Disclaimer: *sighs sadly* I do not own Harry Potter & co. *sniff - sniff - tear* but I DO own Shocking Shampoo, Port, and Abbi Jade (hah! I can claim more than one thing!) my friend and co-authour owns Rachael O'Hara, Alanis and Sam O'Hara, and Professor Natalie Seraph.

CHAPTER THREE

(PART ONE)

"ABBI JADE, WHERE ARE YOU!" I yell as I come into the Slytherin commonroom.

"She's in the dorm room. Reading." Pansy tells me disdainfully. I give her a curt nod in acknowledgement. What a brat. I grin maliciously to myself as I picture her face when she hears the news.

"ABBI!" I bellow once more as I walk down the hall to the Fifth Year dorm room.

"WHAT?" comes the muffled reply from behind the door. I burst inside, a big grin on my face.

"Guess what, guess what, guess WHAT!" I say. Abbi raises an eyebrow.

"What?" she asks.

"You have to guess!"

"You…..found out that we're allowed to go back home?"

"Nope. Better! Well, better for me."

"….You get to meet the Pope?"

I give her an exasperated look.

"You found the Bat-Cave, then."

I roll my eyes.

"Well, my three guesses are up, so tell me!" she exclaims, sitting up and crossing her legs Indian style.

"Draco asked me out!" I say gleefully, then I fall onto my bed and make giggly-ish sounds into my pillow.

"Oh my gosh, are you SERIOUS!" Abbi exclaims. I nod, smiling happily. I had liked Draco for a while now.

"How?" Abbi asks and so I tell her.

****FLASHBACK****

Draco and I have been doing our Arithmancy homework for a while in the Library when I discover my Arithmancy book is missing. I begin to look for it when I see Draco has it.

"Draco, why do you have my Arithmancy book?"

"Um, I needed it. I'll give it back to you in a sec, okay?" he replies.

"Alright." I say. Then I frown when I notice Draco has his Arithmancy book right next to him. About a minute later Draco hands me my Arithmancy book with something sticking out of it. I turn to him to ask him what it is but I find him looking at me with an odd, expectant, sort of expression.

"What - " I begin, but Draco just gestures towards my Arithmancy book. I open it up to find a piece of parchment, a note from Draco, in it. I took it out and it read:

Racheal ~

I was just wondering, would you go out with me?

If yes, do you want to go to Hogsmeade together this weekend?

If not, do you want to go to Hogsmeade together this weekend anyway?

Yours truly,

Draco Malfoy, Prefect of Slytherin

I gape at the note, I can't believe it!

"Sure!" I say, sounding only slightly excited. I think Abbi would be proud of the control in my voice, she tells me that I need to work on covering my excitement a bit. All in preparation of All Hallow's Eve, of course.

"Er, sure to which question?" Draco asks, somehow able to look calm even though I know he isn't.

"Sure to the first and the second question." I reply, then I smile, "took you long enough," I tease.

"How's this for quick enough?" he asks and then he kisses me. Just a quick one on the lips, but a kiss nonetheless. Merlin's Wand, I've gone speechless. He looks at me to make sure I'm not angry at him, but how could I be angry at those adorable silver eyes? In response I smile and kiss him on the cheek. He smiles at me and I melt. Merlin's Beard he's so hot! I scoot over close to him and we finish up our Arithmancy homework.

Once we finish, Draco tells me he has a Prefect meeting he has to go to and to meet him in the commonroom later. I smile and nod. We share a quick kiss and go our separate ways. It's taking all the self control I've got not to sprint to the commonroom and tell Abbi. She knows how much I like Draco, and thankfully has never told those Gryffindor friends anything. Even Harry, and they've gotten fairly close. Nothing romantic, thankfully, but fairly close nevertheless. I walk back to the commonroom, mulling over this thoughts…

****END FLASHBACK****

"Awww! That's so cute!" Abbi says. But then she got that look that says she's remembered something important.

