Ok I'm sorry to everyone who was reading this story and reviewing but I tried to posted last Wednesday and FanFiction became an annoying website, because it posted chapter 7 but then when anyone tried to read it FanFiction kept saying that the chapter didn't exist. So I took it off, then put it back on, and it still said it didn't exist. So I ended up taking the whole story of the net, then reposting everything again...if it's to much to ask people, do you mind going back a re-reviewing all my chapters?

Also it was brought to my attention that Chanse has been very sad and depressed and not her kick-ass ways recently...Two things...One) Her first love of her life just moved to a different school!...Two) Don't worry, just wait she becomes more like herself late on, but she goes a little over on her 'kick-ass' ways!

Also Oliver went to Durmstrang for reasons not really known, but just wait I'll reveal the reason why in later chapters.

Thanks sooooooooooo much to all my reviewers!

Chapter 8: It's Not What It Seems

Chanse waited impatiently as fall changed to winter, trees lost their leaves, and snow flakes began to flutter down on the ground...winter was here.

Chanse smiled as McGonagall went around to every house and took the names of the students who were staying over Winter Break. Chanse remembered the first time McGonagall did that to her...she had no clue what McGonagall wanted.

For Chanse, December went by as slow as a month could pass.

Less fooling around happened during the month of December because everyone was busy studying for N.E.W.T.s.

N.E.W.T.s finished and the students that were leaving went to pack for their Christmas Break...

Chanse's alarm went off at twelve o'clock, midnight, and she rolled out of bed, and started to get ready to leave.

"I can't believe you're actually going to go see him!" Angelina yawned.

"What's the problem?" Chanse asked as she pulled a small backpack out.

"Nothing," Angelina smirked, as she watched Chanse pack some food in the backpack, "I just didn't think you'd go through with it."

"Why not?" Chanse laughed.

"I don't know."

"Yeah well I'm going to see Oliver for the weekend, and then I'm coming back here, and staying here for a week and a half." Chanse beamed, as she picked Kirby up and placed him inside her coat pocket, and then she closed her backpack flap over the backpack and flung it over her shoulders.

"Are you going already?"

"Yup." Chanse laughed, as she unlatched Geno's cage.

Chanse opened the dorm door and she and Geno walked out of her dorm, and slowly down the Seventh year Gryffindor girl dormitory hallway. She looked out at the window ahead of her, and it was pitch black out.

Chanse made her way down to the Commons Room.

"I thought you were staying here for the break." A voice whispered from behind.

"I am," Chanse turned around and was face-to-face with Harry, "Don't worry. I'm just going on a small trip." Chanse laughed, as she started walking towards the portal with Harry closely behind her.

"Where are you going?" Harry asked, as he followed Chanse down the rotating stairs.

"Somewhere." Chanse smirked, as she walked faster.

Little Kirby popped his head up out of Chanse's pocket and looked around, catching Harry's eye. "What's that?" Harry gasped, as he pointed at Chanse's pocket.

Chanse looked down at her pocket and saw Kirby looking around, "Damnit Kirby." Chanse and Geno gasped.

Chanse softly pushed Kirby back inside, and fastened the button tightly. "Kirby?" Harry asked.

"Ok I'll tell you." Chanse huffed.

She walked into the Great Hall where it was silent as could be. Chanse sat down and Harry sat down next to her.

Chanse leaned into Harry and began to whisper, "Alright, see Oliver transferred to Durmstrang in Bulgaria, and he sent me this knarl," Chanse patted the pocket, "and it's name is Kirby...well since Oliver is in Bulgaria now, Angelina gave me the idea to go see him, so that's what I'm going to do...then at the end of this weekend, I'm coming back."

"Oh," Harry laughed, "That's all?"

"Yup."

'Chanse we should go to Hogsmeade now' Geno reminded.

"Well Harry, Geno's telling me I have to go now, so...bye," Chanse smirked, "I'll see you at the end of the weekend."

"Bye sissy," Harry smiled, "I'll try to come pick you up from the train station."

Harry hugged Chanse, and then watched her as she stood up and walked out of the dark Great Hall.

Slowly Chanse made her way down to the train station, where the Hogwarts Express made its last call. Chanse made her way down the small isle, with Geno perched on her shoulder and Kirby inside her pocket.

