All right, you caught me…what kind of writer would I be if I told you all the answers to the questions? Not a very good one ok? So I'll be answering only very few…and not even fully. SO HA! *Smack* that's not a nice thing to say to the readers. I'm not a nice person. True. plus this might be the last chapter, so you all might have go off on your own...or i could let Darkside here continue it since so far i've sucked at writing the thing. ok have fun!

Quatre didn't take it right away. He just sat there, looking at it, with a foreign look in his eyes. Feira sighed and set it in his lap. "There, now it's not a dream." She said. "But isn't this personal?" he asked picking it up. "Yes…and no." she replied, sitting besides him. "What do you mean?" he asked. "Easy, the note are personal, the pictures aren't." she replied. "How do you know." He asked, turning the book over to look at the other side. "Hey, I've stolen my brother's year book all the time when I was a kid. Personal information are normally notes, because those are normally things used for good blackmail. Pictures, sometimes. It depends on whom you are talking about. Like Jim, everything can be used for blackmail on him, grades, embarrassing pictures, and notes." She said shrugging. "I don't think I can blackmail people." He said. "That's ok, in fact it's a good thing." she said. "What?" he asked, confused. "If you learn not to blackmail people then you can't get blackmailed, from all the people you did blackmail." She said. "Well still, it's personal." He replied, looking down at the book, It's letter's were constantly changing from "HOGWART'S YEARBOOK" to "GRYFINDOR EDITION" it also had in the corner: Quatrina Malfoy, and had a red and gold cover. "Look, if you don't want to open it, you don't have too. It just might answer some questions." She said shrugging and walking out of the room.

Quatre was puzzled over the book until he heard the door close. Then he looked up. "Fei?" he asked looking around the room. She walked back in. "Wait, this is my room…why am I the one who has to leave?" she asked. He looked at her and cracked up laughing. "What's so funny?" she yelled at him. "Nothing…" he replied, trying to control his laughter. "Then why are you laughing?" she asked, putting her hands on her hips. "Because…oh never mind." He giggled. "Now do you have any more imposing questions?" she asked. "Yeah, I do have one more." He replied. "Well? Are you going to ask me or not?" she asked. "Yes. Well, what instrument do you play?" he asked her. "If you mean musically, I played. It would be past tense." She corrected. "You can't just stop playing music." He replied. "Where I live you can." She mumbled it just loud enough for Quatre to hear. "What? No one can force you to stop playing." He said, leaning closer. She leaned back, and just nodded her head. "How is that possible?" he asked, sitting up straight again. Invading her space wasn't a fight issue he was looking for. With him doing that she also straightened up. "Easy, now if I hear you play that song one more time I swear I'm gonna kill you." She said, mocking Niles. "You do good impressions." He said. "Shows you how many times I've heard it." She replied. "Oh, so what did you play?" he asked. "Umm…viola, piano, and the harp." She replied, looking down and shuffling her feet. "That's awesome." He said, smiling at her. "Yeah but I'm not good, so don't get any ideas." She added. "Who me? It's Duo who gets ideas." He said, giving an innocent puppy look.

"…Do me a favor." She said. "Yeah, what?" he asked. "Never wander off on a beach alone and come upon a passed out person, preferably a girl." She said. "Why?" he asked startled. "Because if they look at your face and if the sun is shinning just right," she paused, and then walked right up to him and whispered in his ear." they are going to think you are an angel." She let a slight Irish accent bleed through. And with that all said and done she, walked out of the room and shut the door. Quatre on the other hand was still sitting on her bed, starring off into space thinking about his close in counter. Trowa finally had to walk into her room to snap him out of it. "Quatre?" he asked. Nothing "Quatre?" he asked again. Quatre snapped his head up. "Yes Trowa?" he asked. "It's time for dinner." He said. "Really? Already?" Quatre asked shocked. "Yes." He nodded. "Ok, I'm coming." Quatre replied, hoping off the bed and running down the stairs. "Quatre, may I remind you that not only are you not suppose to have non Gryffindor members in our common room, but you can't go up to the girl dorms." Hermoine pointed out, looking up from her Potions book. "I'm sorry, but I had something I needed to talk to Feira about." He said, walking out the portrait door. "This year has got to be the one year when rules that no one broke…have been broken." She sighed.

