I hope this chapter is satisfying!! I was contemplating whether or not to continue this story since I didn't have much of a plotline... but I decided to at least continue the chapters that I had already outlined, and THEN make up my mind on whether I should discontinue this or not. Anyways, sorry that this chapter is so short after such a long wait, but like I said... second thoughts and all that.

Enjoy.

I walked down the hall looking for the room that Neville had found for the DA meetings. I had probably been down this hall at least 3 times but I still can't find the "Room of Requirement." I sighed and stopped for a few seconds. Turning my head I chose a random door and walked in. It was a bathroom... presumably a girl's bathroom.

Good job, you found the girl's washroom.

Oh shut up would you?

"What are you doing here?" said a young girl's voice.

Oh shit, I though.

Haha, look what you've gotten yourself into now.

"I'm sorry, I was looking for this room and I walked in here by accident! I didn't mean to come into the girl's washroom!" I excused myself quickly.

"It doesn't matter, it's abandoned anyway."

"Oh." I looked up at the speaker and was surprised to find I could see through her. "A ghost?" I suddenly remembered the poor dead girl haunting my room back at home.

"That's right... I'm Myrtle," she smiled.

"I'm... Todd," I smiled back, albeit nervously. She floated around, humming to herself. I couldn't tell where she was anymore, as she had disappeared behind some doors and the echo in the room kept me from pinpointing where her voice was coming from. Suddenly, her voice came from behind me.

"What are you still doing in here?" she asked, a bit aggressively.

"Well, I'm lost..." I answered. "What are you still doing here?" I asked, and she snapped her head around to look at me angrily. "You know... I mean... not, moving on or whatever."

"Oh. Oh." The girl with black pigtails looked away and sighed miserably. "I used to be a student just like you. I was lost too. There were kids making fun of me, they wouldn't leave me alone."

I clenched my fists angrily. I knew what it felt like to be bullied into seclusion.

"I ran into this bathroom blindly, I was crying so much. Then I heard a sound come from over there near the sink." She pointed to the sink mentioned. "All I saw was a flash of red eyes, and then I died. Just like that."

"Just like that? But how come?"

"It was a Basilisk, a giant snake that kills you if you look into its eyes," Myrtal explained, floating over to me quickly and looking me in the eye. I stepped back and swallowed. "But it's gone now, Harry killed it. He's such a nice boy." She giggled and then disappeared into one of the toilets.

"Harry killed it," I whispered to myself.

One of his great heroic tasks I presume.

Shmee's voice knocked me out of my stupor and I walked out of the bathroom and ran into Harry.

"Todd, there you are mate. I was just headed up to the Room of Requirement," he greeted. I stared at him in a new light. Of course, it was one thing to hear the rumours that went around about Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived. It was however, another thing entirely to hear the actual story from a victim.

"Yeah... I was looking for that... got lost," I replied.

"Well then it's a good thing I found you," he smiled and patted me on the shoulder.

XXX

"Once you're in battle," Harry explained to us, "you won't have time to think up a strategy, or weigh your options before making a move." I saw a few heads nod; many people were concentrating very hard, as if their very lives depended on Harry's words. "The spells have to come immediately. They have to be second nature. Of course, before sharpening your reflexes, you have to first perfect your spell casting; it'll make things much easier." Harry looked at each face in turn, scanning the crowd to see the reactions. "We'll start with the basics: the disarming spell."

Hermione and Ron were chosen to demonstrate, and brunette blew the red head into the wall before he could get a syllable out of his mouth.

Really, who wasn't expecting that?

Shmee, please stay quiet when we're around people; we don't know how many of them can hear you. Don't mention my name either, I don't think they can hear my voice; only yours.

I got no reply, and was worried that I may have offended him, but at least he had listened to me and no one had noticed him.

"Todd, do you want to try?" Harry asked.

"Hmm? Um... sure..." I stepped up in front of Harry and got my wand out.

"Concentrate Todd."

"Right."

"...expelliarmus!" we shouted at the same time. The spell hit my hand knocked the wand a few feet away from me. My spell hit Harry square in the chest and he flew back, but was still holding his wand firmly. I stared, speechless. Harry got off the ground and brushed himself off.

"Of course, you need to aim around the wand too," he said with a laugh in his voice.

"Right..." I said, smiling at myself. I went to pick up my wand and everyone began to practice with their partners.

XXX

Nny watched TV while he drank his CherryDOOM slushie. Suddenly there was a knock on his door. He really didn't feel like dealing with this right now. The wall was soaking with fresh blood, there was no need for any more murders tonight, and he was in a bad mood after seeing her again.

He put his slushie down, to avoid spilling it, grabbed a knife and walked over to the door. He swung it open and was about to decapitate his visitor when he realized who it was. It was Squee's friend, the one who was always smiling. What was she always smiling about? There was never something worth being happy over in this world.