"Is this spot taken?" Chanse asked a young girl.

"No go ahead." She smiled.

Chanse smiled, as walked into the cabin, and sat across from the girl, who had long red hair. "Not trying to be rude, but you're a little young to be riding this train so late, aren't you?"

"Nope," the girl smiled.

"Where you from?"

"I go to Hogwarts with you Chanse." The girl smiled even wider.

"What's your name?"

"Shadun."

"Shadun?" Chanse pondered aloud, "wait I remember you now...Slytherin, right?"

"Yup." Shadun beamed, "with all my friends."

"Are you Muggle born?"

"Hell no." Shadun laughed.

'Maybe she's more different then I thought.' Chanse thought.

"Oh sorry, that came off a little mean," Shadun gasped, "I don't have a lot of things against Muggles, I'm just very proud about being a pure blood wizard."

"It's cool." Chanse laughed, 'Thank Merlin I was wrong...I knew that feeling was right.' Chanse beamed in her mind.

"So Chanse are you going to see your family?" Shadun asked.

"Nope," Chanse grinned, uncontrollably, "I'm seeing an old friend...what about you?"

"Family."

"Isn't it a little late?" Chanse asked, "I mean, why didn't you wait till everyone else left?"

"Why didn't you?" Shadun shot back.

"In order to see my friend, I had to leave this early."

"In order to see my family, I have to get on about seven thousand different trains, so I have to leave this early."

The train ride went on and the two girls got to know each other...

The train ride ended in London, where everyone got off the Hogwarts Express and passed through the archway to be joined with their families once again...but not Chanse. She didn't pass through the archway; instead she walked over to the transportation station.

"How may I help you?" A small goblin smirked.

"Um...I would like to go to Bulgaria." Chanse stated.

"And I would like to grow a foot taller, but you don't hear me complaining," the Goblin snickered, "How would you like to get to Bulgaria?"

"Um...well is there a special train to get there or anything?"

"No."

"Well how could I get there?"

"Rent something to transport you there."

"Like?"

The goblin turned around and began to read the sign of ways to get transported somewhere, "Carriage, Flying Motorcycle, Boat, Floo Powder..."

"Floo powder please." Chanse quickly asked.

"One way or round trip?"

"Round trip, please."

"One galleon, please."

Chanse reached in her pocket, and Kirby held up a small silver coin, "No Kirby a gold one." Chanse whispered.

Kirby quickly dropped the silver coin, and picked up a gold one, and handed it to Chanse. She slid the small coin under the counter.

"Please come behind the counter," the goblin instructed.

Chanse heard a loud buzzing noise before she turned the handle, and walked behind the counter. She followed the goblin back into a small room, with a fireplace in the middle of the room. "Take these." The goblin handed Chanse two small bags, "The first one is enough to send you to Bulgaria, and the second one is enough to get you back to the United Kingdom."

"I'll leave you to do your business."

Chanse waited till she heard the door, behind the goblin shut, before she walked around the room. She took a step forward, but quickly stopped when she heard the goblin lock the door.

"I better get going." Chanse whispered.

'Geno!' Chanse shouted to Geno, telepathically.

'Coming' Geno screeched back.

Right as Geno said that, he came swooping in through the window and landed on Chanse's shoulder. "Ok here we go." Chanse whispered, as she walked into the fireplace.

Chanse took a deep breath in and opened to the bag and poured the floo powder into her left hand and stuffed the other bag in her pocket, with Kirby, with the other. "Durmstrang Institute in Bulgaria!" Chanse shouted clearly, as a huge green flame engulfed Geno, Kirby, and Chanse.

In a few seconds Chanse blinked her eyes and she was standing in a small fireplace in a damp dark room. Chanse stepped out of the fireplace, and slowly followed a soft light that was coming from the tiny window ahead of Chanse.

When she reached the window she slowly pulled the curtains back, and saw the sun slowly raising over a mountain range, and pouring onto a lake...she was in Durmstrang.

Chanse turned around and looked around the room she had been transported to. It was a huge stone room with many large circular tables (much smaller then the Hogwarts tables) all around the room. "This must be like their Great Hall." Chanse whispered.

