"GOD DAMN IT!" she yelled storming back the other way. Not noticing that the 
Slytherin's had just got out of their class.
"So why aren't you in class Shorty?" Draco sneered. Feira just turned around 
and glared.
"Oh, you think you're higher than we are?" he asked.
"No." she stated plainly, gripping her hands into fists. 
"Well then why aren't you back in your class room?" he asked again.
"Because I was sent out happy?" she replied, turning her back and walking 
away.
"I never said we were done." He yelled after her.
"Does it look like I care?" she snapped.
"My aren't we snappish today?" he replied.
"It's just one of those days when I didn't want to wake up, every thing is 
fucked, everybody sucks. I really don't know why but I want to justify, by 
ripping someone's head off." She yelled at him.
"You don't have to be loud." He retorted.
"Apparently you like everyone else can't hear me!" she shot back.
"Maybe it's because you're short." He mocked her by putting his hand to his 
waist.
"Damn it Draco, I'm not in the mood for your fucked up sarcasm ok." She said, 
walking away. Draco just stared at her. 
"You're a little Brat you know!" he yelled at her. She just gave him the 
finger and kept walking. 
 Feira wasn't in the mood because not only had Elinwy gone, but, one of 
her eldest brother was now known to the world, well at least two houses. As 
she was climbing the stairs she heard Relena's name. Hoping it was just a 
mind game she kept walking. But as she did it just kept getting louder. 
Suddenly she was able to here the words right next to one of the old 
classrooms.
"What do you mean dead?" Professor McGonagll asked.
"Relena, we found her lying on the ground of the library. It was a spell that 
we could not reverse." Professor Dumbledore replied.
"Are you sure it was a spell Albus?" McGonagll asked, looking at him 
terrified. Dumbledore just nodded his head. She gasped.
"Another student, Dumbledore, how could it be? We haven't had a murderer 
loose in the school since, well since the Chambers of Secrets was opened." 
She stated.
"Yes, I know. But now we have one again. We must make sure non of this gets 
out into the wizarding community." Dumbledore instructed.
"Knowing children of this sort it will be around school in 10 minute or less. 
How do you think we will keep it from the public?" she asked.
"I have a plan. We will find the murderer." He spoke sternly to her. 
McGonagll just nodded and went through another passageway back to her class. 
Feira just stood there gapping.
"Oh great, well at least life can't get any more fucked up than this." She 
mumbled.
"A little loud don't you think?" Dumbledore asked, shutting the door and 
locking it behind him.
"How come it always does that normally it starts to rain or something!" she 
exasperated.
"Well, I think it might, just not in literal terms." He sighed, and he looked 
at her sadly.
"What? What did I do? Ok, so I did almost kill Professor Fitzdumbass, I mean 
Fitzpatrick. But, he deserved it. He promised he wouldn't tell who I was." 
She stammered. Dumbledore looked at her and smiled, but she still saw sadness 
in his eyes.
"That's not what I was talking about, but now that I have found out, we will 
have to discuss this." He said.
"Ok, but you're still looking at me funny." She said.
"You heard about Relena." He stated. Feira gulped.
"Yes, yes I did sir." She stammered.
"Now you have to promise not to tell the others." He said. Feira just gapped 
at him.
"Not tell anyone? What am I supposed to do? Plead the 5th?" she yelled.
"Well, yes. If you're an American citizen." He said.
"Yes, I am. I maybe an Irish bucket but on top of that I'm a damn Yankee so 
ha!" she yelled, backing up and run up the nearest stair case, and yes, 
running into people.
"That was not my intention." He sighed, as he watched her he noticed a figure 
sneak away. He started to walk towards it but Filch stopped to talk to him 
about the new occurrence. 
*Gryffindor common room*
"Should we go up there?" Ron asked.
"If you want to die, sure! I'm up to it." Hermoine snapped. 
"Sorry, it was just a suggestion." He replied, shrugging his shoulders. 
Quatre just marched up the girl's dormitory stairs and opened the door; P. O 
.D Youth of a nation was blasting. On impulse, when the door opened, Feira 
threw a pillow aimed directly at his face. Expecting that, that might happen; 
he ducked right when he opened the door.
"Fei?" he asked picking the pillow off the floor. Another one was thrown.
"What part of DO NOT ENTER do you not understand?" she said, throwing another 
pillow.
"You are going to run out of those you know." He stated picking up the two 
new ones she threw at him.
"Your point?" she asked facing him and chucking her last pillow at him. This 
one he couldn't duck, so he jumped to the side and stepped on something that 
turned around and attached it's self to his leg.
