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Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns it all, except the plot…is there really a plot in this story anyway?

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Two days before school started again, I was in Diagon Alley, shopping for my school supplies with Ron, Harry and Hermione. I wanted to die right then and there. Why? Well, Diagon Alley was crowded and I hate crowds. There are so much things going on at the same time that I can't keep an eye on everyone. Okay, maybe I'm a little paranoid. But being controlled by a diary in your first year does that, you know.

The fact that I was there with the dream team didn't help me a lot either. I love my brother, I really do. But sometimes he is just so annoying I want to strangle him. He is always so overprotective, much like everybody else in my family. Even though I was going to begin my sixth year, my mother hadn't wanted me to go alone to Diagon alley.

After all, I know she was right to forbid me to go alone though, even if I would never admit it to her or to anyone else for that matter. I have pride, you know. I already knew when I asked her to go alone early in the morning to avoid the rush of people that she would refuse. With Voldemort rising again, I would have done the same thing if I had been in her place, although I wish to never be in her place. I don't know how she could stand raising so much children.

Anyway, back to what I was talking about; my brother and his marvelous friends. Another thing I can't stand about them is that they still think I love Harry. It's true I had a crush on him, but I was still naïve and innocent back then. I thought, like most of the other witches and wizards, that he was a hero. However, now I know that he just has damn good luck. I fought beside him in the department of mysteries at the end of my fourth year and even though he knew a lot of hexes and jinxes, it was mostly luck that saved him.

I was bored out of my mind, so I decided to look out for Malfoy. I still had to talk to him. However, I didn't find him. It was him that found me first.

I was in the Quidditch supply shop when I felt him enter the shop. Yeah, you read right. I didn't hear or see him, I felt him. It wasn't in the way the people suddenly stopped talking and looked afraid or in the way Ron and Harry's eyes lit up with hate, but rather in the way the air seemed to get colder and overflowing with magic. Draco Malfoy tends to do that when he enters a room.

I never understood why there is so much magic around him. I guess he really is a powerful wizard.

Even though I wanted to speak with him, when Ron and his friends left the shop I followed them, brushing past Draco as I did so. Our eyes locked and through the silver ice I could see…nothing. Usually I hate not being to read the others, but with him it wasn't the same. I was more curious then frustrated or discouraged. I wanted to know why I couldn't read him, not what I could read in him. It's hard to explain but I didn't really mind not being able to read him.

After leaving the Quidditch shop, we went to Flourish and Botts, or rather Ron and his friends went to Flourish and Botts and I followed them, wanting nothing more than to get away from the loud crowd walking down Diagon Alley.

I loved the old, but famous bookshop. I disliked the front of the store because it was there that the school supplies were. That means it is the place where everyone goes, looking almost desperately through the piles of new and used books for the Transfiguration or Divination book they need. What I like of this place is the back. Almost no one goes back there. It's all dusty and mysterious. I wonder if the owner of the store even goes there.

I love to be there because I can be by myself, completely alone. However, that day I wasn't alone.

"Hiding, Virginia?"

"No, just trying to escape the craziness that is Diagon Alley two days before the start of term." I didn't even turn around to acknowledge him, instead I continued turning the pages of the rusty book I was holding. And I'm not lying when I say it was rusty. I couldn't even read a word of what was written on its pages because the paper was to old and the ink was fading.

"You shouldn't be here." He said suddenly. I had never heard Draco Malfoy's voice like that. It wasn't his usual drawl, but rather a serious and somewhat tense tone.

I lifted my eyes to look at him. He was still as indecipherable as before, but his whole demeanor seemed changed. He didn't look so cold and calculated anymore. He almost seemed to be afraid of or for something. Yes, he did seem almost afraid, because as I said repeatedly before, Draco Malfoy is mostly unreadable. There were only a few traces of fear, but nothing too obvious like sweating or any other nervous habit, nothing to prove he really was afraid.

"Why shouldn't I be here? After all, this is a store, I can go wherever I please in it." I said after long seconds of thoroughly observing him. My voice seemed to bring him back to life. He was rapidly regaining his composure.

"You shouldn't be in Diagon Alley, that's what I meant to say." He was back to his normal cool and collected self, with his usual drawl.

