The Wiccan prayer happens actually to be real. I am not Wiccan but I know an author who has a friend who is and that is where I got the prayer.

Lost in Darkness

Chapter Five: Ailani Sanyu Robertson and Jay's Secret

Ailani looked up at her captor from under her eyebrow rings.

"Where is the boy?" the hooded man said.

She didn't answer, simply spat in his face. He had taken off the mask, so it did hit him on his skin. He just wiped it off and looked at the woman with hate in his heart. He pointed a long stick of wood at her with a handle.

"Crucio!" he said.

Immediately Ailani felt like she was being pierced by thousands of knives, pressing on her nerves. She looked down at her torn clothes, expecting to see blood. She was surprised that there was none, at least not counting the old stuff from when they had thrown her onto the floor.

He stopped the torture.

"Where is the boy?" he hissed in her face.

She defiantly did not answer. For some reason the man looked pleased.

"All right," he said. "We will just have to have Master Malfoy and Mistress O'Connell give you a little example of our ruthlessness."

He stepped aside, showing a boy and a girl in their late teens. The boy was blonde and the girl had raven hair. They were both smirking. Ailani laughed.

"Is this all you have? Two children playing grown-ups?"

All three of them laughed. It wasn't a happy laugh, like the way you would laugh at a joke. It was a laugh that said, you silly girl, I'm going to show you what we can all do.

The blonde boy pointed another stick at her friend Melania.

"Avada Kedavra!" he yelled.

Ailani screamed as Melania went limp. She was dead. The boy smirked and took his place by the Hooded Man's side. The girl stepped forward to Kerry.

"Oh, this is fun," she murmured in delight to the boy.

"I'll find you some proper Muggles to kill tomorrow, how about that?" he said. "And I'll let you do some torturing, too."

The raven-haired girl traced Kerry's face with her stick. Kerry trembled. Ailani shut her eyes and began muttering a prayer of protection.

"Goddess of love, honor, and hope. Guide me through this time of need; this time of loneliness and despair. Heed my call of wishes. Love me as I love you. Grant my wish of protection and lead me to higher ground."

She didn't see the girl poke the stick into Kerry's chest. She didn't hear her scream of, "Avada Kedavra!" She did not hear the bang, or feel her ties being cut. She didn't smell the stench of death all around her. She didn't feel her mouth being punched, or taste the blood in her mouth. In fact, the first thing she knew of was opening her eyes to see a stout, motherly redhead sitting next to her.

"Who.are you?" Ailani choked out.

"Molly Weasly, dearie," the woman said in a Cockney accent. "And you're in my son and daughter-in-law's house in Hogsmeade, England."

"Mum, don't scare her," another voice said.

This voice was different. It seemed to almost shift. She sounded like a Londoner and a Cockney and an American all at once. But the London stood out the most.

Molly Weasly stood up and made room for another redhead. Ailani knew right away that this was the voice she had heard. She looked like a very motherly person, but magical and sisterly and friendly, too. She had wavy auburn hair that she could sit on and shocking green eyes.

"How do you feel?" she asked gently.

"Like I was run over by a bull," Ailani said groggily.

"What's your name?"

"Ailani Sanyu Robertson."

"Nice name. What does it mean?"

"Ailani is Hawaiian and it means 'high chieftain.' Sanyu is Japanese and means 'happiness.'"

"My name's Rosemary Lillian Weasly-Potter, but everyone calls me Rose Lily Potter."

"You must be Mrs. Weasly's daughter-in-law."

Ailani sat up and looked around. She was startled to see that she was surrounded by people. Two identical blondes were standing next to two identical redheads. Two more redheaded boys sat on the floor, playing with two babies that looked like twins, a boy with messy black hair and green eyes and a girl with auburn hair and green eyes. There was a redheaded girl standing with a boy with the same green eyes and messy black hair, a brown- haired girl with blue eyes, and two Oriental girls with brown tear-drop shaped eyes and long, heavy black hair. They all seemed very interested in Ailani.

"Why am I here?" she asked.

"Very, very, very long story," Rose said. "But if you want to hear it, do me a favor."

"Sure."

"Stare at that window and think of the thing that made you the angriest you've ever been in your life."