"AHHHHHHH!" he screamed see that it was a full-grown wolf.
"Nanook! Let him go." She called.
"It's a... a.. a.." he stuttered.
"It's a a a a a half malamute and half wolf." She said, mocking the
Grinch. 
The animal let go and crawled under her bed. This time Quatre tossed a pillow 
softly at her.
"Why are you so sarcastic?" he asked.
"Well, I have three brothers that are sarcastic bas.. bad people and I just 
picked it up. Kind of like the way you picked up being sometimes a girl." She 
said.
"I don't know if I should take that as a complement or a rude remark." He 
said.
"Take it as either. I'm not really going to care." She replied, glaring at 
the window. 
"What was with you when you attacked Professor." she cut him off.
"Jim. Call him Jim." She replied.
"Why?" he asked, startled that she knew the professor's name.
"Because it's easier than saying Professor Fitzpatrick." She replied. She did 
have a point to. (AN: no you are just too lazy to type it AM NOT! are too) 
"Oh well any ways why did you attack him?" he asked.
"Because." She replied.
"Because is not an answer." he smiled.
"It is now." She snapped.
"Does everything have to be a Fort Nocks secret?" he asked.
"Yup." She replied.
"Come on, I've been hearing rumors." He said, hoping that maybe would spark 
something. Nothing changed in her eyes. He got up and poked her, nothing.
"Normally people squeak when other people do that." He giggled.
"Well I don't and I suggest you never do that again." She replied.
"Why." He asked.
"Because last time someone did that, today would have been their birthday." 
She mumbled.
"Fei there are rumors." He stated.
"So? What does everybody think?" she asked, still looking out the window.
"That either you're his little sister or."he looked away.
"Or what?" she asked looking at him.
"You're his lover." He said, shuffling his feet. She smiled and laughed, but 
it didn't reach her eyes or her voice.
"So?" he asked.
"So we let them think what they want to think." She replied. Quatre just 
looked at her mystified why she wouldn't want to stop the rumors.
"But don't you?" he asked.
"Want to stop the rumors." She said, finishing his sentence. 
"Well yeah, the longer they fly around, the wackier they get." He stated. 
Once again she laughed.
"I'd like to hear how messed up and far from the truth they can get." She 
replied.
"I swear you are one of the strangest girls that I have ever met." He 
chuckled. 
"Yeah well you're not as normal as you think you are so merr." She replied.
"Oh really? How so?" he asked.
"You are a pansy for heavens sake." She replied, nudging him a little.
"So? I that a bad thing?" he asked.
"It can be." She replied.
"Oh." He said.
"But sometimes it can be a good thing." She said.
"So how are your ribs feeling?" he asked, noticing she wouldn't tell him 
anything about the attack on Professor Jim. (Lazy ass AM NOT! are to) 
"They don't feel so bad anymore, well after madam Pomfrey gave me a bottle 
with something in it." She said.
"Ok one more time. Please Feira I beg of you at least tell me why you 
attacked him." Quatre pleaded. She got up and off her bed and sat by the 
windowsill. Quatre tried to follow but remembered there was a very scary 
animal under the bed.
"He promised" she started.
"What Fei?" he asked.
"Quatre?" she asked.
"Yes?" he asked in return.
"Did you ever have someone make you a really important promise and they never 
kept it?" she asked, leaning against the windowsill.
"Yes, many times." He replied, remembering ever music recital his father had 
ever misted.
"Well Jim made me a promise before we ever got here." She said. Quatre 
started fearing for the worst.
"What did did he pro promise Fei?" he stuttered.
"He promised me that no one would know that I was his little sister. He broke 
that promise. And now forever what little trust I had left in him." She 
replied. Hater and frustration showed in her eyes. 
"I'm sorry." He whispered.
"It's really nothing. I should have known he's break it." She sneered.
"Still, no one should break a promise like that." He replied softly.
"You're not like your cousin are you." She said, cocking her head to the 
side. He looked at her startled.
"How, how did you know I have a cousin?" he stammered.
"Well let's just say it's a good hunch when you look in old year books." She 
replied, pulling one out of a small compartment. Another little black book 
fell out, but she quickly put it back into the slot.
"How did you?" he asked.
"Your mother must have been a Gryffindor and not a Slytherin. This would be 
her year book and I believe it belongs to you." She replied, walking over and 
handing it to him.

What will Quatre do with the yearbook? What secrets lie inside of it? And 
what could that little black book be? The biggest question would be who 
killed Relena? And who or what was that black shape Dumbledore saw? Find out 
in the next chapter.