The first thing people did when I entered the Great Hall was whisper. Magical or not, this was a school like any other. (If other schools had, you know, elves and moving trees and pet owls.) Meaning gossip travelled FAST. Especially big things, like this, fortunately I was used to it, being involved in almost all the drama every year. "Harry Potter and his friends did so-and-so! His sister was there!" Such like this. However, it was not often I was the ONLY center of attention. Usually there were either the twins and Lee involved (when it was gossip about the latest prank), Abigail or Fionina (if it was about classes or social shite) or Harry, Ron, and Hermione if it was about something my brother had done. Virtually never by myself.

I found myself wanting the attention off of me, and quickly. It made it easier to deal if others were enduring it as well. Or at least I found.

The second thing that happened was Draco Malfoy, the Barbie doll himself, came stomping in. Pink from head to toe.

Everyone took a second to process it before bursting into laughter, quieting down fearfully (Barbie-phobia), or shooting knowing glances at the twins and I. They did know our handiwork, I'd give them that. 'Mr. Malfoy!' Professor McGonagall exclaimed on seeing him. 'What has happened to you?!'

'Some rubbish-' I snorted, '-broke into MY PERSONAL ROOM and put some sort of colouring device inside of it!' He waved his hands dramatically. 'My entire room! Pink! PINK! Wait until my FATHER hears about this!'

McGonagall waved her wand and he was cleared of the pink, though his hair remained tinged a sick orange-ish colour still, as he huffed to his seat, glaring at me. The git had at least the brains to know who had tricked him. Minnie turned back to the table, shooting Fred and I disapproving glancing as she went. Though once her head had turned, I could have sworn I saw a slight smirk on her face. Minnie must not be a fan of Malfoy either.

I glanced over at Fred, glad the attention was diverted from me to me AND the twins. He shot me a thumbs up under the table, and I giggled behind my hand.

'Oi, lovebirds, fill me in!' Said George, plopping down in a seat.

I felt heat creeping into my neck. SHUT UP GEORGE. Fred, though, looked completely unfrazzled. 'We set off colour bombs.'

'I get that part, twit. I expect lavish details of what I miss, though.'

'We had to break into the boys dormitories, so I had to carry Kal up!' Fred announced, now looking quite as embarrassed as I. George stared at the two of us knowingly.

'Look at you two crazy kids! Going on dates-'

'George, I'm sorry to say that you've lost your mind.' I said sarcastically. 'Also, wouldn't you know if we were secretly dating? Twin telepathy?'

'We do not have telepathy-!' George.

'-No. We are two very different and-' Fred.

'Independent people, don't let the-'

'-Fact that we finish each other's sentences fool you, Kal. We are-'

'-indeed very unique.'

I looked between them, awed and confused. Poor Lee! Was this how it was when we all talked in unison?! 'You two are freaks of nature.'

'Since when is incredibly charming and handsome the same thing as being a freak of nature?' Fred joked, knocking his leg with mine.

'Never was, never will be.'

'Wounded!' George exclaimed. 'Why must you insist on hurting us so?'

'Apologies.' I replied in my best proper voice. 'Look, I got to get to class.' Sadly, I did not have all my classes with the twins. I did not have Astronomy with them, for example.

Astronomy blew as usual.

I was glad to be going, though so I wouldn't have to endure all the staring and pointing as I passed in the Great Hall. Or the murderous glares Draco and his group were shouting me. Worthy of Voldemort himself, I would say.

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I didn't get to see the twins properly for the rest of the day, only rushed conversation in between lessons. So it was with great relief that I made my way up to Gryffindor tower after a detention with the Astronomy professor for pointing out new, exciting consolations. Apparently, seeing a group of stars shaped somewhat like a chocolate frog and naming it "Frogius Delicicus" was not something to put on a star map. Whoops.

All I had wanted was a nice, normal, relaxing, NON TERRIFYING evening. Of course I couldn't have one just this once. I heard Ron Weasley's screams before I hit the tower.

Beginning to run, I collided with a figure holding a knife. Oh no. Not two attackers in two days! My throat was stuck, I couldn't even scream, just backed away on the floor. I could hardly see the figure in the darkness, just that it was tall and it was distinctly male, based on the broad shoulders and chest. At least it wasn't the woman from the day previous.

Fear was a strong emotion in my mind. Fear and a raw instinct to survive, to get away, even if I knew it wasn't likely to escape for the second time in days.

The man dove behind a suit of armor, and pushed aside a brick that was just wide enough to create a passage that I had never known about, it wasn't even on the map! But then again, the space was hardly for by five feet. Probably an accidental hiding place of some sort, as much as I would have liked to ponder it some more, I was rudely interrupted as the man dragged me in as well.

Oh crud. This was turning out to be such a great week.

And I heard footsteps pass, shouting, calls from Harry, Abigail, Fionina, Katie, Lee and the twins. 'Kal! KALMINE? Where is she?!'

'She had detention, she might have been caught!'

'Shut UP Lee!'

The footsteps faded to nothing, so I whirled to face my attacker. Needless to say how surprised I was to be face to face with none other than Sirius Black. A yelp finally came from my throat much too late for anybody to hear, how inconvenient for me. He looked maniacal, crazed, not at all like he had in all the tapes that I had watched, and all the vague "memories" if you would even call them that. (Really they were just a mental picture of something.) Azkaban had changed this man for the worse, I could tell just by looking at his haggard, sunken face where the folds of his dirty skin his his true emotion.

The stone was gone. No escape.

