A/N: Okay, new chapter! Ha, I told you I'd have it up soon! Like 20 minutes later! Mwahaha. Okay, here it is.

Disclaimer: I do this for safety. I don't own anything but the plot and Aubree Sewell.

"Wait, say what?" I butted into the conversation. "Why?"

Dumbledore hushed his tone down a bit. "You-know-who is going after you." I had to lean in closer to hear what he said. "I don't know why, but he really wants you… badly." I tried not to cry as I just stood there silently. "So, can I trust you three?"

The trio nodded as Harry spoke up. "We'll keep an eye out for her."

Ron scoffed. "More like mission impossible."

I shot him wet daggers. Hopefully he would've felt how wet they were; I needed pity.

Dumbledore smiled thinly. "Dismissed." He opened the doors and we stepped out of the Great Hall, walking back to the Gryffindor tower. I didn't really pay attention to the conversation the trio held while walking to tower. I didn't even pay attention to where we were going; if I got lost, then it would be my loss. I just kept thinking, why would he want me? Half-blood, plain-old Aubree Sewell?

Apparently, I didn't get lost, because I ended up being in front of a portrait of a fat lady, Harry, Ron, and Hermione still by my side.

I didn't pay attention to the riddle either, because Hermione answered it directly after it was given. The portrait "moved," and a tube-like hallway appeared. I silently followed them to the common room, where a few Gryffindor students hung around, waiting for "The Golden Trio" to come back from their meeting with Dumbledore.

"What was it about?" A boy with blond hair, about my short height and plump, came up to Harry.

He glanced at me; I gave a "please don't tell him," look. "Just welcoming us to a new year." He lied, as I nodded.

He gave a confused face, "Why did the first-year come stay with you then?"

"Yeah," I spoke up, "not a first year. I'm a fifth year."

He shook his head. "Yeah right, you got sorted at the ceremony this evening."

Ron smirked. "Late bloomer."

I groaned. "Ignoring Ron's comment, I'm Aubree Sewell." She held out her hand.

He smiled and took her hand. He shook it lightly. "I'm Neville Longbottom."

"Nice meeting you." I said politely. "Now if you'll excuse me, I think I'm just going to crash into that sofa, right over there." I walked over to the couch and collapsed onto the sofa. "This thing's harder than it looks." I complained; so much for soft dreams.

"You'll get used to it." Ginny said, sitting on the sofa across from her.

I laughed as I sat upright. "Like I said, I don't get used to things like this easily." I shook my head and crossed my legs. I stared into the fire until I heard a quarrel starting from the entrance of the common room. Ron and Hermione were having a row; I've never seen them have a row. Harry sat down next to me.

"Harry?" I asked, "Do they always have rows like this?"

He laughed and nodded, "The earliest row I've heard them have for the past few school years."

I listened to them yell at each other. "You're right, it is more annoying than the rows I had with Ron. They must have had a lot of them, huh?"

"Definitely." He smiled as I continued to watch them quarrel.

"Who usually wins?"

"Hermione." Harry said, like it came from reflex.

"Obviously." I laughed. "The day Ron wins is the day I kiss Malfoy."

We both laughed as Ron and Hermione ceased the fighting to minimal screaming. I breathed a sigh of relief as Hermione sat next to Ginny and started to talk to her.

"Thank Merlin they stopped!" I stated. "They would've made me deaf if they continued."

"This was probably the earliest they stopped too."

"Wow, I'm really glad I'm here to experience these world-breaking events." I teased as I stood up to wander around. After passing the staircase and hearing snores, I realized how tired I was. "Hey Hermione?" I gave a signal for her to come to me.

"Yes?" She answered.

"I'm really tired, where should I go?" I asked.

"I'll bring you to our room." She started going up the staircase and I followed. "Oh, Hermione?"

"Yes?" She answered again, the same tone as her earlier response.

"What was the password?"

"It was easy," She responded with a shrug, "the password was liver."

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