Hello everybody! So yeah… here's my new update. I don't feel like writing a hell of a lot right now… well at least, not for this little AN… sooo yahh. I'm just going to say that I don't legally own any of the Harry Potter characters, and umm, any of the plots. I just own my characters and my plots. SO SUCK IT! Sorry. That was un-needed =) alright, enjoyyyy the chappie! And please review at the endd! -Mooch

A New And Not So Improved Plan

"Can I please change now?" I asked angrily as I stared at Madame Pomfrey who was holding a bottle full of tonic. It had been in the hospital wing for almost four days. Even though, despite my efforts, I had tried to escape I hadn't even made it outside of my cell made of curtains.

Portia had also still been in St. Mungo's, re-cooperating, and spending time with her mom and Valentina. We hadn't had a chance to talk to her at all since we last saw her at the hospital after she had given birth. And even then, it had basically been a cry-fest, so it didn't technically count as "talking".

Today was a Saturday and Madame Pomfrey still wasn't letting me out of the bloody hospital. Although I persistently asked if I could change out of my hospital gown. It really wasn't necessary at all.

"Yes, very well. If it will keep you from whining!" She snapped at me and I leaped off of my bed and grabbed my clothes then sprinted into the bathroom at the end of the hall.

After locking the door behind me, I ripped off the ugly hospital gown and threw on a pair of black shorts and a red long sleeve shirt. I pulled my hair into a high ponytail and checked to make sure that I looked at least semi-decent. My friends could deal with my appearance, I mean seriously? I was in the hospital, what did they want me to do?

I left the gown in the bathroom on top of the sink and then walked back out into the waiting area to see an awfully familiar head of golden curls.

"Porsche!" I yelled loudly and my friend whipped around and beamed when she saw me. I ran up to her and she hugged me as tightly as she would've any other day. I pulled back and looked her over… A little chubby, but she was still the Portia I knew and loved.

"Bloody hell! You're here!" I exclaimed and she giggled.

"Well, I do go to school here…" She smiled and I rolled my eyes, but smiled anyway.

"Come and sit with me! I'm dying of boredom!" I told her and tried to drag her over to my bed.

"Wow. Madame Pomfrey was right, you are being whiny!" She laughed at me and I threw a glare at the old woman who was walking towards her office now and then at my friend.

"Being in this asylum for four days does that to a person. So you just shut up." I growled at her and she laughed again. We got to my bed and we sat down on top of it, cross legged and facing each other. I noticed she was in a pair of comfy sweats and some slippers, although her hair and nails were done to perfection.

"Still putting in the extra time for your makeup I see." I noted and she looked down at her pale pink fingers.

"Actually no. My mom did this for me. I've been too busy with Valentina and taking care of her to do much else." She said and I couldn't help but look at her with awe.

"Bloody hell. You're a mom now. What's it like?" I asked her with a small smile. She laughed a hard laugh.

"Hard. I highly suggest that you do not have a kid until you are ready. Trust me, as soon as you have one, you're life is over." She said to me with a serious face on and I realized right then that Portia had changed. She was no long the silly care-free girl that would always be making sexual references and jokes. She was different. She was a mom.

"Wasn't planning on having any until marriage. I'm good." I said to her and held my hands up and she patted my leg and smiled.

"Good." She said and then gasped and reached into the pocket of her sweatshirt, "I almost forgot, here's a picture of Val." Portia smiled and handed me a small moving photograph. It was of Portia who was sitting, leaning up against a hospital bed with a bunch of tubes hooked up to her, and she was in a hospital nightgown, (although hers looked much better than the crappy school ones), and beside her was her mother. Mrs. Williams was the spitting image of Portia. Or… Portia was the spitting image of Mrs. Williams. Either way, they both had the same shining golden hair that was always in large bouncy curls and their eyes always sparkled with unseen enthusiasm. And there, in Portia's arms, wrapped up in a little pink blanket was the small face of a baby girl. She had the smallest button nose I'd ever seen, and even though her eyes were closed as she slept, I could tell that she had her mom's eyes, although her skin was tan and from the look of it, the small mop of hair on her head was dark.

"I see she has some of her father in there." I pointed out and Portia nodded absently.

"Yeah, I guess so." She said with a dismissive air and I let it drop. I could tell that she didn't want to talk about Fernando. And I didn't blame her. He was a jerk, and he needed to go.

