A/N: Okay, time for another update!

Special thanks to Tayz, who helped me a great lot on my last chapter and I am truly grateful. Also, she is now my beta-reader and therefore, she has an advantage that some of my readers don't have, she gets to read first! LOL

Also, on the note, Blaise Zabini is a BOY! Confirmed by JK Rowling herself last month! I was right! .

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Hermione snapped her eyes shut, not wanting to see Yurin end her life. Why is she doing this? But then she heard a 'click' and opened her eyes to see Yurin looking at her, with a slightly amused look on her face while wiping her tears.

"For a smart girl in Gryffindor, I thought you would realize that this wasn't loaded," she said looking at Hermione, setting the gun on her lap. Hermione was looking at her with her mouth dropped slightly, eyes still wide. Yurin smiled sadly and put her hand on Hermione's shoulder, "Hey, relax, I'm not ending it here, well at least not yet. Plus, I don't want to leave yet now that I found a friend, you know?"

All Hermione could do was nod. She was thoroughly scared! She really thought that Yurin was going to end it there and then, but then smacked herself mentally for thinking something really stupid. But she then smiled at the thought of Yurin considering her as a friend. She looked up to see the girl across from her holding a piece of paper.

"This was his last letter to me. I found it after he pulled the trigger, but I didn't read it right away. No one heard the shot 'cause there was a silencer," she said holding up the said thing from the box and continued, "I never let anyone read it, but now I will 'cause I trust you. Please don't break it. I had enough of those people and if you let anyone know what you heard from me, I don't know what I will do. Harry and Ron... I don't really care, they just better keep their mouth shut, and they seem trustworthy,"

Hermione nodded slowly, "They are, you won't regret trusting them, I promise that." Yurin nodded and gave her the letter. She then leaned her head on the bedpost and said, "Read it, and yes it's ok, after I'll tell you how I got here." She then closed her eyes, leaving Hermione staring at the letter.

She unfolded it and started to read silently:

Yurin,

I know that you are really angry right now for what I did. You have all the right to hate me for this, but I just couldn't take it. The taunting, it just had to stop. But it wouldn't as long as I exist. I have been experiencing this way before I was at brought to the orphanage. My parents, as you know, abandoned me. My mom was what you can call a whore; sleeping around and not caring if she got pregnant. But she then cared when she found out about me. I was born and was neglected. I never knew who my real dad was, but I knew the man who was living with us wasn't my father, for what he did to me was something a parent will never do to his son. Or so I thought, for you'll never know how many sick people live in this world.

'He is so right on that one, look what happened to Malfoy,'Hermione thought before she continued reading:

Hurtful words everyday is what I received. They make it sound like it was my fault that I was born into their lives making it hell. Well, it wasn't! My mom was the one who couldn't help but sleep around with people and not care about it! Not me! I never went and wished to be born and have a life that can compete with hell! I never did. There were also the occasional smacks here and there, and so forth. And my 'father' would kick me around when he's drunk and when my mom is not around, not that she cared or anything. I was a mistake, anyways.

I know I never told you any of this things, and I'm sorry, I know we promised to tell EVERYTHING to each other, but I didn't want any pity and I knew if you knew about any of this things, you will try to help me forget it, when I am suppose to be the one helping you. In the end, as you know, they kicked me out of the house and I was out and about for a while until I was found by the social workers and they brought me to the orphanage. During those times, rich, snobby kids would laugh at me and make fun of me because I'm homeless. It hurt, but in the end I didn't really care. After all, I didn't want their pity.

'He didn't want pity, just like Harry, I just hope Harry doesn't end up like him,' Hermione shook the thought out of her head and continued once more:

Then I came to the orphanage and met you. Even though people discriminated you because you were different, I still think you are cool, because you are such a great friend. You were great and I did my best to try and help you, I hope I did. It was foolish of me to think that people will treat me differently. Not many did, but I'm glad you did. Thank you for that. Thanks for everything and the good times we shared, even if there were only a few.

