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AN:This chapter's a little shorter than most. By like one page! No, but tomorrows my birthday, so I thought I'd update before than (hehe last chapter I was talking about my birthday too…just so you'd REVIEW!) But yes. This is MAJOR FLUFF for a bit of the chapter. if you don't like fluff avert your eyes! hehe, no it really isn't too bad. Read it anyway. To my lovely reviewers!

Soccergirl2044: Thanks! I'm glad you like Ted, and it does suck Andie and Bella are fighting. I'm going to tell you this story is going to be pretty freakin long, at least how I'm planning it out in my head. And I'm also happy you like Narcissa. I always thought she was a mysterious character and wanted to expand her as more than "Malfoys Mum" She's my favorite to write. J Yay.

Griffin95:Thank you!  I'm glad you like. I'm glad someone thought the costume thing was cool. Because I did. hehe.

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Here it is!

Chapter Seven

Andromeda smiled and cheered with Sirius as Narcissa walked up to the proffesors.

"Now, for funniest! Ah, The Centaur in reverse?"

Andie cheered and ran up to Dumbledore.

"Lo Sir!"

"Now, who are you really?"

"Andie Black!."

"Seems you Blacks have a knack for this, eh?" He chuckled and handed her the candy, "Here you are then."

Andie wasn't really paying attention. The only thing she really noticed was James Potter whining how he should have been voted ugliest, dressed as Severus Snape.

Candice and her followers talked to her quickly, and Andie didn't really respond, and if she did it was sluggish.

"Oh, Andie." Candice cooed, and Andie looked at her strangely, "Should I go tell Ted to apologize?"

"Bugger off!" Andie snapped, talking a bite of her cauldron cake.

"Jeez. She must have been head over heels." Candice giggled, and Andie was ready to punch her.

"Enough of that, all right?"


"I'm so sorry Andie. I should of known not to bring it up!" Candice laughed and stopped and Andies death glare.

No one wanted to get on Andie's bad side. Because if you got her pissed, you got the entire school pissed off with her.

Andie had some kind of influence that was indescribable. People were drawn to her like a magnet, and she was easily the most popular girl in their year.

And it wasn't because she was dashing gorgeous or anything. She was rather plain. And she said herself, she was sort of a spaz on the quittich field. It was something no one could understand.

Andie sighed, and saw a wampire approach her.

"Hi, Ted."

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Bellatrix stood against the wall, seeing another Salazar Slytherin coming up to her.

"Well, which one are you?"

"Lestrange, Black. Can't even recognize your house mates? What a pity." He smirked condescendingly, and Bellatrix felt a chill go up her back.

"So. Heard about that um, village attack the other day? Somewhere in France?"

"Of course." She smiled, "My father was one of the culprits. Nearly 40 something muggles killed."

"Mine was two." He said, and leaned against the wall like her, "You joining this summer then?"

"Yes. I'm pretty psyched."

He looked around before he spoke again, and when he did, it was in a small low voice, "The Dark Lord has sent me ecspecially to find him recruits to start training. Meet the rest of us tonight, in the common room, at 3:15."

She nodded, and excitement rose in her.

"And make sure your costume is off by then. Want to see that face of yours, you know?" He smirked at her in the most flirtatous way he could, and strode off into the crowd of student again.

Bellatrix watched him, something inside her saying, finalley.

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"Thank god we finalley have those masks off. My face was beginning to itch." Narcissa said absently as they followed the prefects up to the Ravenclaw tower.

"Mine too." Replied Petra, "Though it was nice to be pretty for a night."

"For a night? Petra you're pretty all the time." Charlotte said softly.

She sighed, "No I'm not." (if you are a girl, you can recall all the countless times you've had this conversation with you're friends. It's like some kind of estrangine ritual J)

"Yes you are!" Narcissa reassured, but Petra looked at her angry.

"Oh, Narcissa you can't talk. You're so pretty anyway." She paused as Narcissa looked away, a bit ashamed, "You know, for the first month here, everyone thought you were a freakin veela? And half male population was hopelessly in love with you? You don't know what it's like." She laughed bitterly, and Narcissa was angry and shocked.

"Petra you're fine just the way you are. I know I'm not ugly, and so do you. But I don't go around asking for people to tell me so!"

"Yeah, you were a bit fishing there, weren't you Petra?"

Petra paused, then smiled, "Suppose I was."

There was a silence as they entered the common room. And when they got into their dorms, Narcissa couldn't help but ask…

"Wait a second, who of half the male population is hopelessly in love with me?"

Petra and Charlotte looked at eachother and burst out laughing.

"Well, do you remember when you were sick, back in the beginning of the month?"

"Ugh, how could I forget? Barfing for hours at a time wasn't pleasant."

"Well, me and Charlotte were walking behind Jerimiah Brown and his buddies. And Brown was…"

"Practically declaring his undying love for you!" Charlotte laughed, " He was like, 'Oh Narcissa is so beautiful I can barely BREATH around her! Oh her eyes are so blue I'm drowning in them!' He was like reciting a sonate or something. And then all his friends were like, 'yeah she's pretty hot.'"

"It was sooo funny." Petra gasped, in between laughter.

Narcissa blushed without saying anything, and crawled into her bed.

