It's had been two days since the second task, and I had only just gotten out of the hospital wing this morning, I swear Madam Pomfrey has separation issues, either that or she's just very lonely. That woman wouldn't let me leave, I had to sneak out, that's just not right, normally I'm trying to get in there so I can miss Potions or something. Anyway, I'm off to Divination, I'm actually looking forward to it, that's how little contact I've had with people, though apparently that's because I was out cold for most of the last two days. I can tell you for sure though, I'm never going swimming again, I had to be rescued. At least it was George, and Fred and Ron…And Harry. I'm a babe magnet, what can I say? Wait, that doesn't make sense. Well actually, looking at their hair it's not far from the truth… Anyway, from what I've been told in the brief moments I was awake is that when Harry got out of the water he was jumped on by Fred and George demanding to know where I was, when Harry finally answer saying he thought I had gotten out before him George was diving in to save the day, shortly followed by Fred, Ron having no idea what was happening also jumped in. All three Weasleys dragged (if that's even possible in water) my…Body? Dead carcass? Dunno, anyway to the side to be helped out by Harry. I mean seriously, how embarrassing, I almost died, and couldn't even hold my breath and not pass out for a couple more moments. Honestly sometimes I hate being Human. Anyway, I came 3rd, after Krum, Harry and Cedric, as Harry Came tied first with Cedric. Wonderfun!

'Divination; pure bollocks mixed in with a bit of guess-work.' I said out loud while writing, 'The ancient art of divination.' I felt a few people look over my shoulder, probably thinking I actually wrote that. I wish I had, but anymore "funny business" As McGonagall had put it and I would be given two weeks' worth of detention with Snape, and to be quite honest I would rather snog Lorna the Giant Squid than be in his presence for any longer than completely necessary.

I looked up at the time, hoping that class was over, I saw the time and I smashed my face to the table, it had only been two minutes since the last time I looked, meaning I still had almost an hour left, surely we've been in here for longer than 10 minutes?

'Kill me now' I begged, I looked to Trelawney, who was currently discussing how superstitious she was, with a group of girls. And a lovely plan came into mind, one that may even in fact; make the rest of the lesson pass with ease and laughs, I put my hand up.

'Professor? Professor Trelawney?' I called, she looked at me, and nodded for me to continue, I put on my best worried face and carried on, 'I see the Grim-Reaper, professor.' She looked at me sympathetically, the loon.

'Where is it my dear? Do you know how long you have left?' She looked close to tears, but I knew it was all a put on, and it serves her right for telling me I have no imagination, more than once, and that I don't "posses the inner eye". I shook my head and continued to talk.

It's standing right behind you professor, holding a giant hour-glass while tapping it impatiently, It's looking right at you, I don't think It's MY time, but yours.' I finished, with this she turned in the direction I was pointing in and shrieked as if she too had seen it, and fled from the room screaming at the top of her lungs.

'Is it just me or do you recon class is over?' I asked as I left her room, making my way down the small step-ladder.

It was later that day that I received my detention, lucky McGonagall seemed to have found Trelawney's terror slightly amusing, so I only had the one detention, and it was with her, writing lines.

I got into her office at 7 later that day and sat down while she wrote out, on the board, what it was I had to write out.

"I am not allowed to say I see the Grim reaper standing behind anyone, looking impatient, while tapping an hour-glass."

I looked at it and felt like crying, that was long.

WOO, Minnie said, because it was long, I only had to write it out 10 times then I could leave, I knew she was an old softy. I'm not going to express this to her though, I don't really want twenty.

As the weeks flew past and February turned into March people started noticing my birthday was around the corner, it also meant that people were nagging me for what I wanted. How should I know? It's been getting worse and worse with each passing day. And let me tell you, a week onwards I was being ganged up on by Lee, the twins, Ayana and even Harry's little gang, Molly and Arthur were no better. I just replied with, 'surprise me.' Or 'I don't know.'

