and I blushed in mortification and embarrassment and perhaps a hint of anger. How could he humiliate me in front of everyone like this? Stubbornly ignoring the lump in my throat and the burning feeling rising from the pits of my stomach, I plastered a small smile on my face.

"Haha, sorry Professor Snape. I'll - I'll keep that in mind." My expression became that of a sheepish and chastised child. Satisfied, he snatched the bottle from me, took one look at it, and pocketed it.

Taking that as a dismissal, I scampered back to my seat, trying to ignore the burning holes into my back.

"Well," Hailey began hesitantly when I plonked myself down on my stool. "That went... splendidly!"

I stared incredulously at her. "Splendidly? More like horribly! I'm doomed! My future is doomed, my social life is doomed, my interactions with Professor Snape are doomed. I'm dead!" I wailed, burying my head into my folded arms.

Her oh-so-helpful response was to poke my forehead and say teasingly, "interactions?"

I shot her a dark look in response.

Walking out of the potions classroom later, I did not notice the confused look cast at me by a certain blonde-haired girl.

DADA passed by rather uneventfully. Lockhart's class was exactly like I had expected. Boring, boring, boring. All he did was talk about himself and his 'glorious achievements' and I could not help but doze off. Herbology was interesting, though. The first few minutes of the lesson was spent on the do's and don'ts when in the greenhouse, like every other lesson when you first enter the lab. Today, we learnt about Asphodel and its uses and prepared a powdered root of Asphodel per pair. Kind of reminded me of a mix of Home Economics and Biology. I also found myself taking a liking to Professor Sprout. She was kind and had this warm and friendly aura around her and was also really good at teaching. I admit that I did poorly in academics, especially my Math and Sciences in my previous life. And even though I was prohibited from doing any form of exercise(including taking the stairs, which was ridiculous and overkill) I had always longed to be able to jump and run like the others and wished to be able to tumble and flip like those gymnasts. In fact, had I been able to be like a normal, healthy, child, I'm certain that I would have done much better in the physical aspects than academic.

I would say I was a borderline average student, scoring C's without studying, and on the rare occasions that I did study(read: when the test is important or my parents out for my blood), I usually scored B's and occasionally A's. But then again, my definition of 'studying' is cramming information at most three days before the test.

...Yeah, I really hate studying if you haven't figured, or I'm just really lazy. Take your pick. Either way, I died and now I have to take more tests and- argh. Take my soul now, please!

"What do you think we're learning today?" I whispered to Eleanor. She gave me a shrug and I turned my attention back to Professor McGonagall. Rather, what was supposed to be Professor McGonagall, as sitting on the teacher's desk was a tabby cat that was watching us like a hawk. She was still, the only sign of her being alive was the flickering of her eyes. Basically she looked like the petrified version of Mrs Norris.

Mrs Norris 2.0, I thought and had to keep myself from giggling. Noticing my shaking body, Eleanor turned to me with an unimpressed look, silently ordering me to chill out. The tabby cat jumped down from the desk and materialised into Professor McGonagall, eliciting gasps from everyone except Eleanor and I.

"Ooh dramatic entry," I snickered to myself and Eleanor smirked.

The professor began an introduction to transfiguration which I tuned out unintentionally for a while. Instead, my gaze drifted around the entire classroom with my mind on a vacation to 'Mount Random Music'. By the time I realised I had tuned her out, the lecture, uh... I mean the introduction, was already over. She drew her wand from a magic compartment in her robes and turned a match which she had procured from within her robes into a needle.

"In Transfiguration, there is a lot of theory involved. Do not expect to wave your wand and instantly succeed in transfiguring it."

Oh, snap. There's theory, I grimaced.

"And theory," Professor McGonagall went on, "is what we will be touching on today for the majority of the lesson. We will be turning matchsticks," she gestured to the matches on her table, "into-"

She waved her wand and every single matchstick turned into sleek and thin bodies with sharp tips and silver hues. "Needles," she finished, and with a flick of her wand, the needles returned to their original form.

"Show off," a Hufflepuff behind me muttered. If Professor McGonagall heard him, she didn't react.

"Now, I expect you all to jot down what I say. There will be no repeats. If you need clarification, seek me out after the lesson."

With a sigh, I resigned myself to an hour of hand cramping, brain mushing and slapping myself awake.

"Magic is not just about feeling, imagining and your emotions. There are also the laws of Magic and the amount of Magic poured into and out your wand to remember. Too much Magic, and you may end up with something entirely different while too little… do not be surprised if your 'needle' is just a well decorated piece of wood. The laws of Magic is the most important in all types of spellwork. They are the 'rules' and make up the existence of all things magical and should not be taken lightly. Play around with it, and you can count yourself lucky that you only lose a limb or two.