Ailani stared at the window and thought of the time she had seen two high- schoolers beating up a preschool boy in the middle of the street. She imagined that the window was the bully's face. She felt her eyes clouding over in fury.

The window shattered. Ailani yelped.

"Hermione, your turn to explain something," Mrs. Weasly-Potter said.

She stood up and made room for the brown-haired girl with the blue eyes. Ailani began to realize that the girl looked slightly familiar. She searched her brain, trying to think of where she had seen the teen. Her eyes widened in sudden recognition.

"Mione?" she shrieked.

Mione's eyes widened.

"Isle?" Hermione shrieked back.

"The one and only!"

"Oh my God!"

"You know her?" the redheaded girl said curiously.

"She was my best friend before I go my letter!" Hermione said excitedly. "We had the exact same schedule!"

"Why Isle? Why not Ally or something."

"She hardly had any friends except for me and a few other Wiccans."

"But she must be years older than you," the youngest redheaded boy said. He had a Cockney like the red-haired girl and Mrs. Weasly.

"Mione, what grade were you in when you got your letter?" the boy with the messy black hair said.

"I was entering eleventh grade," she said shyly.

"You were taking classes with people my age?" Mrs. Weasly-Potter said.

"And acing them," Ailani said.

"Why am I not surprised?" one of the redheaded twins said.

Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Anyways," she said. "Why you're here. To put it shortly, you're a witch."

"I'm not a witch. I'm a Wiccan. Witches are imaginary."

"You're looking at nine," Hermione said.

Ailani looked around the room, counting the females.

"You mean every woman and girl in this room is a witch?"

"And every guy a wizard," Mione confirmed. "You're currently in an all- magic town near Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, in which I am currently enrolled. I graduate this year."

"You didn't skip any grades?"

"No, but my friend Ginny did," Mione said, jerking her thumb at the red- haired girl. Ginny waved slightly. "But I am Head Girl and part of my house's sports team. Harry's head boy," she nodded at the black-haired boy, "Ron's a prefect," the youngest redhead boy waved, "and Ginny's a prefect too."

"But who are all these other people?"

"Let's see. The blonde identical twins are Alexa and Alice Bernard, but they will kill you if they hear you call them that. They are Alex and Ally or simply the Bernards. Their boyfriends are the other identical twins, Fred and George Weasly. Fred's the fatter one, and that's the one Alex hangs about with, so that's how you can tell the difference. The boy with the black hair, Ginny's boyfriend, is Rose's brother Harry Potter; the black-haired twins are Padma and Parvati Patil. Parvati's got the red and gold striped tie, Padma's is blue and bronze. Did I forget anyone?" She looked around the room. "Oh, sorry Bill. The oldest guy with the red hair is Bill, he's Rose's husband. The two babies on the carpet are theirs. They are Lillian Molly Weasly-Potter II and James Arthur Weasly-Potter II. AKA Lily and James."

"Wow," Ailani said. "That's kind of a lot to take in, Mione."

"Well, you have Rose and Bill to explain things; after all it's their house. The Weasly twins and the Bernards have graduated, too, so they can keep you company. Don't let the Weasly twins give you any food. Bye, Isle!"

"Bye, Mione!"

Ailani watched her last bit of normalcy disappear through the door.

*~*~*

"You were a junior when you were eleven?!"

Ron was still incredulous. Hermione was exasperated. Ginny couldn't blame her.

"Ron, your jaw doesn't look good hanging," Ginny said with a smirk. "Shut up or I'll shut it for you."

He shut it. They all went to Potions, where they were five minutes late. All of them.

"Five points for each one of you that was late," Snape snapped.

*That's twenty-five points!* Ginny yelped indignantly. *Nasty son of a-*

*Ten points, Miss Weasly,* Snape said in their heads.

All five of them scowled. They agreed with Ginny.

"Today you will be working in pairs."

*Rose arranged them,* Harry said with considerable glee, but not before concealing their wavelength.

*Thank you, Rosie!*

*Ronald Joseph Weasly, if I ever hear you call me that again-*

They hadn't realized Rose was listening. They quickly tuned back into the lesson.

"Virginia Weasly and Harry Potter. Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasly. Parvati Patil and Seamus Finnigan. Jessica Rawson and Neville Longbottom."

He kept going, but the first eight called were in bliss, drifting over to each other's desks.

