Disclaimer: ok, sorry I lied. I know I said this chapter would be the ball, but some things got in the way, but next chapter is defiantly the ball! No matter what!

Real Disclaimer: ok, I own no Harry Potter characters. I made up the poet Marlon De Lorme, and I do not own Edgar Allen Poe, or any of his works! ok, now that the awful part, that makes me realize I own so little, is done, enjoy the new chapter!


Kyla got up after while and decided to stretch her legs. As she was walking down a deserted hallway, thanks to the Hogsmeade trip, she wasn't paying attention to where she was walking. Kyla was looking around at the portraits and was unaware that her legs had taken her right outside Professor Dumbledore's office. As she was looking at a picture of a little girl and boy, she almost ran into Dumbledore.

"Ah Kyla, I was just about to find you." Kyla pointed to herself in shock and Dumbledore answered, "Yes you. I have something to give to you."

Dumbledore led her up to his office, and hand her a black and white photograph. Kyla looked at it and saw a version of her grandmother, who was around Kyla's age, standing in the middle of two guys, with her arm draped over each of their shoulders. The one on the left of Kyla's grandmother looked like a young version of Dumbledore and the one on her right was a young version of Kyla's grandfather. Kyla looked at the picture sadly and then placed the picture face down on Dumbledore's desk.

Dumbledore smiled and said, "We were all good friends. Your grandfather and I both fancied Sarah. Even though we acted like idiots to get her attention, we still managed to stay friends. You look just like her. It's truly remarkable.

"Now, after your grandmother died, Danniel came by with some things he wanted me to hold for him. I think he would want you to have this."

Dumbledore pulled out a long rectangle box and placed it on his desk. Kyla eyed it carefully; Dumbledore nodded and said, "You can open it." Kyla lifted the lid and gasped. Dumbledore smiled and placed a little box next to the bigger box. Then he told her kindly, "There will be a couple of old acquaintances of yours coming to the dance. I suggest you wear a mask. Now, I'm sure you have better things to do then listen to some old man rambled about his school days." Kyla nodded and put the lid back on. She smiled her thanks picked up the boxes and left.

Kyla laid on her bed thinking about what to do with the gift. Her mind absently wandered away.

"Kyla you in here?" Trevor asked, peered into her room. He saw the bathroom door was open and the light was on. He walked over to the bathroom and knocked on the doorframe. "Kyla you in there?"

"Yes," came a weak reply.

Trevor walked in and saw Kyla in floor length dress that was a shiny silver color. She had her back turned to him revealing a pair of silvery wings. Trevor looked at Kyla in a trance. He finally broke from his gave and asked, "Kyla are you all right?"

Kyla spun around, revealing a butterfly mask. It was the same shade of silver as her wings, with sparkles and diamonds on it. She was shaking and tried to smile. "Yeah, I'm fine."

Trevor took her in his arms and stroked her hair. Kyla buried her head in his chest, still shaking. "Shhh Kyla, relax." When Kyla stilled shook, Trevor said in his soft comforting voice, "I know you're scared Kyla, this is your first big event since the incident. But it will be ok. I'm here for you." Trevor paused and then added sadly, "Jonathan is here for you too."

Kyla pulled away from him and turned her back to him. After a moment she said, "Right, Jonathan." Then she turned around again, wearing a plaster smile. "So, I'm a butterfly, how do I look?"

"Great," Trevor told her, not meeting her eye. "I just never picture you being a butterfly."

"Yeah, I don't really like it, I rather be something else," Kyla told him.

"Let me guess, a single tear drop?" Trevor asked rhetorically. "You really like that poet Marlon De Lorme."

"Please, you're obsessed with Edgar Allen Poe, if you had the chance you would come dress as a raven," Kyla defended.

"But see Poe is a great poet, De Lorme is a hack," Trevor teased her. "Anyway, I could never go as a raven, it's not appropriate."

"Neither is being a tear drop," Kyla told him sadly.

Trevor extended his hand and asked, "You ready?"

Kyla took the hand and said, "Time for me to fly."

Kyla shook herself out of her trance, when she heard people coming up the stairs. She quickly slid the box under her bed and pretended to be asleep. It was Lavender and Parvati laughing and gossiping. "Parvati, that looks great on you."

"Thanks Lavender, you dress is so pretty," Parvati told her friend.

"Has anyone asked you yet?" Lavender asked.

"Well you know Harry, he likes to wait for last minute. How about you?" Parvati asked.

"Not yet," Lavender told her with a giggle.

"Do you think she had a date?" Parvati asked in a whisper, pointing her head towards Kyla.

"I heard both Seamus and Ron asked her out at the same time, and she turned both of them down," Lavender said in an excited whisper.

"NO!"

"Yes." The girls shared an excited squeal. Kyla didn't want to listen to anymore of this, so she moaned and pretended to wake up. She smiled at them and then walked downstairs.

Ron smiled at Kyla who smiled back and then took a seat across the room. Ron looked at her worried and then got an idea. Ron leaned over to Harry and asked, "Harry, can I ask a favor of you?"

"Sure Ron," Harry said.

"Ask Kyla to the dance."

Harry started laughing and said, "Good one Ron."

"No, I'm serious," Ron said.

"Why?" Harry asked.