In Transfiguration, we will focus on the laws of Magic, the volume and filtration of Magic and making it obey and bend to your commands. Now, for turning your matchstick into a needle successfully, you have to…"

After what seemed like hours has passed, we finally got to the wand-waving component. Beside me, Eleanor narrowed her eyes in concentration, and with a flick of her wand, her matchstick turned into-

"Merlin, what is wrong with this piece of - ugh!" Eleanor growled in frustration. I stifled my laughter when I saw that her matchstick had sagged out of shape and was a strange shade of colour.

She scowled at me. "Since you think this is easy, why don't you do it?"

"That is not a very good idea… I was only half listening you know. You did much better," I cringed.

Eleanor huffed and said, "Just do it already!"

I bit my lip and pointed my wand towards the matchstick. "Just so you know, this is not going to work…" Concentrating on the tingling feeling, I directed my Magic to flow steadily into my wand and attempted to 'filter' it before releasing it.

We stared at the matchstick.

"...Are you sure you did anything?"

"Of course!" I cried out.

"Maybe we should ask Professor McGonagall," Eleanor suggested.

Professor McGonagall rounded on us when I raised my hand and shot us a questioning look. After we explained the situation to her, she sighed.

"How did you feel when you 'filtered' your Magic?" she questioned.

"It felt like trying to break a wet soap bar in half and it keeps slipping out of my grasp."

"And how did you control it?" she pressed.

"It… I grabbed as much as I could and pushed it out of my wand."

Professor McGonagall seemed as if she wanted to wring my neck.

"You were supposed," she stressed the last word, "to imagine what you wanted and release all your Magic steadily out of your wand. Clearly, you were not paying attention. Try again," she demanded.

I focused intently on the flow of my Magic, pushing it out slowly, and conjured an image of a needle. Eleanor and I gaped.

Lying innocently in front of me, was a needle in all of its silver and pointy glory. Professor McGonagall even looked, dare I say it, smug about what I just accomplished. The feeling of accomplishment was rather short lived, however, as Eleanor pointed out, "your needle does not have a hole. You forgot the eye." I groaned at this.

At the end of the lesson, only Adeline and some other Ravenclaw managed to transfigure a perfect needle.

It was while making my way to the Hufflepuff common room a week later when I encountered the Weasley twins for the first time since arriving at Hogwarts. They ambushed me and one of them slung an arm around my shoulder while the other smiled at me with a glint in his eyes.

"Hey Forge," the boy blocking my way said.

"Yeah, Gred?" the burden resting on my shoulders replied.

"I think it's time we take up on this little lady's offer!"

"You read my mind, Gred!"

When George's arm refused to move, I slumped slightly and said exasperatedly, "what do you want?"

"So glad you asked, little lady! Today, we will be giving a certain sneaky rat a taste of his own medicine! I absolutely cannot wait to see the look on his face! It will be priceless! Magnificent! Marvelous!" Fred crowed.

"What do you say, little lady? Not that you have much of a choice, I mean," George sniggered.

"Drop the 'little lady' and I will join you willingly instead of screaming bloody murder." I finally shoved George away from me.

"Deal!"

Heart hammering against my ribcage, I cursed my stupidity. Why, oh why had I agreed to this again?

"This way!" Fred whispered, dragging me into a small corner with George close behind.

A sparkling and colourful Filch cursed angrily with his eyes darting everywhere for a sign of us. It was hard to miss him even though it was rather dark due to the neon colours splashed across his clothes, hair and face. Not to mention how shiny he is.

After Filch had stomped away, I commented, "Thanks to us, he's a great catch," cracking us up.

"Not that he would ever know it was us, you mean. Such a shame… it was my finest creation." Fred hung his head dramatically.

We looked around cautiously before slipping out of our hiding place, incase he was still around. When Filch didn't reappear, we heaved a sigh of relief. That is, I sighed in relief while the twins fistbumped triumphantly.

We turned into another corridor while on the topic of Quidditch, our voices bouncing off the walls. Truth to be told, ever since the flying lessons with Madam Hooch, I had been planning on joining the Quidditch team, especially since Draco was in it. The twins were just explaining the rules of Quidditch and other interesting tidbits.

Then, I saw it. I paused in my tracks and stared in horror, clenching the twins' robes in my hands and stopping them.

"Mrs Norris…" I choked out. Fred and George paled.