It was the morning that marked four days until my birthday, I was sitting at Gryffindor table enjoying my breakfast, Harry had just come down, sitting near me, dragging Ron behind him, from what I could tell from the mumbled cursing Ron had apparently been dragged half asleep down to the Great Hall. He slumped down on the bench next to me, his face landing in my pancakes as he continued to snore away; I looked at him with my worst look.

'This is war Weasley; no one sleeps in my breakfast and gets away with it.' I whispered as I put my hand inside my pocket in search of my black sharpie. I found it and grabbed his arm while proceeding to draw the dark mark, I wasn't too familiar with it, but I did what I could, when finished I placed a sticking charm on his arm, hopefully he wouldn't be able to take it off for a good week, then he'll think next time before falling asleep on my pancakes, I wondered if drawing a penis on this face could just be taken as a mate messing around, no revenge involved? I looked up realizing that I had attracted an audience, I couldn't do that then, too many witnesses.

When the audience had dwindled down to just my friends I felt sleeping beauty awaking. He opened his eyes and gave a large yawn, as one of my pancakes slowly peeled off his face and landed with a dull thud on the table, he raised his arms above his head with the yawn, as he brought them down he noticed something not quite right. I smiled inwardly as he recognised it and gave a loud yelp while frantically trying to rub it off. But of course, that wasn't working. He looked around, then straight at the twins whom were both trying to hide their smirks with a mouthful of toast.

'YOU! You two did this to me, make it come off right now or… or else.' He threatened. The twin's just shook their heads while actual tears rolled down Fred's face, he swallowed his mouthful.

'We didn't do it, we swear.' He said before doubling over in fits of laugher at poor Ron's face.

'I swear' Ron said his voice loud, 'whoever did this to me is going to get a punch in the face.' He said shaking with anger, his whole face red and he tried to keep his breathing down.

'Well, Ronald,' I said, my head resting on my hand as I smiled sweetly at him, 'you are welcome to punch me in the face, but I advise you against it unless you don't mind losing a limb or two.' Realisation spread across his face.

'Oh…Well, No its okay, just a bit of harmless fun right.' He smiled slightly, thought fear evident in his eyes and continued eating breakfast. My breakfast mind you, I rolled my eyes and got up.

'Saturdays, I love Saturdays; they involve a whole lot of nothing.' I said to myself from my place in a tree. I looked over and saw Fred, George and Lee, all making their way towards me and my tree. When they finally got to the tree, they effortlessly climbed up like monkeys, where as I had looked more like a fish trying to climb a tree. Nice image, huh?

We all sat in the tree for a while, the boys talking about girls they know with nice legs, seriously, is that all boys talk about? Girls and their body parts? I'm guessing it is, moving on to butts now, but I'm not going anywhere as this is my tree, not theirs.

'And that one Ravenclaw, I mean, WOAH, she's just like a walking... HOT thing.' Said Lee, he looked up to the sky, sighing, poor boy, he doesn't have a chance. Not to worry, hopefully they won't remember I'm friends with her and ask me to set them up, that would just be awkward. I sighed as they got on to 'titties' seriously, boys have no respect for girls.

'What, you jealous Jess? We just didn't mention you out of respect, you know, being a friend and all, you have a good rack, what are you must be a D, bit on the short side though' Lee said, I just looked at him, mouth open, I leaned back in a huff, and well, I was on a tree, you can't lean back in a tree.

I felt the wind rushing through my hair and hitting my face, then I realized, SHIT I fell out of the tree, I hit the ground with a thud, landing on my wrist.

I find myself in here quite a bit, I thought as I arrived in the hospital wing, Fred and George had insisted on taking me up, though I told them I didn't want them too, Lee on the other hand had just left after asking if I was all right, bloody... I can't think of a bad word at the moment, but I'll think one up later. Anyway, Madam Pomfrey was tutting away, both to the fact that I had left this morning without asking and the fact that I had to be brought back a few hours later with another injury.

'You know, if you had stayed here, like I said, you wouldn't be hurt.' She said while pouring some skele-gro, I frowned at her, causing her to tut again.

She sent the Twins away before telling me to sit there for 10 minutes while it works. I had asked why she couldn't use a spell. I'm sure there is one, but again she tutted at me, the mad woman. It seems in this world I'm the only sane one about, which to be honest is quite scary.

