A/N: I know I have not written in forever, a year actually. I don't think I would have been able to write anymore, if I hadn't had the sudden urge to check my reviews on all of my stories. I want to thank BlueDove in particular for putting the thrill of writing and creating my own stories/fanfics into my heart once more. I thank you so much, you don't even know.... I want to thank you for the thrill that you put back into my life, and, I promise to spellcheck this time...

Now, on with my story

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It had been many nights since the ball, Melova had lost count exactly, but she looked up at the Full Moon outside her window, even though the Slythrin common rooms were in the dungeon, some of the room still had views to the outside, this room being one of them. She remembered of the man Lupin she had met in the Leaky Cauldron and hoped he was ok. As she lay in bed, trying to sleep. Ever since she had come here, she was always wondering if the Sorting Hat had put her in the right house...

She knew that she wasn't as conceited and evil as her cousin or the other Slytherins, so why, oh why, did the Sorting Hat put her in her. She remembered talking to Harry one day about this, and he told her that the Hat had suggested putting him in Slytherin too. She couldn't believe it, Harry Potter, in Slytherin, no way. Then he told her this.

"Dumbledore told me once that it is our choices, not our actions that take us where we want. Did you ask the Hat to put you in Slytherin?"

"I didn't do anything, I sort of wished for it to put me in Gryffindor with you, Ron, and Hermione..... But, I had a weird feeling that it wasn't going to do that," she replied, Harry just looked at her knowingly and nodded.

"You do have the cunning of a Slytherin, and then again, the Hat did say you were pretty difficult, maybe you should go to see the head master, try it on again. See if it's possible to get switched out, maybe into Ravenclaw or something. I don't want happening to you what has happened to all the other Slytherins before you," he said, he looked a little worried.

She said she would, but she never did. She knew the Sorting Hat had made it's choice, and wouldn't change it's mind, or whatever it had. She knew for some reason she was meant to be in Slytherin, maybe to prove her family name wrong, mybe to prove the Slytherin name wrong, but, whatever it was, she wasn't going to worry about it now. Now, she needed to get some sleep, she had potions first thing in the morning, and she didn't want to be late...

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A/N: I hope you like it so far. It's obviously been a while since I've written, but, I'm trying..

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The next morning she woke up to the sound of a little jingly bell in her ear. She looked around and saw Mystery, pawing at the bed sheets. She looked over at her clock and saw that it was almost 3:00 am. Why was Mystery waking her up so early? She sat up and pulled back her curtain. Her cat ran to the door and starting meowing. She walked over and saw that it wasn't locked anymore...the way her and her roommates had left it....

She opened the door and walked into the common room.. What she saw then, scared the crap out of her.

There, in the middle of the common room, was a dead girl, no younger than 12...

Melova screamed and ran out of the common room as fast as she could. She made her way to where Draco's room was and pounded on the door.

"DRACO DRACO, GET UP, SOMEONES ON THE FLOOR!! SHE'S DEAD!!!" Melova couldn't help but panic, she waited for the door to open, it was Blaise Zabini, she pushed him to the side and ran to Draco's four-poster. She pulled open the curtains and shook him awake. Upon seeing his frantic cousin, he was awake immediately.

"Melova, what's the matter? What happened?" he looked more scared than Melova. (ya, Draco Malfoy, scared,...creepy)

"Draco, there's a girl, in the common room, she's she's, oh god, I can't breathe.." Melova's breaths started getting short and rapid, what was happening, her head started getting all light and dizzy. What was going on? She couldn't see Draco anymore. The room was racing around her head. Finally, she fainted.

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When Melova woke up, she was obviously in the hospital wing. She sat up to find the day starting outside. She looked over to her side and saw Dobby.

"Dobby, oh no, Harry didn't send you again did he?" Melova looked over at the house elf, but he was fast asleep. Melova was thankful for this and stood up, to find that her legs were in a great deal of pain. "Damn, how long have I been in here?" she thought.

"About three weeks Melova," she looked around, there was nobody there.

"Who are you, show yourself, come on.." Melova said, hoping that whoever or whatever it was to just stay invisible.

"I can't do that Melova, you see, that would be ruining all of the fun that I am going to have with you. You know the girl that you found dead, her name is, or was, Alloria Artis. Does that name sound familiar at all Melova?" the voice started to laugh and Melova's head started to ache. She looked around the room one more time, still not seeing anything but the sleeping Dobby.

"Yes, but, why does that matter, who are you?" Melova was getting frustrated now. This person was getting on her nerves. And nobody got on Melova Anna Black-Hiquoree's nerves without a fight.

"She was the one who asked you who you were on the way to the Great Hall, a Hufflepuff if I might add.. so, what was she doing in the Slytherin common room," the voice was laughing louder, shouting if you will. She looked over at Dobby, he wasn't stirring, couldn't he hear it, then it hit her... The voice was inside Melova's head. Somebody was talking inside of Melova's head. She ran over to a wall and started banging her head against it.

"GET OUT OF MY HEAD!! GET OUT!!" she stopped, the voice was gone, the laughter had subsided. She put her hand up to where she had been banging it, and felt something warm. Blood. A crack. She knew that she had banged her head open. She walked over to the part of the hospital wing where Madam Pomfrey slept when there were overnight patients. She tapped her on the arm and Madam Pomfrey woke up with a start.

"Why, Melova dear, you're up, what happened to your head?" Madam Pomfrey went over to the cabinet where she had all of her remedies.

"Madam Pomfrey, call the head master, Voldemort's in the castle, he's in my head," and with this, Melova blacked out....

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A/N: Hey, I hope you liked it, please R&R. If it's a little shorter than the other chapters, I'm sorry, I wrote this one in sort of a hurry..

Please review... Its really appreciated.