You're back?? Yippee!!!! I just wanted to give a special thanx to The Bard of Skheria for your review. It is my first one and I was jumping off the walls laughing insanely!!!! In answer to your question though I don't want to give anything away….I don't know. I haven't worked it out. See Raven is kinda me in Harry Potter's world (if only) so I make her think the things I think. For the moment I'll just say she has low self-esteem so of course no one would want her. Thanx again!!!

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I don't own Snape or any of the other Harry Potter characters…I am only using them for my dark little pleasures. I do own Raven Darkmoon *laughs evilly*...yes, well anyway…that's all folks.

Chapter Two: Luck

Raven walked in a stunned silence to her chambers in Hufflepuff. What the heck just happened? How could I actually lose my nerve. I mean, I've always been able to speak my mind, and hear I was stuttering to get out an apology. I hope I haven't lost my courage. Raven continued to ponder her lack of courage while speaking with Snape earlier. She was so deep in thought that she didn't hear her name being called the first time. It was only until a hand lightly grasped her shoulder that she was brought out of her reverie.

"Hmmm??" She questioned trying to focus her eyes on her pursuer.

"Ms. Raven Darkmoon?" She nodded her head in acknowledgment. "Mr. Dumbledore has sent me to bring you to his office," a young house elf squeaked out.

Raven nodded again, "Lead me to him please."

The house elf squeaked with joy at succeeding in her task as she scurried to lead the way to Dumbledore's office. "Here miss. He will be waiting inside for you," she managed to squeak out before turning to scuttle away.

"Wait a minute," Raven demanded, "what is your name?" Her question was answered by a high nasal voice saying 'Gloria miss.' Raven once again inclined her head as acceptance and dismissal. Turning to the statue in front of her she stepped upon the stairs and soon found herself facing the old wizard sitting behind his desk.

"Ah, Ms. Darkmoon my dear child. I would ask you to sit down but unfortunately I have just been called away to some important business. I just wished to inform you that you have been chosen at random to receive your own room for the rest of the year. Your room will be awaiting you when you get back to the Hufflepuff house and you will find that your things have already been moved in." Dumbledore took a breath as he sat back to watch the child's reaction.

Her face was blank. My own room? I've never had any luck before, why should it start now? There is something a little weird about this. I feel as though someone has been watching me, and they found out that I haven't been fitting in well. Maybe it is chance. Oh, whatever luck is luck, but my own room? Her eyes sparkled with the idea. "Sir? Thank you. Thank you very much. I am honored to have a room to myself."

"Dear child I already told you it was a random event," Dumbledore proclaimed but his eyes gave away the truth. "Now go back to your new room and adjust. Here is a key. Everytime you turn the key in the door, whisper your name and the door will open. This trick will work only for your voice, or perhaps someone with the exact same voice as yours. Goodbye now, I have business to attend to," he told her, making small shooing motions with his hands.

Even though it was totally against the style of this school, Raven curtsied and let herself out, just as she had been taught to do. Maybe this is my reward for being tongue-tied earlier with Professor Snape, she thought sarcastically. She whispered her password and walked into the Hufflepuff common room. Following the way Dumbledore had told her to get to her room, she pulled out the key and unlocked the door while whispering her name. All bitterness melted away when she entered her new chambers in the Hufflepuff house. They were beautiful. Contrary to the common room and dormitory, her rooms were completely black. From bed spread to bookshelf. The two windows on the outer wall were draped in heavy black velvety curtains and even the candleholders placed beside her bed and desk shown in a black polish.

Someone has been watching me, she gathered. Someone has been watching me very closely. Most people in many years of knowing her had never noticed exactly how different she was from them. She was different from everyone she knew. Whoever had been watching her knew what to look for. And, they had been so accurate in their observations that she had the smallest hope they would have something in common with her. But still, a whole room to herself? Why? She was positive that there were many students who didn't fit into this school, so why should she get the room. Someone must have put in a strong word for her. She knew she was making strong accusations, but the pieces just seemed to fit together to well. The only question that remained unanswered was, who? No! She tried not to think about who it could be. Her over productive mind began a reckless search through everyone at school who could've done it. Then, finished with that work, her creative mind raced through all the possible reasons why. She waved a mental hand to clear away this rush of thoughts. If she was going to do this, she'd have to do it properly. And to do it properly, she would need a dinner full of sweets, and some fresh air.

Smiling as a new prospect trotted through her mind she grabbed her robes and raced down to the dining hall. It could be Snape, she giggled. Waving a hand of dismissal she slipped into her seat at the Hufflepuff table.

If she hadn't been so completely devoted to her chocolate cake, she would have noticed a solemn pair of eyes watching her intently.