~ Ok, chapptie 13, whoopty do! Well, hope you like and I've given up on reviews, although if you do, they are GREATLY appreciated. Sorry if this chapter is a little confusing or unusual, but this one is going to be a bunch of little scenes from different points of views. Once more, hope you like!~

The halls were empty, it was past midnight, though she didn't know when. She could have cared less whether or not anyone saw. It had been four days since the critical talk with Dumbledore and her father. She still didn't know what to think about all of it. As much as she tried not to believe it, she knew it was true. He was right, she could feel it. The halls were cold, the stone froze against her bare feet. She shivered as a chill traveled up her spine. She felt cold, and empty, emotionally. She had finally found the missing piece, something she had longed for for ages, yet something was still missing. Even the silent halls spoke of confusion.

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"Albus, she's been up all night. It's 3 in the morning! She been doing this for 4 days now. It's not healthy!"

Dumbledore sighed as he looked up at the worried teacher.

"I know Minerva, you're not the first to consult me. All we can do is expect it. Put yourself in her shoes."

"But Albus! You haven't seen her lately! She's a zombie. I'm surprised she's even left the common room. She just walks around all day, alone. God only knows what she's thinking!" Dumbledore smiled.

"She has a lot to think about, Minerva," she scowled," If it pleases you, I will speak with her. Now I suggest you get some rest as well."

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" Harry, she's been doing this for four days now. You've got to talk to her. Something's up." Harry had to admit she was right, but for some reason he felt she needed a little time on her own to think. *I suppose she's had four days to do that. Maybe Hermione's right.* Harry finished his thought and left the common room without explanation. The halls were quiet considering the lack of students during the holidays. If anyone would be wandering them, it was Misti. He'd heard the teachers complaints about her recent behavior. He had a slight feeling that she had finally talked to her father and that this was possibly what caused this sudden change. *Well, the only way to find out is to talk to her.* Soon he found himself somewhere in a familiar corridor, passing a window. He stopped and backtracked, staring out onto the grounds. There she was, standing in the middle of the snow, without a cloak on no less. He sighed and headed for the quickest route out onto the grounds.

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The snow was cold, she knew it was, but for some reason she couldn't feel it. Whether it was because she was numb or simply because her mind was elsewhere, she didn't know. She could feel a slight breeze against her cheek. She'd been thinking for far too long, she knew, but it was something worth thinking about. She knew about the teachers complaining about this recent development. For all she knew, some of them might have been worried. After the "talk" her father had had a rather similar reaction, though she had a feeling it had more to do with memories, rather than shock. She did admit that she had handled it well in Dumbledore's office. But now that it was sinking in, the reality that dawned on her was quite a load. It was here in the now that she decided this was her load to deal with, and she would. With a brief look around and the scenery before her, she took a deep breathe and turned around.

"Ha.. Harry. What are you doing out here? Shouldn't you be with Hermione and Ron?" She inquired.

" I should be asking you the same question." A brief moment of silence followed, telling him he would have to dig for answers.

"You don't have a cloak on." He pointed out.

"I'm not cold." In spite of her answer, he took of his own cloak and wrapped it around her shoulders.

" You're going to catch a cold like this, come on. We need t get you inside." He put comforting hands around her shoulders and led her back up to the castle.

Meanwhile, a headmaster up in his office was viewing the previous scene with interest. Such a perfect couple they made, much like Sirius and his granddaughter had made. Such a shame that something so perfect could get in the way. His thoughts were interrupted, by another. He needed to talk to her. He needed to talk to Sirius as well. He supposed that was the best place to start. With that the headmaster left the room in search of him.

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After stopping by the common room only to earn a few questioning stares from Ron and Hermione, Harry had managed to lead Misti up to the roof. If was going to talk to her, this was the best place.

"Misti, is everything okay?" He questioned, testing the water. She looked at him with a rather blank stare.

"Yes, fine." She stated plainly. He sighed.

"Misti, something is wrong. You know it, we all know it." He was surprised to find some emotion in her face, her eyes. What used to be twinkling with curiosity and fierce emotion, had only held emptiness for the past few days.

"Nothing's wrong, honestly. I've just been thinking."

"Misti! It must have been a lot to think about because you've been walking around like a zombie for the past few days. I'm beginning to wonder if you're really alive. Talk to me." His sudden outburst had startled her, though she expected something similar. She began to look around randomly hoping for a distraction.

"I'm sorry, There's just a lot going on in my mind," He began to interrupt, but she stopped him, already knowing his comment. "Harry, I can't, I can't really talk about it." She stood up, and he followed.

"I wish I could, but it's just... another one of those things that really can't be discussed. It's nothing to worry about, really. I just really had to think about it. I'm fine now." Her eyes were hopeful and apologetic. Somewhat satisfied with her answer he nodded his head.

" Fine, but if you need to talk, I'll listen." She smiled.

"I know."

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