Chanse looked around the room for a way out, until she came upon a rather large doorway. She cautiously walked towards the door, trying to create as tiny of noise as possibly.

When Chanse reached the door she gripped her hand around the cold metal handle and pulled the giant door open.

"Oh sorry." A girl whispered loudly, as she caught herself from falling on Chanse.

"It's ok." Chanse smiled, as she looked at the girl.

The girl was a fairly tall black girl, with dark brown eyes, dressed in a blood red robe, "My names Jay Summers," Jay smiled, as the light shined off her hair, and her hair seemed to have a hint of dark blue in it, "and you are?"

"Chanse Jackson." Chanse smiled as she shook the girl's hand.

"Well Chanse it's nice to..." Jay quickly shut up and listened.

"What?" Chanse whispered.

"Come on." Jay whispered, as she pushed Chanse back into the giant room.

"What's going on?" Chanse whispered loudly, as she ran after Jay.

"It's Karkaroff." Jay whispered, as she ducked around a pillar in the giant room.

"Whose he?" Chanse asked as she ducked behind the same pillar.

Jay didn't say anything to Chanse; she turned around to Chanse and placed her index finger to her own lips. Chanse nodded, and in a few second the giant door opened, and a tall man dressed in the same blood red robes that Jay was dressed in, stepped inside the giant room and looked around.

He huffed his breath and left the room. "Karkaroff." Jay smirked, "he thinks he's a bad-ass," She pulled out a small box, "he thinks all the students are scared of him, when most of them think he's gay," She pulled out a cigarette.

"You smoke?" Chanse asked.

"Yeah," Jay lit her cigarette and inhaled deeply, "Wow it feels good to have one of these." She smiled as she examined her cigarette.

Chanse followed along side Jay as Jay walked over to a table and sat down. "Every morning I have to get up hella early to smoke," she inhaled a smoke, "and no to mention dodge Karkaroff."

"Whose Karkaroff?" Chanse asked again.

"Whose Karkaroff?" Jay gasped, as she almost dropped her cigarette, "That was Karkaroff." She exclaimed.

"No I'm Karkaroff," A voice boomed in the giant room, making it echo all around them.

"Oh Shit." Jay shrieked, as she pushed her cigarette into the wooden table, and tossed it.

"Calm down Jay," A man appeared out of the shadows, "It's just me."

A young man, who was very tall, walked out of the shadows and sat down at the table next to Jay. "This is Adam." Jay introduced.

"Hello," Adam smiled as he shook Chanse's hand.

Adam had shaggy dark brown hair, which had been dyed, at the tips, red, and it went a little pasted the tips of Adam's ears. He had sea green eyes, and a heavy Irish accent. "You're from Ireland?" Adam nodded, "What are you doing here then?"

"Hogwarts wouldn't take me, along with Beauxbatons so I had to come here," Adam smirked, "Jay hit me up." Jay handed Adam a cigarette and lit it for him.

"You smoke too?" Chanse asked.

"Yeah ever since Jay started attending Durmstrang we've been smoking parents." Adam laughed, and then took in a long drag, "She brought these over from the states with her, and this is the only kind we smoke," Adam took another puff, "her friend Lizzie gets them to her," another puff, "you want some?"

"No thanks," Chanse smiled.

"It's cool." Adam smiled.

"Well I'm from the states too," Chanse laughed, as she watched the two students in blood red robes smoke their cigarettes and listen to her, "but I came to England last year when I found out I was a witch and now I'm here to see my friend Oliver Wood...do either one of you know him?"

"Transfer student? Whose kinda tall?" Adam asked.

"Yeah."

"Dark brown hair and a really cute smirk?" Jay asked.

"Yeah."

"Nope." They both smirked.

"But you just described him?" Chanse huffed in disappointment.

"We got two transfer students this year," Adam finished his cigarette, "They're both males who are tall with brown hair, and a lot of girls like both them."

"Well ones from Hogwarts."

"We don't know where the fuck either ones originally from," Jay smirked, "nor do we really care."

"Well Oliver's probably on your Quidditch team."

"They're both on it."

"Well shit." Chanse sat back in her chair and thought.

"But one of them is OBSESSED with Quidditch." Adam shook his head.

"That's Oliver!" Chanse shouted.

