Authors Note - WARNING THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SWEARING

You said I could talk to you Padfoot, so here it goes.

Harry has been entered into the Triwizard Tournament. Some younger Slytherin's are already planning on making these badges, something about "Potter Stinks".

I know that Harry is your Godchild, so what should I do? Plan on this double agent thing and pretend to follow the Slytherin's and hate Harry, or do I show support? How closely related are we? I am very confused about the whole situation Padfoot.

On other news… Dumbledore asked me to sing at the Ball on Christmas Day. I'm so excited, but don't tell anyone, the Ball is a surprise to be announced later on.

I hope all is good with you. There is a Hogsmeade trip coming up this weekend. Maybe we can meet up?

Yours Truly

K.B

I tied the note to this brown and black spotted owl. He squawked at me before spreading his wings and taking off out the Owlery window.

"Today Class, we are going to be learning to change this Dragon Statue into a real Dragon" Professor McGonagall said to the class.

I looked at my dragon statue in front of me. I can predict some burning flesh or at the very least some burnt hair.

"The incantation is Draconifors" Professor McGonagall continued.

I withdrew my wand and almost uttered the incantation with there was puffs happening all over the classroom.

"Think of Fire and Flame when trying to transform the statue!" Professor McGonagall hollered to the classroom.

"My Hair!" a girl from the back of the classroom screamed.

Told you.

I pointed my wand at the statue and thought about a camp fire. The warmth of the fiery glow.

"Draconifors" I muttered.

My Statue engulfed in flames and the statue slowly twitched and a red and black dragon cracked its way out of the statue and started eating the concrete pieces of its old self.

"Very Good Ms Black" Professor McGonagall commented as she walked past my desk.

I smiled, but it was short lived with my Dragon decided to spit a ball of fire at my face.

I smell burning flesh.

Told you.

The bell rang to dismiss class. I wanted to go wash my face before the next class, so I quickly ran out.

I walked out of the washroom without soot all over my face when I realized that I forgot my book bag. I walked back up to the transfiguration class and pushed the door open.

My mouth dropped.

I saw Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall talking at her desk. His hand was on top of hers and it looked like they were deep in conversation.

Professor McGonagall looked up and saw me standing there. Snape followed her gaze and saw my standing there too. He quickly removed his hand from hers.

"What is it you need ?" Professor McGonagall asked me calmly.

I stood there still starring.

"Ms. Black?" She asked again

"I forgot my book bag" I managed to say threw a tight throat.

I walked to my desk with my head down, quickly grabbed my book bag and walked out of Transfiguration class without them seeing two tears fall down my cheeks.

I ran up to my room and slammed the door shut.

I pounded my fist on the door as more tears exploded from my eyes. I started sobbing as I turned my back to the door and slide down it, landing on the ground.

I starred at the floor, my vision blurry.

Chance came to me and rubbed his body against my leg. He started purring and nudging me with his head.

"I was a fool Chance" I sobbed petting the top of his head softly.

Chance let out a soft meow

I slammed my fists on the floor, making Chance run to the bed and stare at me.

"I should have fucking known he didn't like me the way I did" I screamed to my bedroom.

I held my face in my hands, trying to hold back my tears.

I stood up and grabbed my potions textbook and threw it at my window. Glass shattering like my heart. Pieces of window littered my desk.

Chance wiggled his way underneath my blankets.

I grabbed my bottle of perfume from the dresser and threw it at my mirror. Watching a thousand pieces land on my vanity. My hair brush, make-up, pictures and jewellery glittered with the pieces of mirror combined with the tears falling from my eyes.

My tears beat my knees to the floor.

I couldn't breath

I couldn't speak

I couldn't see

I felt numb

I felt weak

I felt stupid

I finally managed to get myself to calm down enough to maintain at soft sobs and a few tears.

Chance testing his luck, came back to me and lay down next to me.

"I can't believe I loved him Chancey" I whispered to him.

He looked up at me with his bright green eyes and meowed.

"I can't believe I actually thought he could even love me" I said to myself.

Chance nudged my again with his head.

I curled up with him on the floor. Unable to pick myself up with the heavy heart I hold within.