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She's running away. The sound of big thumping boots behind her. She turns around. Dead eyes. Why are his eyes so dead!? Why does he want to hurt her?!? Why is there no emotion?!? Dead. He's a robot, with no feelings, no pain, nothing. Nothing but the intent to hurt her. So she runs.

There's nothing to hide behind, nothing to block the curses he sending at her. Just a straight hallway. Who has a hallway this empty, this long?!?

She trips. There is nothing to trip on but she falls. Feels nothing.

His eyes are not black anymore. They are crimson. Is this normal? Somehow she doubts it. He stops in front of her. Staring down at her with absolutely no human emotion in his eyes. They are dead. His wand is pointed at her now. He doesn't pause to think, to ponder this situation. He is a zombie, a robot, a machine. With dead eyes.

He says the words without saying them. Almost as if he didn't say them at all. Yet they still hung in the air like a vapor. Dripping off the paintings and sticking to the carpet. And falling around her face, her ears. So she hears them, faintly, but they still sound like he said them through a loudspeaker.

'avada kedavra'

Power surges through the room. Green light illuminates everything so bright it hurts to look at it. All of it aiming for one target. And she is in a heap on the floor, unable to move, breathe. She closes her eyes and thinks about another set of eyes. She does not know whose eyes they are, or even what color they are, but at times like these this particular set of eyes is the perfect thing to think about.

And so she does. For a second. Then there is no time left, not for her anyway. So she opens her eyes to meet the green throbbing power that seeks her small frame. And screams.

Ender woke up, for the third time that week, covered with sweat at three o' clock in the morning. And she had to pee. So she unleashed a barrage of swearing and got up to go to the bathroom.

She got in bed a couple minutes later, only to find she was thirsty and had to get up again. So with a fresh batch of swear words she traveled the veritable miles it took to get to the water pitcher beside the window.

She went back to her bed, pulled the hangings closed, and got situated under the covers before falling asleep to the steady rhythm of Pansy's snores.

She tried to catch up on some sleep in History of Magic, but every time she closed her eyes she saw the green light and jumped awake again. She tried to listen to Professor Binns's terribly boring lecture, but it succeeded at neither lulling her to sleep nor catching her interest to keep her awake.

She was going to have to copy notes from Blaise again, she realized. She smiled as she watched him bend over his paper and diligently scribble down everything the monotonous old ghost said. His black hair was too long in the front and he had to keep brushing it away at which point it would shift in front of his eyes again. She watched his dark purple eyes flit back and forth across his paper, and his frustrated grimace as he made a mistake and had to go back over it.

She didn't see how he could write everything so fast. He didn't miss a single word. He must have some super-natural ability or some sort of mind power she decided. Although Draco did say one stuck up Gryffindor boasted the ability to pay attention to Binns as well.

She watched Draco stare out the window as if he wanted nothing more then to be outside prancing around with the squirrels. She was getting a little stir crazy as well, she admitted as she shifted uncomfortably. There was no way they have only been in class forty five minutes.

When the bell finally rang (she was convinced it had broken) She slung her bag over her shoulder and followed her brother and a mess of bickering Hufflepuffs out the door. The Hufflepuffs went the opposite way and the Slytherins headed downstairs, towards the dungeons.

Yes, it was time for another lovely Potions lesson. All she could say about it was she was glad she wasn't a Gryffindor. Snape had some sort of hidden bitterness towards them. Actually there was nothing hidden about it; he never wasted an opportunity to take house points from them, or give one a detention, or to verbally harass the ones with confidence issues, Longbottom in particular.

Snape completely ignored her, and she hoped it stayed that way. Even though Draco told her many times she could have him twisted around her finger if she wanted (after all she was a Slytherin and directly related to the Seeker of the Slytherin Quidditch team) she was perfectly happy to lay low and not invoke the wrath of the great bat fluttering around the room.

And right then she was trying to ignore the great bat as he mercilessly insulted Longbottom's current attempts at a potion. He was practically shouting now and at each sentence was putting his crooked nose closer to Longbottem's twitching red face. It was very hard to concentrate at the moment, so she gave up on her potion and turned around to watch the scene with all the other Slytherins, who thought it, was fun to watch the poor boy sputter.

