*Gasp!* Yes! You are seeing this right! Project Raven: Updated! *Cowers from angered but joyful fans* I know, I've taken forever to update it, but I couldn't help it! I swear! Writer's block hit and you know how horrible that can be, right?

Wait! Before you ready your fingers to type up flames from the bottom pits of hell. I do have one more excu- explanation! I wanted the first chapter of year two to be worthy of Raven's second year. How could I write anything less? So I hope I've done it justice.

Here you go, fresh out of my demented mind, Chapter Ten, Year Two. Enjoy!

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"Talking"

'Thinking'

"Dragon Speak"

Chapter Ten

Year Two

Don't bother coming home. How could such a simple, hastily scrawled sentence cause so much pain? Pansy held the slip of parchment in her bleeding hands. The wounds were from the owl that had brought the letter. One of her fam- -her tears renewed with vigor- one of the Parkinson's most vicious owl. It had shown her hand no mercy when she had untied the hard knot from the note. She knew her fath- Mr. Parkinson had purposely done it, just to cause her pain. Pain she deserved for losing everything over a stupid duel.

Don't bother coming home. Where would she go now? Certainly not to her master's. -How she hated her master, even though the collar pained her for thinking such thoughts- and she certainly couldn't stay at King's Cross or Diagon Alley. She had only two galleons to her name. Her family would have disowned her by now and blocked any access to Gringotts. She was truly alone.

Don't bother coming home. How many times had she read over that sentence now? Ten? Forty? Each time brought more pain and yet she could not stop. She knew she deserved it. She was now no better than a mudblood. Worse, she was no better than a house elf. How did everything go to hell? She wasn't suppose to lose to a mudblood; she wasn't suppose to lose everything.

Don't bother coming home. What was she suppose to do now? What about food? Shelter? Pansy began to sob again. Her tears fell onto the paper, blurring the words. Not that it mattered, she had the four words completely memorized. She knew she would never forget them, though she wished she would. Pansy crumpled it in her hands, ignoring the wounds' protests. She tossed the note that brought her a new hell into the garbage.

"How pathetic." Pansy's eyes instantly went to the voice. It was a man, one with hazel eyes and black messy hair. "You think just because your parents left you, that it's the end?" His eyes were cold.

"You know nothing." She sneered through her tears. He backhanded her. She fell to the floor; she had no strength to get up. She was physically and emotionally exhausted.

"Pathetic." He repeated. "Your parents hate you, you are bound to another, you are completely alone, and you sit here and snivel?" She said nothing. "You have no right to your magic."

"You're right." She said, her tears no longer falling, though it was not from lack of trying. "I don't deserve magic. I shouldn't be a witch."

His smirk went unnoticed. "Yes. I know I am. However, would you change it? To become worthy of magic again?"

She would give anything, to have it all back. "I cannot. I am bound to a mudblood. I'll never be worthy again."

"And if I say I have a way to break your bond?" He said.

She looked up at the man, who was leaning against the wall. "Can you?" Pansy didn't care how desperate her voice sounded.

"I can. However, I do nothing for free. I am in need of a test subject, one that is willing." He was now leaning over her fallen form. "If you bind yourself to me, become my slave instead, you'll be free from Raven."

"How does that work?" She asked, hoping he wasn't lying.

"One contract can override another." He said.

"One master for another." Pansy said, but to be free of her master… "Please." His smirk did not kill the slim hope she had gained, no matter how sadistic it looked. Anyone was better than her current master. The man grabbed Pansy and apparated.

Raven gasped as she shifted for the twentieth time that night. Her body burned with hot fury. Earlier, she had noticed blood coming from between her legs; she knew that it was her period. She could deal with the blood and the pain, but the heat… The heat was unbearable. Her eyes had changed color too, one orange, the other black. A strange mist had began to form around her.* However the cold fog provided no relief for her. She shifted again, making a low growling noise, one similar to a dragon in heat. She gripped the bed sheets as another wave of heat passed through her again, the mist became thicker, and anything that had moisture became frozen. The glass of water on her nightstand shattered. Raven hoped she wouldn't stay in heat for to long. Another wave of heat went through her. She didn't think she could take it.

It took a week for her heat to be over. Raven never wanted to go through it again. Her mother was worried, but she had convinced her not to tell anyone. If it had gotten to the wrong ears… She didn't want to think of it. Yes, she was powerful, but she doubted she could last long enough against a full wizard like Albus Dumbledore, especially if he could cast a patronus. How she hated those beings of light.

Peck, peck, peck. An owl was at her window. She let the bird in, even though it was nervous to be in her presence. It stuck out its foot; a letter was tied to it. As soon as she untied it, the owl wasted no time in flying off. Raven unrolled the note. It was simple, no longer than four words.