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Hiro was walking past the library when he heard a muffled cry. Thinking it was Peeves he just kept walking, until the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. Walking to the entrance he saw a black robed figure standing over something. Now was not a time to be wussing out. Being the Perfect soldier we all know and hopefully love, he snuck around the room, ducking behind chairs and tables. Finally he got close enough to almost attack the creature. The thing that it was possibly holding captive was wriggling and kicking still. Pulling out his wand instead of his gun he got ready to fire. But suddenly it turned towards him, as if sensing his presence. Taking careful aim and trying to remember what was a good disabling charm was. Finally something Feira taught him came to mind. "Go hifreann leat!" he yelled popping out of his hiding place. The creature turned right when a jet-black dark came after it. Dropping what ever it was holding it just simply screamed and disappeared. Rushing to the fallen person, he saw it was none other than… "Ginny." He whispered. She just stared blankly back at him. "Ginny!" he said shaking her. Still nothing, only total fear was in her eyes. "Shit." He mumbled, picking her up in his arms and taking her to the Hospital wing. On his way he bumped into someone. "Watch it!" it cried. "Draco, take Ginny to the Hospital wing. I'm not in the mood." He grumbled, putting the young Gryffindor into Draco arms. "What?" he cried, trying to hold on to her. "Stop being so predigest and get her some help!" he shot back walking down the corridor at top speed. "Well Weasley, its you and me." Draco grumbled. Hiro was now running down the halls. Taking the shortest way to the great halls. He ended up bumping into a lot of people. Not waiting for an apology he just kept running. Finally he made it to the great doors. Pushing them open and running up to the Staff table he went. "Mr. Yuy, what do you think you are doing?" questioned McGonagll, who immediately stood up. Hiro just looked at her and walked up to Dumbledore.

"Professor, Ginny Weasley was just attack by something and it still lurking around." He said sternly, looking at the Headmaster. Dumbledore looked calmly back. "Mr. Yuy, please take your seat and await my directions." He commanded, Hiro just nodded and sat down. Everyone was tense and awaiting the Headmaster's directions. (can we please not use that word? Why? Because there was an accident with it and now I can't help but remember it. Ok…) "Students, once again you will be sleeping here after your dinner. Professors' pair up and go different directions. Prefects watch over the younger students, Headboy and Headgirl, help the Prefects." And once again with a wave of his wand, out folded purple sleeping bags under their seats. "Good night, lights out at 9:00." He added, getting up and leading the teachers out of the room. The students where all quite, that is until the teachers left. "Hiro? Who was attacked?" Ron asked. "Your little sister." He replied. Ron paled, so did Fred and George. "Is this a joke? If it is I swear…" Fred started. "To what ever God you believe in…" George started to finish his sentence. "We are gonna fucking kick your ass." They said together. "NO. She was being attacked by something." He said, starting to eat. Right now everyone was talking and whispering about the new event. Draco Malfoy walked in, everyone went silent. "What are you all looking at?" he glared. "You of coarse Malfoy!" Harry said, getting up ready to take out Draco. "Why are you so late to dinner?" asked Ron standing up. "Because I am. If you have a problem with that talk to my lawyer." He snapped back. "You did it." George said, standing up. Right now Hiro was too busy caring about his food to intervene. "What?" he stammered taking a step back. This movement declared a fight between the houses. Fred, George, and Ron where up in a flash ready to beat the living soul out of Draco. Crabbe and Goyle where also up, in not quite as fast as the other boys, but they were there. The other house members took aim at each other with food ready to fly as soon as the first fist did. And so the Great War between the houses began. George was the first to take on Crabbe, Fred to Goyle and Ron to Draco. Feira was under the table, along with Hermoine and Quatre while everyone got food on each other. Quatre grabbed Hiro, who some how managed to keep from getting hit, under the table along with him and the girls. Trowa was under Ravenclaw table, so was Afton. Dorothy how ever, was right in the middle of it all, commanding troops as if this was a real war. Wufei was also taking charge, and going on about some injustices of Gryffindor's actions. Suddenly A voice ran out clear as a bell. "Students take your seats at once!" said a young man appearing out from Slytherin's table. Everyone stopped and took their seats, except the boys, who where still fighting.