Disclaimer: I do not own anything Harry Potter related but all OC's, invented spells, new objects and AU circumstances are my own...please do not steal them.

Summery: Dedicated to all those in this world who feel they have nothing left to hold on to. This is for friendship, the build up of feelings that can result after a tragic single moment…the sacrifices people must make to insure that good can come out as the superior at all times. Unsure of slash situations…mostly focuses on friendship and moralistic issues. Set in Harry's seventh year…and beyond.

Warnings: Angst, drama, slight romance but it is mostly what many hope to be future canon. There are also adult themes in the future and violence.

Author's Note: I have upped this to R as it may not be noticeable now, but adult themes WILL be addressed soon and I figured it would be safer to just up it while I can. I am very sorry for the lateness of this chapter…I actually had to put all my writing on hiatus as work and life just got too difficult for me. This chapter was also very hard for me to write, emotionally as well as physically. I didn't experience the events that happen in here, but I sure did experience what led up to them.

This chapter is dedicated to all students of Columbine highschool in USA. The reasons you will see by the end of this chapter.

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"Chaos often breeds life, when order breeds habit. A single flap of a butterfly's wings can change the course of the weather forever."
 (Henry Adams)

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Chapter 3: Chaos

"You really don't have to do this."

"Yes we do…its called friendship…"

"And protection…"

"From anyone who wants you to fail and sneak another…"

"Cheat sheet in." Ron finished and both boys grinned as Hermione switched her vision from one side to the other as they flanked her. Finally she gave up trying to think and just shook her head.

"I swear you two are mind readers."

Harry grinned. "Well, I am…sorta…OW!" He rubbed his arm from where the girl had punched him. "What'd you do that for?"

She gave him a glare and punched him again, resulting in a yelp of pain and forcing him to scuttle a few steps away.

"You know exactly what I mean!" She hissed for fear of anyone overhearing. "If anyone finds out about your abilities and they fall into the wrong hands, we could…"

"All be in great danger." Both Ron and Harry mimicked then went quiet, watching her silent and gaping face with growing amusement before she snapped her mouth closed and stalked away.

"Think we overdid it?"

"Nah," Ron shook his head and grinned at his girlfriend's retreating figure. "She'll get over it over breakfast, then we'll all be best mates again." His smile turned wistful. "Man, she looks gorgeous when mad."

When the two boys had reached the great hall, Hermione had already chosen a place deliberately between Neville and Ginny. The two looked decidedly uncomfortable with the obvious ire radiating from the girl and the relief shone on their faces when they caught sight of Harry and Ron.

"Well I'm full, guess I'll be off to the library then." Ginny quickly stood up and gave a rather strained smile to Neville. "Coming?"

"Yes!" No hesitation on the boy's part as he literally fled his still full plate with Ginny, and left a gaping Hermione with two others who took the moment to nick the vacant seats.

"Soo…" Ron began, walking his fingers around the tabletop.

"So what?" Hermione snapped, still obviously irritated with them. Harry just smiled and watched.

"Is that bacon?"

"I…huh?" Hermione gaped again as Ron snatched the piece of crispy bacon from her plate and promptly started chewing. He made it look as though it were the most normal thing in the world to be doing and Harry had to desperately hide his snickers.

"Yummy, hot, smooth and delicious…just like you." He licked his lips as he swallowed and stared at her, all trace of amusement gone and Harry could see the pulse in Hermoine's throat beating hard.

Ron you wry dog you, he thought as the boy leaned over and kissed his girl, claiming their love all over again and the poncy little disagreement over Harry knowing Occlumency and his subsequent mental connection with the Dark Lord being known by more than just their little group of friends, was forgotten.

Finally, after having enough of the verbal and visual banter going on between the two lovebirds and having enough of the over exaggerated gagging noises coming from Dean Thomas on the other side of the table, Harry vocally cleared his throat and elbowed Hermoine in the ribs.

"Ouch!" She glared at him.

"I'm trying to eat here." Harry pointed at his own bacon and eggs and mock-scowled. "I really could do without you two sucking each other's lungs out."

