A/N: Hey, guys! Another speed update! This would be the third day in a row. Yep, very proud of myself. I'm going to attempt to give you guys a good chapter this time. I'm going to address a review that I got from,

Mira SeverusSirius Black-Snape: I'm not done with the Harry/Tori fighting yet. There will be more than just that little spat. I have more ideas in mind than just that. :)

I only got four reviews last chapter, but then again I really didn't give much review time. But I'm still happy with the amount that I got so far. More this chapter maybe? Yes? Haha, anyway.

A special thanks to: Mira SeverusSirius Black-Snape
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Disclaimer
: I do not own Harry Potter or any of its characters. I only own Tori and Gabe. :) I also don't own the lyrics to "Hit the Lights". They belong to Selena Gomez, and whoever else helped to write it.

=^.^=

It's the boy you never told 'I like you'
It's the girl you let get away
It's the one you saw that day on the train
But you freaked out and walked away

It's the plane you wanna catch to Vegas
Things you swear you'd do before you die
It's the city of love that waits for you
But you're too damn scared to fly

Hit the lights
Let the music move you
Lose yourself tonight
Come alive
Let the moment take you
Lose control tonight

It's the time that you totally screwed up
Still you're tryna get it out your brain
It's the fight you had when you didn't make up
It's the past that you're dying to change

It's all the money that you're saving
While the good life passes by
It's all the dreams that never came true
'Cause you're too damn scared to try.

Hit the lights
Let the music move you
Lose yourself tonight
Come alive
Let the moment take you
Lose control tonight

It's a mad, mad world
Gotta make an escape
It's a perfect world
When you go all the way
Hit the lights
Let the music move you
Lose yourself tonight

"Hit the Lights" - Selena Gomez

*Tori's POV*

"I took your necklace to Professor McGonagall," Hermione said, sitting with me on my bed. It'd been two days since Christmas, and Hermione said that she would ask Professor McGonagall to check out my necklace for harmful charms or curses.

"Alright, thank you Hermione," I said softly.

"I also told McGonagall about Harry's Firebolt," she said, looking down at her hands. As if on cue, Blossom jumped up onto her lap, making her smile a bit. I swear that cat is psychic. I smiled at the two of them.

"You know, that's not going to go over well with Harry. Or Ron. Or Oliver," I said, smirking at the thought of Harry getting angry. I still consider him one of my best friends... and he has every right to be angry... but who cares? I'm angry at him, for being angry at me. Childish? I don't care.

"You look way too happy about that," she said, giving me a look.

"Oh, I am. Don't worry. I'm on your side. As angry as I am at him right now... I don't want him to die or anything," I said, blandly.

"I can sense your concern," she said, dryly. I grinned and picked Crookshanks up off the floor.

"Your cat is so fluffy," I said, randomly, making Hermione laugh... loudly.

=^.^=

Later, Hermione and I were sitting in the common room, on some comfortable chairs, her reading a book, and me talking with Dean and Seamus.

"So, what's going on with you and Harry?" Seamus asked. I knew Harry heard, seeing as he turned his head slightly towards us.

"Just... a misunderstanding," I said simply, and Harry snorted. "Something to say?" I asked, annoyed.

"Why don't you tell them the truth?" he asked.

"Because it's between you and me. It's none of anyone else's business. Didn't know you like people knowing what's going on in your life. True celebrity right there," I said, snidely.

"Shut up!" he shouted.

I smirked, happy that I got a rise out of him. Hermione only shook her head at us. Dean and Seamus, only lifted their eyebrows at me and looked away. I sighed.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Professor McGonagall enter the common room, glancing at Hermione and I, then heading straight for Harry, who had once again taken out his Firebolt, and was looking at it with Ron.

"So that's it, is it?" she asked, starting at the Firebolt. "Miss Granger has just informed me that you have been sent a broomstick, Potter," she said. I looked over at Hermione who had buried her face farther in a book, trying to hide herself. I saw Harry and Ron both look over at Hermione. "May I?" McGonagall asked, taking the broom out of Harry's hands. "Hmm. And there was no note of any kind, Potter? No card? No message of any kind?"

"No," he said, blankly.

"I see...," she said. "Well, I'm afraid I'm going to have to take this, Potter."

"What? Why?" Harry asked, standing up.

"It will need to be checked for jinxes," said Professor McGonagall. "Of course, I'm no expert, but I daresay Madam Hooch and Professor Flitwick will strip it down -"

"Strip it down?" Ron asked, looking at McGonagall as if she were going mad.

"It shouldn't take more than a few weeks," said Professor McGonagall. "You will have it back if we are sure it is jinx-free."

"There's nothing wrong with it!" said Harry, his voice shaking slightly. "Honestly, Professor -"

"You can't know that, Potter," said Professor McGonagall, quite kindly, "not until you've flown it, at any rate, and I'm afraid that is out of the question until we are certain that it has not been tampered with. I shall keep you informed," she said. "And Miss Black, I have your necklace here," she said, reaching into her robes, pulling out the box that my necklace came in. "Nothing wrong with it, and nothing was on it except for a few protection spells."