After a while of waiting and feeling a horrible throbbing feeling in my wrist I decided to lie down on the bed that I had been sitting on. As I lay down I heard someone come in, quietly crossing the wing and knocking softly on Madam Pomfrey's door. After a moment I heard Poppy walk out of her office and talk in a hushed voice to whomever had come in.

'Sorry to disturb you, but has Professor Snape got my potion finished for tonight.' I lay frozen as a statue, that voice was very familiar, I listened waiting for them to talk again.

'It's just that, I need it in a few hours and if you haven't got it I need to see Professor Snape to get it from him.' There was a moment's silence and then suddenly I knew who the voice belonged to, Ayana? But why would she need a potion from Snape. Why would she need a potion at all? She's not sick, unless, she wanted to make someone sick. Who better to go to for something like that than Snape, everyone knows he's the devils Spawn, Emperor of evil. Well everyone would know that if they believed me when told them. I may be considered crazy, but normally it's the crazy ones that know what's going on because they aren't really crazy, people just think they are because they didn't believe them. So it is true, Ayana is an Alien. She's using her potion to impersonate what she looks like, Polyjuice potion, Harry used that once, I remember, I must have been in my 4th year, maybe 3rd. And she's trying to get something, she must have it, I have to save the world... But wait... That's Harry's job... Oh well.

I was sitting in the common room, looking around, Ayana was still in our dorm and I was waiting for her to come down so I could follow her and, effectively save the world. I hadn't told anyone of what I had found out mainly because I didn't have the time. After about five minutes more of waiting Ayana came down the stairs looking tired and worried, I almost felt sympathetic for her, but told myself that if I sympathised with an alien then I would be next on her hit list, I stopped her anyway. Just so it didn't seem odd for me to be watching her.

'Where you going Anna?' I asked, even giving her a cute nickname, damn I'm good. I leaned back in my chair waiting for her to tell me that she was going to have a wander around the castle or left something somewhere, some ploy so I could realize that she was lying.

'To dinner, you coming?' she asked smiling that very kind Ayana smile that could melt a boys heart in a second. I must have looked very confused because she frowned scrunching up her nose while eyeing me suspiciously. I nodded and followed her to the hall, noticing that she was keeping a very close watch on me now.

After no longer than half an hour she got up, having eaten A LOT and told me she was going the library. I smiled and told her I would see her tomorrow. I saw her smirk, as if she was thinking, "no you won't the earth will have been destroyed by then". I waited for her to leave the hall and got up myself. I peered around the corner seeing a flash of blond hair whip around the other end of the corridor; she was defiantly not going in the direction the library. I followed quietly, ducking behind statues and suits of armour a couple of times, super spy style. I have to keep focused on her and not be dist- OH SHINEY!

NO JESS, STAY WITH IT. I yelled in my head, I ran down the next corridor and looked around, there was two possible routes she could have taken, but I didn't see which one she had went down, it was times like this that I wished me and the twins still had the Marauders map. I just made a random guess.

'O-U-T spells Out; I said pointing to the corridors In-between each word. The rhyme had picked the one in the direction of the grounds so I went that way, after a bit of jogging I caught sight of Ayana walking out of the huge oak doors of the castle and entering the chilly night. I followed tip-toeing, catching the door before it closed and slipped between the crack letting it close on its own. When I got onto the grounds I followed her around the castle before she stopped, I most unfortunately hadn't expected her to stop and fell over, startling her, and she turned around in surprise. Her eyes grew big as she looked into the sky for her mother ship. I knew I had to confront her.

'I know what you are!' I yelled, 'And I know what you want, well...actually I have theories.' She looked shocked, standing there looking at me like I was insulting her family.

'Jess, nows not the time, it's dangerous, you have to leave, any moment now, I'll... Just please, I don't want you getting hurt, you have to leave now.'

'I know that you're an alien, and that you are here to lure people back to your mother ship to probe them, and I just wanted to say, take your pick of the Slytherin's, but leave the rest alone, they're not bad, and well, leave the few nice Slytherins, and yeah, that's it.'