Harry and Ginny did perfectly on the potion. The other Golds did, too. Jay and Neville, not so much.

Jay hopelessly mixed up the order in which she put in the ingredients. Hermione and Ginny noticed too late. The cauldron dissolved, spreading all over the floor and dissolving everything in its path. Desks, feet, even the stone walls grew tiny wormholes. The floor was immaculately cleaned.

Those who could levitate did. Those who couldn't ::cough, cough JAY NEVILLE:: simply stood and were miserable.

Snape pretended not to notice and went to save his own cauldron. Ginny felt her face going red. She whipped out her wand.

"Stupefy!" she whispered.

Snape was Stunned. He fell on top of his dissolving desk. Ginny Levitated Neville and Hermione took care of Jay. Harry Summoned his Firebolt and flew to the hospital wing with everyone who had been stung sitting on the back.

"Well, that was an adventure," Hermione commented as they walked to Transfiguration.

"Yeah," Ron said sarcastically. "We lost a total of 125 points from Gryffindor, not including Seamus 'accidentally' dropping armadillo bile on Snape's desk!!! And let's not forget that poor Neville and Jay've detention next Friday."

There was a loud thump and the sound of paper scattering. Jay and Neville had bumped into each other and dropped their bags.

"Better have a snog fest before detention," Ginny whispered to Jay, who blushed furiously. "Filch might cut off your lips."

"Or your tongue," Parvati added wickedly.

Jay made a little squeak and ran for her next class.

"We need to talk to Rose," Harry said.

"I want to get in touch with Isle," she said.

They opened the connection.

*~*~*

Back in Hogsmeade, Rose had finished explaining magical schools, magic, and basically everything.

"I'm not sure why you didn't get a letter for a school," she said. "You have enough magic; it's practically burning off you. I feel like I'm being singed."

"So I'm not a klutz, I've just been magically breaking things," Ailani said.

"Exactly."

"Who were those men?"

"Brief explanation this time. They're servants of Lord Voldemort. Never use his real name; it freaks people out. Call him the Dark Lord, You-Know-Who, or He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. He has a twin sister, Lucretia Diabolique. His and his sister's servants are Death Eaters. They're trying to get control of the planet. They stopped all activity for thirteen years before they rose again when I was nineteen and my brother Harry was fourteen."

"Why'd they get thrown down?"

"Voldemort was almost destroyed. He tried to use the Killing Curse on Harry. He got a good deal of wizards and witches with it, including my parents. But since Mummy died to save Harry, he survived. I survived because there was a friend of the family's at my house and she took the curse for me. Harry and I only have a little scar."

Rose pushed back her bangs to reveal her lightning-bolt scar identical to Harry's.

"Any more questions?"

"Why were they asking about Reagan?"

"Reagan? Who's he?"

Rose had never heard the name.

"The gang and I found him homeless. He's about three. We adopted him."

"Describe him."

"Raven-black hair, green eyes most of the time."

"Most of the time?"

"Sometimes they, um."

"Go on."

"They turn red."

"Then he is very probably evil."

"He's three!"

"Any more questions?" Rose asked, ignoring the comment.

"Who were the kids?"

She laughed. Ailani looked terribly hurt.

"I'm sorry. I just don't hear the Dark Prince and Princess called kids very often. They're a powerful witch and wizard, Erin O'Connell and Draco Malfoy. They're Voldemort's and Lucretia Diabolique's heirs."

"The Kids-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named?"

"I guess you could call me that."

Suddenly Rose heard a voice in her head.

*ROSE!*

She grabbed her head. Her brother was really loud. Ailani stared.

"Excuse me."

Rose left the room and sat onto a couch in the sitting room. She shut her eyes and completely brought herself into the connection.

*What, Harrison?*

*Do not EVER call me that.*

*Whatever. What, Harry?*

*Snape picked on the class again. Specifically Jay and Neville.*

*What did he do now?*

*See for yourself.*

He showed Rose the memory. Rose's eyes turned violet like they always did when she became angry. She closed the connection to the Golds and called her godfather.

*FATHER!*

*Rosemary, I'm in the middle of a class.*

*Amazing, after the last one!*

*The boy is completely incompetent.*

*IT'S NOT HIS FAULT! MAYBE IF YOU WERE HAFLWAY DECENT TO YOUR CLASSES HE COULD DO BETTER! AND YOU HAD NO REASON WHATSOEVER TO LET HIS FEET NEARLY BE EATEN!*

She suddenly calmed down, remembering a nice threat she could use.