"Thank you Professor," I said.

"Do you know if your brother received anything unmarked as well?"

"I haven't talked to him yet," I said. "I'll ask tomorrow."

"Be sure that you do," she said, leaving the common room.

"What did you go running to McGonagall for?" Ron shouted at Hermione.

"Don't yell at her like that Ronald!" I shouted back at him.

"You stay out of this," Harry said. "Where did you get that necklace Victoria? Your dear old dad?"

"Shut up, Potter."

"Because I thought - and Professor McGonagall agrees with me - that that broom was probably sent to Harry by Sirius Black!" Hermione shouted over us, sending me an apologetic glance. I waved it off, and continued the glaring match I'd been having with Harry.

"Hang on. Tori, who'd you, get that necklace from?" Ron asked, taking the box from my hands and opened it, revealing the beautiful diamond necklace that I'd gotten.

"We don't know. It didn't have a note, or anything. That's why I let Hermione take it to McGonagall," I said, finally breaking my glaring contest with Harry, and looking at Ron with a raised eyebrow.

"Well, then why did she take Harry's broom? If there was nothing wrong with the necklace-," Ron started.

"Well, Sirius Black isn't really after Tori, now is he?" Hermione said.

At that, Harry got up and walked up the stairs to his dorm. I looked after him and felt my heart break a little more. It seemed to me, that this was it for our friendship. That the days where Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Harry Potter, and Victoria Black were best friends… were over

=^.^=

"So I have a question for you," I asked Gabe, as we were sitting in the library the next day.

"Go on then," he said, looking up from his book.

"On Christmas, did you get anything that didn't have a note, or a card, or anything?" I asked.

"Yeah, actually. I don't have it with me, but it was a ring. It's got some kind of crest on it," he said, looking back to his book.

"A crest?" I asked.

"What's this about Tori?" Gabe asked, snapping the book shut.

"I got a necklace, from someone. I don't know who sent it, but I think it was our dad," I said, pulling the necklace out from inside my shirt.

"Wow, Tori," he said, gaping at the necklace.

"And Harry got a Firebolt," I said.

"A what! Are you serious?" he asked.

"Yeah, but McGonagall took it."

"Why?"

"Because it didn't have a note or anything either. Hermione reckons it's from our dad."

"What? But… how?"

"That's what I asked. But McGonagall took it away to check it, like she did with my necklace. She wanted me to ask you if you have anything. She'll want you to hand it over for a bit. Or give it to Flitwick," I said. He sighed.

"I suppose you're right," he said, getting up. "I'll see you later," he said, and with that, left the library. I stayed put in the chair that I was sitting in, feeling very alone. Without Harry, I really didn't have Ron. I had Hermione, Dean, Seamus, Gabe, Uncle Remus, and Neville, but it's not the same.

"What are you doing in here all alone?" Uncle Remus asked, as he sat across the table from me.

"Nothing," I said, looking down at my hands.

"You seem sad about something. What's wrong darling?"

"It's Harry… he knows. Why didn't you tell me that dad was his godfather?"

"I didn't feel that it was necessary for you to know that. But, how did he find out? Because I assume you didn't tell him," he said. I sighed sadly.

"I can't tell you how he found out. Hermione said not to tell anyone," I said. "But he's so angry at me because I didn't tell him anything."

"And why didn't you tell him?"

"Because… because he's had a hard life. I didn't want to add anymore problems to his life than he already has. I don't like seeing him sad, or angry," I said, tears filling my eyes. "He's my best friend though. And now he doesn't even look at me, unless he's glaring. He doesn't talk to me, unless it's a hurtful comment or yelling. I… I don't know what to do!" I said, letting the tears flow freely.

"Come here love," Uncle Remus said, opening up his arms for me. I slowly got up, and walked over to the other side of the table. Uncle Remus wrapped his arms around me, and rocked me back and forth. This all took me back to after my mother's funeral, when he did the same thing. Almost immediately, my tears stopped. The feeling of his arms around me provided me with feelings of comfort, and safety. "Harry just needs time right now. He'll get over it darling, trust me. He's just angry, and confused. But you know, no matter how you're feeling, I'll always be here. And I'll always love you."

"I know Uncle Remus," I said, smiling. "I love you, too." He smiled back, and then frowned. "What's wrong?" I asked.

"Well, I'm supposed to teach Harry how to produce the Patronus Charm," he said. I was confused.

"And?"

"Well, I was going to ask if you would attend his lessons as well, to help since you can produce a full bodied Patronus," he said.

"But, what about Gabe?"

"You're more of Harry's friend, than Gabe is. But I understand if you don't want to."

"I… I can't Uncle Remus," I said, frowning. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay, love. Really."

A/N: Okay, I was wrong. Not very long. And I'm not very happy with this chapter. But I've been having some major relationship problems, and it's been taking its toll on me, and therefore, taking a toll on my writing.

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