A sense of dread filled me as I looked back into this horrible mans eyes, silently thinking horrible thoughts that may or may not have involved him and a sword and myself holding said sword. 'Go on then!' I prodded stupidly, fed up completely with all the drama for one year, still not as scared as I should've been. 'Kill me! Wouldn't be the first time this week someone's tried to!'

The look of realization hit his face like a freight train moving across him, his eyes softening as he looked into mine, his mouth twitching a bit, as if with a smile. But as soon as it came it was gone back to the hard face of a killer. 'Kalmine Potter?'

'Yes, I assume that's why you brought me here with a knife?'

'Wh-no-'

'Oh NO!' I feigned surprise. 'So I'm in here for no reason, am I? You meant to get my brother? What a disappointment that I'm the one that always gets detentions, then.'

He made a move as if to touch me, so without thinking, I drew my wand and blindly kicked upwards, my leg making contact with the soft flesh I recognized to be a person's gut, where all I could feel was ribs in the man, Merlin was this criminal skinny. Sirius Black leant over with a hiss of pain much like that of an animal, giving me the opportunity to jump back at the wall, which gave away as I pounded the brick with every ounce of force I possessed.

With a pant of relief I ran out onto the grounds and looked wildly around for any signs of people, not seeing anyone. It suddenly occurred to me how close to death I had come twice in just these past few days. The imaginary footsteps that pursued me made me look harder.

McGonagall was the one to finally find me. She and a group of professors, evidently searching for Black. 'Thank MERLIN you're alright child!' She grasped my boulders tightly to steer me into the great hall, where I saw the entire student body strewn about in muggle sleeping bags, packed in like tuna in a can.

When I walked in, I caused an uproar.

Everyone pointed and whispered, a few even let out appreciative shouts, the eldest Goyle fixed me with a distinctly disappointed glare. Sorry that I was not hurt… or something worse. A flash of brown and the sparkle of metal in dim light flew at me from nowhere, toppling me nearly to the ground.

'Kalmine! You scared us all, where did you go?' Harry demanded breathlessly.

'I'm fine Harry, just what-'

'Sirius Black! He tried to break into the Gryffindor Tower and hurt the Grey Lady, she's really out of sorts!'

My glance must have hardened, because Harry shook me. 'What, Kal, what?'

'I know,' I gestured at Dumbledore to meet me, which he did, and I quickly told him I had some things I needed to tell Professors and students alike so no rumours would be started.

'Very well.' He allowed me in front of the school, and I quickly elaborated to the curious and horrified people before me. Bright red Weasley hair was an odd comfort while I did so though whether it was Ron's, Fred's, or George's I didn't know nor did I care. Decidedly it wasn't Percy's. His hair was too short and too dorky to mistake for anyone but his.

Finally though, the Hall burst into whispers, the call of countless students hissing in unison in a stone, echoing room. Harry gave me a frightened look, almost pleading: "I told you to stay out of trouble, big sister." I could hear him in my skull, repeating it over and over and over until I wanted to scream out that I wanted to, so badly I wanted to.

'Obviously she's lying!' A voice called out, someone I couldn't see properly yet. 'What an attention whore!'

'Yeah!' Sneered Steven Goyle from his seat, looking me tauntingly in the eyes. 'What a stupid story.' A chorus of whispers broke out once more: a lot of the school arguing them, but the Slytherin's remaining true to their cronies and backing the two of them up. It was no secret that I was not on the best terms with the Snake house.

My blood boiled. My face reddened. But it was nothing compared to the people around me. Ron jumped out from the throng of students and stormed towards the voice, I could now see a brown head of hair that was the voice. Parkinson, of course. 'You don't insult the Potter's!' He shouted at her like the loyal git he was.

'There ARE only two of them,' said Pansy snobbily, making ME want to punch the child across the face. You will not punch those younger than you, you will not punch those younger than you, you will not-

'You horrible snake!' He sputtered, pointing his wand. The blessed boy sent a Stinging Hex at the pug girl.

Hermione ran after him the second he had done it, I could hear her scolding already reaching my ears. That girl was uptight, but my head was still trying to wrap around what Pansy had said. Attention Whore? Did the school think I was an attention whore? I was not!

'Ronald! You'll get in trouble now, you hexed a student-'

Attention found me without my prior knowledge or wish, it just seemed to. If anyone wanted to take my place they could, I would gladly step down m=from my role in the life of an orphaned teenager whose godfather is an imprisoned murderer and who constantly has to run from the Dark Lord himself. If that made me an attention whore, then it wasn't my fault that I was.

'-what were you thinking anyway? That you could just-'

I stood up angrily and looked out at the crowd, all either watching Hermione and Ron, Pansy, or me. 'Ahem!' Everybody looked to me as I cleared my throat aggressively and loudly. 'I am not an attention whore, so you be informed. I do not want any attention nor do I seek it. I simply am there at the wrong time in the wrong place under the wrong set of circumstances.' Relief washed over me when my speech sounded halfway intelligent unlike it had in my head. 'The only ATTENTION I have ever looked for was for my personal jokes and fun. Anyone who wants to be in my place right now is the TRUE attention brat, not me. Thank you.'

I then dismounted the stage trying to hold my head high, and marched over to Abigail and Lee where they stood.

'Holy Helena, Kal, are you quite sure you're alright? So many happenings in a matter of days!' She exclaimed in my ear.

'I'll be fine.' I assured the both of them, who looker rather unconvinced. 'I'm always fine.'

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