Ayana stood there looking quite surprised; she looked to the sky again.

'I have a little time...' she murmured, 'Look I'll tell you, but... Just don't think badly of me, okay, I'm sorry, but, well, 'she laughed slightly, her eyes tearing up. 'I don't know why it's so hard to tell you, but what I'm trying to say is, that in a few minutes there will be a hideous monster in front of you, and...' she trailed off, her voice shaking as tears rolled down her face and hit the front of her school shirt. Ayana looked down at the floor almost as if she were embarrassed, 'Look what I'm trying to tell you is that I'm a- I'm –I'm a werewolf, and I'm so sorry I didn't tell you before, but I didn't want you to hate me, or think me disgusting, and I don't blame you if you want nothing more to do with me, I just-' but she was cut off when she looked to the sky, her eyes bulged to almost comical size, it was ironic because nothing about this was funny.

I ran over to her and hugged her; I gave her biggest hug that I may have given anyone. She pushed me away after a moment though and looked to the sky again, this time I realized she was looking at the moon.

'You have to get out of here NOW,' she yelled, I stood there, wanting to help her. 'NOW' she screamed as she turned on her heels and ran, I didn't see what direction she had ran in, as I too had turned and ran as fast as I could towards the castle.

When I finally back to Gryffindor common room, having jogged most of the way there I sunk into the sofa by the fire, where I saw Harry, Ron and Hermione all huddled around it, I got up and walked over to the fire.

'Oh, hey Sirius, looking hot.' I said while laughing at my own joke, he smiled too, before talking to Harry and the others again. Well I should probably tell you how I know Sirius, Easy really, I happened to end up at the wrong place at the wrong time, and for some reason followed Harry and Hermione into the womping willow where I met him. Of course I had tried to stab him, but to be honest I did think I was defending Harry, Ron and Hermione against a psychopathic killer. I did get him a little as well, only a small 3 inch gash in his shoulder, but yeah, he liked my malicious humour and the fact that I wasn't scared to stand up to someone who I thought was a killer. Which was nice, of course then Remus came in, and we were like YAY, and then we thought he was bad too, so, everyone was like BOO. I suggested if they were so close I could let them share the rope I was going to hang them on and they could even hold hands while their life slowly slipped away. Yeah, that's the first time Sirius laughed in a while, or so I was told. Good times, after listening to Sirius's story I believed him, straight away. Ron had said though to Sirius,

'I wouldn't count her, she's bonkers anyway.' That had offended me a tad bit.

Well Remus transformed into his furry little problem and yeah, that's the end really, to be honest I should really have seen that Ayana was a werewolf considering I knew one. Last year for summer I had even stayed at grimmauld place with Sirius, Remus and the Weasleys for a while before they went back to the burrow and got Harry for the world cup.

And I had also received a few letters from him and Remus occasionally, which was nice. Coming to think of it, I could get Sirius and Harry's gang to go away and talk to Remus about Ayana, not naming any names of course, I don't want her getting expelled because I was careless. Wait I can't, he's a werewolf too, meaning he's one now. Damn.

Well, that was an interesting conversation, I guess saying 'I need your advise on a furry problem' wasn't the smartest way to begin the conversation, for some barmy reason Sirius thought I'd been bitten and was a werewolf myself, he totally freaked, anywho, I'm told to go see him and Remus for a chat about her, he had also told me that him, Harry's Dad, James and shitface Wormtail had all turned into Animagus, that was an idea I'd like to take up, I hadn't said that though, or he'd tell Mr. Worrywart and I wouldn't be able to.

For the next few days I noticed that nothing between me and Ayana had really changed. The only thing you could really pick up on would be the knowing looks we give each other whenever aliens or werewolves were brought up.

I woke up feeling happy and oddly mature and wait… Do I have a French accent? HA. No, that was just a burp, all better now.

I sat up stretching my arms above my head as I yawned, why do I have a weird bubbly feeling in my belly? Wait. I froze mid yawn, my arms still hanging midair.

