Okay! Okay! I get the point! Sheesh! I messed up! I admit it! So for the rest of the time I won't write about Fred and George being at school, so pretend they were never there. I'm sorry! I screwed up! I don't have time to read the books over again though to figure it out. Again I'M SORRY!!!!! By the way, the pegasus is now attached to Ron.

- ( a very sorry) Southern Belle

P.S. Thanks for reviewing my story!( that is, to everyone who did ) And I didn't mean to make any of you mad or anything.I really appreciate you guys telling me. I have been debating over how old the twins were myself. On with the story......

Part Five:
(can't come up with a title!)

Brendon climed the stairs to the owlery.( I probably didn't spell that right. Shutting up....)
He had to send a letter to his so-called father. He had very important things to say.

" Ow!" he said, as he tripped over his own feet. Feeling very frustrated, he headed back up the stairs.

" So, I see you have done well in getting close to the boy." a mans voice said. Brendon turned around to see his father standing below him on the stairs, hands folded in front of him.

" Yes, I have become his friend. I'm not going to kill him though-him or anybody else! I'm going to stay here. I don't want to be around you anymore. I hate the fact that I have your blood in me!" Brendon said. His fathers face went red.

" You will do this. Because you are living just like Lucius Malfoy's family did-afraid to make one wrong move because if they did , with a flick of his wand, Lucius could whipe them from the face of this earth. Just like I can you." his father said.

" You can't do anything to me." said Brendon.

" Oh yes, I can." he pulled out his wand, and sent Brendon flying into the wall behind them-his head hitting first. He felt himself hit the floor. He tried to open his eyes, but every time he did he felt like he was going to be sick.

" And if you tell anyone how this happened, I will make you wish you were dead." said his father harshly before dissappearing. Brendon fell down on the floor, and he was plunged into a world of darkness.

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" I wonder what happened to him?" Hermione said.

" It looks like he was hit upside the head to me." said Alex.

" Yeah, but who did it?" Harry asked. At that moment Madam Pomfrey walked in to check on Brendon. She began to take his pulse, and check his temperature. She then walked out of the room, muttering to herself as she often did.

" Who did this?!" Ron asked. They were all pretty shaken up about what happened. They had found Brendon lying on the staircase when they had went to mail a letter to Sirius. Harry and Ron had stayed with him while Alex and Hermione went to find a teacher. Now they were wondering who had done this to him.

" I think he's wakin' up!" said Alex. They all hovered over him as he began to stir. Brendon woke up to see four faces staring down at him. His eyes searched each face.

" Where am I?" he asked grogily.

" You're in the infirmary. Do you have any idea what happened to you?" Harry asked.

" I.....I....I fell down the stairs after I opened the door and a loose owl that was flying around the room hit me in the face." Brendon said, proud of himself, but feeling ashamed at the same time, for coming up with such a great lie.

" No you didn't." said Hermione.

" What do you mean?" asked Brendon.

" Because, magical owls are too smart for that. They can sense when someone is near. They would have sensed you-thats why every time we go in there they are acting so calm. They knew we were coming." said Hermione.

" Then what happened to you?" Ron asked Brendon.

" Look I-"

" Tell us, because whatever or whoever did this to you is probably going to do it again. And next time it will be much worse. We can prevent that if you tell us now." said Harry. Brendon looked at them all, and got a defeated look on his face.

" All right, but I want to talk to Dumbledore first." he said.

" After you get out of here we'll go." said Harry.

" Don't wory. You'll be okay." said Alex. They sat beside him as he slept, all of them wondering what was going on.