Summary: Ashley and Mia have made it to their second year in the Wizarding World,while still keeping their secret safe.Everythings goning along just fine.Until Ashley starts falling down in pain whenever Mias around. This couldn't have anything to do with some old friends of theirs...could it?!

Prolouge: Searching

Angele Gracja Głupota got out of the white car that her friend, Angi Nen Kokkei had been using, and looked up at the big gray building infront of them. "You sure this is the place, Angi?"

Angi climbed out of the car, pushing her purple glasses further up the bridge of her nose. She squinted at the building, her shoulder hunched, and teeth clattering from sharp coolness of the rain. "Yeah. Dreary enough. Come on." She walked ahead of Angele, her black skirt billowing behind her. Damn it... Stupid rain...

Angele sighed in frustration, then looked back up at the building. Dreary? Yes...that's a good word. She picked up herot, careful not to step in the mud that the grass all around her was bound to be hiding. She lifted the leg of her black pants, and stepped down, instantly sickened a loud squelching sound. She grimaced. "Ew."

Angi spun on the heel of her black boot and took Angele's hand, pulling her out of the mud-hole. "Seriously, Angele. How'd it look if we were late. To this of all things?"

She glared at her friend, sniffing indignantly, "You don't think I know what?!" She clentched her fists, the peice of paper in her hand crumpled. She opened her hand and saw the cursive handwriting that had caused tears in some eyes, confusion in others.

Please join us in remembering the lives of Ashley Mauvais Burgany and Maria Pollison Azure.

After being missing for almost nine months now, they have been presumed dead.

We are saddened by the fact that these letters have any need to be set.

Your attendence would be a great comfort to both families.

Thank You,

The Parents of Ashley Mauvais and Maria Pollison.

Angele sniffed, and sighed as her tears blended in with the rain that was falling onto the paper. Angi was begining to feel rather uncomfortable. People crying...didn't bode quite well with her.

"Come on." She murmmered, turning away from Angele, a sad look on her face.

Angele started forward, but then stopped.

Angi looked at her.

"A...Angele? You coming."

"We gotta go to their houses."

"What!? Why!?"

Angele pulled on her hair slightly, causing some to stick up at the sides. "I don't know! It's just...it feels like the cops mighta missed somthing. Ya know?"

"And you think that two seven-teen-year-old girls can find something that they can't?"

She nodded. "Well...yeah."

Angi felt her eyes widened. "You want to break into your dead friends mourning parents house? Because you think that the Police missed something?"

She nodded again. "Why? Is that bad?"

Angi shrugged, "I'm not your mom. I can't give you any yes or no's on moral judgement. But, whatever. You wanna miss the funeral, okay. Let's go."

Angele gave her a sad smile. "Thank You Angikins."

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I pounded my head against the cherry wood table in the corner of the Gryffindor Common Room, causing many first-year eyes to fall on me. Maria glared at them. "Wha? You haven't seen a girl bang her head aginst a table before?!" They all just blinked at me. "You heard me! Scatter!"

I groaned, and pulled Maria to me by the front of her shirt, she made a yelping sound, and shrunk down. "YOU?! Made Head Girl? YOU?!"

She plucked the red and gold pin from the front of her shirt and handed it to me. I read and re-read the large letters that boldly stated Hogwarts Head Girl. Scoffing, I shoved it back at her. "Well, that's jsut wonderful. Absolutley WONDERFUL! You're the Head Girl Vampire Princess who lands the hottest guy in Hogwarts, and I'm the Grade-Getting Werewolf with a smexy Bookworm."

She grinned. "Yeah. Pretty much."

I sighed. Then sat up. My eyebrows were furrowed. I felt weird. Like there was a sensation in my heart and stomache at the same time. It didn't hurt...but it certainly wasn't pleasent. I looked at Maria, to see if she'd noticed. She was rubbing the bringe of her nose, a sign that she was uncomfortable with something. She looked at me and offered a small smile. "Disturbance in the force?"

I nodded. "Yes, Luke. I belive there was."

It was back, this time, with a vengence. It actually caused me to double over in pain. Maria looked panic stricken. Obviously, it had not hurt her that time. I clutched at my heart and stomache, groaning in pain.

she stood up, looking worried. "D..Don't worry! I'm getting Remus! He'll know what to do!"

As soon as she was gone, the pain ended. A sudden thought entered my head. "Hey, Mia?"

She re-entered, "Yo?"

I clutched my stomache as the pain returned. "Damn it... Nothing."

When she left, I crawled back into my seat. What...the fuck...was that about?