A/N: Sorry for not updating in forever. Time for my excuses: I've started a new school that is giving me work that is two grades ahead of me. I'm a ninth grader doing eleventh grade work. Le fun. Also, my best friend was hospitalized, another really close friend's grandma died, and yet another friend of mine is struggling with her addiction to pot. Actually, I'm the only person who has a problem with it. No one else cares.
So, yeah. Now you know about Alwyn's past. And yes, you can beat the crap out of her father. Everyone would be fine with that. For now, though, I'm actually going to try to connect this to My Immortal, cuz the past few chapters haven't really been connected.
I'm gonna try to put in some more Harry/Draco, but I'm really awkward and I don't really know how to write in fluffy love scenes, let alone mindless smut. But I'll do my best, cuz I know that you guys love Drarry.
I'm still just assuming that the dorms have bathrooms with showers in them.
Alwyn and Calisto also grew up near a lot of muggles, and went to muggle school for a short period of time so they could learn things that they probably wouldn't at Hogwarts. Alwyn's dad disapproved of this, and her mother's refusal to back down on this and many other things was another reason why he left. Despite being surrounded by Death Eaters and Voldemort's beliefs, she loves muggle technology and music. She thinks it's great. She and Calisto are both drawn to heavy metal and classic/alternative rock, but they also love acoustic music. Now I'm rambling.
Anyway, on with the story!

Cal's POV

"Cal," a familiar voice called. "Cal, wake up. You're gonna miss breakfast." I rolled over to face the voice.
"I just wanna sleep until Alwyn gets back."
"Well, get up, then!" I opened my eyes. Alwyn was back!
"ALLIE!" I screamed, glomping her.
"Would you mind keeping it down? Some of us are still trying to sleep, and it's too damn early for this." Someone drawled.
"Sorry, Pansy," I released Alwyn. "I'm gonna go get dressed, so, uh. Wanna wait?"
"Sure. I've got to finish that Potions essay, anyway. Go shower. You look like you haven't been out of bed all weekend."
"I haven't, to be honest." I looked my best friend up and down. She was already dressed, of course, and looked ready to go. Her knee and shin were bandaged, as were part of her face and wrist. She had changed her hair. She had bangs now, as long as the rest of her hair and covering the bandaged portion of her face. "When can you take those off?" Something in her face left. She looked sad and awkward, like the little girl I saw in her when she was lying in the hospital.
"The face thing, now, but it's…not too pretty. Plus I don't want it to get infected."
"Probably for the best," Something dawned on me. I had just realized that Alwyn had broken her left wrist. "Wait, what about your wrist? The left one, you broke the left one. How are you going to play guitar?" She looked wistfully at the guitar that sat in the corner of the room. Her eyes reddened, and her voice cracked. I shouldn't have brought it up. I knew how much guitar meant to her, and I shouldn't have reminded her that her wrist wouldn't be able to turn and hold the neck of her Fender. Surprisingly enough, she didn't mumble the words I knew she normally would when she was near tears.
"I don't think I can play it for a while," She said. She cleared her throat. "A very long while."
I nodded and hugged her again. "I'm just glad you're back."
"So am I, but can you seriously just shut up?" Pansy threw a pillow at us.
"Fine. I'm showering now. Be out in a few." I grabbed a towel and walked into the bathroom.
"Finally, silence!" I heard Pansy say. I laughed and got in the shower.

