Another incident of conjoined chapters. If a singular person's thing is long enough than they'll be alone and stuff.

Disclaimer: no money is being made from this story b/c I own nothing. If I was making money from this it wouldn't be on though I do love this site and it makes me smile.

Lalalalalalala….and cart-wheels….

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

DRACO

I sat on my bed quietly as Snape unpacked our things. He didn't seem to care whether or not I helped. I didn't care either. I didn't want to help do anything, especially go through a bunch of shit that reminded me of the bastard who bought it.

I stared at a picture of my mother I always had in my pocket. It was from when she was young, in her school days. She was smiling. It was the only picture I had of her smiling. I couldn't remember if I had ever seen her smile. I didn't blame her if she never did. I didn't think I ever smiled either, as far as I can remember.

"I never told her I loved her," I said, not meaning it to be aloud.

Snape stopped and turned to me.

"Draco, you need to pull yourself together," he said. "Your mother's dead and there's nothing we can do."

"Yeah, but I could have stopped it. I know…there had to be something I could have done."

"There was nothing, Draco. Your father was…well…."

Oh, fuck no! He wouldn't dare defend him!

"My father was a fucking bastard!" I snapped.

Snape remained silent. He seemed loss for words. I didn't care. Let the coward worry about me. As far as I was concern, no one cared about me….

No one could care about me….

I began to hear a bustle of commotion from down stairs. I faced the door to my room, deciding on whether or not to check it out. Who else was supposed to be coming here?

"That sister of Potter's must be here," Snape huffed unpleasantly. "Like we need another one."

Sister? So Potter really did have a sister. Great, another claim to fame for the great Chosen One. I wished people would shut up about him. The paper put that no-one-cares story about the Potter-girl on the front page, while the story about my mother's death got moved to page nine. Did Potter fucking own the Prophet now or something!

Good thing he didn't. Because if he did every page would have something about him right down to the kind of socks he wore.

But, none the less, I was curious. I wanted to see what this girl looked like, if she was really anything to get work up over. Most likely she wasn't. Anyone associated with Potter wasn't. Except maybe Weaslette. She had this attitude about her, though she wasn't too good-looking, in my opinion. I guess that's what she gets for being a blood traitor. And Granger wouldn't be so bad if she wasn't a Mudblood.

I crept out of the room while Snape continued unpacking. He didn't spare me a single glance as I walked through the door. I stepped down the stairs as stealthily as I could, and then peeked over the stair rail.

A red-head girl pulled out of an embrace with Potter. She smiled with the other members of the Golden Trio and Weasel's older brothers. I saw her bright hazel eyes from afar.

"Hey, Karry," Weasel called as the red-head hung her coat, "do you play wizard's chess?"

The red-head folded her arms. "You seriously think you can take me on?"

The others laughed heartily. Why is it every time I see these idiots, it's like something out of a fucking book about perfection and happiness and rainbows and shit like that?

So, that was Potter-girl? She didn't seem to look like Potty at all. Her skin was a tone darker, her hair was dark red and her eyes were hazel. She smiled more than he did. He was always upset about something. Attention craving drama-king.

That was another thing. Her aura was different than his. It wasn't about the attention, it seemed. It was more about just having people care about her. Potter was always "Dark Lord," this, "My scar," that. She didn't do anything draw attention to herself. She seemed to draw people naturally. I give that a week.

But probably the most stunning and surprising thing about her was that she was actually extremely pretty. Whoever thought Potter's Mudblood mother could make something like that! Too bad she was Potter's sister. He'll probably poison her brain to be his little lackey or something knowing him.

Or, hopefully, she'll have the guts to tell him to fuck off.

GINNY

Karry was everything I had hoped she'd be. She was sweet, funny and very pretty. She and Harry didn't look much alike, but they might have had the same ears. I wasn't really paying attention to that kind of detail.

