When It Rains

Disclaimer: I don't anything related Harry Potter.

Author's Notes: Hello again, my lovelies. I hope you enjoy this chapter!

'I played my drum for Him, ba rum bum bum bum
I played my best for Him, ba rum bum bum bum
Rum bum bum bum, rum bum bum bum
Then he smiled at me, ba rum bum bum bum
Me and my drum.' --The Little Drummer Boy (A/N: In the spirit of Christmas time!

'And while we are playing
The candles are burning low
One for each night
They shed such sweet light
To remind us of days long ago.' --Chanukah, O Chanukah (A/N:
In the spirit of Hanukkah Or Chanukah…O.o time!

Sorry if you celebrate any other holiday, I couldn't find anymore songs.

Sickly Relatives and a Deadly Secret

The year went on as last had, Kiora hanging out with the four Marauders mostly and talking to Molly about girl things while trying to ignore the annoyingly high voices of Sadie and Gretchen. Whenever possible, she would catch a conversation with Snape. He wasn't so bad, she figured. He was actually kind of interesting once you got past the snide remarks, undying sarcasm, and pessimistic attitude.

"You're such a silly goose," Kiora joked, pinching Snape's cheek playfully. She put her hand down when he swatted her away. "You've got all weekend, of course you're going to get that essay done. You're great at Potions."

"So are you," he said. "But that doesn't mean you don't need to practice." Kiora gave him a mock look of sadness.

"You mean, you don't think I'm good enough?" she sniffled and grabbed tightly onto her arm to make her eyes water. Snape looked up at her.

"Hardly," he said. "And stop hurting yourself, you'll start to bleed." She laughed and let go of her arms, brushing her eyes dry.

"Professor Madrid is just a wacky pompous prat of a professor," she said, folding her arms indignantly.

"Says you," Snape argued. "I think he's brilliant."

"Brilliant, yes. But just because someone is of high intelligence does not mean they aren't wacky. Take Dumbledore for example," she raised her eyebrow. Snape's quill hesitated and then kept on writing.

"I see what you mean," he said. She laughed and shook her head, ruffling his hair.

"I should go," she said. "Madam Pince is glaring daggers at us for talking. I'll see you later, Snapie Poo." Snape cringed at the nickname.

"Goodbye," he groaned. She giggled and walked out of the library. She rounded the corner of the hallway, headed outside, and she bumped into Remus.

"Oh, I'm sorry," she said, smiling. She gave him a good look over. He was in bad shape. He looked so tired and weak. 'What's wrong with him?' she wondered. He had bags under his eyes and he was slouched over and pale. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine," he said, blushing lightly. "Just tired is all. Too much work, I suppose. By the way, I won't be here tomorrow. I have to go…visit someone."

"Who?" she asked, tilting her head.

"My aunt. She's sick," he said, his hands fiddling with anything they came into reach with.

"Sorry to hear that," she said, frowning. She gave him a hug. "I hope she gets better. I really do."

"I'm not sure she ever will," he said, returning her hug.

"Don't talk like that," she said, pulling away a couple inches.

"No, really," he said, sighing sadly. "It's incurable for…her." Kiora frowned deeply and rested her head on his shoulder, hugging him tighter.

"I'm so sorry," she whispered. He looked down at her and pulled away fully.

"There's something I want to tell you," he said, his hands shaking. He looked extremely nervous, though Kiora didn't know why.

"What is it?" she asked, biting her lip. What was wrong with him? He seemed like he was just going to explode in any minute.

"Not here. Come with me," he said. He took her hand and she hesitated, her face getting hot before following him. They arrived at where the blank spot was on the wall and he walked past three times, quickly, before leading her into the door. Inside was the same room with the overlarge pillows, poufs, and scattered books. "Sit down," he said, almost choking over his words.

Kiora slumped onto a maroon colored pillow nervously. She didn't know what this was all about and it was scaring her.

"You have to promise you won't tell anyone," he said, sitting across from her. She looked at him warily.

"I promise," she said.

"I…well…it started a long time ago…" he said. He then went on to tell her the story…

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Kayhera: It's like potatoes! Potatoes are addicting too! I don't know why though. They just are. I suppose I added that song to show how weird James and Sirius are. I don't know, hehe. I just thought it was a cool song.

phox455: Hmm, in time we will see. --rubs hands together as lightening strikes background--

LiLyMaLfOy13: Thank you!

Schnebz: I'm going to write and write until my brain runs away and hides behind the cough!....again.

Black Vampire Mistress: Ah, someone who agrees. It's nice to have people like that.