Now potions class was going to be very fun.            She thought and groaned inwardly.

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"Yeah…Andie? Can…can I talk to you?" He asked, and Andie nodded reluctantly.

"Let's go outside. The headmaster won't notice." She jerked her head to Proffesor Dumbledore, who was swing dancing with a Proffesor McGonnagal.

"I think he had a bit much to drink again." Ted commented as they headed into the crisp October, and Andie chuckled a bit. "Anyway…I just wanted to say, I'm really sorry. For kissing you and stuff."

"Why?"

"What?"

"Why are you sorry? Because you didn't mean it? Because it upset me? Why?" She stopped walking and looked at him.

"Because I want you to talk to me again?" Ted paused, looking down at the dew dripped grass, "Candice said you'd talk to me if I said sorry. So I'm saying it."

Andie rolled her eyes, "Listening to Candice…I thought you were smarter than that."

He smiled, "Not really."

"So you're not really sorry?"

He shrugged, "Not really."

"Than this was a waste of time." Andie began to walk away, but felt the back of her robe being tugged.

"Oh come on, Andie. I think the better question is why are you mad at me?" He said, "I mean. I know I kissed you. And I know at the moment I didn't really know why I kissed you. But…then I realized I really really like you Andie."

"Oh." Andie said. "So you…didn't do it just to scare the crap out of me?"

Ted looked at her strangely, "Is that what you thought?"

"Sorta yeah." Andie felt embaressed and a bit dumb, "So are we friends again?"

"You're descision. Whether you want to be enemies, friends….more than friends…"

Andie stood numbly looking up at the black sky, pulling her cloak around her tighter.

She thought of how it had felt when he had kissed her, how happy she was whenever he was in the room….

Well, she supposed she liked him too.

Andie toke the Gryffindor courage she had, and kissed him square on the mouth.

"That answer your question?" She asked slyly, and headed back into the castle, leaving Ted watching after her, dumbfounded.

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Bellatrix looked at the clock beyond her dropping eyes.

3:00. Almost time. The question was whether she could get herself downstairs without passing out.

She thought of writing her father and telling him all about this.

But she thought it would be better for him to find out on his own and be proud of her, instead of her bragging to him.

3:05. She got off her back, and threw on a nice pair of dark emerald robes, velvet and soft at the touch. She toke a brush, and untied her hair from the bun it was in, and it had curled a bit at the ends when becoming accustomed to the shape of the bun. She brushed it into soft wavy ends, and turned to the clock.

3:13 Well, she should head down now. She saw her friends Jennifer Not and Ardwina Goyle were ready too. She nodded to them, and they left quietly, in order not to wake the other girl left in the dorm.

Down the stairs they headed, to find a small amount of boys. Lestrange, called only by his last name by everyone. Then there was George Avery, Marshell Macnair, Caleb Crabbe, and Ardwinas brother, Kevnar Goyle.

"Hello, everyone. You are the last of the people I want to see. First Year through Third years came at midnight, I told them what they could do to help us. Fourth and Fifth years came, and I told them what they could do to help the Dark Lord. Now you are here, and I will tell you how you are going to become death eaters." He said, and haughtly sat down in the largest green chair, "To be a death eater is the biggest honor in the wizarding world. We do just as he says…we eat death. Like food, we eat it, eat the death of those disgusting, those beneath us. Like mudbloods, muggleborns and non beleivers, non supporters. We eat it, and it gives us strength, and it gives us power. To work under the wing of the Dark Lord is to take the world by storm, to take the power, to take this honor, to be respected. To be a part of the most brilliant organization to ever be created!" He said this with the enthusiasm of a mad man, grinning as though he'd one the lottery. "Some of you I know will be little use to the Dark Lord. Some of you," he looked straight at Bellatrix, "Show great potential. Now. I'm very tired. This is just to tell you what we will achieve. There will be sacrifices…a great many. But all for the Greater Good! So the Dark Lord can rule the world with us at his sides!" Everyone was laughing or smiling, intaking the thought.

"Anyway. If you want to join us, meet me, in the dungeons of Salazar Slytherin. I hope you all know where this is. If you don't, find someone who does." Bellatrix smiled, she definitely knew where it was, "During Dinner. I will have the house elves send us food. If you decided not to join us, come anyway, and enjoy a feast! I will of course have to obliviate your memory. But you must still come. If you don't come, well, let's just say it won't be pretty." He pulled out his wand and began to stroke it, "Because I know everyone unforgivable curse. I know all the curses they use in toture chambers. Just think about that. Anyway." He put his wand back, and stood, "I'll see you then, and we'll get down to bussiness. Goodnight, you all! Except, Black, can I speak with you for a moment?"

She nodded, and the rest went upstairs quickly, not to miss a wink of sleep.

"The Dark Lord has asked me to find myself a partner to organize this recruiting bussiness. It's very difficult and overbearing, you see. Now, this isn't official, since I haven't seen your dark arts, but you are nearly the head of class. Would you be interested?"

"Of course. Anything." She said strongly, and he gave her a different smile than he'd been fashioning all night, and she had to smile back.

"Great. See you tomorrow, then."

"Goodnight, Lestrange."

"Night, Black."

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