Her heart went out to him, because she was the subject of much ridicule at Durmstrang, much like what Longbottom was experiencing. At each verbal lashing Snape gave him her face got redder and redder, until it was getting hard to suppress the rage rising in her. Nobody should have to go through this, even if they are a Gryffindor!!

It was important that she keep her cool, however, so she took a few cleansing breathes and pretended she was amused. Her face was still red though, and she noticed that a few faces on the Gryffindor side of the room were steadily getting redder as well.

"Is this how your Grandmother raised you!!? I thought such a well to do woman would have knocked more sense into you then this!! Are you trying to kill us all!! Are you that stupid boy!! Answer me!!"

She could see Snape was just getting warmed up, and soon enough he would switch to insults even more personal (if that was possible). She had to do something before the Gryffindors started hexing Snape, Longbottom started crying, or she blew a fuse. Her anger was getting harder to control. She decided to use her Slytherin powers over Snape for good instead of evil so she picked up her glass pitcher of armadillo bile and "accidentally" dropped it in the floor.

The resounding crash was louder then she expected, and she got bile all over her new shoes, but she didn't care. Snape was side tracked. He looked directly at her with a look of surprise (thankfully not anger) and she gathered up all the courage in her throat and tried to look as innocent as possible.

"Oh! Professor Snape sir, I am so sorry! I seemed to have dropped my pitcher of armadillo bile all over the floor! I'll clean it up I swear, it was just so heavy and I was distracted, but I am so so sorry for interrupting you're umm class and..."

'Reparo'

He repaired the broken pitcher and cleaned up the bile with a flick of his wand and, looking quite refreshed from his Longbottom bashing he drifted over.

"It's alright, just for Merlin's sake be more careful. Don't let it happen again."

Those were his only words to her before he perched in the chair behind his desk and began grading essays of some kind.

She heaved a sigh of relief and got back to work on her potion but not before seeing a certain Gryffindor give her a smile of thanks. She smiled down at her potion in return.

"Did you see the look on Longbottom's face!!?" Draco said gleefully at the end of Potions," he was about to wet his pants!!"

"Yes I saw, I was there remember." Came her bored reply.

"You had to go and ruin it!" Draco teased playfully. "Whatja do that for?!"

She laughed weakly. "Hehe, sorry, I know you were having fun and all..."

"Told you Snape wouldn't care Ender! You could've begun dancing on the desks and taking your clothes off and he wouldn't care. Snape loves Slytherins." He said poking her.

"Please don't say the whole strip dancing thing again!" She said while watching some of the denser Slytherins guffaw at Draco's comment.

She eventually got her spirits higher at lunch where she joked around and laughed as usual, but she tiptoed around the subject of Longbottom, even though that seemed to be the topic the Slytherins wanted to discuss most. Blaise simply watched her thoughtfully without touching his food.

She looked at him, and for a second she was positive he knew, but how could he?!? He smiled at her and she smiled back. She knew then that even if he did somehow know he wouldn't tell anyone, or hold it against her. He was her friend, and even though she was new to the whole friends thing, she was certain a true friend wouldn't care if she stood up for Longbottom. Which meant Blaise was an ally. She wondered about her brother though.

She sighed and observed the ceiling. It was so cloudy it was dark. Candles were lit everywhere in the Great Hall and charmed so they would float to give off extra light. The sky looked threatening. like it was going to unleash its oceans of rain at any moment. The clouds were dark and thick, and look full to burst and she kind of expected rain or even hail to pelt down on them in the Great Hall. She had to remind herself that the ceiling was bewitched to look like the sky above.

From the top of her white-blonde head to the tips of her pink painted toes, she wanted it to start raining. She never had nightmares when it was raining and what she needed was a full night's sleep.

Woot!! That was the longest I have ever typed!!! Ok so yeah I'm not sure of the pairings anymore. Rate and review people because my life is meaningless without it.