"Keep it down." Jay scolded.

"Sorry," Chanse whispered, "but so either one of you know where his room is?"

Chanse looked at Adam, who looked at her like she was crazy. Then Chanse looked at Jay who was staring at the ceiling, "What a pretty ceiling." Jay whispered happily.

"Jay?" Chanse asked.

"She knows." Adam rolled his eyes, "trust me," Adam looked at Jay, who was still looking at the ceiling, "she does that when she knows something someone else wants to know."

"Jay could you show me?"

"Ok fine I'll show you," Jay huffed.

"Thanks." Chanse smiled.

Jay and Chanse stood up from the table and started walking out of the giant room, "Jay I'll be waiting here for you when you get back," Adam softly shouted.

"No go get the vodka." Jay shouted back.

"Ok," Adam stood up, "The vodka and I will be waiting for you when you get back." Adam laughed, as he disappeared into the shadows.

Jay led Chanse down a flight of stairs. "Is this where the dormitories are?" Chanse asked as she followed Jay.

"Yeah, the Grand Hall, which is where we were, is on the top floor, and the dormitories are on the bottom floor."

"Well how many floors down?" Chanse asked as she walked down to another floor.

"Bottom floor is four floors down from the Grand Hall."

"Oh ok." Chanse sighed.

Finally Jay and Chanse reached the bottom floor...

"Well here we are." Jay exclaimed as she stepped off the last step of the staircase, "But just to tell ya he's probably asleep...it's five in the morning, you know?"

"Yeah I know."

Jay quickly turned around and started back up the stairs, "Hey do you know which dormitories his?" Chanse whispered to Jay.

Jay stopped moving and turned back around to Chanse, "Can't you find it? I would like to have my vodka, before it's too late."

"Ok," Chanse sighed, "I can find it."

"Yeah it's not that hard," Jay laughed, "Just walk up to a door, and place your hand on the doorknob, and the name of the person inside the room will appear on the door."

"Thanks Jay," Chanse smiled, "Enjoy your vodka."

"Oh I will." Jay laughed, as she ran up the stairs.

Chanse slowly walked down the hallway, stopping at every door placing her hand on the doorknob...Kirk Klavok & Kasey Klavok...one door read.

"This is going to take forever." Chanse whispered to herself.

Finally Chanse got to the last two doors, 'Just my luck the last two doors...and one of them is the door to Oliver."

Chanse placed her hand on the doorknob on her right side...

Clare Plotok & Simone Grascow

"Damnit." Chanse laughed, as she walked over to the door on her left side, and placed her hand on the door...Oliver Wood & Sean Bistafe, in beautiful bronze writing appeared on the door.

Chanse at first hesitated, and pulled her hand off the door, making the bronze writing fade back into the door. She finally pulled all her strength together and gripped the doorknob, making the writing reappear, and twisted the knob, and the door opened.

Chanse stood in the doorway as the door slowly swung open. She was revealed to a small room, which was very messy; clothes were all over the floor, and Quidditch items were scattered all around the room. Chanse listened carefully as she heard a shower going from the bathroom.

Chanse finally decided to walk into the room, and carefully made her way over many pieces of clothing, and made her way towards Oliver's desk. She saw that his desk was covered in parchment, and quills...but there was two things that seemed to not have any mess around them...a tall glass filled with a pink liquid, and a picture of Chanse trying to stop whoever's taking the picture of her but not stopping then and beginning to laugh.

Chanse watched herself over and over again, running towards the camera, then a huge flash of light, and then herself laughing. It played over and over again, every time making Chanse smiled.

She, finally, stopped looking at herself and picked up the glass and smelt the liquid. It smelt like it was a dying animal. Chanse quickly set the glass back down on the desk, 'Must be for relaxing his muscles after Quidditch.' Chanse thought, as she made her way over to Oliver's bed.

When Chanse made it to Oliver's bed, she saw the same pink liquid sitting on Oliver's bedside table. 'Wow their Quidditch practices must suck if he has to take this many muscle relaxers.' Chanse thought.

She slowly moved her eyes off the table and onto the bed, where she saw Oliver's body stretched out across the bed.

Chanse remembered the time when she went to Oliver's room, and he was only in his boxers...he was in the same boxers.

