That was full of excitement. I heard Malfoy and Harry plan a wizard's duel. Cissy wanted to sneak out at night to watch them. I decided that it would be the best time to show her the tattoo. I was nervous about it, but decided that I didn't have any other option. We woke up ten minutes late and mad a mad dash out of the Gryffindor Common room. I stopped and looked around, no one was nearby-or so it appeared. Cissy turned to look at.

"What's wrong? We'll miss all the action!" Ciss yelled a foot from me.

"I want to show you something. I don't know if it means anything, but maybe it does."

Cissy walked closer to me with a curious look on her face. "Okay, what is it?"

I inhaled deeply and lifted my left sleeve to reveal the skull and snake tattoo. It rested motionless.

"Oh my God!" She shouted and I quickly covered it back up again", your one of them?"

"One of who?" I asked. I honestly didn't know.

"You're a Death Eater," she said flabbergasted.

"What's that?" I asked.

"They were the ones who worked with He-Who-Must-Be-Named, the very same man who murdered Harry's parents. He also tortured and terrorized the entire wizarding community. How did you get into Gryffindor, why are you even here?" She had a look of suspicion and fear on her face.

"I didn't know that's what it meant. I've had this ever since I was a baby. I didn't know it meant anything that severe. The hat told me I'd do best in Gryffindor and I am just going to school." I wasn't sure how to explain my predicament.

Cissy blinked and took a step away from me. "I need to think about this. Please don't talk to me for a few days." She turned and was about to leave. She looked over her shoulder and added", I wouldn't go around telling everyone about that lil' mark on your arm if I were you."

With that she turned and walked back into the Gryffindor Common Room. I went into the bathroom to be alone. Eventually, I walked back out and was about to head up to the portrait of the fat lady when I ran into Peeves.

"A student out of bed, tut tut tut," He spoke in his singsong voice.

"Oh, hi Peeves." I wasn't in any mood to react to his jokes. He went on and on, pretending to grab my nose and saying all different jokes. Eventually he got tired of my lack of enthusiasm and flew off saying that I was no fun.

I collapsed onto my bed and glanced over at Cissy's bed. She had pulled the dark red curtains so I couldn't see her. I rolled over and closed my eyes. After a few minutes I was asleep. I saw the black eyes with the yellowish glow inside them. The skull and snake tattoo appeared above the forest. This time the tattoo moved. The skull opened its mouth wider and the snake slithered randomly in the dark sky. I woke up sweating.

I did my best to forget the dream, but it was useless. Halloween, two months later, helped to take my mind off the recent loss of my friend and the dream, but not by much. In charms we were set up with a partner to try and make a feather fly. I was paired with Jean. She eventually walked over and sat next to me.

"Wingardium Leviosa," Jean began saying while flicking her wand. Nothing happened. I glanced around the classroom and noticed that no one else was having much luck. Hermione, naturally, got her feather to hover above our heads.

I lifted my wand and did the wrist movement and said "Wingardium Leviosa". The white feather floated, but didn't go very high. I lifted it a few more inches then brought it back down. I felt better with myself for having accomplished something on my own. Jean gave me a frustrated look and went on trying to make the feather float. After a few tries the feather struggled but lifted in the air for a split second.

I walked down to the Great Hall for the Halloween feast with Jean.

"How come you haven't been to the abdoned classroom yet? It's really great, no one around to bother us," Jean said with glee.

"I've been busy," I responded gloomily.

We walked inside to see thousands of bats filled the dinning area. The candles that normally floated above the tables were placed inside carved pumpkins. Our feast appeared on the table, much like our welcome to Hogwarts feast had. I quickly grabbed some mashed potatoes and poured some gravy on it. Professor Quirrell came inside the Great Hall and ran towards Dumbledore. I took a quick bite and watched him closely.

"Troll-in the dungeon-thought you ought to know." He finished with a dead faint.

Every student stood up screaming. Dumbledore made several purple firecrackers' go ff. The entire student body fell into silence and were all staring at Dumbledore. "Prefects, lead your Houses back to the dormitories immediately." He shouted to us.

Percy had taken the command to heart and began leading us back to the dormitory. "Follow me! Stick together, first years! No need to fear the troll if you follow my orders! Stay close behind me, now. Make way, firs years coming through! Excuse me I'm a prefect!"

Someone quickly grabbed my arm. I looked to see Draco. "Follow me," he said gently pulling me away from my house. We made our way through the now empty corridors, and came to one that I didn't know. We continued and turned right. These narrow, and barely lit, corridors lead to a small wooden door. He opened and walked inside. Rema, Jean, Leci, Henry, John, Vincent Crabbe, Gregory Goyle, and CIssy were all inside. This was the abandoned classroom.

"About time," John said," thought you had abandoned us."