1274 Saint Mary's Cemetery.

Raven smirk grew into a true smile. "I've found you."

She had told her mother that she was invited to Draco's house for the rest of the summer. Which was true, starting the day after tomorrow. She had asked for Draco's help in finding an old… friend. He did it with ease, though he wondered why she would care about a muggle. She gave him no explanation and asked for another favor. She needed an alibi and asked if he would say she would be staying at his house for the rest of the summer. He had agreed, saying she actually could, he would be expecting her in a week. Raven could not object. She owed him.

But before then, Raven sat with her back to a grave located in 1274 Saint Mary's Cemetery. The concrete was rough on her skin, but she didn't care. In fact, she couldn't be happier. "I've finally found you again." She looked up to the rainy sky, not really seeing it. "I was so sad when they took you away from me." Her eyes slid shut. "And so angry, mother couldn't even look at me." She growled. "You've always caused trouble, Jack, even in death." Her right hand rested on the shovel beside her, already damp with rain. "You were my first you know. I had never killed another human before you. All of the others, they meant nothing, I didn't even take prizes." She stood, with the shovel in her hands. "Did you think I wouldn't come back for you? That I would let you rest in piece? I know, Jack. I can see your soul, still attached. You couldn't bare the thought of moving on could you?" Her eyes became black. The rain turned to ice. She aimed the shovel at the ground and began to dig.

An hour later, only a quarter of the way down, she began to sense another soul. She looked up and saw a familiar black snake. "You found me again. Who are you? I've never sensed your magic before and your soul hides from me." She frowned. The snake flicked its tongue, silently mocking her. She sneered at him and went back to digging.

Suddenly, she felt a pain in her shoulder. The snake had sunken its fangs into her. Before Raven could even do anything, she became weak and dizzy. "You… Bastard." The snake transformed into a man, but his form was too blurry to see who he was.

Raven blacked out.

When she came to, it was still dark, or perhaps it was dark again? Who knows how long she had been lying in the half dug grave. She let out of hiss of pain as she moved her bitten shoulder. Looking around, there was nothing in sight. She felt the fire stir with her anger, but she grabbed the shovel again. She came here for a reason. Raven could do nothing about the snake-man. For now anyway.

Three hours later, she hit the casket. She hit it repeatedly until the lid broke. Raven reached inside and took out Jack's skull. She smiled at him. "Welcome back, Jack." She brushed off the dirt gently, not wanting the skull to come to further harm, at least until she could cast an impervious and unbreakable spell on it. After casting a scurgify, she held out her wand to summon the knight bus, just like Draco had instructed her.

One long, bumpy, and annoying ride later, she was standing outside of Draco Malfoy's home, in the middle of the night. She sighed, what a first impression this would be. At least she wasn't covered in graveyard dirt anymore. She began to walk up the hill. Raven wondered why she even agreed. Of course, she knew why. She may be part dementor, but she was also part dragon, and dragons were creatures of honor. It demanded nothing less. Sometimes, just sometimes, she hated being a monster. Especially when she lost control. She noticed she stopped moving. She ruthlessly crushed her feeling of nervousness. What reason had she to be nervous? She had killed a man in an alley; she had tortured and devoured the soul of a giant spider! She shouldn't be nervous of meeting Lucius Malfoy!

Lucius Malfoy. She knew he had worked with her father. Perhaps that was why? He had been one of the people who raised her mother, who was probably there when she was born. He knew her father. Yes, Selw- -Her two halves growled- Her teacher knew him too, but something was now off about the man, not only the way he acted before she had left, but also how her two halves now responded. Pity they couldn't speak.

Again, she crushed any emotions. Ever since she had her period, she began to feel her emotions more strongly. She continued moving, allowing her thoughts to go blank. It was so much easier to think nothing. When she reached the door, a house elf was already standing there. It was a pathetic little thing, with bulging eyes and floppy ears that had old wounds on them. His fingers were in a similar state. "You's being Rose Dursley?"

"Yes, I assume everyone is already asleep?"

"Yes, miss. I's showing you's to your room." He led her up the staircase, passing many moving portraits as he did, each seemed to stare at her as she passed by. She stared back with equal silence. "Here's you are miss. Call on Dobby if you's be needing anything."

She shut the door, not bothering to change and crashed on the bed. Her shoulder continued to throb, just as it had done since she woke up. It mattered little though and Raven fell asleep.

End of Chapter Ten, Year Two

*The mist appears when dementors are breeding in cannon. However, I thought it would also happen when they are ready to mate, sort of like a signal to other dementors.