DISCLAIMER: Do I look like I own Harry Potter? Well...you can't really see me, so that doesn't help...so I'll answer it for you. Haha...No.

A/N: Okay, so I've been really busy lately and haven't really had time to write anything, but this is what I decided. I didn't have much planned for 2nd year, so I summed it up in this uuber short chapter. The next couple years I'm hopefully gonna go through pretty fast. 3rd will be somewhat long, 4th won't be too too much, 5th will be very short and 6th will be the longest. (The story will end with 6th...there will be a sequel which will be a bit better than this, that will take place in what would be 7th year. You'll understand why I did it like this when I get there.) Anyways, I hope you enjoy this little bit and it's enough to keep you a teeny tiny itsy bitsy little bit interested.

Chapter 10: A Little Interlude

So that was it. My first year at Hogwarts was over before I knew it. Who would have thought that I would end up actually wanting to go back for a second year after the terrible start I had?

I didn't. But go back, I did.

Second year was a hard one for me. Harry and I began to drift apart. For some reason, he seemed to be drifting from more than just me. Ron and Hermione started to notice it as well. He had begun to spend time alone with Hedwig in the Owlery. He refused to speak at meals and was increasingly going to bed earlier and earlier, though Ron claimed that he was still awake.

I was worried. He didn't know it, but I was scared out of my wits for that boy. Terry would ask me every single day what was on my mind or what was bothering me, but I didn't have the heart to tell him. I couldn't bear to let him know the truth.

Problems did arise, just as the house elf had warned. Threats appeared on the walls, written in what appeared to be blood. From what, no one was certain, but Hagrid's chickens had begun to drop dead with no explanation at all. He claimed it was a Blood-sucking Bugbear, but I knew different.

T'was a shame I couldn't say anything.

Many times I would venture up to Dumbledore's office. I sobbed and I begged to let me tell him what was going on. He refused and told me that only time would be able reveal it to him. Then he would hurry me out of his office and shut the door firmly behind him.

When the attacks started, I couldn't help but feel uneasy. I shouldn't have, for I was just as much a pureblood as Malfoy (despite the Siren in me), but Hogwarts was no longer safe. For anybody. Harry knew it. Dumbledore knew it. For Merlin's sake, the whole bloody school knew it.

So why wasn't anything being done? I grew irritated as one by one the students started to drop to the floors, stone cold and frozen as if someone had pushed pause on the remote of their lives. I witnessed the body of Justin Finch-Fletchley as it was carried up the stairs by the teachers. The image sometimes still lingers in my mind during the late hours I lie awake, staring at the ceiling.

Time was something I seemed to have increasingly more of. With Harry gone most of the time, I would find myself doing research in the library. I wanted to find out more about my family, for it was becoming exasperating how little I knew about them. Even Dumbledore wouldn't give me the answers I desired.

Speaking of family, I noticed changes in my cousins as well. Ginny, in particular. For a while, I had forgotten everything about the diary, for I did as much as I could to avoid the young girl. It all came back, however, to the surface of my mind with an dreadful bump. It took everything in me not to tell Harry immediately.

Fred and George easily became my heroes. Working alongside them, they told me their plans for the future. They wanted to open their own joke shop and make products for other troublemakers. I loved the idea and told them I would be of service to help them whenever they needed me. I think they were glad to know that Hermione hadn't completely rubbed off on me.

Gilderoy Lockhart was growing increasingly more infuriating. The new Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor was more sickening than he was in the books (both J.K.'s and his own). I would spend most of class throwing darts at his forehead, in my mind, of course. The girls around me swooned as he walked through the classroom door. The boys stared at him as though he were some brave hero returning from battle. Harry, Ron and I, on the other hand, felt like we were going to be sick.

I hated him more than the others did, though I knew he was no great threat to us, nor was he any help. I didn't feel I was learning anything from that class, except that "John C. loves Maybelle R." which was inscribed on the underside of the desk I was at.

I was changing as well. Not only was I beginning to go through normal girl changes, but I had my own personal problems. My back ached at random times during the day, causing me to excuse myself and have to run to the bathroom. There wasn't anything I could do to stop it from happening, but once I was in the bathroom, I could fix it. My shoulder blades had shifted into an uncomfortable position, making it difficult to lie on my back and sleep impossible. God, did I hate being me sometimes.

Terry showed more signs of possessiveness. It began to bother me when his eyes flashed as I mentioned Harry's name. He would check on me when I said I'd be in the library for a while, and would escort me to each of my classes. His cousin, who was two years older than us and in the same house as him, kept an eye on me as well. We had never formally been introduced, but I recognized her watching me as I walked away with him. The look in her eye was indescribable. Concerned was the only word close enough to explain it, but even that wasn't strong enough.

When the time came Hermione herself was attacked, I could see the effect it had on a particular friend of mine. A particular male cousin of mine, as a matter of fact.

Ron was greatly disturbed. He'd sit by her bed in the Hospital Wing and stare at her with longing eyes. Harry didn't seem to notice it, for he was as worried as we were, but I did. Instead of watching Hermione, I would find myself staring at Ron the entire time. It was the first time I began to wonder about his feelings for her.

Moving swiftly along, the boys couldn't stand it anymore. When word got out that Ron's sister had been taken by the monster into the Chamber of Secrets, they sprang into action like the heroes they would grow to be.

This time, I would not be joining them.

The only details I know are those I've read in the book, and those that have been told to me by Harry. Even so, I don't like to think about them. Something bad had happened down in the Chamber. I was in the Common Room at the time and I could feel it. Something deep in my chest took hold of my heart and squeezed it. Squeezed it, until I couldn't breathe. My eyes became unfocused and my head spun.

But as soon as it started, it was over. I shook my head and tried to focus on the flames in front of me. My breathing returned to normal and I looked around the room. It had become empty. In a matter of seconds, or perhaps it had been longer, everyone had left for bed.

Seeing Harry the next morning gave me the greatest relief. I had spent the night curled up on the couch, watching the fire in the fireplace as it slowly faded into ashes. I pretended to be asleep when the little house elves came around to clean up while everyone else was sleeping. They were funny, grubby little creatures with incredibly long ears. I watched through peeking eyes as they hobbled around the Common Room and left quickly.

Another year had gone by. Another whole year. With it went some of our 7th year students and even some of the teachers. I don't believe many were upset to hear that Professor Lockhart would not be returning for a second term. He was to have a permanent room at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. Rumor had it, he'd lost his mind, so to speak. Ron turned red every time someone brought up the topic.

The next summer was going to be different. We all made plans to get together, this time without the help of a flying car or an unexpected Apparition. Ron said he would speak to his Mother and arrange something. In the meantime, Harry, Hermione and I would return to the Muggle World, leaving all magic behind.

However, it wouldn't take long for my summer to take a nasty turn. I would receive some fascinating news one day as I pulled a copy of the Daily Prophet from the foot of a large barn owl. A prisoner had escaped from Azkaban. A prisoner who'd been locked up for nearly 12 years for murder.

A prisoner with my last name.

A/N: Okay, so if you've made it this far...Congratulations! You are not easily bored. Lol. It's so bad that I have no faith in what I've written so far and yet I keep updating. Please REVIEW. I'd really appreciate knowing that at least SOMEONE is interested. I have plans for the rest of the chapters that should keep your interest, but if no one reviews, I might just drop the whole thing, and I would really hate to do that. Thanks a lot to all of you!