I'm sorry for leaving you; I know you will hate me. But please remember, no matter what, I will always be there. You are special, I can sense it in you. You have a purpose, and you don't belong here, you belong somewhere else, and you will be greatly appreciated. If you find that place, accept people's friendship, but still stay the same. Don't change one bit. I will always be here to watch, no matter where you are, no matter where I am, heaven or hell, I will watch over you. That I promise.

Remember: Don't let people intimidate you. If they laugh at you because you are different, laugh at them because they are all the same. Always remember that and please try not to bottle up your emotions, for I don't want you blowing up on people, literally. But if they deserve it, then you can do it.

I also have one last wish:

'Don't judge a book by its cover, and please do not judge me for what I did 'cause in my life, I never did judge you.'

Love and always with you,

Jordan

PS: Together with this letter, I ask you to take my gun and keep it for my memory if you want to. Also there is something else. Use it well.

Hermione's eyes were moist when she finished reading. She sniffed and wiped her eyes. She saw Yurin open her eyes and she then gave the letter back. There was silence between them for a moment as Hermione let the information sink in as the other was trying to find the courage to continue. Pouring your past and you emotions to another person was never an easy task.

Yurin sighed and looked at Hermione, "I am not mad at him, never was and never will be, I wasn't going to start hating on him when he took his life that night. As you read he gave me this," she said, pulling the pendant that was tube shaped and opening its lid. She shook it and out fell a bullet. "This is the one and only bullet I have, he gave it to me, and I am going to use it well."

"What's done is done and there was nothing you can do about it. Well, I promised to tell you how I got here and that I will. As you see, just right after he pulled that darn trigger, it seemed to have triggered something and I felt and breeze go by. I ran to Jordan's crumpled body and I took his head on my lap. His eyes were closed and there was a small smile on his face. He looked peaceful, the first time I saw him that way. Then beside him was the letter you just read." She rubbed her eyes as tears started to fall from her eyes once again.

Hermione nodded and went to sit on Yurin's side instead across from her and put her arm over her shoulders, "We can continue this next time, you know?" she suggested, but Yurin shook her head, tears streaming down her face. "No, nearly done, I promise. Where was I? Oh, yeah, so the breeze went and I felt someone was there. I looked behind me and saw a man I had never seen before. He was the headmaster, Albus Dumbledore. He took out his wand and cleaned up all the blood that came from Jordan. I was shocked at first, but was still amazed; I never believed that magic ever existed."

"He waved his hand over me and Jordan's lifeless figure, and then and there he told me everything. I didn't believe anything at first for I didn't want to trust someone who I had just met. Then he told me to read the letter I found. I did and was shocked to find what Jordan said, about him sensing something in me and me having a purpose in a different place. Then found the necklace containing the bullet and took the gun in my hands. I looked at the headmaster to see if he was going to protest, but he told me that it was okay for he knew that I will use it well."

"I was still confused about the headmaster and his abilities, but I never did ask. He waved his hand over Jordan and he disappeared. I gasped in outrage at first, then I saw a lone black rose in his place, and I knew that it was Jordan. I looked at the headmaster and he told me he changed Jordan's form so that he will always be with me everywhere and that he truly doubts that the muggles, which at first I didn't know what he meant, would never give Jordan a good resting place." Yurin's tears were now flowing freely down her cheeks as she took a black rose out of the box and handled it with utmost care. She looked at it lovingly and kissed its petals, "It will never wilt or dry up, the only time when that is going to happen is when I die," she settled it back in the box and put the gun and everything else back. She closed the lid and locked it. She put her necklace back on and was about to put away the box when Hermione stopped her.

"Do you have your wand?" Hermione asked. Yurin looked at her confusedly before nodding and taking out the wand from her robe pocket. Hermione nodded and said, "Well, I can teach you to put a powerful Locking Charm on the box so that only you can open it. What do you say?" Yurin nodded, "That will be great."

