Thank you so much for reviewing! Didn't want to keep anyone waiting too long, so here's the second chapter.

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Chloe woke up, blinking hard to clear her mind. Her sheets were still in order, her comforter unwrinkled by offending knees. She sighed, pushing back the curtain to let a sliver of light glow across the floor, then crawl up the side of her bed, and end as a vertical barrier between two blocks of shadow on the other side of her curtain. It took her a few moments to realize that the reason it was so blurry was not the fuzziness of a clouded mind, but silent tears escaping to obscure her vision.

She let out a quiet sigh, hearing the regulated deep breathing of the other occupants of her dorm. 'Must not be very late, then,' she thought, small drops still gliding down her pink cheeks. She didn't know what kind of freak she was to be crying and at the same time commenting on the time of day, as if gauging this could be somehow important. She cupped her hands around her arms just above the elbows, reflexively closing herself in before lying back down and closing her eyes, knowing she'd get no more sleep.

Later that morning, as she daydreamed about their first kiss, she was snapped back to reality by the sound of her two best friends arguing vehemently over something. Hoping it had nothing to do with the return of Voldemort - if Dumbledore could say his name, why couldn't she? - she sat up in bed, curtains still drawn. She strained to listen for key words, but after a few seconds it was no longer needed.

"No! Listen! She's singing 'It's no fault of mine, it's all cause of your life.' Listen, here's the chorus."

Her friend, she wasn't sure if it was Stella or Jane - their voices were very similar, even for twins - was trying to convince her sister of a song lyric. When they both quieted to listen, she heard the words and knew that the girl was wrong; the song lyric said 'cause of your lies.'

"Hah!" laughed the other twin, "It's lies! She's saying lies."

"No, no, no, it's life! Chloe!"

At this, Chloe finally opened her curtains. She yawned for effect and opened her eyes slowly. "You called?"

"Chloe, listen, what's she saying?" Stella asked her anxiously. Chloe didn't need to listen to the song again to know what it was she was saying, but she had to convince them she'd just woken up. She didn't want them asking any more questions. Like everybody else, they didn't know about her and Sirius. Dumbledore only knew they were friends. Stella and Jane still believed Sirius to be an escaped murderer on the loose. They had no idea.

Chloe waited for the chorus, pretending to listen with her eyes on the wand in Stella's hand. Jane hadn't said anything yet, patiently waiting for Chloe to confirm that she was right, once again. " 'It's not fault of mine, it's all cause of your lies,' " she replied. "Who was right?" she asked innocently.

"I was," Jane said calmly, taking her wand back from Stella. "That's three knuts, Stell."

"Three knuts? Over a song lyric? That's a strange bet," Chloe questioned, one eyebrow raised. Outwardly, she seemed her usual cynical self, but inside, she felt like crying again. It was strange to her that people could still go on with their daily lives. She couldn't understand how things could still be simple.

Chloe didn't feel like brushing her hair or doing any part of the usual hygienic routine. She put on some comfortable clothes, a black cardigan and jeans, then Hogwarts robes over that. She left the dorms without Stella and Jane to many snickers and whispers. There'd been a rumor that she'd joined Voldemort, following in her father's footsteps. This was all trivial to her, with that quaffle-sized hole in her stomach. Jane and Stella didn't know why she was so depressed all of a sudden, but they assumed it had something to do with You-Know-Who.

She climbed through the portrait hole and made for the humpbacked witch. She was going to run to the Shrieking Shack and back first, and on the way, she would form an itinerary. Cover the fifth floor first, then make her way back and forth along the corridors. She'd save one special room she'd never been to for last.

She finally came to the witch, taking out her wand and whispering. She hopped through the hole and started running after she'd slid to the floor of the tunnel, not stopping until under the shack.

Chloe popped her head into the room, pushing herself up to look around the room. She'd visited once with Sirius on one of her trips to Hogsmeade. He'd met with Harry that day and was very worried. She mended that, though.

As tears seemed to be just at the breaking point, she jumped back down and ran flat out back to the castle. She would never visit the Shrieking Shack again. She lasted until climbing through the witch, behind whom she promptly collapsed into a fit of sobs and shudders. She couldn't stop herself; she just exploded right there in the empty corridor. She knew her face was about five shades redder than she ever burned in the sun. She couldn't see. All she knew was that she missed him terribly, more than she could ever put into words. It was so much she could barely breathe. She just sat there against the wall, gasping and sobbing while tears streamed constantly down her burning cheeks.

She didn't know how long she was there, but when she'd finally started breathing regularly and her face was relatively dry, she knew it was late. She could hear students going off to lunch in the Great Hall. Oh well, she wasn't hungry anyway. She'd just keep going until supper. She started off again, face still red, in the direction of one of her favorite turning-wall hideaways. She said a spell, pointing at a certain spot on the wall, and it split, spitting her out in a dimly lit room. This was one of many she had, one of many she visited that day.

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Had to end it eventually, didn't I? It's longer than the last one. Anyway, thanks for reading, and please review if you'd be so kind. XD