"Sorry," I responded. I looked around the classroom. The desks had been piled up against the back wall, and a few chairs had been placed randomly around the room. The fireplace was lit and burning. There was a small shelf under a large window against the right wall, across from me. "Woa," I muttered to myself.

"Yea," Henry said," it is pretty amazing. It still needs work though."

I took a seat in an empty red chair. I glanced down and realized that this chair had once been inside the Gryffindor Common room. The other chairs in the room had come from the four houses, some were blue, and others green, a few were yellow, and the rest were red.

"We've been scavenging things from our common rooms and bringing them here. Believe me," Rema said", it's not as easy as it looks."

"Who do you think let the troll in?" John asked.

"What makes you think someone let it in?" Rema asked.

"How often do trolls break into the castle?"

"It could happen," Jean said.

"It just seems odd, that's all." John finished and sat in a green felt chair.

I agreed that it was odd, but I was still getting over the shock of being in this room with friends again. There was a moment of silence. I assumed they were all in deep thought, or just didn't have anything else to say.

"What do we do now?" Cissy asked.

It didn't seem that our temporary friendship break up didn't affect anything in this place. I just looked around the room. It was rather dusty and filled with cobwebs. We'd need a table in here, and perhaps a coat rack to put up our cloaks, and perhaps a few status or flowers.

"We can just talk for a while," Jean said. "The Quidditch game is coming up!"

"Bet your going to root for Potter aren't you?" Draco spat at her.

"Why not, he is on my House team."

"He is?" I asked. I hadn't heard about him making the House team.

"Oh," Jean said," I should have told you about that. Sorry."

"Hm, that's all right."

"Okay then," John said. I could tell he didn't like the direction the conversation was taking. "Perhaps we ought to talk about something else." He walked from the fireplace and towards us. "Like," he paused.

"When was the first time you knew you could do magic?" Cissy randomly asked.

I slouched back in my chair. I truly didn't want to talk about that, at least if it was what I thought it was. It was the single event that forever ruined my life. I couldn't tell them that. I had nearly forgotten about it by now.

"Well," Jean stood up," I made our pet cat's hair change color," she said smiling. "We've never been able to change her fur back from being pink!"

I smiled, the others smiled, a few giggled. "What about you?" Draco asked me. Shit, I told myself.

"Oh," I wasn't sure how to phrase it;" you probably don't want to hear about that."

"It couldn't have been that bad. Like Neville Longbottom, a relation was hanging him from the stairs or something like that. Anyway, he accidently was dropped and ended up bouncing out onto the street," Jean said.

"Sounds like a nice family," and very sane to I thought to myself. I paused," my experience wasn't that embarrassing or that fun either. It was just one of the darkest moments of my life, and I don't know if you want to hear about something like that." I folded my arms. I really didn't want to tell them about it. I had spent the rest of my life trying to forget about it.

"Look," CIssy said standing up," we're going to make you tell us eventually; Might as well spit out here and now."

"Fine," I said. I sighed," where to begin, well I grew up in an orphanage as I'm sure you all now by now. Well, the place I was at had a requirement that I had to stay with foster parents. This one foster parent I stayed with was abusive. I was glade I wasn't the only one there. She warned me to stay in my room as often as I could and keep the door locked. I did, but one day I got curious because I heard her screaming downstairs. I walked downstairs and something was wrong. There were bottles everywhere and the girl was in a corner crying. My foster father wanted me to come towards him and I kept my distance from him. He pulled out a fire poker and began beating me with it. Things began moving around the room, I even moved a large couch. Eventually he was knocked unconscious by a flying book or something. The girl picked up the poker and used it against him. She threatened me to hold it and set me up for the murder."

I spoke and refused to stop. My life had been a series of mishaps, one right after the other. Surprisingly this was the first misstep in my life. I was fine before I was sent to live at his house. The other looked at me stunned.

"What happened afterwards?" Cissy asked.

"I was sent to another orphanage during the course of my trial. I was seven at the time, so no one knew how to handle the situation. Eventually evidence appeared proving that it was the older girl who committed the murder. I refused to say a word for a few years. When I ended up in my final orphanage, the one where Snape picked me up and brought me here, I began speaking again; mostly because I had to. "

"I'm so sorry," Jean said.

An hour later we all began heading to our common rooms. I walked with Cissy, Leci, and Jean.

"I thought you weren't speaking to me," I told Cissy.

"Well," she responded, "tonight I realized that life was too short to go without friends. So, yea."

"About time," I responded.

I had to admit, I felt a lot better having had told someone about that part of my life. I guess they were right, telling someone does help. I glanced up at my window and thought I saw a man floating there. He was deathly pale, and wore an elegant coat. Before I could get a closer look, he was gone. I figured that it probably was just a delusion or something. I went to bed easily that night.