Another gag from Dean and Harry stared at him while the dark boy grabbed some orange juice and swallowed it quickly before he answered the unspoken question.

"Sorry mate, but you just gave me the mental picture of two Dementors kissing." Dean shuddered and took another gulp from his goblet while Harry stared, blinked, then gagged in turn and decided a full jug of Orange juice would be the only way to rid him of the bile that had come up at the thought.

Of course Ron detached himself just in time to see the last drops from the jug drip down into Harry's mouth. Of course he chose that exact moment to nudge him in the ribs and of course, Harry's mouth was still full and the table in front was soon a bright orange.

He could hear the loud cackling from the Slytherin table and he scowled at Malfoy's imitation of him by spitting out any piece of food he tried to eat which was rather disgusting, but it still got the laughs.

Life was just so wonderful, Harry could cry.

As he was wiping up the drops of juice and tried to ignore the laughter from his friends and other tables, he chanced a quick glance at the Slytherins once more. What he saw though was not what he expected.

Placed down near the end, not even mingling with those of her own year and also being quite ignored by those ones younger than her as they sensed her being an outsider, he saw Flee…Felicity sitting quietly, not eating but writing in a book. Even as he watched her glasses slipped down her nose a bit and she habitually pushed them back up…without even using her hands. An unconscious magical action he knew well as he had been told he did the same when he was concentrating hard.

He finished mopping up the excess and then bared the brunt of more laughter when the stain simply vanished anyway and the jug was refilled in one go. This forced Harry to stare somewhere else once more and his whole attention was focussed on the girl. What was with this kid? Why did he keep on getting the impression that there was something more about her than met the eye? It was not like he was attracted to her or anything, she was too small, mouse-like and far to shy for his liking. He preferred bold and rule breaker any day. But the point being was that he sensed something…off about her. The way Malfoy and his cronies seemed to relish and enjoy their taunts and ridicule against an almost unknown figure within the school, even one that probably gained their house more points than most, seemed decidedly unnerving. He would find it normal if she had some bite and/or if there was some kind of underlying reason Felicity was an enemy to those who's fathers were Deatheaters, but this definitely didn't look like the case. Too small, too shy, and no bite whatsoever. Never mind the fact Snape obviously cared about this student more than most if that strange expression that had weirded him out the day before was anything to go by, then she was definitely not dangerous material and more than likely being picked on for merely her looks.

Was it just him, or did all Slytherins in general have something against brains and glasses going together? It was 'tease if you have one and not the other' or 'tease if you have both'…Harry shook his head and rubbed his temples. Logic like that was something that should only be reserved for the demented and evil…oh yeah, Malfoy.

Suddenly the Owl post came in and the entire hall was swamped by countless night birds, ranging from the very large to the very small if that spot of grey blur zooming past his nose was to say anything. The following exclamations of shock and outrage from Ron were drowned out by the squawking chaos that reigned for a few moments and his eyes were drawn as if by fate back to the Slytherin girl.

She was patting a grey tawny absentmindedly as she read a small piece of paper. A smallish parcel was in front of her wrapped in brown nondescript paper and tied with…was that plastic cords?

Harry frowned and squinted as he studied her. A silver feather fluttered down in front of him and he brushed it away, before it was replaced by another, and another until he growled and snapped his eyes up to Ron who was grinning like mad. He had a handful of silver feathers and was chewing on the end of one like it was a treat. Harry picked up one of those that his friend had been teasing him with, and sniffed it…sugary, it smelt sugary and sparkly.

"Ron, what's this?"

"Tickle-Scribes," he answered with another grin that was accompanied by a giggle "similar to the Edible Quills and all but much better. You can chew on them for ages and they don't go down, but they feel like fireworks on your tongue and make you all…hehe…high. Want one? The Twin's sent me their latest gag, they taste sour if you are being mean at that moment too…pretty good spy material huh?"

"Er, no thanks." Harry politely declined the offer from his bouncy friend. Really, sugar should be banned from that boy before he caused permanent injury.