"Abbi, you didn't leave Port anywhere, did you?" I ask, slightly worried. I don't know if making your own Floo Powder is illegal or not, but as long as I remain ignorant of that particular technicality, I'm fine with it.

"Halloween." is all she says. My eyes widen.

"Ohhhhh!"

"Mmm-hmm."

"Well you can come with us then!"

"Wha?"

"Come with us! With Draco and I!"

"I don't wanna be a third wheel or whatever the term is…"

"No, no, no! It's fine! Really! I'll just ask Draco and see if he can get one of his friends to go with us as well."

"I ain't goin' no where with those brainless Neanderthals!"

"Then I'll make sure its not one of them, alright?"

Pause.

"Ok, but they can't know about Halloween. We're gonna have to ditch or something."

"I'll take care of it. Don't worry."

"Great. Well, I gotta go. Business Meeting."

I look at her suspiciously.

"Business Meeting?"

"With the Weasley Twins."

I raise an eyebrow. I know that she doesn't share the Slytherin opinion of hating Gryffindors, but why would she have a 'business' meeting with the Weasley Twins?

"Why?" I ask suspiciously. Abbi remains silent. I'm not sure if's she's going to answer or not.

"Let's just say we agree on what Halloween should be like."

"You told them what we're doing for Halloween!?" I very nearly shriek.

"No, not what we're doing. Something else."

"What, then?"

"What do you think?"

"Oh…..Ohhhh. I see."

"Yep. It's going to be great."

"You better be off then. I've got to meet Draco in the commonroom, anyway."

"Oh really?" says Abbi, sounding amused, "As long as you don't get points taken away…" she trails off.

"But I ne - ohhh!" my eyes widen with realization, "Mind out of the gutter!"

"Who? Me?" Abbi asks, mock innocently, "Anywho, I gotta go. Lata!"

"Just don't lose too many points, alright?"

"Aighty!" she yells as she walks down the hall from the dorms. I shake my head. A Weasley Twin/Jade combination? I shudder at the very thought. I feel so sorry for the all of Hogwarts. Halloween will be such chaos.

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I walk casually toward our meeting spot. Through Harry, the Twins had contacted me on a business partnership for pranking, our debut being Halloween. I reach the room and quietly open the door and slip in, after I make sure no one's coming.

"You wanted to meet with me?" I ask.

"Yes, we wanted to -" starts Fred (George?)

"see if you would join us -" continues George (Fred?)

"in setting up a bit of Halloween pranking." finishes Fred (George?).

"You want to set up already?" I ask, "its two weeks until Halloween. What if someone finds our stuff?"

"Ah, yes. You see - " says George (Fred?).

"we thought, that since you're so good at Charms - " continues Fred (George?)

"that you might charm them - "

"so that they are invisible - "

"to all but us, until Halloween." finishes George (Fred?).

"Alrighty then, let's get this par-tay started!" I exclaim. Watch out Hogwarts, chaos has come.

Rachael and I walk down to the commonroom. The former in a Slytherin green sweater, blue jeans (a Ravenclaw colour, I wonder if she still wishes she was in that House instead of Slytherin.), black boots (hers, surprisingly), and belt with those silver hole things on them (mine, naturally). I have on my blood red shirt with blackishness in it, silver pants (sportin' my Slythies and Gyrffies!), my beloved black boots, and a plain black robe, no insignia on it or anything. I swear, I've fallen in love with wearing robes.

We walk into the commonroom and I promptly plop myself down on a couch. A little second year apparently had been moving toward the couch, obviously planning on sitting on it. He plants himself in front of me and opens his mouth to speak but I make my eyes flash silver and he runs away. Thank Merlin I'm learning to use my other emotions to turn my eyes silver. I've only got excitement down (other than anger) but its enough so it doesn't give me a headache, just makes me dizzy for a bit. Rachael gracefully sits down on the chair across from me. I'm really happy that she and Draco finally got together. They've been annoying the crap outta me with one giving signals to the other and neither doing anything about it. Although I wonder who Draco's bringing so I don't have to be a third wheel.