About fifteen minutes later, I was out, dressed, and ready to leave. Alwyn was nowhere to be found. Crap. Maybe she was, um, downstairs? I rushed down the stairs, not really trusting her to be alone. Who knows what she would do? She didn't look upset over her injuries, but...you never know. Once I reached the bottom, I saw her sitting with Harry and Draco, talking and laughing. I smiled. That was the smile I had missed on her for so long. She had her iPod out and was showing it to Draco.
"Okay, so this is an iPod. It plays music and games."
"What?" She passed it to him. He tapped the screen a few times and some music blared from the speakers. I walked over and sat down next to him. The screen showed some interesting album cover. Obviously some metal of some sort. The lyrics flashed onto the screen. Draco read them and was apparently shocked. "Holy fuck. That's sick." Alwyn laughed again.
"Yeah, I kinda love it."
"You know," He said, really listening to the music. "It's not that bad. I like it." She took the iPod back. "They're good. Especially the singer. He sounds like a girl, though." I looked over at Alwyn. The look on her face was classic.
"She's a girl. The singer's a girl."
"Well, I guess that explains why it sounds like a girl." He laughed, grabbing the iPod back. He tapped the screen again and another, softer song came up. "That's a lot different."
"She likes a little bit of everything." I said.
"Not that I'm not enjoying this, but we should get to breakfast." Harry said, standing up. He and Draco, holding hands, walked out of the common room. Alwyn grabbed her iPod, turned it off, and stuffed it in her bag.
"Ready to go?"
"Yep!" We walked towards the portrait.
"Hey, wait up!" Someone shouted. We turned around. Great. It was Ebony. I looked over at Alwyn. She was fine. She just looked pissed off. "What happened to your face?"
"Some bitch fucked it up," She said. "That bitch was you." We walked out of the common room. Alwyn pulled her robe closer to her, rubbed her arms, let go of them, and then repeated.
"What the FUCK are you doing?" Ebony sneered.
"I'm freezing," she growled. "In case you didn't notice, it's the beginning of winter and we're under a lake." My eyes widened - almost comically, I'm sure - and I smiled like a complete idiot. I latched on to Alwyn's arm and shook it.
"Christmas is in ten days!" I bounced a little bit. Alwyn giggled.
"That it is." She tapped Draco on the shoulder. "What do you guys want?"
"Potions book, I think. And Harry...um, Harry wants a new broom. I'm not sure what model, though." Alwyn turned to me.
"You memorize your list this year?"
"No, of course not!" I reached into my bag and pulled out a crumpled up sheet of parchment. "Okay, I want...a few books, actually. I want some books on beastly beasts, a few on perilous potions, one or two on curious creatures, some on charming charms, and a book on alliteration." Alwyn burst out laughing.
"Good job. Sorry, she always tries to write poems on what she wants instead of a list."
"But that wasn't the poem."
"Read it, then!" Draco laughed and tried to pull the paper away from me. I hugged the paper.
"Hey! No peeking!"
"Then read it!" he whined.
"Fine," I pulled the paper out and cleared my throat.

"Christmas has finally returned,
Now it's time for me to get what I've earned.
Three things I want as of late:
Some books, entertainment, and some unicorn bait.
You know I've wanted one for as long as I could remember,
And I just want to hold one forever and ever.
It's easy to catch one; really, it's not hard,
All you need is a birthday card,
Preferably one with a recordable message,
But - oh hell, nothing rhymes with message.
Add some glitter and glue,
Some stickers from you,
And then you're done!
Now it's time for some fun.
Supply me with all that I've asked,
I assure you, it's not a difficult task.
As always, I'll get anything for you.
Love you always,
Your adoring cousin Calisto and her stuffed bunny, too!"

I looked up. Alwyn was on the floor, laughing so hard she was crying. Draco was seething.

"Harry hasn't written me a poem recently."
"He wrote you a poem?" Alwyn looked like she could start laughing again at any time. Ah, young love. It's a bitch for anyone but Draco and Harry.
"The last time he wrote me a poem was sixth year! Well, he did write me one over the summer, but it was about the explicit and unmentionable things he wanted to do to me when he next saw me."
"Um, I'd like to see this poem. Sometime soon." Alwyn said, reaching up at me as a signal to help her up.
"No way!" Draco yelled, turning to face Alwyn. I pulled her up. "That's my porn! You're perverted, you know that?"
"You're the one who saved your boyfriend's porn." Ebony giggled.
"I was in a porn once." Eyes widened and stomachs ready to refuse breakfast, we entered the Great Hall.