Written in red(it's not blood, it's not blood) was a warning.

'The Chamber of Secrets has been opened. Enemies of the heir...beware.'

Poor Mrs Norris… she was just an extra emoticon.

Shouts drew our attention to the opposite of the corridor.

"I told you, I heard something! It came from here!" A harried 'Golden Trio' stumbled into the scene.

"Wha…" Ronaldo trailed off.

"Mrs Norris!" Hermione cried out. "What happened?"

As if they finally noticed us, Harry echoed Hermione's words. "What happened here? What is the Chamber of Secrets?"

As I opened my mouth to answer them, I heard more footsteps. Ah, it has begun, I thought.

"Enemies of the heir, beware!" my brother cackled gleefully. "All you mudbloods better watch out!" he sneered. Then he noticed me.

"Drinah? What in Merlin's Beard are you doing here? Why were you not at the Great Hall?" He frowned and took in my appearance. Then he saw my companions and frowned even deeper. "What are you doing with them?" he spat, glaring at Fred and George who were flanked beside me.

I was saved from having to answer when Filch appeared. Distractedly, I noticed he had managed to clean off the worst of our prank. "WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?" he bellowed.

Students jumped and backed away from Filch, allowing him to see Mrs Norris' frozen state. His eyes bulged and his face turned a dangerous shade of purple.

"WHO- WHO DID THIS?! My poor Mrs Norris… OWN UP!" his eyes roamed crazily, taking in everyone present. Then he noticed Harry Potter and company.

He snarled and pointed a gnarled finger at them, or more specifically, Harry. "You… you did this! I'll kill you! I'LL KILL YOU!" he roared. Before he could commit murder, Dumbledore and his lackeys strode forward.

Dumbledore clasped Filch's shoulders firmly. "That is enough, Argus. Bring Mrs Norris to Madam Pomfrey. We will sort this out."

Filch conceded after seeing the stern warning in Dumbledore's eyes and, casting one last murderous gaze at Harry, he hurried off while cradling Mrs Norris' stiff body against his chest. Turning his cool gaze onto the students, Dumbledore demanded we return to our dormitories at once. The students left reluctantly while I rushed off as fast as possible with a goal in mind.

This… this should have never happened. It wasn't supposed to!

'It has to be here, it has to be here.' I chanted this sentence in my mind like a mantra. I had dashed to my room and immediately started tearing it apart, looking for the book that started everything. The book that should have done nothing.

Cursing the dust for my watery eyes(it is the dust. I'm not crying… I didn't fail), I sifted through my belongings, double and triple checking everywhere. I know I placed it under my mattress. I don't leave something like that lying around in plain view; it's too dangerous.

"Bloody book!" I growled in frustration, "I should have burned you while I could!"

I tripped on something and landed with a 'thump'.

I lied sprawled across the floor for some time.

"Th-this can't be ha-happening…" I whispered, ignoring the cracks in my voice.

I had one job.

And I failed.

"How pathetic is that? I'm a Malfoy, and failure is not an option. So how did I fail so badly at such a small task?" I laughed at myself. "Silly me, how can I think of saving anybody, if I couldn't even keep that one bloody book to myself?"

I felt tremors of footsteps coming in my direction and I hastily wiped away any tears and rushed to clean up the mess I made.

I groaned to myself. 'Mess' is the understatement of the century.

When my roommates entered the room, they found me burrowed underneath my blankets with the curtains around my bedpost drawn shut.

They left me alone, which I was thankful for. Yet, I couldn't ignore the disappointment and sadness welling up inside me, and the guilt eating me whole for the person who fell into the hands of Voldemort.

Because really, it was all my fault.

But I intend to fix this. I'm a Malfoy and I may be prideful at times, but I will fix this. Malfoy's don't cry over spilled milk and give up just like that.

I'm determined to find that blasted notebook and when I do, it'll get a piece of me.

...Not literally, though. I am not keen on having my soul eaten up.

A/N: ARE YA'LL HAPPY? I UPDATED! :D AND I HIT 5k WORDS! I know, I know, it's really little. But meh.

Okay, I know a lot of you don't read A/N's but I just want to say that I may take a long time to update, especially with exams around the corner. After exams, I'm probably gonna slave away like you want me to. And I have this awesome idea(more like three) but it's not gonna be revealed just yet. It's also an SI coz I'm crazy bout that. Hopefully ya'll will look out for it! It's my greatest idea evah! Unfortunately or fortunately, depends, it's probably gonna be an OC x Tom Riddle fic but that's all I'll reveal. In fact, I'm going to start on it right now.