'IT'S MY BIRTHDAY!' I yelled looking around the dorm for someone to celebrate briefly with, I noticed it was empty as I jumped out of bed and got ready as quickly as possible. I was done in record time as I raced over to the great hall. I walked in seeing the twins, Ayana and Harry's little gang all sitting in a group talking. As I made my way across the hall, practically bouncing mind you, thanking people for wishing me happy birthday I met eyes with Ayana whom laughed at my excitableness. Is that even a word? No, no it's not.

I sat down quite heavily causing me to bounce up a little bit again. I heard a chorus of "happy birthdays" before Harry was pushing a large-ish parcel my way.

'It's from all of us,' he said pointing at Hermione and Ron. I nodded and began to open it. Inside was the most amazing disguise kit, full of wigs, fake moustaches, glasses, fake beards, moles and birthmarks, noses, yes noses. I thanked them all, putting the present in my bag before leaning over the table to hug them each in turn.

I leaned forward and took a few waffles and placed them on my plate, I was just about to bite into one when four Gray Owls swooped in the hall and landed in front of me each holding out a leg waiting for me to untie them. Once I had done this I took a large parcel wrapped in brown paper with a letter on top. I opened the letter and began reading it.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

In this here box is something you've wanted for a while now. Use it well and don't kill anyone important.

Love, Uncle Guss.

I was pleasantly surprised when I read who it was from as I hadn't heard from Uncle Guss for a few years; I just naturally assumed he was in jail. Obviously he wasn't my real Uncle as both of my parents were only children. He was my Dads good friend from when they were both young, Mum didn't really approve of him after he got arrested for the 7th time though. He currently lives in Mexico where he owns a black market of sorts, shipping stolen goods across the world. He knows all about the wizarding world through my Dad, though he is a Muggle himself.

I eagerly opened the parcel being careful not to let anyone see what was inside. I peeked though the gap that I had made gasping quietly feeling a grin spread across my face. I hastily shrunk it down before unwrapping it and taking it out of the box, I made it bigger again as I turned towards the Slytherin table revving up a VERY working chainsaw while cackling madly. This is the best birthday ever.

I pouted slightly as I watched McGonagall walking away with my Chainsaw while the Slytherin's who were no longer shaken up over the whole ordeal were sneering at me. I made a mental note to put them on my hit list, right under Draco Malfoy whom was leering particularly annoyingly.

'That Draco Malfoy, why is he alive? Why have I not killed him yet?' I said to myself huffing and crossing my arms as I glared at the table.

Ron stupidly chose to speak up at this point. 'Well, you did say once, what was it? Oh yeah, and I quote, "The only reason Draco Malfoy is alive, and hasn't died a horrible slow death is because of my dislike for manual labour."' He said before muttering under his breath. 'Right nut case, that one is.'

I rolled my eyes at him before leaning towards George and stage whispering, 'I wonder if he realises I can hear him, and that we are currently at the table surrounded by sharp eating utensils.' That should shut him up. It did.

The rest of the day seemed to almost crawl by at the most agonizingly slow pace; by the time last period was over I was literally jumping in my seat. You see all the Weasleys presents; meaning, the gifts from the Weasleys to me, are currently being held captive by Fred and George who have refused to give them to me so I have "something to look forward to for later." Mean boys.

It was later that evening, while waiting for the Twins to get back from Hogsmeade with the fire whiskey and butterbeer that Ayana approached me carrying a dome like shape under her arms covered with a cloth.

She rushed over and held out the object while looking at me expectantly, I took it out of her hands and lifted the cloth, when I peeked inside I was met with the fluffiest Black Owl I had ever seen, his eyes were Green and scarily familiar.

'I picked him because his eyes reminded me of you; they are almost the exact same colour.' She said smiling while looking into my eyes, then to the owls, as if to confirm it to herself.

'What are you going to name him then?' she asked, bending down cooing and scratching him under his chin/beak area.

'Brain.' I replied. 'Like the organ, because he's smart, I can tell.' I stood up and hugged her, Geez I'm hugging all the time. 'You smell like Raspberries.' I said inhaling deeply.

'Uhh thanks.' She said shuffling away, putting her hands out as if to keep me back.