Hermione said the incantation and asked Yurin to repeat it, concentrating and then point her wand at the box. When Yurin did, Hemione took her own wand and said "Alohamora!" Nothing happened and that meant it worked. She smiled at the girl beside her, "Awesome work, now only you can end it and do you know what to do?" Yurin nodded and said, "Finite Incantatum." Hermione nodded and clapped her hands together. "Great, now no one can look at it!"

Yurin nodded and said, "About the Diagon Alley thing at the beginning of the year, sorry to freak you out and knowing your name. I don't really know how I knew it, but I did. I just saw you and I knew. I have that ability, to know someone's name. Happened twice before you: first with this girl and I thought she was a friend but, no, she was a bitch. Then, Jordan, happened on him too, then I lost him, so when it happened to you, I thought you were going to be like the other girl or something was going to happen to you if you communicate with me in any sort, so I tried to stay away. I guess I was wrong, as always." She was looking down on her lap, as if ashamed.

Then she felt a hand on her shoulder and looked up to see Hermione looking at her with a smile on her face, "Don't sweat it. Yes, I was a little freaked out, oh what the hell, a lot, freaked a lot, but you know, I'm used to it. If you have a friend who can talk to snakes and another who had a rat who was really a traitor for a pet, you'll get use to it too," she said amusedly.

Yurin let out a stifled chuckle and nodded. Then Hermione said, "Mind if I ask you something? I saw you going in a house on my way home from Diagon Alley, it wasn't far from my own house. Is that yours or were you visiting someone?" Yurin pondered for a moment then nodded, "Oh, yeah, since I didn't want to stay in Hogwarts during the summer, Professor Dumbledore arranged for me to have an apartment of my own under the name of a guardian. So I have somewhere to stay in with all the necessities during summer by myself." she finished with a sigh.

Hermione nodded in understanding. She then looked at the time and said, "Whoa, we were here longer than I thought; dinner is starting soon." Yurin nodded and got out of bed, getting ready for dinner as Hermione did the same.

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Harry left a minute or so after Yurin went up to the girl's dormitory. He took his cloak and made his way down the tower and eventually out of the castle. He walked out on the grounds, clutching his cloak tighter around himself as he felt a slight breeze blow his way. He rubbed his hands together and made his way down the lake. He sat on the ground and settled himself, putting his elbows on his knees and his face in his hands.

'I sounded so tactless and inconsiderate back there,', he thought, sighing heavily. He just assumed that Yurin never lost someone when he said those words back there. 'So tactless, indeed.' He sighed and looked up on the lake. The scene before him was so calm and surreal; little waves on the lake created by the autumn air breeze. The trees that surrounded the area that were now graced with red, yellow and orange leaves gave the place a peaceful aura that relaxed Harry somehow. It made him think and somehow put all the nightmares –both real and not- behind him.

He sighed and thought of the things that have been happening to him. He just lost someone who was the closest thing he had for a parent. His heart shattered when he saw Sirius falling through the veil, his back at a perfect arch. He remembered how he tried to run and go after Sirius, but Remus stopped him, clinging to him tightly so that he wouldn't jump after his godfather.

Once again, while staring at the lake, he felt the stinging sensation at the corner of his eyes, not any different from the one he had had after Sirius died. But this time, instead of stopping it, he let the tears fall; he needed to let it out, to let it free, for it was eating him up from the inside. He felt the tears go and trail down his cheeks, making it moist. It fell on his hand, creating crystals of salty tears.

He sniffed, his vision blurring. He took off his glasses and wiped his eyes with his cloak. Harry closed his eyes and leaned his head on his hand, his glasses on the other. He couldn't remember the last time he had actually cried openly, letting his emotions out. He knew he needed to let it out, for as Ron said, he might blow up later on in life. He then snorted at the thought, 'Already did, and Dumbledore's office was the receiving end.'

Thinking of the headmaster, he just couldn't help but feel hurt and sort of betrayed of what the ancient man did last year. He was avoided by one of the people he trusted most last year and he just felt alone. He hated the secrecy, he hated everything that was kept from him last year! He hated how Hermione and Ron would send him letters that clearly stated that they were in the same place without him. He hated how he didn't know that they were with the Order the beginning of the summer and not even tell him. He hated how Dumbledore kept the bloody prophecy from him that would decide his whole destiny; to murder or to be murdered.

