"Who is is?" asked Ionia.

"It's Christina!" Andrea gasped, and pulled open the closet door to revile her. And in fact, there she was, standing there with a defiant frown on her face. Ignoring her, Andrea grabbed her arm and pulled her along with them, despite her protests. "Come on we all have to escape Voldemort!" she yelled. "And I'm not going to leave you behind!"

Just then, they heard a strange sound coming around the corner behind them, and Harry yelled.

"Quick! Hide! It's a Death Eater!" The seven of them quickly filed into another closet (Horgwarts was very intricate, and absolutely riddled with closets, secret passageways, and other things). It was very squished, but they had no choice. Christina was still yelling, so Andrea quickly pushed her down on the floor and held her down.

"Hey! What are you doing!" She yelled. "What's going on? What about Voldemort? Why did you grab me?"

Andrea spoke in what she hoped was a sotting voice. "Listen, it's okay. Just stop squirming and let me explain."

"I can't, you're lying on top of my and holding me down!"

Andrea reluctantly got up from on top of Christina, still worried that she would try to run and expose them all. "Listen you need to stay in here with us, because we think Voldemort is out there, or if not, it's a dangerous imposter. Okay? That's why I grabbed you, because I didn't have time to explain what was going on, and I didn't want you to get hurt."

Christina grumbled, but seemed to accept this as an answer. She got up from the floor, holding out her robes, which were wet and dripping.

"Why are your robes wet and dripping?" Crow asked. Christina avoided his gaze and shrugged.

"Were you outside in the rain?" Hermione asked.

"Yes." Said Christina reluctantly.

"But why? You must be very cold, and you need a change of clothes." Andrea was concerned. It was the middle of December, and she didn't want the third-year to get hypothermia.

"It's none of your business, okay?" Christina Snaped. "Why do you care anyway?"

"Listen, I am getting very tired of your attitude towards my friends!" Crow threatened, holding up his fists menacingly. Christina, unperturbed by the black mowhawk, didn't back away.

"No, Crow!" Andrea cried, grabbing his hands and holding them down. "There's no reason for that! We can't start fighting, we have to stick together!" Crow reluctantly agreed that he was right.

"I just wanted to protect you. You are my best friend." He mumbled, and Andrea hugged him because she knew.

So the six of them waited in there, for what seemed like days on end, waiting for something, good or bad, to happen. No one dared speak for fear of alerting the Death Eater posse that could be anywhere in the school, or even Voldemort himself.

Andrea hoped that the rest of the school was okay. If everyone else had obeyed Voldemort's message, then they would all be sitting on the floor with their wants on the ground next to them, completely helpless. She sighed. She knew what she had to do.

"Okay, you guys, even though I am normally comple.tely peaceful in nature, I've decided that we need to fight back." Everyone else agreed whole heartedly.

"Let's get ready to kick ass!" Crow cried, jumping up. Andrea pulled him back down onto the floor.

"Not yet," she said. "We have to go over our strategy first." Suddenly, Christina snorted.

"Oh so you're gong to lead us? Great. What does this say about our "strategy" to fight Voldemort if our "leader" can't even read or write?" There was total silence in the closet for a moment, then Ron, Harry, Hermione, Ionia, and Crow all began shouting at once.

"What are you talking about?"

"Don't start this again?"

"You're nothing but a prejudiced, bigoted hypocrite!"

"What's your problem?"

"No wonder everyone hates you!"

Andrea suddenly stopped them, because she noticed that Christina was getting tears in her eyes (but she would have stopped them anyway). "STOP!" she yelled. "Can't you see what you're doing?" But it was too late. Chrstinas had already gotten up from the floor and was making her way towards the door.

"Wait, Christina. You can't leave!" pleaded Andrea. "Listen. I know you didn't mean it. Just because I have dyslexia doesn't mean that nothing is wrong with my brain. You know that, and you know that I'm just a normal person like you. I'm not mad, so can't you just forget anything you or they said?" Christina was crying now.

"No! It's too late! I hate everyone,and they hate me! So I guess I am good for the world, then!" still crying, Christina ran at the door, threw it open, and disappeared past the threshold- quite possibly right into Voldemort's waiting arms.