Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter… blah blah blah.

I do own Ceraphina her mother and now Raven Dalymple…. Somewhat. Also some other random characters such as Aries.

I apologize for the lack of updates. School has started obviously and my Geomotry teacher hates me. I think I am going to call her Umbridge now…. She is rather short and stout.. Maybe a long lost relative…

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I was at the Room of Requirements location. It was amazing, I never failed to be in awe of all the intricacy of every detail of Hogwarts. Even with magic it would have taken forever to make everything come together.

Walking past the wall three times thinking, "I need a room to hide things, I need a room to hide things…" A door opened and I smiled and walked in. A dragon's hoard awaited me.

I blinked a few times at the massive pile of items towering over me. I looked back in my mind to try and remember where the diadem would be hidden. I thought of the bust of the ugly warlock, then recalled that was just where Harry put it so he could go back and find the potions book…

I sighed and just started looking around. I saw a whole lot of interesting books that were no doubt banned from Hogwarts. There were a few about Occlumancy. I made a mental note to myself to come back here with Draco and sort through some useful things. The towers of books teetered dangerously over my head and there were cages of dead things with mutated skulls, some still with skin and feathers attached. It was like a Weasley Twin playground. There were potion ingredients scattered to and fro. I often had to step around suspicious looking liquids that smelt horrendous. I had a fright when a rooster suddenly ran in front of me clucking away. I wondered if it had anything to do with the Chamber of Secrets when the Basilisk was still alive. I felt a brief pang of grief for lost knowledge. The things the Basilisk could have told about the founder of the Slytherin house…

Finally around a cabinet that was intricately carved…wait a second, oh yeah that was the broken vanishing cabinet that peeves broke in.. hmm I forgot what year it was. Anyway I caught sight of the diadem dangling over the top. It was a rather tall cabinet so I tried jumping to reach it before realizing that I could just summon it…Duh.

When it was safely in my hands I could sense that it was sentient. It seemed to be searching my heart for something. I paused for a moment, regretting coming here alone. I heard a voice inside my head it's malevolent tone hissing, "Ceraphina Peneroe. You come here in pursuit of destroying me. But what's this? You are of noble Slytherin blood also."

My whole body seemed to freeze up. I tried to put up higher Occlumancy barriers only to find they hadn't even been broken into. There was another hissing voice in mind, only this one was familiar and felt worried. Then it abruptly disappeared as the Horcrux spoke again, "Cera, your mind is strong, but none can match mine. I have seen your desires. We are not so different, you and I. You say you have no aversion to muggles, having been raised by them. But your experiences in there world are anything but joyful. What is it that makes you defend them so spectacularly?"

I regained some of my thought capability. The fraction of the Dark Lord's soul seemed to want me to answer, "My experiences were mine alone, no one else's. I knew some extraordinary muggles. I also have respect for human life, which apparently is different from you. I would also like to point out that I am the Heir of Slytherin, not you. You are merely a distant relative."

There was a burning sensation in my mind. It was angry with me. If I was ever hit by the cruciatis curse, I am sure this is what it would feel like. A shriek filled the air and it was my own. Again the worried hissing was in my mind and I made out words this time. Aries was trying to talk to me, "Cera, Cera? Where are you?"

I tried to reach back out to him, "I manage to say, "Get Severus.. Room of Requirement."

Then everything went dark and I was consumed by the Horcrux.

When I woke up I was staring at white everywhere. My vision was blurry and my thoughts were incoherent to even myself. My whole body was exhausted and I felt cold, and somewhat depressed, I don't know where that came from thought. Slowly things came into focus and Madam Pomfrey was bustling around gathering a collection of potions and healing draughts. I groaned. I looked around and saw Snape there too. He looked uncharacteristically concerned.

I smirked, "Worried about me?

He glared, "You get into more trouble than Potter. He hasn't been in the hospital wing for anything major this year."

I smirked, "Oh don't worry just wait till Juneish. Even my extraordinary skills cannot save him from his annual near death experience."

He glared at me even more and started talking in a low whisper, "I told you to be careful, and what do you do? You almost get possessed by the Dark Lord's Horcrux. Which by the way I have successfully destroyed.. Do you know how hard it was to make up a believable story for Dumbledore on what happened! He was under the impression that you were the victim of a dark ritual gone wrong, done by yourself!"

I sniffed, "Oh I see, this has nothing to do with my own personal safety, it has to do with your convenience of not letting Dumbledore know." He rolled his eyes, "Of course I was concerned with your personal safety, why else would I be waiting for you to wake up to make sure you were ok. Like I said I knew your mother and…."

He cut off abruptly and stood up. He then walked out without another word. It irked me that he wouldn't tell me anything about that. Madam Pomfrey walked over to me and said, "Here's a few potions for ya' dearie. Maybe this will teach you not to duel with some of the older Slytherins. Honestly, Dark magic in Hogwarts, what next!"

Well now I know what my cover story was. I looked suspiciously at the potions, I saw a couple of different energy restoring potions, but most I didn't recognize. I smelt some rare ingredients, such as unicorn hair, which was widely used in potions for the effect of purification, which made sense.

"What are they all."

She frowned impatiently, apparently not used to patients questioning her, "Invigorating Draught, Draught of Anti-Darkness, and Dreamless Sleep."

I mentally berated myself for not recognizing that. And picked out the two others and downed them as quickly as possible.

She glared, "You have to take the Dreamless Sleep."

I shook my head, "Nope."

She was flat out scowling now, "And do you have a good reason for this?"

I smirked, "Actually I'm allergic to the reaction of mixed wormwood and asphodel." This was total bull of course.

She looked taken aback, "Well I will have to confirm this with your head of house of course. But that is usually in all sleeping potions. I guess another alternative is the Draught of Peace, but with the upcoming exams our stock is all out. Will you be fine awake?

I nod, "Yes of course I feel perfect." Which was a complete lie, I felt like I had been run over by a semi, and my thoughts seemed to have a lingering effect of the hopelessness I had felt when the Horcrux was in my mind.

She gave me a suspicious look and walked away. I think I just accomplished being the first one to make her leave me alone. Not one minute after she walked away, it seemed the entirety of the Slytherin house was crowded around my bed wanting to know what happened. I also saw Luna amidst them looking worried also.

Draco managed to push past the crowd saying, "Everybody shut-up! If we aren't quiet the old hag is going to come kick us out." He took a deep breath and looked at me, "Are you ok?"

I nodded, "Oh yes, I am just peachy. You know how it is after you've been bombarded with Dark Magic. Everything feels wonderful."

There were many relieved giggles in the group. I think a lot of them were under the impression that I had been messing in things I shouldn't have been messing with. My suspicions were confirmed when Daphne asked, "What in the world did you do Cera?"

I shrugged and smirked, "That is for me to know and you to find out."

My answer seemed to be good enough for most of them but from the looks Tracy, Luna, and Draco were giving me, I would be having a long discussion later.

Disappointed, most of the Slytherins left then. Tori, Tracy, Luna, and Draco stayed. We talked for a while. Luna kept giving me odd looks. (Odd for her) Finally Madam Pomfrey seemed to think we got to loud and kicked them out. My head was hurting even worse now.

The over-protective nurse took one look at me and frowned, "I have just had an interesting discussion with Professor Snape and it turns out you are NOT allergic to Dreamless Sleep. So you will take it. Especially since you look like Death himself."

I glared and sent Professor Snape theoretical thoughts of anger. I took the Dreamless Sleep resignedly and immediately felt the effects as I slipped into a more peaceful darkness.