Its a filler chap while there is a massive writer's block. Ideas anyone? Review please!


The dark green satin felt cool and soft against my skin. The bed as soft and squishy...warm as could be...

Someone knocked at the door.

Ugh. I stood, wrapping my robe around me, and went to the door. "Who is it?" Who would bother me at this hour of night? "Miss Riddle. Open the door please." I did.

It was Dumbledore. There was a solem smile of his face.

"Professor?" I murmered. "Excuse me for the interuption, but I must speak with you." I nodded and left with him, closing my door as I left. We were on the grounds before he spoke again.

"How is Tom?" I smiled as my fingers expertly tied my hair in a simple side braid. "As well as can be expected."

I didn't hate Albus as my brother did. But I didn't exactly love him either.

"To warn you dear Lotus," I laughed. "I know. People won't like a murderer's baby sister teaching thier children." He nodded. "And you're familiar with Rita Skeeter?"

I scoffed. "Sooner or later I'm going to skin that beetle alive." It would be funny. Force her to transform, then peel off her wings and then smush her as she squealed in pain, begging for mercy...

"Miss Riddle?" Oops. I smiled innocently at Albus. "You were saying?" He continued, "I hope you won't mind if I ask you to continue to keep in touch with your brother?"

Why? "I thought I was here for protection..." I began. His eyes twinkled. "Please Miss Riddle. As a favor." I nodded. Maybe talking to my big brother would help our relationship.

As he left back to the castle, I looked up. I don't know why I did. But my gut forced my eyes upward. There was a figure in the Griffindor tower's window. I stared up, unsure whether I should figure out who it is or just leave them. The person must know who I was, but I had no idea. Oh nevermind. I turned on my heel and left.


Again, huge writers block...ehe...