*Uh-oh. Rosemary Lillian Weasly-Potter, what is it now?*

*Don't pick on him until the end of winter holiday.*

*Or what?*

*I tell the entire school your middle name.*

*You wouldn't dare.*

*I would and I will.*

*Okay, okay, I agree!*

She smirked and went back to her brother. She told him what she had done.

*Tell me if he picks on Neville or Jay,* she said.

*Gladly. By the way, what is Snape's middle name?*

*I'm going to announce it anyways. Make sure everyone is in the Great Hall tonight at eight. Everyone.*

*Sure.*

Rose closed off the connection and went to take a nap.

*~*~*

Harry had told the Patil twins about what Rose had said. They had friends in every year of every house but Slytherin. Jay told Pansy Parkinson, who had every Slytherin connection imaginable. Tonight would be very amusing.

"What do you think his middle name is?" Ron asked through a mouthful of steak.

"Harold?" Seamus guessed.

Harry shot him dagger eyes.

"What? You're Harrison."

"My grandfather was a Harold."

"Oh."

"I think it's Benny or Danny or something like that," Ginny said.

"I say Dana."

"That's a girl's name!"

"Not necessarily. But it's more commonly a girl's name."

"Well, well, well, if it isn't Potty, Mudblood and the Weasel."

Harry turned around. Dameon Morkin and Pansy Parkinson were the Slytherin prefects now that O'Connell had deserted and Durseley had died.

"Fuck off, Parkinson," Ron told him.

Hermione stomped on his foot under the table.

"Oh ho, Weasel's got a temper," Parkinson said.

Ginny twitched slightly. Her and her brother's ears were bright red. Parkinson noticed. She also noticed that the top button of her shirt had come unbuttoned.

"Weasel, your peas are showing," she said.

Ginny quickly redid the shirt. Harry started seeing red. Parkinson smirked and walked off with Morkin, his hand on her ass.

"Ugh, that nasty little bitch!" Hermione yelped, surprising everyone.

"She shouldn't talk!" Parvati said indignantly. "I can't count the number of times she's rolled up her skirt! Look!"

It was true. If it went any higher, Parkinson's fat ass would be showing.

"And that is not something we want to see," Ron said, hearing Harry's thought.

Jay suddenly scampered over to the table.

"Help!" she whispered. "New King and Queen of Slytherin!"

"Parkinson and Morkin," Ron said grimly. "We know, they just came by for a happy little chat."

"You know every house has its own little royal court? I decided to hide behind this one!"

Ron's jaw dropped.

"We're the most popular people in Gryffindor?!"

"The little kids practically worship you. Think of the Creevey Brothers."

They looked at the two brothers who were standing twenty feet away, furiously snapping pictures.

"Who are the king and queen?" Ginny asked curiously.

"You and Harry. Ron and Hermione are prince and princess."

"Cool," all four of them said.

"What about Ravenclaw?"

"Terry Boot, king, Padma, queen, guy named Terrence Nicholson, prince, girlfriend named Emilia Josepha princess. Hufflepuff, sole high ruler Hannah Abbott, as Justin Finch-Fletchley died, Prince Joseph Maplewood, Princess Amy Mia. Slytherin has no prince and princess."

"Cool."

"Not for those of us who are the slaves of the Slytherin Court," Jay said, looking at Parkinson and Morkin, who were hexing a Hufflepuff first-year.

"Saying 'the King, Queen and Army are coming' automatically means 'Run! Slytherin bastards coming down the hall!!!'" Neville said.

"I see."

"I need to do my homework before The Announcement," Hermione said.

She got up, grabbed her bag, and raced to Gryffindor Tower.

"Me too," Ginny said as she followed.

Parvati ran after them.

The boys looked at each other.

"What's up with them?" Ron said.

*~*~*

"Sleepover time!"

Hermione, Ginny, Parvati, Lavender, and the other girl in the Gryffindor dorm, Danielle Anderson, or Danny, had spread sleeping bags over the floor and snuck snacks out of the kitchen. They did this every time the girls wanted to chat. And Danny said she had major news. Hermione and Ginny had come over from the Prefect House to hear it.