"So, you nervous?" Rachael asks. I raise an eyebrow.

"You should know better than to ask me that in public." I say softly, so only she can hear.

"Oh, come off it! You can admit if you're nervous in public once!"

"No, actually. I can't."

Rachael rolls her eyes. I sigh.

"Yes, alright? I'm nervous. I'm freaking, bloody nervous. Happy?" I tell her in Gaelic.

"Yes! Very!" she replies in the same language.

"Talking about us ladies?" asks another, unmistakable voice.

Draco Malfoy has arrived…..but with who?

"No, and even if we were, we couldn't tell you." Rachael says flirtingly. Draco just smiles and shrugs.

"Well anyway. Racheal, Abbi, this is my friend Tom Nettma. He's in his sixth year."

From out behind Draco comes Tom Nettma. He stands about 6'0" tall with black hair and ice blue eyes. He's wearing a plain black robe, black pants, and silver shirt with Slytherin green letters spelling out, well, Slytherin.

"Pleased to meet you, Tom." says Rachael. She's gets too close to politicians too often.

"Hello." he replies, keeping his face blank. It seems he likes to keep his emotions guarded.

"Heya!" I say in a fake overly-bright manner. Draco shakes his head and Rachael rolls her eyes. I shrug and the corners of Tom's mouth quirk up.

"'Tis an honour to meet such an elegant lady." he replies, with sarcasm obviously. I nod my head as a means of touché.

"Well, let's be off!" says Rachael…..I have got to get her away from all those politicians!

We reach Hogsmeade and stop and the Three Broomsticks. It's a nice place, but give me McDonald's anyday.

"Have you ever had butterbeer?" Draco asks Rachael.

"Nope. We have it in America, but we usually have soda."

"Soda?"

"Nevermind."

"Alright, I'll go get four butterbeers." Draco gets up and leaves our table.

"How are you enjoying being a Slytherin, Abbi?" Tom asks me, still looking blank.

I shrug.

"Quite frankly, I don't care." Again, the corners of Tom's mouth quirk up for a split second. I wonder what he'd look like with a full smile. I jump when I get kicked in the leg under the table.

"What was that for?" I ask in Gaelic.

"It was rude." she responds, in English. I mutter darkly in Greek.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Language!" Tom mocks me.

"You speak Greek?" I ask, in Greek.

"Only a little." he responds, in the same.

"Cool. If you want, I can teach you the stuff they don't put in the books. I mean the stuff you have to go to the country for." I say (in English).

"You've been to Greece as well?"

"Yeah, you've been there?"

"Just passing through, but long enough to pick up some of the language."

"Cool."

Just then, Draco returns with the drinks. We all sit there and talk, etc, etc, etc. Draco and Racheal make it obvious that they are dating (no, they aren't full frontal snogging! Mind out of the gutter!), and Tom and I talk. Finally, Rachael and I make our great escape. And go shopping…

Oh no, oh no! I'm late for Defense Against the Dark Arts! Crapit, crapit crapit! I look down the hallway to make sure no one is coming. Good, not a soul in sight. I shift into wolf form and appear to be a white blur as I sprint down the hallway. I reach the door and shift back. I'm about to open the door but I pause. What is that I sense? Oh well. I go in and, naturally, everyone turns and stares at me.

"Sorry I'm late - " I pause and cock my head in a wolf-like fashion, " - professor?"

Instead of Professor Seraph, my favourite professor, is a man that I don't know. He had brown hair with a few gray hairs, which I find odd because he looks fairly young.

"She's in the backroom, if you get to your seat quickly I doubt she'll find out about your lateness." he says to me, but he had a suspicious/curious look in his eyes. Then again, I don't doubt that I have the same look in my eyes.