"Why?" I usually didn't speak that much let alone ask so many questions, but Malfoy wasn't like any other person I had ever met and he was making me curious.

Draco hadn't the time to answer me as we heard screams coming from the other end of Diagon Alley. They were still far away, but I could feel them already. The deatheaters. Voldemort was attacking Diagon Alley. How I knew it was them that were causing the screaming? Well, there is so much dark magic emanating from Voldemort and his followers that it really is easy to sense them. No one ever seems to feel these boosts of magic in the air like I do though.

"Stay here!" shouted Draco above the deafening screams that were now coming from much closer. He still seemed calm, even though Diagon Alley was apparently being destroyed.

He went to the front of the store, walking briskly, and probably went outside, but I couldn't know for sure given that from my hiding place in the back of the shop I could only see shelves and shelves of books. From then on, I could hear more and more terrifying yells and clear shouts of Avada Kedavra.

That day when I had arrived to the crowded Diagon Alley, I had thought of it as complete craziness. Now I knew what craziness was like. Deatheaters killing everyone in sight, even the smallest infant crying in his crib, longing for his already dead mother. Sure, Voldemort had killed lots of people, but this was the first time in history of magic that a place like Diagon Alley was attacked. It was complete and utter madness.

How I knew all of this? Well, I hadn't listened to Draco. As soon as he had disappeared from view I had followed his path and discovered that half of the shop had been destroyed and that the street was now a horrifying sight. I looked around me, looked at people being killed, at the rest of their family screaming, and I did nothing. I could do nothing to help anyway.

I was so terribly wrong. I could help. That one thought appeared in my mind when I saw a whole family being killed and didn't leave me until the end of that fight or rather until the rest of my life. I don't know why I had felt so helpless. After all, I had already fought deatheaters. Okay, there weren't nearly as muck, but I still had fought them with all I had.

I then began to yell stupefy, expelliarmus or any other spell or jinx I knew at every single deatheater I could reach. Surprisingly, my stupefying spells were strong enough to knock out for good even the strongest of them. I didn't know I was so powerful until then. It was almost a full five minutes after I had first begun to fight that I realized my wand was still in one of my pockets. I hadn't taken it out. I was doing wandless magic!

However, that realization didn't stop me from fighting harder. I began to shout spells, directing them in two directions at once, using both of my hands to do wandless magic, even though the spells coming from my left hand were slightly weaker than the ones coming from my wand hand, my right hand.

About twenty minutes after the fight had begun, twenty minutes that seemed only like twenty seconds of insanity if you ask me, a tall deatheater came face to face with me. I was going to stupefy him just like I had done with many others of his friends, but he was faster and, pointing his wand at me, said the two dreadful words that had been the death of so many people:

"Avada Kedavra"

Greet light encircled me and instead of killing me, exploded into dark violet sparks that shot toward the astounded deatheater, who died instantly. I stood there, shell-shocked. I had resisted to the killing curse, like no one had ever done before, save for Harry Potter. As I tried to proceed what had just happened, aurors and ministry wizards of all kinds apparated everywhere on the devastated street and began chasing after deatheaters that were either successfully captured or disapparated.

I spotted Draco in the crowd of still alive people and he looked at me, all cool and collected. However, his eyes weren't cool and collected. They were shocked. He had seen me.

It was then that I began to laugh, under Draco Malfoy's stunned icy silver eyes. Dead bodies were lying everywhere around me. People with tear strained faces choked on there sobs while others were shaking there dead relatives and screaming or plainly standing behind the aurors, in a daze, not believing what had just happened.

And I was laughing. I lifted my head up to look at the gray sky, rain that I didn't even know was falling until then splattering on my face and into my wide open eyes while I was laughing a humorless, cold laugh. It was the only sound that could be heard. Everyone was silent, except me. I wasn't going crazy. I was just laughing out loud at the thought of still being alive.

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So, that's it, the second chapter of 'Ignored'. How did you find it? Please review, I wanna know!! Anyway, if you have any ideas or characters you'd want me to include in my story just send them to me in a review or in an e-mail.

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~Durfaniel~