Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

A/N:Hugs to Sam and Elissa because I love them both. And hugs to Emmy because she rocks. Don't worry, an evil plot is planned for Angelique and Zeb ;) And it involves snow in September . . . won't say no more here . . .

And of course the biggest hug to Karmen because she finally beta read it and is out of summer school! Yay! The next section is done, and has been beta read by the wonderful Elissa. Karmen is working on it right now. It will probably be up in a couple of days.

September 6, 2014

Snape is my least favorite professor ever. I mean, honestly, can anyone honestly be that deliberately biased against Gryffindors and get away with it? Headmistress McGonagall should have sacked him ages ago. Anyway, back to the fact that I hate Snape, besides for all the obvious reasons. HE GAVE ME A DETENTION FOR NO GOOD REASON. Seriously, all I did was pass a note to Bekka asking her if we were still going to Hogsmeade tomorrow and if we were, if she could get Luke somehow invited(in code of course so people like Ellie and Alana wouldn't know about it), and he said, "Potter! Detention!", slimy little git.

And guess what, Bekka got him invited. Him and that other kid he's always with, Desmond or something. Whatever, that isn't even the worst part though. Not only is Luke going tomorrow, Mike isn't, the first time he hasn't in ages. And I can't go. Nope. Snape had to assign my detention for tomorrow night. Typical.

Of course, my friends tried to make me feel better about it, not that it worked but I still appreciated the effort. "Don't worry about it." Angelique told me, while the rest of them nodded. "At least some other girl isn't going to be there to steal him from under your nose."

"Maybe, but Zeb might." Kyle said. Neither Zeb nor Angelique spoke to Kyle for the rest of the night. Sometimes I wish I could like someone more like Kyle or Zeb, someone I knew inside and out who doesn't make me nervous whenever he's within a mile of me. Which is exactly how I feel whenever I'm anywhere near Luke. And the weird thing is, I barely even know him. I mean, we've worked on Arithmancy projects together all last year(because Angelique totally ditched me for Zeb), but he doesn't talk much. He probably knows much more about me(seeing as when I'm nervous I tend to talk way too much). Enough. Enough talk about Luke.

Bekka will be proud. I'm not throwing a fit about my detention and missing out on Luke or anything. Of course, at least she would be if she was here. She's missing again. She seems to be sneaking off a lot lately. It's not really like her. Of course, we're all growing up and stuff, but why won't she tell me what she's up to? I think, and Carla, Hope, and Angelique agree with me, that she might be seeing a guy. Hmmmm . . . why so secretive then? And I really wish I could find her, it's dreadfully boring without her.

Sitting here in the common room, even sitting in my favorite seat in the window, is getting really depressing. In one corner sits Angelique and Zeb(who shouldn't be in our common room anyway) "working" on their Arithmancy project. And by "working" I mean sneaking embarrassed glances at each other and flirting shamelessly. And then there's Hope and Dave. Hope "helping" Dave with his potions, when they both knew he doesn't need the help at all. Kyle and Carla are nearby too, trying to get James and Jessica to try out "something Kyle has been working on", for once I feel sorry for them. Okay, so I don't. But you know what? I have come to the conclusion that I really want a boyfriend. I want what they have(whether they admit to it or not). I want someone to look at me like I really matter to them, as more than just a friend. And Luke so totally doesn't count, not only have I been the one trying to talk to him, oh yeah, and that stupid trying to kiss him thing. I mean, if he had cared he would have mentioned it. Oh Luke, when are you going to notice me?

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September 7, 2014

Oh my gosh. I just saw two of the most famous people in all of England walk into professor Snape's classroom. Fleur Delacour(the part-veela model that works part-time with my Uncle Bill for Gringotts) and Draco Malfoy(the sexy lead singer to my favorite band). I was just packing my bag(because I served detention right after potions) when I spotted them. So of course I decided right away that I had to get Draco's autograph. That's why I'm sitting behind the door into his dungeon classroom instead of eating supper in the great hall. I guess they were hoping to talk to Snape while everyone was gone as to not get harassed. Excellent, an extendable ear, I always knew they would become useful . . .

"-even more withdrawn?" a man's voice was saying. Draco. "How could have become even more withdrawn? He's never been one to talk much anyway."

"It is happening, is it not?" asked a woman's voice. It was a cross between a French and British accent, it must belong to Fleur. " Oh, I knew it would happen someday! It is all my fault!"

"It is not your fault, now calm yourself." said another voice sharply, I know this voice all too well, it belongs to Snape. "If it didn't happen to you it would have happened some other way."

"How much danger is he in, Professor?" asked Draco.

"To himself or to others?" Snape said.

"Both." said Fleur. "And you never answered my question, Severus. It is happening. It must be! I knew it from the moment he was born! I sensed the darkness and knew it was my fault! I could not stay. I left as soon as I was able, checking up with Draco once a month about our child. The only thing I gave him was his destiny and his name, though they are quite the same."

"I am watching out for him, as is Headmistress McGonagall." replied Snape, without his usual greasy drawl. "If anything suddenly happens, I will inform you immediately."

"Thank you, Professor." was Draco's response.

"Watch out for my dear Lucifer. Luke. Thank you Severus." was Fleur's.

Gods. What was that about?