"Spill it, Danny," Parvati demanded.

"Oh, but this is really fun," she said. "I like holding you in suspense."

"DANNY!" all four girls yelled.

"Okay, okay," she laughed.

She took a small gold ring on her right ring finger and twisted it around. A large diamond showed.

"Oh my God!" the girls shrieked. "You're engaged?! To who?"

"Guess. He's graduated; he was a Keeper and has now been accepted into the Ballycastle Bats."

"Oh my Lord!" Hermione yelped. "Oliver Wood?!"

"The one and only!"

The girls shrieked and demanded to know how long they had been dating and important things like that.

"My cousin just got married," Hermione said once things had quieted down. "She knows some great spells."

"Your cousin's married?" Lavender said curiously. "To who?"

"Bill Weasly. He's only two years older than her."

"Cool. He's kind of cute. His brothers certainly are."

Hermione threw a pillow at her.

"They are! Don't worry, though, Ron is definitely yours."

"Good."

They suddenly noticed Ginny hadn't talked at all.

"Earth to Ginny," Hermione said. "What's up?"

"I'm thinking."

"About?"

"It's obvious. We're talking about boyfriends and fiancés and things like that. Lavender, who is Ginny dating?"

"Danny," Ginny said thoughtfully. "How did you feel when you first saw Oliver?"

"He really annoyed me at first. He was so obsessed with Quidditch. But look at me now, I'm on the team that's won the Cup three times in a row and engaged to him! Fourth year doesn't count because they called off the championship."

"I had a crush on Harry before I ever saw him face-to-face," Ginny said dreamily. "I saw one of those pictures that updates when the person ages in a book when I was eight. I thought he was so cute. Then I met him and found out he's a really nice guy. He baby-sits his niece and nephew anytime his sister asks him. And he doesn't make her pay, either. He'd do anything for anyone."

"That's really sweet," Danny said.

"You think he's 'the one?'" Parvati asked.

"I'm not sure," Ginny said. "But I hope he is. But really, who finds their soul mate when they're eight?"

"I guess."

"Oh, it's almost eight!" Lavender said.

The girls bounded out the door, through the portrait hole, and into the Great Hall. The entire school was there. For some reason, the teachers weren't out. Rose winked.

*I can control time, remember? In the teachers' rooms, time is stopped.*

*You are evil.*

*And proud of it!*

She picked up a magical bullhorn and held it to her mouth.

"Attention, Hogwarts students!" she yelled.

Everyone stopped chatting to listen. They turned towards the loud, energetic redhead on the stage.

"That's my cousin!" Hermione whispered to everyone who didn't know.

"I have called you here for a very important announcement!" Rose continued. "The middle name of your Professor Snape! Do not leave, especially Gryffindors! This will be perfect revenge for all the times Snape has tortured you!" She cleared her throat. "The middle name of Professor Severus Snape is.Pooky!"

The Great Hall roared with laughter.

"His mother named him Pooky?" Dean laughed.

"Thank you, that is all!" Rose yelled. "Go back to your dormitories!"

They were still laughing.

*~*~*

Potions the next day was, shall we say.interesting.

"Take your seats," Snape snapped.

The students smirked. They had him first thing in the morning, so he hadn't heard about Pooky yet. They filed into their seats sitting next to their partners from the day before.

"Turn to page 294 in your books and complete the potion listed."

Some of the students snickered. Snape threatened points.

"If you do not stop showing utter disrespect for your teacher, you will lose fifty points from your house!" he snapped.

"Do it," Jay whispered to Neville.

Neville took a deep breath. The Golds watched with interest. They had dared him to do this last night.

"Yes sir, Professor Pooky," Neville said.

The students nearly fell off their chairs laughing. Snape lost his cool demeanor and turned red. It was not from anger.

"Who told you about that?" he yelled.

He looked accusingly at the Golds in the corner. They tried to look as innocent as they could when they were laughing insanely. Harry looked at the entrance to the dungeon and saw a glimpse of auburn curls before they ducked back again.

*Hi, Rose.*

*Oh that was SO FUNNY!* she laughed. You could tell she was laughing even through her message.

"Rosemary Lillian Weasly-Potter, get up here right now!!!"

