Sorry I haven't been replying to your reviews of late, I'll try to do it all now!

LJFan: you only have to wait two years to drive? In Aussie, (Tasmania to be exact) they've gone and changed the rules so I can't drive until I'm 17! That totally sucks! Sucky, sucky, sucky, sucky McSuckSuck. Don't worry, Butterfly will return! Ron and Hermy might snog; I'm getting better at writing those kinds of scenes! :) Oh, and Nerdy Nose Neville doesn't quite sound as menacing as Mad-Eye Moody, wouldn't you agree? Heheh:)

La Pamplemousse: Burritos will return! Just think: Lord of the Rings: The Return of the Burrito. (I.e. instead of king?) Yeah, pretty sucky attempt at funniness, but DO NOT BAG THE MYSETICAL THING! And, nothing personal, but I never really liked Neville, so he dies first. I really hate Pansy and Millicent more, but I thought Neville would be more of a shock-horror.

Swimmerkitti: We should like, start an Araminta Potter Malfoy fan club or something! (J/K)

Natsuko: Jesus bloody Christ on his bloody throne, she's trying to be me! No! Bad MarySue! BAD MARYSUE! Do NOT use my words! Do NOT be me! I don't want you to be me! I'd rather cover myself with gravy and jump into a tank of hungry rabid sharks at feeding time!

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"Neville!" Lavender squealed, and ran over to him, followed closely by Parvati and Hermione. The rest of the hall was silent, paralysed with shock and fear. Ella stood up slowly and walked over to him, looking very solemn. Lavender was pushing him, trying to get him to wake up.

"Neville . . . wake up! Wake up!" Lavender said, pushing his head around, but it just lolled around like a grotesque rag doll. Lavender's talking made Ella think of Rose at the end of Titanic, shaking Jack's hand and saying 'the boats are here jack, come back, boats, come back!' And she fought to control a giggle, because giggling would be the exact opposite of what was expected of her, and her adoptive parents always reprimanded her for doing what was least expected of her. She knelt down and put her hand on Lavender's, who stopped trying to wake Neville at once. She looked up at Ella and Ella saw that Lavender had blood all over her, on her hands, and her face where she had wiped away tears with blood-smeared hands.

"I'm sorry Lavender, he won't wake up." She said, and Lavender collapsed onto her, and Ella had nothing to do but pat Lavender's back as she cried on Ella's $400 French tank top. Ella seemed mildly disconcerted about her top, (now covered in blood and tears) but just put her hand on Lavender's head and patted her hair calmingly. "Ssh, it's ok, it's ok, it'll all be over soon. It's just a bad dream. It's just a bad dream." She repeated, more to herself than to Lavender, but Lavender seemed calmed by the words, so it's all good.

Ella stayed sitting on the ground next to Neville until after everyone had finished their meals and gone up to bed. She looked down at him, pitying his poor luck at being late for dinner. "I guess your gran was right." She said, getting onto her knees. "Your lateness did bring about the end of you." She said, putting her hand on his head. At that moment, her vision went black and all she saw were flashes of black and white images, like an old movie screen that had the celluloid damaged and it was playing inside her head. She saw a flash of walking down a set of stairs, through the point of view of someone unknown to her, she saw more flashes of coming down to the entrance hall and seeing Neville there. She saw a flash of dragging him away from the castle, still alive, as he kicked and struggled. She saw a flash of being in the forest, and stabbing him and mutilating him. She saw a flash of washing blood of a pair of hands in the lake. She saw a flash of a last glance of Neville, before walking back up to the castle. Suddenly the vision whirled around and Ella almost saw who the killer was, but was shaken out of her trance. She gasped and looked around the hall. There was only one person in there, and that was Harry. He looked frightened.

"Ella, I was so scared, I came in here to see where you were and Filch had already taken away the body and you were foaming at the mouth and your eyes were rolling and you were shaking, I thought you were having a fit or something." He said in one long breath.

"Yeah, and if you'd waited a second longer to wake me up, I would have seen who killed him!" She said angrily. She didn't care if it wasn't his fault, she didn't care if he could never have known she was having a vision, she was angry and she had to take it out on someone. He looked hurt, then angry.

"Fine. Fine, because maybe it is my fault that I care about you, and maybe I plan to carry on caring about you, but I can't stand you driving me away every time I try to help you. I thought you were dying, and do you know what? I don't know why, after how you've treated me, but I was scared for you. I didn't want you to die. But maybe now I've rethought that choice. Maybe if the guy who killed Neville comes after you, I won't try to help because it'll just blow up in my face or something. I'd leave you to die, Ella! You would deserve it. What I don't understand is how you could proclaim to love me one day, then act like I'm Malfoy or something the next. What is wrong with you?"

"Don't talk to me about Malfoy. If I acted like you were him, you would be dead or injured by now." She said, folding her wings protectively around her chest. Her wings! *Last time I got angry with him, my wings were out . . . * She thought. She pulled her wings back into her back with horrible agony, but tried her best not to let the pain show on her face.

Harry was walking toward the door and Ella suddenly felt remorse for all the horrible things she had said. Did Harry REALLY not care for her? Would he leave her to die?

"Harry! I'm sorry! It's my wings!" She shouted, but she watched the great wooden door slam shut and knew she had gone too far. "It's my wings . . ." She said miserably, collapsing on the floor and letting her wings fold around her protectively. Tears rolled down her face but she didn't care. She curled up into her feathery cocoon and cried through the night.

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Awwwwwwwwww... I was crying all through that! Well not really but still. I know it's short but that seemed like a good place to end the chapter. Review please!