After about 10 minutes the Twins came down to tell me I could open my presents, I grabbed Ayana and Hermione knowing Ron and Harry would follow. I wanted my friends there, it would be nice, and Molly would have sent a cake, so we could all share it. YAAYYY CAKEE.

We all sat around in a circle waiting for the Twins to get my presents that they had hidden so I wouldn't come in here and open them half way through the day.

I grabbed the present from Percy first, it was obvious it was from him due to the neat wrapping, I opened it up wondering what rubbish he had gotten me this year. As I unwrapped it the present I realized it was a book.

'Human rights.' I read aloud as I tried to hold back a scoff, failing miserably I joined in with everyone else and laughed aloud before passing it to Hermione who opened it and started reading it straight away.

'He obviously wants me to treat him better,' I said as I took a rather large looking present, after glancing at the side note a noticed it was from Molly and Arthur, inside was another box and next to that another wrapped present with a letter, I opened the present which held a small black box, inside this black box was a lovely bracelet, silver in an almost Celtic-band design. I opened the letter up.

Jess,

Happy Birthday dear, I hope you have a lovely birthday, inside your box (if you haven't seen, open it before carrying on) is the traditional bracelet that girls get on their 17th birthday. This particular one was mine, I remember when you were about 9, and you saw this once and really liked it, well it's yours now.

Have a lovely day,

Love Molly and Arthur.

I smiled as I put the bracelet on, getting Hermione to do it up for m. I held out my arm observing the bracelet, before something was pushed towards me by Ron, who was looking slightly impatient. I stuck my tongue out at him but began to open the next parcel, which was very large and covered in a horrible hot pink wrapping paper, it had to be from Bill; he always picked the worst wrapping paper he could find in the Muggle shop in the town we all lived by. Last year it was one covered in pictures of hammers; it was a tradition for him.

I unwrapped it straight away as there wasn't any letters only a written "to jess, from Bill" on the top. I unwrapped it quickly throwing the wrapping paper over my shoulder, I screamed when I saw what it was.

Bill got me…Wait for it, A PAINTBALL GUN! Draco Malfoy, meet my new friend, PAIN! AHAHA

Fred and George picked it up looking confused, as did Ron; as they were Pureblood they had never seen a paintball gun before. Hermione and Harry though looked worried; I was half worried Hermione would take it from me. Whereas Ayana was Sitting there looking like she was quite enjoying Hermione's worries.

'It's called a paintball gun,' I explained 'I don't really know how it works, but what happens is you shoot people with it, hitting then with paint, it err… Hermione, use your frizzy brain and tell them please.'

She sighed, 'Paintball is a variation of tag where players "tag" or "mark" each other by shooting paint-filled gelatin capsules at each other with paintball guns. The sport has countless variations and is played throughout the world, but the common trend is that the game depends on the paintball gun to be played…' I cut her off.

'See, it's fun, I'm going to teach Peeves how to use it.' I grinned clapping my hands together, I could imagine it now, Peeves chasing little firsty's around shooting them with it, sure he would probably get me, but it would be worth it.

After a while everyone was talking and eating the cake that was inside the other box inside what Molly sent me. Everyone's heads turned to the window where a quiet tapping could heard, Harry got up and opened the window to let in a large brown owl carrying a parcel, which was wrapped sloppily in brown paper. Attached to the parcel was a letter, on the letter I recognized Charlie's normal chicken scratch.

To jess,

Happy Birthday!

I found Jeffery! Thought you might like him.

Love Charlie.

'Jeffery?' I said aloud handing the note to George who read through it with everyone else reading over his shoulder.

'Why do I have the horrible feeling that he's sent me something dirty?'I asked myself. Don't some men call their…Trouser snakes a "Jeffrey"? It wouldn't the first time he's sent me something inappropriate. I opened the box slowly and peeked in, the moment I saw it reorganization spread through me.

'JEFFERY!' I yelled before taking out the miniature dragon and letting him walk around in circles. 'He looks drunk' I observed.

'It's the Dragon from the first task right? When everyone thought you had been eaten.' I chucked nodding at Harry's Question.