"Thank you, Mr……" I trail off. I don't get it. Why am I so suspicious? Why are my wolf senses going haywire? That's one of the side effects of being an animagus when you're still pretty young. As you grow, your animal enhances certain senses or abilities. Take Rachael and me for example. Rachael's animal is the bald eagle (patriotic, huh?) so she has really, really good eyesight and is lighter than most girls her age and hight. She drove Alanis and Sam insane with worry about her weight until they realized it was because she's an animagus. With me, my hearing and sense of smell is enhanced. You'd think I'd be good at potions, but all those smells make me sick and in doing so hinder my ability.

"Lupin. Remus Lupin." he says.

"Thank you," I rpepeat, then I go sit down.

Plop.

A note.

Halloween is TOMORROW!!

So I write:

Yep.

What's wrong?

My wolf senses are going haywire, and I don't know why.

He's a werewolf.

?

Lupin. He's a werewolf.

Ohhhh! I get it now!

Just then Professor Seraph walks in.

"Sorry for taking so long. Anyway, I know I said that we might start studying the Taytmo Suidr, but then I changed my mind and decided to have a guest speaker on werewolves. Now, a lot of people are unjustly prejudiced against werewolves - " goes on Professor Seraph, then she lets this Lupin guy talk. I'm not really listening as much as watching him. Since Rachael had brought it to my attention, now I notice all the wolfish quirks. Like how his eyes flicker to where-ever sounds are made, even though everyone else (besides me) can't hear anything.

"Well…are there any questions?" he asks as I snap back to reality. Naturally, Rachael raises her hand.

"Yes?"

"When people become animagi at an age where they're still growing, they ten to get enhanced senses that co-inside with that of their animal. For example, a person whose animal is an eagle would be lighter than normal and would have very good eyesight. Would you say the same thing is with you?"

Trust Rachael to find out if his wolf senses are going hay-wire too.

"Yes, actually. My sense of hearing and smell is better than norml humans." he replies. Then the bell rings. Thank Merlin it's the last class of the day.

"I'm going to talk to Professor Seraph about an assignment, alright?" Rachael asks.

"Sure, I'll wait for ya." I say and nod. We both walk up to the teacher's desk and Rachael begins to talk with Seraph. I walk over to where Lupin is gathering up his things and lean against the wall.

"So, did your wolf senses go haywire too?" I ask. Lupin looks up at me and grins.

"Yeah, yours?" he replie. I grin back at him.

"Yep. Had me worried for a sec there, cuz I couldn't figure out why."

"I was curious as well, but your friend's question gave it away."

"I kinda figured it would."

"Is her animal the eagle?"

"Yep."

"You are both legal though, yes?"

I chuckle.

"Yeah, but please don't tell anyone. The less who know the better."

"Gee, I wonder why's that?" he says sarcastically.

"Oh, it has absolutely nothing to do with sneaking around the castle, playing pranks, or going for runs in the Forbidden Forrest." I say innocently. He laughs, then grows more serious.

"You do realize you could get yourself injured, or even killed, when you're in the forrest, don't you?"

"Yeah, I know." I say and shrug.

He raises an eyebrow.

"Why do I get the feeling you go fighting as well as running in the forrest?"

I open my mouth to answer but Rachael walks up to us.

"Alright. C'mon, let's go. We have to make sure everything's ready."

"Ready? Ready for what?" he asks suspiciously.

I simply grin at him evilly and walk away with Rachael. Heh, heh, heh. Tomorrow shall be simply lovely.

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My alarm clock went off at 5:30. I got up slowly, not bothering to turn it off. I had charmed it so only I could hear it, plus I think I may need it on to keep me awake. I walk quietly over to Abbi so not to wake anyone else.