*Oops.*

They had forgotten to make sure Snape wasn't listening. Rose paused for a moment before walking up to her godfather's desk. Harry suddenly realized that Bill was there. And the twins.

Snape grabbed Rose's shoulder and started whispering in her ear. She smirked and made some comment to him. He turned red again.

Suddenly there was another noise behind them.

"Gwee man!" baby James said, who was sitting in the middle of the classroom.

They almost died laughing. Lily and her brother smiled at their wit and Lily decided to speak up, too.

"Bat," she chirped. "Bat, bat, bat."

Needless to say, all the Gryffindors got detention and one hundred points were taken. But it was most definitely worth it.

"Oh, that was funny," Ginny said.

They were still weak from laughing so hard.

"The look on Snape's face when James called him 'grease man!'"

"I can't believe they're talking already," Hermione said. "How old are they?"

Ginny swiftly counted on her fingers.

"Nine months."

"My little babies are growing up!" Rose said from behind them.

The students groaned and rolled their eyes.

"Rose, please tell me you're not starting on that already," Harry said.

"That was sarcasm."

"Gwee man bad!" James said.

"Bat," Lily said.

"Aw," a group of Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw third years on their way to Potions said.

They smiled at the babies and the twins smiled back.

"They're so cute!" one of the Hufflepuffs said. "Their eyes are so pretty! What are their names?"

"Lily and James," Rose said proudly.

"Oh, these are the infamous Weasly-Potter twins?" one of the Ravenclaws said.

"News travels fast," Rose said. "I thought it slowed down after the Bernards moved over to Salem."

The twins said their lines at the same time.

"Bad gwee man!"

"Bat!"

The third years laughed and rushed on to Potions.

"So what do you have next?" Bill asked.

"Defense Against the Dark Arts," Ron said.

Rose winced ever so slightly.

"What do you have against DADA?" Ron asked curiously.

"Ron, use your brain," Ginny said scornfully. "Consider what she's seen."

"Harry's seen the same and DADA's still one of his favorite classes."

"Oh, it's nothing," Rose said.

She was trying to sound dismissive, but her voice had gotten higher.

"Rose, does it have anything to do with Professor Lupin?"

"Well, he's sort of.uncomfortable around me," she said, continuing in the high voice. "I think it's because I, eh."

"You look like Mum," Harry said.

"That's the understatement of all time," she said. "According to Daddy I'm practically her carbon copy. Unc- Lupin rather, eh."

"Fancied Mum."

"Yeah. He took Mum and Dad's death really hard. He always winces whenever he looks at me." Her voice dropped to its normal level. "But I can handle it."

*Typical. She thinks she could handle a full-grown mountain troll.*

*I heard that! Harrison James Potter-*

"Please pipe down, Rose. You're making my head hurt."

She scowled and walked in silence until they got to the DADA classroom. She took the twins and Bill's arm and dragged them all down to Hogsmeade, the twins yelling, "No! No!" the whole time. The students rolled their eyes and entered the classroom.

"Today we will begin our unit on weaponry," Professor Lupin said.

An excited murmur swept through the class. They had been looking forward to this ever since Lupin had turned his wand into a sword and back again.

"There are directions on page 483 of your books."

Harry pulled out his copy of Weaponry and Dueling for Dummies and flipped to the page about halfway through the book. There were very useful illustrations on how to hold your wand so as not to cut your hand in half when it turned. Thankfully, there were no illustrations of THAT happening.

"On the count of three, please transfigure your wand. One. Two. Three. Spada bacheta!"

There was a sound of whooshing metal and suddenly everyone in the class but Neville was holding a long, pointed sword with gems matching their house. When Harry looked at the hilt of his sword he noticed that his name was inscribed on the handle part.

"To turn it back to a wand, simply reverse the letters." Lupin held out his sword. "Atehcab adaps!"

The glittering sword turned back to a wand again. The rest of the class tried it. Jay, who always sat on the Gryffindor side of the classroom, went to coach Neville.

"I do not know how she manages to do that," Ron said. "No offense to him, but Neville's dumb."

"No he's not," Hermione said. "He's very smart, but slow. No one has the patience to teach him without telling him the answers."

They watched as Neville's wand turned into a beautiful gold sword with ruby jewels and back to a wand.