'You didn't name yours did you Harry?'

Harry shook his head, I knew he hadn't though it wasn't the kind of thing Harry would do.

It was later that evening, when Harry, Ron and Hermione had left to go off on their own when Fred and George gave me my last present, the present from them.

They handed me a horribly wrapped (though I would never tell them) package in a silver colour. I heard it clink when I picked it up; I opened it carefully feeling their eyes on me like burning…eyes. I hate words.

Inside were three mirrors, each the size of my palm.

'They're a way of communicating, Sirius showed us his that he had, him and Harry's Dad used them to talk to each other from different detentions, so we made our own, only there are three instead of two.' said Fred taking two of them and giving one to George.

'There's one for each of us,' said George taking the mirror from Fred.

'How do they work?' I turned it over inspecting it before looking up and waiting for them to show me.

'Easy' said George, 'You just say the name of the person you want to talk to and their face will show up if they answer it. A bit like those Muggle pellytones.' He paused for a moment before looking into his mirror and saying clearly, 'Jessica Whestone.' When he said that I felt the mirror get slightly warm and looked down to see Georges face in it. 'See?' he said, both in the mirror and from next to me.

I nodded mesmerized by the mirror, 'How do I answer though?' I asked after seeing I couldn't see my face in George's mirror.

Fred answered me this time, 'Just say, "Reveal" and it answers.' I nodded and said Reveal to my mirror, sure enough the next second my face was looking back at George instead of his own.

'This is so cool, Thank you, thank you, thank you! And people say you guys don't spend time on anything but causing chaos. This proves them wrong, not that I'm showing anyone.' I said smiling; I started bouncing, 'OHHH, I'm so happy I could just sing! I'll spare you though, my Dad always tells me I sound like a cat; being drowned when I sing-' I trailed off.

Seriously I'm so stupid, I try really hard all day not to think about them, it being my first birthday without them and all, and then I go and say that, filling me with that horrible empty feeling I get whenever I think about them, or the fact I'll never see them again.

You know, you think you get over this kind of thing after a while, but you don't, it's just like this horrible nagging feeling, almost like someone is poking you constantly with the sadness, and then you get that chilly feeling and feel like doing nothing but lay in bed and be sad. But I can't do that kind of thing, I may get sad, but I'm strong, and I shouldn't cry, it's silly, crying won't get me anywhere, it wouldn't bring them back, it just makes me go all puffy and horrible looking, rendering me unable to go downstairs and try to take my mind off of it. And that's exactly why I'm not going to cry now, Mum would be really angry if I cried on my birthday of all days, so it's not going to happen, I'm stronger than that, and if I'm not then what's the point in me being here and not them?

That night as I lay in bed, absent mindedly stroking Jeffery as he curled up on my pillow beside me I thought of all the horrible things I could do to people I dislike.

Dressing Draco up as a playboy bunny would be wonderful on the hilarioisty front, but the fact that to do it I would have to see him is what proves difficult, as I would be scared for life.

I could see what the twins are planning on doing prank wise and help out with that, or better yet, combine one of my ideas with theirs.

I'll have to devise a grand plan! Possibly have some kind of Muggle sweet involved to keep Dumble's preoccupied.

Oh, that's something I remember, I was looking through some old books for something to help me with my Divination homework thingy. Apparently Dumbledore means "Bumblebee" in Latin or something, I find this extremely fitting considering he walks around the castle humming to himself, like a little bee.

Oh dear, I think I may have just died, I was laughing for almost 10 minutes, I mean, just imagine Dumbledore as a Rastafarian, with the whole dreadlocks and everything.

He would walk around saying 'Yah Mon' It's comedy I tell you!

Hello lovelies, I'm so sorry about not uploading sooner, but I have a good reason, a very annoying, stupid reason, but one none the less, you see dear readers, my computer decided to delete this chapter when I was almost finished with it, without giving me a way to get it back, I mean I tried EVERYTHING. So alas I had to redo it, very annoying if you ask me, so this is it, I'll try to get the next one up sooner.

Love you all, Ps. Please Review it, I love your reviews, they're lovely.