Yay! Go me! I got rid of that nasty Trojan! Rarrr! Sorry for the cliffy! Well, about screaming, yelling, punching, causing physical damage etc to her father... well, you can tell she is very scared of him, though there are times where she raises her voice to him but she doesn't dare to strongly fight back until she's won. And she's also scared because he was a (former) Death Eater and isn't the nicest of parents, so it's hard to feel as if you are really close to that person to trust him so well.

Hunni: Timetable? Hahaha, you mean you don't have timetables??? Then how do you know what lessons your having? Well, it's this chart that's organized like a table, and it shows you Monday to Friday's lessons and what time they're at. You don't have timetables in school? What do you have then? Hogwarts students need to know when and what lessons they're having, so timetables are really handy.

Rum: No I don't use the Euro. I don't even live in Europe! I use the Singaporean Dollar. Have I said I lived in Singapore? But I did go to Italy, which uses Euro and we had to pay for almost all the toilets we went to! Our tour group actually got a bargain from this guy, who was actually from Singapore, but migrated or something to Italy, so we got 50 cents for 2 people instead of one. I managed to sneak into the toilet unnoticed one time, because the woman was changing the toilet rolls inside! Mwahaha!

Oh yeah, can you believe at a fancy restaurant, you have to pay for the PLAIN WATER too?! I mean, wth! They have free refills here!

Response to Anne's post: I wish there were more guys like that ALIVE, really... I'm just describing the dream guy here... of course you can find hardly anyone like that. Maybe one in a billion?

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"Um... Sirius?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm really sorry... but I think its time we went out separate ways," I muttered not looking into his eyes.

"What?"

"There are... some ," I said. It pained me so much just to say those few words. I couldn't see where father was... but I knew he was watching, listening. "...problems... that, just n-not under my c-control." I tried to hint to him without making it obvious. But I doubt he was getting it.

"But Reine..."

"I'm sorry," I repeated sadly. "There's nothing I can do... Really, there isn't."

I closed my eyes in pained regret, and a single tear slid down my cheek. I couldn't bear to stay there a second more. Every little second was like someone plunging a dagger to my heart, again and again. I could already feel it shattering to pieces. It felt as if it would never be mended again...ever. No matter what Sirius said.

I turned and headed for the door, head hung low. I felt a tug at my right arm. I was pulled into his warm embrace, in a swift move, and before my brain could respond; his lips were upon mine. It was bliss beyond anything I've ever felt before.

I felt as if my heart could fly. Suddenly for a split second, I forgot all of my problems, they were simply lifted away.

I don't know what made me do it, but I kissed back. The feeling was almost unexplainable. I moved closer, wanting more than I ever thought I'd dare to. I didn't give a damn even if father was watching... even if he had to pry us away from each other... what's more, I dearly wanted him to see how deep was the love that we shared.

Eventually we broke apart and he looked back at me, his eyes deducing a conclusion. He stared at me for a long time, unspeaking, his gray eyes searching.

"If this is want you want," he said, his voice unusually hoarse. He gave a small bow and headed towards the door.

I stared heartbroken at his retreating back. Fleeting images of happier times flashed through my mind...

We had sneaked down to the kitchens that night...

I've never been to the kitchens before, so Sirius insisted. We went to this portrait of a bowl of fruits... I remember, Sirius tickled the pear and we went in. Elves from all directions welcomed Sirius like a celebrity. He was popular there, I can tell.

They brought us all types of food and some even chatted with us. Friendly things, the house elves.

I remember very clearly the time where Sirius got a blob of cream on his nose when he bit into the large strawberry cake. I had laughed at him. He looked so cute I couldn't help but laugh. Before I knew it, he had dipped his finger into the cake and planted a large spot of cream on the tip of my nose.

I screamed when I realized what he had done. I couldn't believe he just did that! It was his turn to laugh now. He laughed his usual bark-like laugh as I wiped the smudge off my nose.

I swiped my fingers through the cake's strawberry cream and wiped it onto his cheek, laughing evilly. He yelped in shock and lost his balance, falling off the stool.

I laughed back at him until he suddenly jumped onto me. I too slid off the tiny stool while he held a threatening pile of mint cream in his hands.

I begged him not to do it. But he had me pinned to the ground. I half screamed and half laughed as he slowly, delightfully smeared the cream across my cheek as I struggled to push him away. A house elf tripped over Sirius' foot and sent a whole tray of raining over our heads.

I picked one up and chucked it at Sirius.

Thus started our little food fight. It had been a fun night, although I did stain my shirt with chocolate, strawberry, cake and many other things.

I missed his laugh already. The sneaky glint in his eyes every time we plan another adventure, or the looks that he gives... it could make any girl's heart melt.

The powerful burning hate of my father returned. I had to get away... I had to get away from this place! I stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind so hard the whole school probably heard it.

I recalled another event when we were with the Marauders. James was dreaming of Lily Evans as usual... he never fails to make us laugh.

"With those startling emerald green eyes, pure and sincere," he crooned with a dreamy expressio. "Those tender, pink lips with a smile that could send your heart soaring through the atmosphere..."

"Or it could turn into a frown that could crush the heart of a particular 17 year old boy," added Sirius, laughing quietly.

"The creamy peach skin, soft as a rose petal..." continued James with a dreamy sigh, still staring dazedly. "When will you ever be mine...Lily Evans?"

"Keep dreaming... it might just come true," suggested Peter as he poked at a slug with his wand.

"Mmm..." replied James with a blissful smile.

Sirius and I were playing with a little fluffy rabbit he had just transfigured from an acorn. It was crouched on Sirius' lap, nibbling at blades of grass.

"I don't even want to know what you're thinking now, James," said Sirius.

"Nothing dirty!" Replied James immediately as Peter chortled with laughter.

"You better remove that bunny from your lap Padfoot..." said Peter letting his sentence trail off.

Sirius looked down and saw the innocent little rabbit poking its nose into the flap over the zippers.

"Hey!" Called Sirius as he quickly grabbed the rabbit and held it up to eye- level. "You don't wanna go there, you little devil..."

It stared back with innocent round eyes and within ten seconds, it had turned back into an acorn. Sirius sighed and threw it aside.

"Oh look, she's coming this way!" Piped James suddenly, sitting up and running a hand through his hair.

Sure enough, Lily Evans was walking in our direction, her eyebrows furrowed and looking awfully irritated.

"James Potter!"

"Just by saying my name, you make my heart tingle with anticipation..." crooned James ecstatically.

Lily rolled her eyes and propped a hand onto her hip. "Right... anyway, do you have any idea you're supposed to be at the meeting right now?"

"Meeting, what meeting?"

"Prefects meeting, Head Boy!" She snapped, her eyes flaring with anger.

James slapped a hand to his forehead and moaned. "Oh damn... It totally slipped my mind!"

"Well, get your large bottom off the ground and let's go!" Ordered Lily sharply.

I could hardly find any humour in the thought anymore. I needed to get out of there. I turned on my heel and fled. I ran out the door and into the corridors. Sirius had long left. There was no sign of him anywhere; the corridor was as lonely as how my heart felt.

I wanted to scream in frustration. Scream at the world, scream at the injustice, scream at my life and most of all scream at my father. I hated my life. Ha, I've had many people saying how lucky I am... to be rich, to have absolutely anything my heart desires. They have no idea.

What's good living if I have to follow someone's orders all the time? It was unfair. I have my own thoughts, my own feelings; I deserve to follow them and not someone else's.