The parcel.

Harry quickly search for Felicity again and frowned once more as he caught her staring at her package. She then wrote something quickly in her notebook before snatching everything up and hurrying from the Hall.

As the last owls flitted out the upper windows, he thought deeply about this new occurrence which really shouldn't be possible seeing as the two could never combine like this. But what he saw, plastic cords around a box that had muggle postage stamps over it with more plastic sheeting, delivered by an owl…was that combination even possible?

They left the Hall soon after and he was still deep on thought, totally oblivious to Dean's consistent gagging at the mush of his other two friends and thinking deeply.

"I'm dead serious! " he heard Hermione exclaim. "Ron asked for 'a place for us two to have fun' and we ended up playing some hockey then twister."

"Ew, I think that room has a messed up mind of it's own!" Seamus made a disgusted face.

The girl laughed.

"No, no you got it all wrong. We were given 'table-hockey' and Twister with the mat and circles…and you have no idea what I'm talking about." She finished while glancing at the blank faces of all but Ron and Harry (Dudley had a torn twister mat stuffed in the bottom of the wardrobe in Harry's room. He personally used the arrow as a pointer for his study books). She sighed. "Muggle games."

"Oh…right." Dean and Seamus nodded, still blank and Harry simply shook his head and went back to his thoughts as they walked.

What on Earth had been in that package?

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Ron scuffed his shoes against the wall in boredom and scratched at his head before kicking again and slumping against it. He then sighed, kicked the wall and started pacing before stopping and slumping against that wall and sighing again, then he got up and…

"Ron. Stop it or I will!"

Harry glowered heatedly at his friend before returning to read that damned book of Hermione's, it had become addictive, as well as the fact he hated not understanding it. Arithmancy…ugh, how could she stand it?

"It's not my fault you know, they've been in there for hours. How long does it take to answer a bunch of crummy numbers anyway?" Ron muttered in his boredom and starting kicking the wall again.

"This is why, dear friend." Harry held the book up in front of his nose and the red head went cross-eyed.

"But that's just stupid nonsense. How could anyone understand…"Harry closed the book with the title facing him. "Oh."

"Yeah and we're just too dumb to even think about it." He sighed and started reading the book again while Ron continued to fidget.

Many long minutes past in the silent hallway outside the exam room, ghosts drifted past and they both waved to Nick as the dejected spirit floated down the hall and didn't even notice them.

Yet another rejection from some Headless Hunt or something similar no doubt.

A cheery maiden picking flowers in a painting nearly directly across from them simply smiled whenever Harry tried to initiate conversation, then she would just continue picking darned pansies. After what seemed a long while, a small tapping could be heard. The dark haired boy looked up and noticed a small figure making their way down the hall, their shoes tapping lightly against the flagstones. He squinted. It was a she, the hair gave it away. Then a cloud moved aside outside and the sunlight streaming through the high arched windows glinted off her glasses.

It was Felicity, and Harry thought her to be looking decidedly focussed, even more so than that morning before they escorted Hermione to her last exam.

"Hello" She greeted them quietly as she leaned against the opposite wall, just beneath the flower-picking mute.

"Hi." The two boys answered simultaneously and Ron fidgeted some more. Harry just kept reading the book…or the same sentence over and over while trying not to look like he was trying not to look at the girl standing in front of them, staring at the door of the exam room.

A shiver ran down his spine…something was off about this whole situation. But Harry didn't get much time to dwell on it any longer, for it seemed that the girl had timed her visit perfectly when the exam doors were suddenly flung open and students came pouring out in chattering glee. The exams were now officially over.

He had studied the bushy haired, bottle-eyed Peep for close to two days now. But for some reason, he almost felt like it was all building up to something greater and a final climax that would change his views upon the shy mouse forever.

"So, you ready to stop fretting?" Ron had snatched Hermione from the crowd before too much chaos had formed and the poor girl looked like she'd been through the wars as she shook her head in despair.

"No. I swear I got the third question on Numerical Balance completely backwards and…" Ron placed a hand over her mouth and gave her a warning look.