Ron and Karry sat at his wizard's chess board. Karry was actually really good at it. I was quite amused that Ron was having difficulty.

"Check," Karry called for the third time.

"God, what do they teach you in Ireland!" Ron said as his rook pummeled Karry's bishop to get him out of check.

"Actually I learned to play this when I was in Japan," Karry replied.

"Even worse," joked George.

"What was it like in America? In New York?" Hermione asked. "I'm sure it must have been fascinating."

"Forget fascinating," I said. "I bet you had those American boys eating out of the palm of your hand."

Harry's eye twitched a bit. How cute! He was already protective of Karry.

"Well only a little," Karry replied with a giggle. "But those boys are so unbelievable. They meet a girl from outside their country and they go nuts!"

"I hear Quidditch is lame over there." Ron said, his last knight coming up on Karry's queen.

Karry eyed Ron irritantly. She began to roll up the sleeve of her green shirt to revealing a dark, rounded mark around the side of her elbow.

"Bloody hell," Ron gasped.

"What happened there?" asked Harry.

"This is from a Bludger hitting me at about 80 miles an hour," Karry replied. "Broke it clean in half. Bone went right through the skin. And, unfortunately, America has a very Muggle-ized magical population. Don't like using magic unless it's extremely needed." She looked up at Ron again. "The Beater who gave me this was this bully who would do anything to get on top. After the game he looked at me with no remorse. Filthy cheating inbreed." She smiled to herself. "I still caught the Snitch though."

"What's an inbreed?" I asked in confusion. I looked around. No one else seemed to know what it was supposed to be either.

"It's an American term," Karry replied. "American's are really into pride and honor. So for all those snot-nose wizards who think they are so pure blooded that they can call everyone else Mudblood, they thought of a come back. If their so pure-blooded, then they should take pride in being an inbreed."

"Seems like stooping down to their level," Hermione said.

"I call it justice," Karry remarked.

I was beginning to already see the difference between Harry and Karry. Harry would never think of stooping down to that kind of thing. However, the comeback Karry spoke of sounded justified to me. If they are that pure of blood and are so proud of it that they insult everyone else, "inbreed" should be a compliment.

Harry graciously changed the subject before Hermione had a chance to start a lecture.

"You still caught the Snitch with a broken arm?" Harry asked.

"Didn't you?" Karry asked in turn.

I think what Harry was trying to say was that it was eerie how the same event happened to them. Though not exactly.

"It happened in my fourth year," Karry continued. "Just rough play, is all. I don't think anyone really hated me until last year."

"Why was that?" Harry questioned.

She took a deep breath. "Do you promise to believe me?"

We all nodded.

Karry sighed. "Well, first of all, the headmaster knew I was coming to Dubius and saw my record. He immediately sent a letter saying I would be made Quidditch Captain of any house I was sorted into, since they don't pick the captains and such til after the sorting because so many transfers are being made lately. This made a lot of the students in my house pretty upset, because of something about not having a female captain for the past ten years. So, I was already shunned."

"Already?" Hermione asked.

"You mean there's more to this?" I added.

Karry sighed. "Loads."

"What house did you get into, anyway?" Ron asked, cutting Karry off as she was about to continue her story.

I'm sure Hermione and Karry were joining in looking at Ron impatiently. None the less, Karry answered, "Hector House." She looked at Harry. "Home of the brave." She looked at us again. "Now can I continue without being interrupted again?"

I grinned at her. She had an aura of leadership, but different than Harry's. Harry was more the quiet, advisory type. Karry was the influential and ordering type. I liked her attitude.

Now would that balance Harry out, or cause a family feud?

How many think Draco is right and that Karry will tell Harry to fuck off?

I love Ginny. She's cute yet fiery and mischievous. She and Karry are going to be real good friends, obviously, b/c they admire each other.

As a warning, the girls in this story will most likely parallel the Marauders. I bet u can guess already who's who.

And now…Submitus Reviewus!