Draco led us over to the Gryffindor table. Ebony - not fully realizing that it was Gryffindor's table and not Slytherin's - looked incredibly confused.
"Why are you guys so quiet?" She reached into her bag and pulled out a flask. As she drank from it, Harry slammed into her while trying to run to Slytherin table. Whatever she was drinking - blood, possibly, or tomato juice, seeing as it was red - spilled all over her top. "Bastard!"
She looked up at Harry, and with the look in her eyes, you'd think it was her first time interacting with him. The look on her face was priceless. She had one of those "love at first sight" looks that you see in really bad romantic comedies. She turned to me, smirked, and placing her hand on her hip, leaned in close to me.
"Dude," she stage whispered. "My body just went all hot, kind of like an erection, only I'm a girl so I didn't get one, you sicko!" I smiled.
"That's nice."
"Um, sorry." Harry said. Before he could walk away, Ebony placed her hand on his shoulder.
"That's alright. What's your name?" She purred, looking at him with what I like to refer to as a "get in my van" face.
"Um...Harry Potter?"
"We should totally call you Vampire. Cuz, you know, you, like, totally look like a vampire." He rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, because I totally like the taste of human blood." She giggled.
"Well, I am a vampire." He deadpanned. Draco was trying incredibly hard not to laugh.
"Really?" Ebony took a deep breath.
"YEAH!" She screamed.
"Oh god, my ears are bleeding," Harry whined. "Um, bye, goth girl." Ebony waved goodbye. Harry sat down next to Draco.
"Morning, love," Draco said, wrapping his arms around Harry. Harry kissed the top of Draco's head.
"Morning." Alwyn slowly and stealthily pulled her iPod out of her pocket. Making sure the camera lens barely peeked over the table. She aimed it at them and I heard a little "click" as she took a picture. She turned to me.
"I'm making an album of Drarry cuteness," she mouthed. "Don't tell them. It's their Christmas present." My eyes widened and my jaw dropped. This was the cutest thing I had ever heard.
"AWWWWW! That's so cute!" I squealed loudly. Heads turned to face me.
"What was that?"
"Oh, um, my iPod was playing, and I was, uh, turning it off." She bit her lip. Harry wouldn't buy that. To my surprise, he shrugged.
"Alright."
"Draco!" Ebony squealed running over to us. "I have a surprise for you." She grabbed his wrist and pulled it.
"This should be good." He stood up and followed her out of the Great Hall. After a moment of silence, Harry stood up.
"Alright then, let's go follow them." Alwyn and I stood up to follow him out. Alwyn grabbed a few slices of toast and passed them out among us. I immediately started eating.
"Fanks," I said, spraying crumbs everywhere. She nodded. "Pureblood." The portrait swung open.
"Wasn't that the password in second year?" Harry asked, grabbing Alwyn's unharmed wrist and helping her climb in. Such a gentleman. I approved.
"Yeah. Guess they ran out of passwords."
"Well that's pretty lame." The portrait closed behind us. We walked over to Ebony's side of the dormitories.

"Oh, Draco!" She moaned from behind the door. "Oh!"
"Put your clothes back on; you're making a fool of yourself."
"But don't you love me?"
"Hey, stop that."
"Don't you think I'm gorgeous, just like Amy Lee?"
"Who? Give me my damn shirt back!"
"Tell me you love me."
"I'm going to say this one more time: I'm gay. Gay as the fourth of July. Gay, gay, gay, gay, gay. Your, ah, 'assets' do not interest me."
"Wait, what's that?"
"There are many 'that's that you could be talking about, you need to be - "
"On your arm. What is that?"
"Oh, that? I was bored yesterday, and I had a quill, so - " SLAP.
"You bastard!"
"Excuse me?"
"No, you fucking idiot, shut up!" There was a sound of something made of glass breaking. "You probably have AIDs, anyway!" The door swung opening, slamming against the wall. Ebony, retying the ribbon on her top, stormed out, leaving a surprisingly calm and beautifully shirtless Draco behind. Her eyes widened with fury. "You." Harry turned and ran out of the room. Ebony followed him. I walked over to Draco, who was putting on his shirt, and looked at his arm. In neat, square letters above his fading Dark Mark was the word "Harry" in side of a heart with an arrow through it.
"Reparo," He drawled, lazily waving his wand at the broken mirror in the room. Now fixed, he walked over and began fixing his shirt. Alwyn quickly pulled out her iPod and took a picture of the homemade tattoo. "We have Potions with Harry, right?"
"Right," Alwyn said, linking arms with him. "Let's go." We left the room and strolled into Potions. An irate Ebony stood at the front of the room, yelling at Harry.
"Vampire Potter, you motherfucker!" Ron burst into laughter from somewhere in the back of the room.