Disclaimer: I do not own any characters, settings, etc. you may recognise from the Harry Potter universe or the Smallville universe. I also do not own the song 'Run, Don't Walk' by Hey, Monday.

"I am restless and I keep trembling. Everyone watch me as I descend into a feeling that is overwhelming me. I've finally stopped, stopped making sense. I can't stop talking to myself; I'm a desperate cry for help."

The next morning was Sunday. Dianna had tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep. Harry hated her, for no apparent reason. She had never experienced such nastiness before. She used to be popular. And now, there was someone that couldn't stand her in a school where no one really liked her.

Sleep finally arrived in the early morning and when Dianna eventually woke up, it was lunch time. The dormitory room was empty, and she walked around slowly, making her bed and showering, indulging in spending time by herself. She didn't want to see anyone. She didn't want people to label her, now that they knew she was actually rich. It would change people's perceptions, she knew it. Snobbishly, she thought that at least at her private school in Metropolis, almost everyone was privileged like her.

She snuck through the common room, avoiding the eyes of everyone, and headed out towards the lake. Dianna leant against the stocky trunk of a tree, facing the glistening water and pulled her cell phone out of her pocket, dialling Oliver's phone number. It would be early morning back in Metropolis.

The phone rung quite a few times before Ollie finally answered. "Dianna?"

"Hi, Ollie!"

She loved speaking with her older brother. She told him all about Hogwarts, strategically missing out the detention and the horrible Harry Potter, but putting his fears to rest by telling him that she was finally settling in.

Dianna enquired after Metropolis, after Chloe and the rest of his friends, after work, and then she asked about Bart. He still hadn't replied, and it was constantly on her mind. This was when the conversation dimmed.

She had noticed that he had been quiet throughout the conversation, sounding distracted and withdrawn. And as soon as she mentioned Bart, it had gotten even worse.

"Look, Di, I have to go. You're coming home for a weekend soon, right? Love you, sweetie, I'll write you soon, okay?" And then he had hung up.

Dianna just looked at the phone, the word 'Disconnected' flashing at her. Why was Oliver being so weird? Was he shutting her out from something?

Now she knew for sure that Oliver was hiding something from her. The thought had been playing around her fears for a while. Firstly, Oliver sent her away from Metropolis, a whole continent away. Secondly, it had been so blatantly clear that he was hiding something from her. Oliver rarely hid anything from her. She never really asked about business or anything, but if it was something important, he would tell her. Thirdly, she hadn't seen Bart for a while before she left and he still hadn't replied to her email. It had been too long. Far too long for him to have been away on business.

What was Oliver hiding from her? What was really happening in Metropolis?

Dianna grunted in frustration and returned to the Gryffindor dormitories.

Later on, Dianna was studying on her bed in silence. None of the girls had been up to disturb her, which she was thankful about. However, this was soon broken. The door opened and Hermione slipped through, looking sheepish.

"Dianna, can I please talk to you?"

Dianna nodded, clearing some books off the bed to give Hermione a seat.

"I can promise you now, Dianna, we haven't told anyone about you being rich. Honestly. Harry just let it slip by accident! I really don't know why he is being so horrible!"

Dianna could see the sincerity in her eyes and smiled weakly. But she had to ask.

"Wait, he let it slip? How long have you known, Hermione?"

Hermione ducked her head nervously. "A while ago, I couldn't help but think that I had heard your name before, so I had a look through some old Muggle newspapers. The only information I could find was that you're a billionaire heiress. I got the feeling that you weren't comfortable telling people, so I only told Harry and Ron. Only, of course, Harry blurted it out yesterday. But it's okay, because I made Ginny, Fred and George promise not to tell anyone." She was still eyeing Dianna apprehensively.

Dianna smiled at Hermione's kindness. "You're a true friend, Hermione." She reached over and gave her a hug. "Thank you."

Over the next few weeks, Dianna began ordering copies of the 'Daily Planet', Metropolis' daily newspaper. She scanned the pages eagerly for any information that might tell her what Oliver wasn't revealing, but there was nothing. It was frustrating. The paper was widely covering LutherCorp's latest venture. LutherCorp was the business run by Oliver's rival, Lex Luthor. Dianna didn't take in any of the information.

Thankfully, the people who now knew that she was actually rich hadn't told a soul. She was very grateful to them all, even Harry, the most likely to divulge the information purely to annoy her. The twins had made a few jokes about it but she took it easily. Diana was even more thankful that the group rarely brought up the information. It put her at ease to know that it hadn't changed their view of her at all.

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