Chanse looked at Oliver, and carefully sat on the edge of Oliver's bed, trying not to wake him. She smiled as she began to sing softly to Oliver, "It's been too long and I'm lost without you, What am I gonna do, Said I been needin' you, wantin' you, Is your heart still mine, I wanna cry sometimes, I miss you..." Chanse's voice trailed off as she started to bend down to Oliver and kiss his forehead...

"Who are you?" The girl shouted from the bathroom doorway, as she clenched the towel around her body tighter.

"Oliver's girlfriend, that's who I am," Chanse shouted.

"Oh that girl from Hogwarts." The girl huffed under her breath.

"Yeah that girl from Hogwarts," Chanse smirked, "now who the fuck are you?"

"Sindel...Oliver's girlfriend." Sindel smirked.

"What's going on? I had a dream about a song, but it was sung by," Oliver yawned as he slowly sat up and looked up at Chanse, "CHANSE?!" Oliver screamed. Chanse looked down at Oliver with tears in her eyes. "What's wrong?" Oliver asked, and then looked over at Sindel, and his mouth dropped open.

Chanse opened her mouth to say something, but the words didn't come, only tears formed in her eyes. She shut her mouth, and then opened it again, "I guess you really didn't love me," Chanse whispered, "like you said that you did."

"Chanse," Oliver grabbed Chanse's hand, "it's not what it seems." He whispered.

Chanse threw her arms in the air, as she took a step back from Oliver, "Save it Oliver." Chanse spat, as she ran out of the room, slamming the door behind her.

Chanse leaned against the door, and sighed deeply. She placed her hand on her forehead, and slid it back over her hair.

*CRASH*

Chanse jumped off the door and stared at it.

"How could you do this to me?!" Oliver screamed from inside the room. "I love Chanse, and I made a promise to her that I always would, but now that you came in here I can't keep that promise!"

Chanse took a deep breath in and gripped the cold bronze handle and pushed the door back open...

She looked in the room and saw the pink liquid splattered all over Oliver's wall.

"Chanse!" Oliver yelped, as he jumped out of bed, and started to run towards Chanse.

Chanse held her hand up, and stopped Oliver from running towards her, "I just came back in to tell you that I lost the promise ring, so you don't have to worry about keeping that promise," Chanse took another deep breath in and whispered, "I guess it was a sign...huh?"

Chanse turned and started to walk out of the room, trying to shut the door behind her, but Oliver grabbed it and threw it open, and grabbed Chanse's wrist, "Let go Oliver." Chanse pleaded, as she tugged her wrist.

"No Chanse," Oliver tugged Chanse to him, and cradled her in his arms, "this isn't what it looks like."

Chanse pushed away from Oliver, and looked him dead in the eyes, "Then what is it?" Oliver looked at the ground, searching his brain for an answer, "That's what I thought Oliver," Chanse sighed, "I'm leaving now." Chanse turned and ran down the hallway.

"No Chanse!" Oliver yelled as he ran after her.

Chanse ran as fast as she could up four flights of stairs, with Oliver right behind her.

She finally reached the Grand Hall and ran inside.

"Back so soon?" Jay slurred as she handed Adam the vodka bottle.

"Yeah." Chanse panted, as she dodged around the chairs.

"Chanse stop." Oliver yelled as he ran into the Grand Hall.

"Oh," Jay exclaimed as she checked Oliver out in his boxers, "I likey!" she laughed.

Chanse finally reached the fireplace and jumped inside it. "Chanse don't." Oliver panted, as he stopped in front of the fireplace.

Chanse reached inside her pocket and grabbed the floor powder bag and held it out, in front of her, as she felt she couldn't control her tears anymore, and she let them, freely, slide down her face, "Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in Scotland!" Chanse shouted clearly.

Green flames started up from the fire and started to engulf her body, when Kirby jumped out of Chanse's pocket.

"Kirby!" Chanse shouted, as she tried to grab him but the flames devoured her whole, and transported her back to Hogwarts.

Oliver bent down to the tiny knarl and picked it up, and starred into the empty fireplace, with tear-filled eyes. He looked deep into the tiny knarl's eyes, and found compassion in them. "I know Kirby," Oliver whispered, "I going to miss her too."