He straightened up and collected his thoughts. He put his glasses on and just sat there for a moment. He stared at the lake for a moment and couldn't help but remember the night in 3rd year. He couldn't help but see Sirius in his head, he couldn't help hear his bark like laugh in his ears. He sighed and said, "Sorry, I'm so sorry Sirius, it was my fault. If I didn't let my curiosity and stupidity take over and had a look in Snape's Pensive, then I could have learned Occulemency and you would still be here."

He was about to turn around and make his way back to the castle when he heard rustling through the bushes and the trees on the other side of the lake. He whipped out his wand, expecting danger behind him. He's eyes widened and nearly drop his wand when he saw a bear-like dog looking at him from the other side of the lake; looking at him with big, blue watery eyes.

Harry was baffled and stunned, and all he can do was whisper "Padfoot."

It seemed like 'Padfoot' heard it and howled. The dog's tail waggled and it sprinted its way to Harry, floating on the lake. It stopped in the middle and looked at Harry straight in the eye. As the boy stared at the dog, bright light started emitting from around the dog that blinded Harry. He shielded his eyes and as the light dimmed he looked back at the lake to see someone that made his jaw drop.

"S-Sirius?" he stuttered, his knees feeling weak.

Sirius nodded, looking like what he did in the Department of Mysteries. Same robes, same hair, same everything. Sirius smiled and said in a low, yet caring voice, "Harry, it's not your fault, no use being guilty, just live life to the fullest and treasure everything you have. Remember, I will always be here and so will your parents."

Harry nodded, still not trusting himself to speak. There in front of him, was his godfather, standing on the middle of the lake, talking to him. He shook his head and looked at his godfather, "I'm sorry, Sirius, I love you. Please tell mom and dad that, too." Sirius nodded and was about to leave and change back when he said, "Oh, that Cedric lad said not to blame yourself, he said it wasn't your fault and focus on defeating Voldemort," then he smirked, "In other words, kick that snake-faced ass." He turned back to Padfoot and with one last look at his godson, ran to the bushes and disappeared.

Harry stared as Padfoot disappeared and couldn't help but smile, "Good, old Padfoot." He turned his way to the castle as a lone tear fell and trailed down his cheek, the smile on his face. He wrapped his cloak tighter and made his way to the Great Hall, assuming that dinner would be on soon.

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Draco longed made his way to the Slytherin Common Room after his very bizarre encounter with Granger. He walked on with his hands in his pockets, his head high and proud. When he reached the portrait, he murmured the password and strode inside. He looked around to see that it was nearly empty, except three 2nd years sitting on the couch. The students looked up at him and whispered to each other. They gave Draco one last look before going up to their dormitories.

The blonde hair Slytherin couldn't help but look after the retreating figures of the little midgets in confusion. 'Why the hell were they staring at me, then whispering?' he thought. Shrugging it off, he made his way to his 6th year dormitory to also find it empty. He went to his bed to found it just the way he left it. He flopped down and put his arms under his head and stared up the ceiling. He then closed his eyes and tried his best to remember anything that would tell him how the hell he got the way he was now.

He remembered receiving a letter, but not really from whom it was from. He remembered something about Hogsmeade and going there to meet someone, but who? He was pretty sure it was the person he got the letter from. Then he remembered talking and pain at the back of his head. He flinched. 'That explains the bandage.' He remembered that and everything was a blur for a moment, then darkness.

He opened his eyes and groaned. All that freakin' thinking made his head hurt. He sat up on his bed and put his face in his hands. He sighed and stayed in that position in a while, until he heard the door open. He looked up to see Blaise Zabini enter and go to his trunk, not even acknowledging if he even saw Draco in the same room as him.

Blaise closed the lid of his trunk back down and only then he fixed his gaze to the blonde haired boy. He raised his eyebrows and smirked at Draco, then left the room without another word. This left the blonde Slytherin staring at the now closed door. 'First the midgets, now Blaise, something is up!' he thought.

