A/N: Sorry for the delay my dear (if few) readers! I was about halfway through the chapter when I came up with an AMAZING idea. (At least I THINK it's amazing…) There's something DRASTICALLY different about this chapter and I'll name it in the bottom A/N so PLEASE read that. You should totally review because it's really hard to write in English but I'm doing it anyway because I love you guys and I'm pretty sure half of you don't know German so… Yeah… Anyway, here's your chapter, hope you like it :)

We get to Defense against the Dark Arts and Ron, Hermione, Harry, my sister and I claim a table in the middle of the Gryffindor side of the room as soon as we enter the classroom. My sister immediately pulls out a Muggle notebook and pen and starts drawing a random, but beautiful, pattern of swirls, lines and dots.

When Professor Snape gets the room's attention, she doesn't look up. Snape tells us something about silent whatever and goes on about God-knows-what. It takes three times before I realize he's talking to us.

"I'm sorry, what?" I ask, startled. The class laughs.

"I said," Snape tells me, "that I assume you and your twin will want to work together?"

I freeze.

My sister freezes.

Her hand falters in its pattern across the once-white page.

She pauses.

Her pattern picks up again.

Not once, not ONE TIME at all, did my sister look up.

"I-I," I stutter, "I-if you d-don't mind P-professor, I'd like to w-work with H-hermione…" My voice is barely above a whisper and I try to pretend I don't notice when my sister flinches.

Violently.

"Alright…" Snape says slowly, noting her reaction to my quiet, nervous words. She shuts her notebook quickly, shoves her things in her bag and, head down, without looking at anyone, she flees the room.

Without me.

The rest of the class passes with all of us avoiding the topic of my pissed-off, hurt beyond belief, sister who, at the moment, is probably in tears at the moment. As soon as class ends, I run to the dorms at top speed, not bothering to be careful.

I get to mine and my twin's dorm and open the door carefully. I see my sister.

Curled up on her bed.

Her iPod blasting Evanescence at top volume.

Eyes squeezed shut.

Arms clutched around the stuffed bunny that she only brought out when she was in too much pain to handle.

Shaking.

Covers drawn.

Crying.

My heart breaks in two and I slowly walk over to her, kneeling by her head. I gently reach forward and wipe away a tear that's making its way down her beautiful, perfect, angelic face. Her eyes stay closed but she turns over in her bed, murmuring go away in her smooth, silken, quiet voice. I climb up in the bed with her and wrap my arm around her waist. She stiffens for a moment before relaxing into me.

We fit perfectly together.

Over the next several minutes, I manage to coax her into giving up her iPod, opening her eyes, and turning around to face me. I open my mouth to apologize but she cuts me off.

A/N: Sorry for the short chapter… I needed to stop here for a REASON. I promise.

Okay. So, obviously, my writing style was different in this. I used shorter paragraphs, less descriptions, choppier sentences, less pronouns, a *slight* obsession with describing her sister's perfection, etc. Some of you may have guessed the reasoning of this already but for those of you who haven't:

THIS IS IN ELLA'S P.O.V.

So, PLEASE tell me what you're thinking. Hate it? Love it? Want me to write more chapters like this? Want to crucify me? Whatever your opinion is, PLEASE tell me! I WELCOME flames. They tell me what I did wrong and how I can improve.

With love,

Kari