"Quietus." I mutter. Who knows what Abbi may do in the morning, especially when it's early,

"Dro aync crymm rayn fryd ryc paah rettah vnus draa." {Note 1} I mutter and back away. As I expect, quick as a flash (which is really surprising, considering she usually moves slower than a slug until she gets her coffee) she has a dagger out. I'm still not sure where she picked up that trait.

"It's today." I whisper, once she puts the dagger away. She simply grunts and slowly gets up and grabs her clothes. I shake my head but don't say anything. She doesn't even bother to make her bed. She's awfully meticulous when it comes to organizing her inventions, but everything else…

I make my bed and grab my clothes as well.

"You've got the Port, yes?" Abbi mutely nods yes. We walk down the hall and through the commonroom unitl we're at the wall when I remember.

"Oh yeah! I almost forgot! Sonorus!"

Abbi frowns at me but I keep walking. It'll take a long time to get prepared for today, and Abbi tends to get extra grumpy in the mornings every now and then.

Finally we reach the prefects bathroom.

"Where are we?" Abbi asks.

"The Prefect bathroom. Draco showed me, in case I wanted privacy."

"You? Or we? And I'm not referring to myself when I say 'we.'"

I have got to do something about her mind and gutters. I voice this thought aloud and, naturally, she just shrugs and grins.

"I'm an American," she says.

"Here, take yours." I hand Abbi her Halloween costume for the day.

"Thanks a bunch," she gloats. "I can't believe I found this in a shop in Hogsmeade. How would they know anything about Final Fantasy X?"

"I know. Being that I don't know a thing about it and I live with you." Abbi's costume was the almost exact replica of Lulu's outfit in Abbi's videogames. The skirt was completely leather with the front consisting of intertwining belts. The top was a corset with a mink fur trim, with large bell sleeves. I roll my eyes again. Her and her time-wasters…

My outfit of corse was the true American meaning of gothic. I was the perfect vegetarians' nightmare. From head to toe I was dressed in black lether. Halloween is the only time I could get away with wearing a tight mini-skirt, giant go-go boots, small laced up front string shirt, and a tight leather jacket. (Abbi grinned and said, 'That's my girl!') I even borrowed Abbi's spiked necklace and bracelet. Only one more thing to complete my conversion from smart, perfect girl, to totally punked-out gal; the hair.

"Give me the potion first," I say to Abbi.

"Why you?"

"Because I'm older." I snatch the vial out of her hand and take a big swig.

My hair, once being of a beautiful golden blonde, is now jet black… and my eyes are now bottomless pits.

"Cool," Abbi breathed. "I seriously think you should consider keeping yourself like this."

"Yeah, I will as soon as my father croaks and my mother never had me," I say. I like the color black, I honestly do. It's just that, being the daughter of such high importances, I need to keep up a certain front. If it's Halloween, I can do anything.

Two seconds later, Abbi and I have identical black hair and black eyes. We looked so much alike it was freaky.

"Hey, I never knew we looked a like," I say, studying our faces in the giant mirror.

"It's your fault," Abbi frowned. "Living with you all these years."

I smile. "No, Abs. It's the other way around."

"Oh, shut up. Are we finished here? What time is it?"

"We have fifteen minutes unil Potions."

Abbi grinned. "This should be fun." She laughed loudly. "Do you have the note from Dumbledore?"

"Right in my pocket."

"Genius."

A/Ns:

1.) This is only part one of chapter three. The rest of Halloween will occur in part two.

2.) 'Dro aync crymm rayn fryd ryc paah rettah vnus draa' means 'Thy ears shall hear what has been hidden from thee.'

Iris: thank you!

Devilsbeeaach: *pretends to blush* daw, shucks! Darkad says hi, btw

Caelestis: *speaks like a house elf* Why, Aria thanks yous very much, miss! *returns to normal* Yes, I, er, we, are planning on continuing. We have to cuz its (going to be) a trilogy. As for Harry and Abbi being related……*grins evily* you have no idea MWAHAHAHA!