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A/N: So was the last book smashing or what? I'm horribly sad that our beloved Harry Potter has come to an end. Sorry to all those people who loved spending the night in front of the bookstores. Anyway, sorry that it took me so long to update. I've been out of town and trying to pack for school but here's the update to everyone's favorite story. Thanks for reading.

Dear Mother and Father,

In light of recent events

"No, that's . . . that's horrible."

Dear Father and Mother,

It has occurred to me that

"Since when could I not write letters." I never thought it would be this hard to write a letter to my own parents. But then again, it was almost as if I was writing a letter of resignation.

Dear mum and dad,

How are you guys? I'm doing fine. The mission going well and I believe by the end of the year, it will be complete.

The school is lovely and the weather and the people. I met a boy named Remus Lupin. He's such a wonderful person and, I suppose the reason I'm writing this letter to you both.

I really, really like him, mum, dad. He's so sweet and smart and just all around special. And the thought of leaving him and all my new friends is absolutely unthinkable. So, I've decided to stay here, in this time with them, if that is all right.

Of course, you'll both get to meet Remus because I'm sure he'd love to meet the both of you. I really do hope you understand.

Love,

Regina-Clarisse.

I dotted my eyes, placing the quill back in my bottle of ink. I think I reread the letter about ten times before I got up from my place on the floor and walked over to one of the school owls. I just hoped the owl would be able to find them. My parents were very rarely stationary.

Now with my letter, the owl soared out the window and I felt almost immediate relief. Mum would understand. If dad didn't, mum would because she was just like that.

"Miss Regina-Clarisse." I spun around to find that greasy haired Severus Snape leering at me.

"What is it?" I said, grabbing my ink and quill and stuffing it into my bag.

"Lucius Malfoy requests your immediate audience in the dungeons." Snape's lip curled up in a horrible sneer and the words dripped from his mouth with unhidden disgust. Either, he just really didn't like me or being Lucius Malfoy's right-hand man wasn't as 'glamorous' as it seemed.

"Let me guess, it's a mandatory audience?" I asked. In response, Snape pulled out his wand, aiming it at my heart. "Right, thought so. Lead the way, oh loyal one."

"Stay snotty all you want, it's not going to help you."

"Probably not, but at least it makes you mad."

Snape's eyebrow twitched before he poked me in my chest with his wand.

"I'm going, I'm going. Merlin, you're impatient." Moving away from his wand, I let him point me in the direction of the dungeons.