Disclaimer: I don't own the character, they belong to J.K. Rowling. Spica is not a Mary Sue no matter what you think.

A.N.: I've changed the point of view. And the action currently told takes place a couple of hours before the events of the last chapter.

CHAPTER 11

Party hooray

Lately I've been walking, walking in circles Watching waiting for something Feel me, touch me, feel me Come take me higher

'Spica, shut up and come down.' A hurried Charon called while going down the stairs. 'We don't want to be late, now do we?'

Spica came down the stairs, jumping the last four or five steps. 'Actually, you know, I don't care.' She had changed from her loose clothes into tighter garb, overly tight for some people. It was composed of a black top without straps. Over it she wore a black mesh blouse. She was also wearing a skirt, very short white one, which contrasting strongly with her black top and equally black socks, going up to her knees. She wore a pair of boots that seemed a little strange for a muggle. (No wonder, as they were dragon hide).

'Yea, but I do. We're going to live here for a while, so I want to know who else lives here.' Charon tried to get her own hair to stay right, but it was useless, her hair had ideas of its own, and wouldn't let her do anything to it. Unlike her sister, Charon was dressed in a lavender blouse, and was wearing a lovely pink skirt.

'Yeah, who lives in who-ville? The only reason I'm going is because otherwise mum and dad wouldn't have let you go.' Spica was making faces while her sister was putting on her high heeled shoes. Spica hated them more than anything in the world; she just could not believe somebody would willingly wear such a device of torture. Didn't they know it was bad for the backbone?

'I know. Just move.' Picking up a scarf Charon pushed her sister out the door.

'Bye mum, bye dad.' They chorused as passing through the doorframe. There was a quiver in Charon's voice. But when her sister asked her why she just answered it was because of the breeze that hit her when stepping out the threshold.

There was no breeze whatsoever. Not even the slightest gust of wind. The hitch in her voice had been because of the hurricane of emotions whirling inside her. She knew it was the last time she would see her parents. Well, she amended, see them alive, standing next to her. It wasn't long before they would be gone. But she could not do anything about it. She knew it, and could not do a thing about it.

This was the worst part about being a seer, she thought miserably. It was cool when she could cheat on tests, but it was nasty when she knew something bad would happen and she weren't supposed to do anything about it. Even to know her parents were going to die and not be allowed to warn them was plain cruel. She was standing still as a statue almost crying there on the front porch.

'Hey sis' weren't you in a hurry? Why suddenly stop and moan.' Spica complained.

'What?' said Charon, shaking her head, 'Nothing' she answered. She had to be strong. Power did not come to the weak. The weak could not use power. She had to be stronger than this. It was all just another step towards the completion of a greater purpose. She released a breath she did not realize she was holding. With a force coming from deep inside she managed to make her eyes twinkle with mirth instead of that gloomy glow that they had assumed.

'Right. Let's go. Maybe we'll find lover-boy there.' since Spica had invited Harry to the house for breakfast Charon couldn't stop herself from exasperating her sister.

'Will you cut it out? You know better then I that there is nothing, and that nothing may be.' Spica bit back.

Both of them remained silent for a moment.

'So tell me again were are we going.' Spica had never liked to socialize much. She had a steady group of friends with which she was more than close. She had no real desire for new friends.

'Polkisses' Charon had gotten the invitation from the Polkisses' bratty girl. Charon had despised from the first moment their eyes met, but she had to be out of the house one way or another, and this was a perfect excuse.

'Right. And who they are, would be my next question.' Spica was in the mood for long detailed interrogatories and Charon had to stand all her irritating questions. Why did she have a sister? She mused. Wouldn't it have been easier if she had a dog?

'Our neighbours.' She was getting a bit exasperated and her tone was starting to show it.

'Really, I would have never guessed. You know you're starting to annoy me. And I have a strange feeling that all those idiots at the party will accomplish the same thing. Maybe I shouldn't even go.' Spica made a move to turn around, but her sister caught her by the arm.

'NO... I mean no I won't. Look, I'll stop. Just relax. You'll see. We'll have fun.'

'Yeah. I have a strange felling the only things we'll hear there will be Gareth Gates and Blue.'

'Oh come on stop complaining.' Charon scolded. Would you rather die by the hands of that voldye-thingie? She thought desperately.

Some other A.N.: thank you all for your wonderful reviews. Don't worry I can take a bit of criticism, and I know my grammar and spelling aren't the best. Sorry.

Thank you for the reviews. It was nice. And trust me about the part with the long chapters. All 10 chapters that you have read formed chapter 1. So that by any standards was long chapters. And I would have left them that way if I had received any reviews.

Now of course I have exaggerated a bit when I shortened them up but this is me I always take things to extremes.