Mum and I decided that as long as I'm doing my homework good enough, I get an hour a week to update. But now it's time for the National holidays, so I think I'll get more time to write. Hooray! Now, please read the last chapter of Years 1.

Chapter Fourteen: Party And Plans

In and out. In, and out. In...

"Mia? What ere you 'oing?" The smooth voice of Lucas Mecarto broke through her silent reverie. She squeaked.

"Omigosh, is it time for the party?" She turned her wide amber eyes towards her cousin, and he rolled his eyes at her." Yez prinzezz. Geeze, e don't know what'z to 'orry about, er iz it my oh-zo-good looking face that makz you zo nervouz?"

Hermione snorted at his French accent," no, it's not that. It's... Maybe later, Lucas, our parents must be waiting."

Lucas cocked his eyebrow at her," Ok, but if there'z a problem, you know 'here to find me."

She grinned at him," thanks Luc, I'll keep that in mind.

She will try not to dwell on that dream. She really would.

Hermione smoothed the imaginary wrinkles off her dress, which was made of dark green velvet. Her once unruly brown curls were now sleeked down, falling gracefully to the middle of her back, with silver pins holding it back from her face. She stepped from the fireplace in the Malfoy manor, and was immediately engulfed in a hug from Pansy.

"Oh... Morgana! Pans... can't breathe." Hermione gasped, and reluctantly, she released her.

"Thank Merlin you came Hermione. You don't know how boring it is to stay with the boys." She rolled her eyes at the two boys, who were both grinning from ear to ear.

"Hello boys," Hermione smirked, and nodded at them. She then pulled Lucas from her parents' side and made the introduction.

"Guys, this is my cousin, the oh so great, Lucas Mecarto, heir to house Mecarto of the France elite." She rolled her eyes at this, but this was the way here egotistic cousin loves to be introduced, and since she often needs his help, Hermione does not want to get on the wrong side of him. Or more like to busy to bother.

Pansy's eyes widened dramatically at him, and blushed. Hermione rolled her eyes again. Honestly. Ok, so Lucas was quite good-looking for a thirteen year old, with messy brown hair and piercing grey eyes, but really, there was no need for the blush.

"Hello, I'm Pansy Parkinson," to her great relief, Pansy seemed to come back to earth, though not completely, as she still seemed quite dazed.

"The pleazure iz all mine, Mizz Parkinzon." Lucas bowed gracefully, and placed a kiss on Pansy's out-stretched hand. Pansy blushed and giggled. Hermione huffed in annoyance.

"In the name of Morgana, Lucas! Stop trying to dazzle my friend."

"Do e 'ear jealezy, 'ear couzin?" Lucas winked at her, but turned to greet the boys, who were both quite eager to meet him, though Hermione didn't know why.

Boys.

Only about twenty people were at the party. The Malfoys, De Grangers, Parkinsons, Zabinis and of course, the Dark Lord, who was talking to Lucas, and seemed quite pleased about whatever they were talking about.

"So, Hermione, what's this big secret you say you were going to tell me when we were getting off the train at the end of year?" Pansy, materializing out of no where, asked.

Hermione looked at her in puzzlement, before giggling," oh, you mean that."

"Yes, that. Whatever that is." Pansy muttered the last part under her breath.

She chuckled at her friend," oh Pans," she sighed, her eyes locked on her cousin's silhouette." My cousin, well, he's gay."

Pansy's eyes widened dramatically, and chocked out," he's... gay?"

"Yep." Hermione smirked, popping the 'p'." You should have been there when his parents found out. It was hilarious."

"What happened?" Pansy raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

"Well, it was actually my friend Fleur who found out, and she told her sister, Gabrielle, who then told Mr. and Mrs. Delacour, and... I think you can guess what happened from there. Uncle Lysander was furious." She smirked again at the memory.

"How did Fleur find out?"

"Well, if I recall correctly, she found him in an alcove snogging a boy, what's his name? Davis? No. Conner? No..."

"Et vas Corzalviz, prinzezz." Said a smooth voice from behind here. Hermione turned around, and came face to face with...

Lucas Mecarto, who was smirking for all he was worth.

Double crap.

"During the past month, I've made the plans for next year. Mr Mecarto, you're going to try and recruit some future death eaters from Beaubaxtons, and of course, you'll bring Miss Delacour next time, won't you, Miss De Granger?" His face, or the front of his hood turned towards here, and Hermione nodded.

"And for you four, the mission is a bit complicated." He paused, the lull before the storm." I need you to slip my diary into the hands of Miss Ginevra Weasley."

That's it? Just slip a diary into the hands of the little blood traitor?

"Now, this diary is not an ordinary diary. You see, it's a horcrux, which means it has a bit of my soul in it." Gasps all around the room." With a little luck, it'll get Miss Weasley wrapped around it's finger, and she'll open the Chamber of Secrets."

"The Chamber of Secrets?" Draco breathed.

Voldemort nodded," yes, I opened the chamber in my fifth year, the basilisk, killed Myrtle. But what I want is for Miss Weasley open the chamber, and with my diary in her hands. You see, every word she wrights in the diary is sucked by that piece of my soul which is in it, and once all the power little Miss Weasley holds has been drained, I shall be reformed, with my sixteen-year-old form."

"Reformed?" Blaise's voice was a little high," you mean like back, in blood and flesh? How is that possible, my Lord?"

"Because the power Miss Weasley holds is enough for my piece of soul in the diary to grow powerful, powerful enough to get out." He looked around at them all." So... will you do it?"

"Yes, my Lord, it'll be our pleasure." Hermione said for all. And they meant it.

This is the last chapter, hooray! I've finally finished it.! I'll start rewriting it soon, and I'll post a notice when the second part is on.

~ Jasmine

P.s. The first chapter is now being rewritten!