Haha, Rum, I know where you stay! You stay in the UK! Right? Anyway, I wished I lived there! I love the rain! Does it really rain that much there? Maybe I should put more rain in my fic. Everyone keeps saying it's a grey place. How often can it rain?

Anyway, you don't realise how lucky it is to use the Pound?! Come on, it's like 3 times my currency, so if it costs a pound to use the bathroom, I'd be paying $3! That's one of the reasons visiting there is almost impossible for me. But it is my dream. =D Oh yeah, not to mention you have ten thousand times more chance than me in spotting Daniel Radcliffe somewhere!

Hunni, I'm not saying I want to be pale! Pale isn't really the word. That's how you describe someone who looks sick. I said fair! Fair! I was born fair, but the sun made my skin dark. It's brown now! Just the qualities of our race. Yes, I don't like the sun much. Unless I'm going out. =P It rained in school just now. Whee! What a conducive studying environment! Not that I was paying attention... I was doodling around my timetable. So far, I've got a thestral, a phoenix, Dumbledore, Buckbeak flying over Virginia Waters (well, Hogwarts lake), the Whomping Willow and my own creation... the "Chubby Math Dementor". coughmathteachercough

Post 36

"REINE!" I could still hear his voice echoing from the dungeons. I ran blindly across the next corridor, and sprinted past many statues of famous witches and wizards and up the closest set of staircases.

"Reine? Hey Reine? Is that you?" Called a girl from the staircases.

I didn't bother to turn to see who it was, but I recognized her voice and the outrageously coloured hair. I continued running. I had just turned towards the Guthilda Goosemoore corridor when I spotted Sirius walking at the other end. I didn't know what made me do it, but I turned on my heel and headed back down the corridor. I didn't want him to ask me about it now...

But I knew he had seen me, and I knew he would've come running after. Sure enough, I could hear him calling after me. I knew he would've caught up to me... my legs were burning from fatigue. His hands clasped around my arm, pulling me around.

His eyebrows were furrowed, his expression one of concern. "What happened?" he asked, bringing me to a corner.

I shook my head. He can't know. What can he do anyway... I didn't want my problems to be his.

"Reine, what's wrong?"

It was then I broke down completely. I leaned against him and cried onto his shoulder. He didn't ask any more questions, he just tapped my head comfortingly with the other hand wrapped tight around my body, making me feel safe and loved. I sobbed onto his shoulder for how long, I didn't know.

I wiped my eyes with my hands and sobbed back the tears. As I raised my head from his shoulder, I saw my father standing just at the top of the staircase, his eyes cold and narrowed. He turned solemnly and descended the stairs, disappearing from view.

"Thanks..."

"No problem... always here to lend a shoulder to cry on," said Sirius kindly. "What's wrong?"

I told him everything. Everything that happened just a while ago. He listened patiently as I spilled my heart out about everything.

"He's so unreasonable..." I moaned.

Sirius put one comforting arm around my shoulder as we continued our walk along the corridor.

"He'll understand," he said surely.

"You don't know him," I said.

"You want me to do WHAT?!" I shouted at the top of my lungs as I stared at my father with horrific shock.

We were in my father's room, a large spacious room with fancy drapery and furniture fit for a royal. I had been gazing out at the sinking sun behind the grayish blue mountains, admiring the red and orange hues that spread gradually into the darkening periwinkle blue skies. Father had called me to meet him in his room that night, probably to discuss my behaviour just now, but he didn't say a word about it.

I had suddenly burst in shock when he said those words. Break up with him. Surprising how such simple four words could mean so much.

"I can't do that," I said defiantly. "I won't! You can't make me."

"I'm your father!" He roared back. I flinched and took a step back.

"This is my LIFE!"

"You do what I say!"

"Father!" I screamed pleadingly. "I can't! I love him!"

"I am your father and you say what I tell you to!"

"I don't care what you say, I won't do it!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.

And what came next was what I had never expected. One swift move of his arm and a stinging pain in my cheek. I gripped it in shock and stared at my father. There wasn't a trace of mercy on his face and the figure in front of me showed me the death eater in him.

Hot, angry tears clouded my vision as burning hate flowed through my veins.

"Do it, or I'll take care of it," he threatened quietly.

I nodded quickly in fright and cowered onto the floor. I sat down sobbing, just staring at the floor, hoping for some miracle. How could I do it? How could I let go of something that made me feel so good inside? Why didn't he understand... It wasn't fair!

"I want you to bring him here," he continued in a soft, dangerous voice. "And you tell him, you no longer want to be with him. I'll be watching."

I hated him so much then. But I was too weak to do anything.

I ran out of the room with tears streaming freely from my eyes. I wanted to scream. Scream out all my troubles, all my feelings and all my hate. I felt... I wanted to die.

Still, I ran along the corridor, angry thoughts running through my head. I never had my own say in my life... never. My father didn't love me, he never did. The only reason he was happy when I returned safe during the summer was so that he didn't lose his heir. That was it. That was what I was to him... his heir. He has become so obsessed with his job... that I didn't matter anymore. I hated him so much! I wished my mother was here... She'd understand...

"Reine?" Called a voice behind me. I stumbled to a halt and whipped around, my eyes darting around quickly to see who had called.

A short while later, a jet of red emerged from behind a bend. Lily Evans rushed towards me, her face full of concern as she struggled to carry everything that was in her arms.

"Reine? You look terrible, are you okay?" She asked.

Then it occurred to me, I didn't know where the Gryffindor common room was.

"Tell me the way to the Gryffindor common room, Lily," I choked, my voice was hoarse. "I need to talk to Sirius."

Lily's face scrunched in a flabbergasted sort of way. "What did he do to you?"

"Lily, please..." I begged.

She looked highly hesitant but agreed. "Come on."

We flew along the corridors at top speed and I quickly dried away my tears. I didn't want to show Sirius that I've been crying. We stopped outside a portrait of a fat lady wearing a pink dress. Lily whispered the password.

"I'll call him out," she said before crawling into the hole.

I neatened up my hair and wiped my face with my hands. I took a deep breath and tried hard not to let the tears flow. My hands fidgeted unnecessarily with the tips of my blackish brown locks as I waited for Sirius to emerge.

A small swinging sound of hinges and Sirius crawled out of the portrait hole.

"Hi," I greeted managing a smile, knowing how strained it might have looked.

"Hi," replied Sirius warmly, plunging his hands in his pockets.

I always loved how he did that. How he would rock back and fro on the balls of his feet with his hands in his pocket... With his hair that fell casually over his eyes... And he would smile a heart-melting smile that could make your troubles go away. But not this time.

"Could you follow me Sirius?" I asked.

"Where?"

"You'll see..." I said. I turned and retraced my steps back to my father's room.

The whole journey passed by in silence. I wasn't in the mood to talk. I stopped at the highly polished oak door and turned its knob. The room was empty but I knew father was watching somewhere. My hands were trembling and I wrapped them around my waist.

We walked to the middle of the room, my heart beating faster than ever in my life. My hands were sweating and I felt extremely uncomfortable... I gulped and turned around to face him. I've never experienced such a time where I found it so hard to speak.