Oh, I cant apologize enough for not updating since September! AGH! Well, what can I say? Time really does fly, and now its summer again. I got caught up in school work, etc. But I'm gonna wrap this story up one way or another, and I'm gonna finish it PROPERLY! crowd scene AMEN SISTA! coughs So yeah, I'm sorry. So please, do review, and if this seems outta the norm for the other chappies, I'm sorry, but I got outta this for awhile. Anyways, review if ya want me to continue!

Disclaimer: I dun own anyone. Cept Phoebe and Zebidia. Whos technically a cat, so it doesn't matter. Oh yeah, and the first years. But they don't count.

"And this is the Dungeons," sighed Harry, putting on a smile, "Potions classes are held here."

He led his group of first years back up the spiralling staircases. He brushed bits of jet black hair out of his eyes and pushed his glasses back up his nose. He was done now, thank heavens. He led the first years back to the Great Hall and, forcing yet another smile, bit farewell.

"That's the end of your tour. Any questions?"

Every hand went up.

"Yes, Peter," sighed Harry.

"Did you really get on the Quidditch team in first year?" asked the eager Hufflepuff.

"Yes," nodded Harry, "Next question."

"Did you really face He-who-must-not-be-named that many times?" asked Nicholas.

"Yes," Harry nodded again, feeling himself go red, "Any questions that are not about me?"

The hands all went down, save one.

"Yes?" asked Harry.

"Was Sirius Black really innocent?" asked Craig.

Harry nodded, his forced smile could be forced no more and his expression changed to a cold, sad one, "Yes. As innocent as anyone else in this world. Any questions to do with the school?"

The first years all shook their heads.

"Well then, this is the end of your guided tour," smiled Harry, this time for real, "Though I'm still your mentor. If you need any help, someone to talk to, or even if you get lost and see me around, your always welcome to come along and talk to me. For now, though, go over to your house tables and wait until your Head of Houses come down to bring you all up to your dormitories. Hope to see you around soon! Until then, bye."

Happy to be off, Harry started walking towards Gryffindor house. He couldn't see that mentor thing working again the next year. He chuckled, and looked up.

"Hi, Phoebe!" he called, "How did it go?"

Phoebe stopped at the topmost stair and waited for him. She smiled and rolled her eyes, letting him know she hated it.

"Ugh, it was terrible," she replied, "I hope to God I wasn't like that when I was a first year!"

Harry laughed. That was what he'd expected she'd say.

"I'm sure you weren't," laughed Harry, "You get any Slytherins? I didn't."

Phoebe nodded, "Yeah. I got a couple more students than I was supposed to, because some Slytherin didn't turn up today. Chicken pops or something. Anyway, yeah. I got a couple of Slytherins. A few too many for my liking, too. At least it's over now. D'you know the password?"

Harry groaned, realizing he didn't, "We'll have to wait here until someone comes along who does and hope that they aren't a first year."

It wasn't long until a very harassed Neville came up the stairs, threatening Trevor in a very low voice. He blushed when he saw the two outside the common room, realizing they probably heard him. They chose to ignore it, though.

"Hi Neville," beamed Harry, "D'you know the password?"

"Yes," nodded Neville, still quite pink after being heard scolding his toad, "Its crimson blood."

Harry thought for a second, just a second that Phoebe's eyes had widened. But he decided it must have been his imagination. The three sixth years stepped into the common room, appreciating the fire as they began to warm up. They chose armchairs away from everyone else and Phoebe was delighted when Zebidia jumped up on her lap. She'd been sure he had stayed at Phoenix manor and had been upset about it.

"So what did you two do all summer?" Neville asked, settling himself in his armchair.

Harry exchanged a glance with Phoebe, choosing his words carefully but hoping she'd reply and he wouldn't have go use them.

"Oh, y'know, hung out at Rons." Harry said quickly.

Neville turned to Phoebe, "How about you, Phoebe?"

"Oh, um, nothing much. Nothing out of the ordinary."

Neville seemed doubtful and decided to be bold and ask further questions.

"You two seem to know each other well," he remarked, "But you didn't know each other at all last year."

Harry thought quickly and answered even quicker, "Oh did I forget to mention that I stayed at Phoebes', too? Silly me!"

"You did?" Neville turned an arched eyebrow to Phoebe, "Why?"

"Oh yeah, he did, ofcourse he did. We're related, y'see."

"Yes, Phoebe's my third cousin removed," added Harry, proud of himself for thinking up such a believable lie, "Oh my father's side. But she's always been like a sister to me. We're very close."

"Thought you had no magic relations?" asked Neville, his eyebrow so high it was disappearing rapidly under his hair.

"Well, he does!" replied Phoebe quickly, "But he didn't know until last summer."

"Oh," Neville said, "You know, I wasn't born yesterday. Do you even have any relatives in the school, Phoebe?"

Phoebe quickly turned frosty, "Yes, I do. And I don't want to talk about them."

Neville laughed, "The way you said that, its almost as if your trying to hide the fact that your related to someone bad, like…like…like Draco Malfoy!"

Phoebe shot him a glare, that would have killed him if looks could kill, "Maybe I am." She stood up, picked up Zebidia and, yawning, began to walk towards the girls dorms, "See you in the morning."

Neville, in shock from what she'd said, quickly recovered himself, "Your not really, are you?"

Phoebe smirked and looked at him square in the face. She shrugged, "I don't know, I don't really know my family history. But I was once told that almost every wizarding family was related. Something to do with the fact that there are only so many different purebred families left. Think selective breeding, only in wizards. Anyway, I'm off to bed. G'night."

Harry chuckled to himself while Phoebe waved and disappeared up the stairs to the girls dorms.

"Harry," Neville squeaked, looking worried, "You…don't think I'm related to Malfoy, do you?"

Harry laughed, "You? Nah, your way too nice to be related to him."

The other boy brightened up, "Really?"

"Yep."

"Thanks Harry."

"Don't mention it. I was only saying what is true."

Nevilles' grown a back bone over the summer holidays, hasn't he? REVIEW! PLEASE!