"Um... Nny, was it?" she asked.

"What?" he asked, venom in his voice. He didn't care if she was Squee's sister herself, he really wasn't in the mood to deal with someone so chipper.

"I was just wondering... where Todd is?" she said, nervous about being alone with Nny. He was alright when Todd was around; he liked him. He really didn't seem to like her, though.

"Squee? I dunno. He probably left somewhere with his parents." The madman was about to slam the door in her face, but she put her foot in the way to keep it open.

"Can I... Can I hang out here for a bit?" she asked, in an odd moment of bravery.

"Hang out here? Why?" Nny asked, shocked that anyone would want to hang out with him. Even Squee was afraid to be along with him. Of course, the girl did look terrified, she wasn't smiling anymore. "...sure..." He didn't know why he let her in. He still doesn't know to this day. No one had told him too; no one had told him not too. He was in charge of his own life, and he had just felt like it.

The girl walked into his house, and looked around, taking in the walls covered in scratches and dried blood, the boarded up windows, the torn and ragged couch, the broken old TV that still seemed to work... her eyes finally landed on Reverend Meat.

"What are you doing here, little girl?" asked the hideous figurine.

"Me..?" Flic asked, shocked that an object was speaking to her. She looked around at Nny to see if he had heard. He looked angry.

"It's none of your business why she's here. I let her in. It's my house, not yours." The dark haired maniac took the figurine and threw it into a room closing the door behind him. He looked over at Flic suddenly and she jumped. "You heard him?"

"Yeah... I hear a lot of things." She shuffled her feat. "I hear Shmee talking too." She walked over to the couch slowly and sat down. Nny followed her lead, and sat as far away from her as possible. After a long awkward moment of silence, he finally spoke up.

"So why are you looking for Squee at such a late hour?"

"I... I wanted to get away from home," she said. Nny didn't answer. "My uncle died, and my mom was crying; that's okay, I expected that. But then she saw me, and she smiled... and cried at the same time. I don't think it was real smile; it wasn't. But she was forced too. Everyone around me is." Nny listened intently. "Everyone gives me smiles that they don't wanna give. It's like I steal their happiness. But not you, or Squee... You guys are different." She smiled.

Nny looked down, taking in what she had said. It is unknown what possessed him to ask such a question, as it completely shattered the mood, and was out of context, but, even so, Nny asked,

"You're a girl. You know about dating and such, right?"

"Wha?" Flic looked up, wondering where that had come from. "Well... I guess..."

"There is this girl, should I ask her out?" Flic smiled at his bluntness.

"Well, you obviously like her if you want to ask her out, right?" Nny remained silent. "Is she worth your time?"

"She's better then the rest of the horrible superficial woman I see everyday. She's smart. She can hold a great conversation; I don't feel like tearing her eyes out with a spork every time she says something. "

"Then yes," Flic replied, pausing a little to wonder about his expression.

"But what if she doesn't like me back?"

"There are other fish in the sea," Flic swung her legs. "I think I should leave now. I'll see you." She smiled, and for once Nny wasn't sickened by it. She left.

Nny woke with a start and fell off the couch. A dream; or a memory. He had fallen asleep while painting the walls. He growled angrily. He hated sleep. But at least the clean and newly painted walls were proof that he hadn't imagined Flic coming over earlier.

XXX

Many days passed, and many meetings of the DA were held. I was greatly improving with my spell casting, and I found that I am just as entranced by fire as Shmee is when Harry taught us a spell that starts fire. I suppose it wouldn't hurt to learn a few more fire spells.

One particular day, we were practicing a few new spells when we heard banging on the wall. IT got louder and louder, until finally, a wall exploded and there was Filch, Umbridge and a few Slytherins looking at us smugly. We were caught. Everyone was given detention, and the leaders of the DA were taken to Dumbledore's office. A girl named Cho Chang was also taken with them; apparently, she was the one who had ratted us out.

I guess this is the end of the DA

I was wrong. A few days later, Harry called a few of us back and told us that he had had a vision about his godfather being in trouble.

"Are you sure about this Harry?" Hermione asked.

"Have your 'visions' been right before?" I added.

"They have!" he exclaimed.

"But only once Harry! We can't stake everything on this!" Hermione reasoned.

The girl has a point. Shmee agreed.

I saw a few pairs of eyes shift around, to find the source of the voice, but then they got back to the matter at hand.

"Hermione, you can stay here if you want to, but I'm not going to stand by and watch Sirius die!" Harry shouted.

Eventually, after much bickering, we all got ready to depart. We got on the black skeletal horses that had pulled us to school on the carriages and flew off to the Ministry of Magic.