He got out of bed and straightened his robes. He took out his wand and muttered, "Tempus,". Then the in front of him a smoky image that says "6:50pm" appeared and he knew that dinner was starting. He walked pass the smoky imaged, making it disappear and made his way out of the door and out the dungeon to the Great Hall.

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Hermione and Yurin came to the Entrance Hall just in time to see Harry enter through the main door of the castle. Harry stopped when he saw the two girls and the others did the same. Hermione looked at Harry, her look unnerving, but when he saw the tear stains on his face, her look softened.

"Harry? Are you alright?" she said, uncertain. Harry looked at her and smiled sadly, then nodded. Then he looked at Yurin then back to Hermione and said, "I'm sorry, to you both, I shouldn't have said any of those things back in the common room." Yurin looked at him with a blank expression on her face, and then nodded. Hermione did the same, only she wrapped her arms around Harry after. Harry patted her back awkwardly and pulled away. He wiped his face on his sleeve then sneezed.

"Bless you," said Yurin, nodded to Hermione and made her way to the Great Hall. Hermione turned to Harry, "Are you all right?" Harry nodded and said "Yeah, was just out of the cold for long, it's not that bad." They looked at each other and went was about to go in the Great Hall for dinner when a voice drawled from behind them.

"Well, isn't that nice, Potty and the Mudblood. Where's Weasel, eating all the food because he doesn't get enough at home?" said Draco Malfoy, his trademark smirk plastered on his face. The Gryffindors turned and shook their heads "Sod off Malfoy, you sorry soul," said Harry. Hermione nodded in agreement and entered the Great Hall, leaving the Slytherin behind.

Draco's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. 'Even the Gryffindors are acting strange, they didn't even fire a better comeback!' he thought. Shrugging, he went in and saw Potter, together with the Weasel, the mudblood and the other mudblood sitting near the end of the table, eating next to each other.

He made his way to the Slytherin Table and strode over to where he always sits; in the middle of Pansy and his two cronies. When he got there, he found occupied by Blaise with Pansy hovering all over him. He frowned at the pair. He never liked Pansy, but everyone knows how she was head over hills, over the top of the world in love with him. Now, she was basically sticking herself to Blaise, not that he was complaining or anything.

He tapped the boy's shoulder to tell him to get out of his seat, but he was ignored. He tried again and yet, no one seems to acknowledge his presence. He was not a man of patience. No one ever ignores him. Draco grabbed Blaise's shoulder and pulled causing the other boy to fall on his backside with a thud, catching the other student's attention but thankfully not the teachers.

Draco took this chance and grabbed Blaise by his collar, hauling him to a standing position, hanging a few inches on the ground. Draco glared, "Don't you ignore me! What in Merlin's name is going on!" He assumed that that would intimidate Blaise, but to his dismay the boy just smirked and glanced at the bandage on his head. "Weren't so tough when you got that bandage, were you, Draco?

", he said confidently.

The blonde Slytherin stared at the Blaise with masked shock. He glared at the boy, shaking him, "What do you know about this?" he demanded. Blaise shook his head and look at Draco in the eye, "That is for me to know and for you to find out, and I suggest you watch your back!" then he added darkly, "Traitor."

Was Blaise threatening him? What did he meant by 'traitor' and 'watch your back'? He wasn't going to get anything out of this guy. He will have to do it by force, in a different place. He growled and dropped the boy on the ground with such force that Blaise couldn't help but groan. With that, Draco turned, making his way out of the Great Hall.

As he reached the doors, he didn't see certain Gryffindors staring after him then turning back to their food, shrugging. He didn't see a pug-faced blonde girl glaring at his retreating back. He didn't see the boy he just hauled to the ground stand up and nod to two big thickheaded morons who used to be guards. As he disappeared behind the doors, he never saw three of his fellow housemates making their way to follow them, determined to give him a lesson.

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Cliffie? o.O