"Exams are over so shut up and relax."

She shut up, and Draco made his exit from the room in his typical and predictable whiny fashion.

"They do this on purpose!" He threw up his hands as he brushed carelessly past the trio. "The questions and next to impossible to answer, Vector just had to be a busy-body and check my paper every single chance she could get and the charts were so badly described I'd be surprised if I even got the answer in the correct box. Argh!" He rolled his eyes in exaggeration to his plight and Pansy giggled while gripping his arm.

"But really, Draco, it's all to be expected in a school like this." She was so sugary sweet, Harry could have gagged if he had been concentrating more on the couple and not on a certain be-speckled little girl approaching the blond with a glint in her eyes that scared him. "Just think, you'll never have to do it again now. It's all over."

"Yes, it's definitely all over." A small but steady voice, completely void of stutter sounded just to the right of Pansy and Draco and the older girl sneered down her nose.

"And what are you doing here?"

The smaller girl smiled without it quite reaching her eyes, the look alarming Harry to the point he was already bracing himself to dash forward.

"I just wanted to say…" she started, crossing her arms and letting her eyes drift to Draco who was openly sneering, "that you are fouled by the evils and must be cleansed. You need to be cleansed for us all to survive." She reached into her robes and Draco's smirk suddenly wavered. For Harry, time momentarily stood still as he distantly felt Ron stiffen by his side and a gasp escape Hermione's mouth.

"What is going…" Professor Vector's stern voice was suddenly silenced by one small voice.

"Ego venire, ego purgare, tibi habere novusnatio." Said smiling Felicity before she quickly and smoothly draw out a small black object from her robes, aimed it without a blink and sent Draco hurtling into the opposite wall with a bang that sent Harry's senses reeling and almost all of the students screaming in a panic.

Pansy screamed in horror and Harry only managed to get enough sense of mind to dash at her and pull her to the ground when another blast went off and all hell broke loose.

The Professor hadn't had time to even reach to grab her own wand before she too was knocked back by the weapon in Felicity's grasp which Harry now recognized to be a gun. The shot meant for Pansy had hit the poor witch and she moaned piteously from her prone position by the classroom door. The horror of the situation only intensified when he realised the girl had simply lost her mind, the crazed look in her eyes and blank smile frightened him terribly and he quickly scrambled up to grab the gun from her hands if need be. But he never got the chance, only having time for his eyes to widen in shock as the weapon was aimed for himself and fired and the world erupted in white light and pain so intense he crumple to the floor, writhing in agony.

His face was on fire, his head felt like someone had smashed it with a cudgel and all that was left was shards of shattered glass becoming imbedded more and more into his very mind. Dimly he recognised Ron yelling for everyone to just get away, trying to organise something from the panic before another blast…and the voice fell silent.

He tried so very hard to open his eyes, and managed barely with one, blinking through the blood coating his vision to try to make sense of the confusion before him. He saw Padma wrestling with Felicity, trying to wrench the gun from her grasp and he wondered dimly why the Head Girl was having such trouble with it and why she didn't just use her wand. He knew Pansy was over somewhere to his right, he could hear a distinct panicked shrieking of Draco's name repeatedly even over the din of complete mindless panic of the other students as they ran from the carnage. Another blast went off and another voice screamed in pain before one thundering voice broke through all the others.

"ACCIO…"

Harry felt his consciousness fading as he was dragged unwillingly into darkness, but he managed to reach out and grasp the hem of the dark-haired professor's robes and tug them weakly.

"Gun," he whispered. "It's a gun."

Somehow he knew the man had heard him as he called out again.

"Accio gun!!"

The black object of murder flew through the air and into Professor Snape's hands, leaving Felicity standing slightly blank in the strong grasp of Padma. But then one more shot rang out, the small girl's eyes widened and Harry saw her fall to the ground in the older girl's arms before his eyes rolled up into the back of his head and the world went black.

Tbc…

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AN: And so…the butterfly's wings cause a storm. I leave it at that. Latin translations are deliberately not explained till later.

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