I gave Portia back the picture and all of a sudden the doors to the hospital burst open and in came a gigantic cheering crowd. Portia and I both jumped but we watched as basically the entire Gryffindor house come through the doors. Madame Pomfrey rushed out of her office and began to shoo out most of the people, but before she could get to everyone, Woody ran up to the side of my bed.

"Harry got second place! Second place! Can you believe it! We thought he was a goner! You should have been there Brooke! It was a great show! PORTIA! When did you get here?" He continued to babble on, and at that point I was seriously confused, but I let it rest for a moment as Leonardo suddenly emerged out of no where and enveloped Portia in a huge hug and started to snog her.

"Hey! Hey! Not here! I don't want to see any of that!" I yelled at them, and Leo broke off with a smirk in my direction, and Portia just blushed and beamed at me.

I looked around my brothers to see Harry, Ron, and Hermione, as well as Ophelia and Ruby behind them.

"So what exactly happened…. Harry? Ron? Hermione? Why are you guys all wet?" I asked with a raised eyebrow. I felt totally out of the loop.

"The second challenge was today!" Ophelia said to me and realization suddenly donned on me.

"So what? They made you fight a sea serpent this time?" I asked Harry with a smirk and everyone laughed a little bit.

"No, but bloody well close to it! Why don't you tell her Harry?" Ron smiled and clapped his best fried on the back. Harry smiled and then began to tell me the entire story of the second challenge. All about the gilly weed and how he had to save Ron and Fluer's little sister in the lake, and how he had nearly drowned. And how I had basically missed out on all the action.

"Well that's just fantastic. I'm going to kill Pansy." I muttered angrily and the room got very quiet suddenly.

"You might not have to. She hasn't been in school for the whole time you've been in here." Hermione said to me slowly and I looked around in confusion. Everyone was shifting uncomfortably on their feet.

"What else is there?" I asked curiously.

"Nothing!" Ron said much to quickly for me to believe him.

"Something's eating you guys. Just tell me before I force it out you." I said as I crossed my arms and Portia was now the one looking as if she had missed something very important.

"Draco's father came to the school and took him home two nights ago. No one's heard from him since." Ruby said finally and I looked into her deep blue eyes.

"What?" I asked in a small voice.

How could this be happening? Pansy wasn't that badass! She could barely fight. There was no way that she had the backbone to actually tell Draco's father about what was happening. Although… she had used one of the unforgivable curses on me. Maybe she had changed just as much as Portia had as a person. Although they were on two completely different extremes. Even still.

"I know, Brooklyn. But it'll be okay. Trust me." Woody said as he laid a hand on my shoulder. I looked up at my brother with my eyebrows scrunched together in confusion.

"The last time I ended up trusting someone, they almost killed me. I'm done trusting people." I said softly and then looked down at my hands. It was quiet for a few moments as I continued to think and then Harry spoke.

"Well, I'm going to go dry off. Ron, Hermione? You coming?" He asked slowly and I heard two people give their assent and then I heard the doors close behind them. That was when Ophelia came and grabbed my shoulders and shook them.

"Now you look here. I'm sick of this attitude. Everyone is! Shit happens Brooke! You aren't invincible! Get over it and stop moping!" She growled at me angrily and I looked up into her eyes slowly.

"It's not that simple." I said to her. Didn't she understand that Draco could be killed because of me?

"Like hell it's not! Brooklyn! I've looked up to you because I thought you were strong. If you go back to just being all depressed that Draco is gone, then you aren't the person I thought you were." She said to me firmly and I realized in the back of my mind that was the first time I'd ever heard her say Draco's real name.

"Then what do you suggest I do? His father has him locked up and I'm here at school!" I hissed at her, ignoring how everyone else was growing uncomfortable just watching on. Ophelia smirked at me and I raised an eyebrow wondering just what she was thinking.

"Well… What would any knight do if she knew there was a prince locked away in a tower?" She asked me and I let out a small laugh.

"Am I supposed to understand from that analogy that you want me to rescue Draco?" I asked her slowly and she just gave me a smirk as she crossed her hands over her chest.

I could almost hear the James Bond music playing already…

It's a short one, I know. Buttt heyy at least it's something, rightt? Yeahh… Like I saidd I didn't really feel like writing lol soo yah. That's the best I could do for not wanting to write =P. Please review, anddd I guess I'll talk to ya'll later. =) Peace! -Mooch