1 The beginning of this chapter, the first paragraph actually, has a bit of graphic nature, not too bad though.

2 Chapter 8

~ "Get him!!! Quickly! He went that way!" Jordan found himself running through grassy fields. It was his homelands of Portugal. He wasn't moving very fast, obviously a child. A short distance behind him he could hear the gentle rumble of many horses' hooves fast approaching. Looking around himself frantically seeing some of his friends running with him. Friends that have long been dead… killed that very day. He was suddenly struck in the back of the head and tumbled to the ground. After a few moments of blackness, he opened his eyes, having been knocked out. Around him on the ground were the little bodies of his friends, horribly bruised and battered, and… well… they were all dead. His eyes welled with tears at the sight. He pushed himself to his feet, walking to one of his best friends, who laid partly face down, reaching down turning him over. His eyes widened immensely as he saw blood all over his friends face, the little boys eyes were open, staring blankly up at Jordan, the boy was long past dead ~

Jordan sat bolt upright in his bed gasping quite loudly. Sweat was pouring down his face and chest, his back felt like it was soaking wet. He shivered a moment, looking around, realizing where he was. He sat in the infirmary, at his bedside was a mound of gifts and treats and enchanted balloons that flashed all sorts of colors and flowers that sang songs of the wind.

It was then that Madam Pomfrey bustled in, noticing Jordan now wide- awake. "Oh good you are awake, your friends were here a short while ago, but they had to go to their lessons."

Jordan, not really knowing what to say merely nodded at first. He then looked to her, "may I leave soon?"

"You may rest for now," she replied firmly, "I don't know what kind of mess you got yourself into out in those forests, but whatever it was shook you up pretty well- You had better eat some chocolate, and in 30 minutes you may leave."

Jordan sighed, muttering under his breath about chocolate. In his first couple years at Hogwarts he'd gotten himself banged up so much that he ate enough chocolate to last him a lifetime and his fondness of it died away rather quickly.

A short while later, after forcing down some chocolate, and making himself lay back so Madam Pomfrey wouldn't prod him any longer, he got out of the bed, getting dressed. It took some arguing with Madam Pomfrey that he was all right before she let him leave the infirmary.

Jordan sauntered aimlessly down the corridors, his hands in his pockets. What day was it? He grumbled, having not thought to ask Madam Pomfrey before he left, he didn't know what lessons his friends were at, at the moment. It was then that he happened to wander by Professor McGonagall's door to see his fellow 6th year Slytherin's in the classroom with the 6th year Ravenclaws. He stopped only momentarily, his eyes picking out each of his close friends when he noticed Draco Malfoy sneering at him. Oh how he and nearly everyone for that matter despised Draco.

Jordan decided it was best not to interrupt Professor McGonagall's class, and headed for the Slytherin common room. He approached the stretch of empty stone wall, glancing around, the place was empty, all the students were still in their lessons. He sighed, hoping the password hadn't been changed, he thought a moment, then remembered it. He whispered to the wall "Pure blood", and a hidden door in the stone opened itself as he ducked into the Common room.

Much to his surprise as he entered, he saw Professor Dumbledore, sitting on the couch opposite Adara. He almost just went right back out the door, not wanting to intrude but something kept him standing right where he stood. Professor Dumbledore looked to Jordan and you could see him smiling through his great white beard and mustache.

"Hello Jordan, we were just talking about you, please- have a seat wont you?" Dumbledore spoke to him merrily, that characteristic twinkle in his eyes. Adara merely smiled vaguely at Jordan.

Jordan made his way over to a chair nearby, lowering himself into it, looking to Adara suspiciously before looking back to Dumbledore, awaiting some sort of explanation.

"Well Mr. Coole- Miss Sage here came to me with some interesting information-" he winked at Adara, looking back to Jordan. "But of course, its not anything new to me."

Jordan looked quite perplexed, "I'm not sure I know what you're talking about sir-"

"Oh, Mr. Coole," replied Dumbledore merrily, "You know very well what I speak of- You are not human, this I could sense the first day I met you, the day you came to Hogwarts, and sat yourself on the stool to be sorted."

Jordan stared at Dumbledore without speaking a word, unsure of what to say, just waiting to hear more, thinking that perhaps maybe, just maybe, Dumbledore knew what Jordan was.

"I could feel it in you Mr. Coole, you were quite different from the other students… and when the hat placed you in Slytherin my suspicions had been confirmed." Dumbledore continued with a smile, "Now, I do not expect you yet know what you are, but in time you shall find this out. I do remember clearly, your two older brothers. They were the Weasley twins of several years ago, and as soon as I heard your name called out by Professor McGonagall, I instantly remembered Gregory and Theo. Very bright- very bright boys- Mischievous yes, but very bright none-the-less. Much like you Jordan, though I've noticed you calmed down a great deal, with the exception of last night's ordeal in the forbidden forests. Course I am aware you go out there quite often, you and your friends, but you've come back safely most of the time. I'll now ask you Jordan- this is a very important time in your life- I ask you not to be going out into the forests without good reason and permission- for your sake and mine-"

Jordan just stared at Dumbledore for a moment, he hadn't expected any of this. He couldn't make any promises, he knew he'd go out into the forests again, after a moment of silence he finally replied, "I'll try-"

Dumbledore just smiled, the twinkle never leaving his eyes, "I suppose that's all I can ask from you for now, but, do be careful Mr. Coole- now- I do believe Miss Sage has some things she'd like to speak with you about- I shall be moving along, I've other things to tend to today."

Jordan nodded, "Yes Professor-" wondering to himself what it was Adara wished to speak to him about.

Professor Dumbledore rose from his seat, and whisked out of common room, his

billowing robes flowing behind him. Jordan then turned his eyes to look at Adara with a puzzled look.