*~*~*

Dinner that day, the day of November 14, became historical.

It began normally enough. Everyone in their normal places except Jay. The King, Queen and Co. made her sit at the Slytherin table instead of her usual seat next to Neville. Pansy seemed to be acting unusually nice to her. It scared Jay worse than if she was against a wall with half a dozen Slytherin wands pointed at her.

She sat on the right side of Pansy. Dameon sat across from her and Goyle on her left. There was another of the seventh years, Brent Nott, on Dameon's right with Crabbe on his left.

Jay took a deep breath.

"Okay, Parkinson. Why am I here?"

She laughed softly. Jay's blood ran cold. She knew that laugh. She had heard it before. It was the laugh of the Death Eater. She leaned over and whispered in her ear.

"The master's getting angry, Rawson. He doesn't like the Squib Gryffindor boyfriend."

Jay's blood switched from ice cold to burning hot instantly. Her eyes turned stormy gray.

"He's not a Squib and being a Gryffindor isn't a curse."

"Having a Gryffindor boyfriend is a curse if Lord Voldemort is considering you for the Inner Circle."

She couldn't stop herself. She was too angry with this nasty little bitch for making her into a Death Eater in the first place. She slowly stood up out of her seat.

"I don't want to be part of it!" she yelled.

Everyone got quiet and stared. Jay didn't care.

"Leave me alone, Parkinson! You too, Morkin, Crabbe, Goyle! I don't care about my family. I care about the people I actually love."

She glanced at Neville, and then glared back at Parkinson and Morkin, who scowled at her deeply. She then turned to Dumbledore.

"Re-sort me!" she screamed. "I can't believe I was ever one of these bastards!"

The entire student and staff were completely silent. The next sound was Dumbledore.

"Accio Sorting Hat!"

The Sorting Hat flew into his hand. From there he tossed it to Jay, who neatly caught it and put it on her head.

"Still difficult," it muttered. "But I can see that Slytherin is not the place for you, no indeed it never was. Your Hufflepuff qualities are still there in full, and you've gotten even more intelligent. But I don't think either of those, no, I think GRYFFINDOR!"

The Gryffindor table erupted into applause as Jay ran to Neville, ignoring the furious glares from Slytherins. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him on the lips to cheers and whistles from three tables. (Guess which didn't clap.)

*~*~*

To Neville's surprise, the teachers didn't get mad at them for kissing in front of the ENTIRE STUDENT BODY. Snape, however, scowled and Neville found that ten points mysteriously disappeared from Gryffindor's hourglass.

"What were you yelling about?" he asked her later.

She looked pained.

"I'll tell you later, okay?"

"Okay."

She did. They snuck down to the common room that night at about midnight.

"Good news or bad news first," she said.

"Good."

"I love you, and I always will. Nothing will ever make me change my mind."

"That's really sweet, Jay."

He went in for a kiss, but Jay put her finger on his lips.

"Wait. Bad news."

He braced himself for the worst.

"I'm a Death Eater."

He stumbled away from her and started up the stairs.

"Neville, wait! Let me finish! I didn't want to be one! Do you remember Professor Binns telling us about generational Death Eater families?"

He slowed. As a matter of fact, he did.

"I do," Neville said. "As soon as a child reaches the age when they can be accepted into a wizarding school, they are burnt with the Dark Mark."

"Do you remember O'Connell's report on a specific generational Death Eater family?"

He strained his memory. No one really paid attention in History of Magic.

"No."

"She did the Rawsons."

Neville was shocked.

"Then.but they're."

"Yes. My father is Lord Robert Geoffrey William Alexander Daniel Rawson III. My full name is Lady Jessica Katherine Alicia Roberta Eleanor Rawson IV."

"Then as soon as you turned eleven, your parents.they had your arm."

"Yes," she said quietly.

She pulled up her sleeve, revealing a dark tattoo of a skull with a snake coming out of its mouth like a tongue.

"Remember how I voted no for a sleeveless dress for the Halloween Ball?"

Neville couldn't speak. He felt so sorry for Jay. He couldn't believe that parents could be so cruel to her.

"Won't your parents be angry about you being with me?"

"Very. But I don't care. Let them come."

Neville was speechless. He did not deserve someone so brave, so beautiful.

He reached out for her and they kissed passionately.