"Just so she doesn't have to go with anyone she doesn't want to," Ron explained.

"She can just say no," Harry said.

"Yeah, I guess. It was just a suggestion."

Harry noticed Ron's sad and defeated face and asked, "Do you want me to ask her?"

"Only if you want to," Ron said, holding back his smile.

"Fine," Harry said. He walked over to Kyla and asked in a monotonous tone, "Kyla, would you like to go to the dance with me?"

Kyla looked at him, and shook her head apologetically. Harry shrugged and said, "Ok." He walked back over to Ron and said, "She said no."

"Well, thanks for trying," Ron said. He saw Hermione about to leave and said, "I'll be right back."

Harry smiled and watched Ron walk out talking to Hermione. Then Harry turned his attention to Kyla, who was doodling on a piece of paper. She looked sadly after Ron and Hermione but didn't say anything. Then she went back to her doodle.

Having potions as the last class before vacation, meaning the last class before the dance was a complete horror. Ron wasn't paying attention, causing Kyla and Ron to have to restart their potion two times. Ron got confused and didn't know which ingredient to mix, so he grabbed a random one. Kyla went to stop him, but he dropped it in already.

Snape glided over and looked in the potion. "Well, well, this doesn't look right."

"Are you sure?" Ron asked innocently.

"Would you care to test it?" Snape asked, with a smirk.

"Is that a request or are you telling me to test it?" Ron asked.

During the conversation, Kyla was looking around the table for which ingredient Ron had added. She wasn't noticing that the potion was bubbling, and becoming more like a gel then the thin liquid it was supposed to be. Malfoy saw this, got a mischievous look and whipped out his wand. He muttered an incantation, causing the potion that Snape and Ron were arguing over to fly out of the caldron and land on an unsuspecting Kyla.

The goo went all over Kyla, and the worse part was some of it was still liquid; seeping into Kyla's robs and got in her mouth. Everyone stopped and stared at Kyla. Kyla started gagging, and then started coughing, which led her to start laughing. Everyone also started laughing, but stopped when Snape said, "Quiet." He turned to Kyla and said, "O'Connor go clean up. Weasley, get out of my classroom and minus twenty points for your inability to make a simple potion, and make sure O'Connor gets all the goo off."

Ron reddened and walked out of the classroom with Kyla. As soon as they were out of earshot, Kyla started laughing again. Ron started laughing also, and asked, "What are you laughing at? You're covered in goo."

Kyla kept laughing and they walked up to the common room. Ron pulled out a glob of goo in her hair and said, "Maybe you should go shower."

Kyla nodded and head upstairs. Ron hung around the common room, and stared out the window. He didn't even notice Ginny walking in the common room.

"Hey Ron."

"Huh?" Ron asked, jumping up and looking around. "Oh, hi Gin."

"What are you doing here?" Ginny asked.

"I got kicked out of," Ron stopped abruptly and then finished, "I got kicked out of my chair and hurt myself."

"Ok," Ginny said, eyeing Ron.

"Are you going to the dance with Dean?" Ron asked to change the subject.

"Yeah, are you going with Kyla?" Ginny asked.

"No Hermione," Ron answered her.

"What!" Ginny exclaimed. "Does Kyla know?"

"Does it really matter if Kyla knows?" Ron asked.

Ginny shook her head and muttered, "Idiot." Then she said louder, "Of course it matters."

"Well, Kyla suggested it," Ron defended.

Ginny stopped, looked at Ron long and hard, then asked, "What were her exact words?"

"I can't remember," Ron told her, shadily. Then he looked at his sister and said, "Ginny, you're a girl."

"I knew the skirt would give it away," Ginny said playfully.

"No seriously, I'm worried," Ron told her.

"About what?" Ginny asked, get slightly more serious.

"Well, Hermione and Kyla. Something seems off when ever they are around each other," Ron explained.

"Like they both are wearing fake, plastered smiles?" Ginny suggested.

"Huh?" Ron thought about this statement. He didn't really know, but said, "They just don't seem to get along. You think they would, they both have so much in common. They're from the same house; they get the highest grades in classes, constantly coming in second and first. Why can't they get along?"

"Cuz, they both have one very similar interest, which means they can't be friends," Ginny explained.

"What's that?" Ron asked.

"Are you serious, please tell me you are joking!" Ginny exclaimed. "Ron, the Weasley Clan had given Hogwarts, in the last two decades, two Head Boys, a brilliant Quidditch Captain and Strategist, the two greatest troublemakers in the last fifty years, and my very own brilliances. And you can't figure out what everyone else has?"

"Gin, you know I'm daft when it comes to girls," Ron protested. "Please tell me."

"You really are quite daft!" Ginny exclaimed with a laugh.

"Ginny," Ron whined.

"Ron, look at it this way." Ginny went on to explain. "One day you and Harry both notice and fancy a girl."

"Which girl?"

"It doesn't matter." However, when Ginny saw that desperate look in Ron's eye, she said, "Let's use Parvati. So, now both of you and Harry are competing for Parvati's attention. What do you do?"

"Umm," Ron paused, thinking. Then the answer came to him. "Complement her hair."

"No, you try and distract Harry, so you have a better chance," Ginny told him.

"And how does this relate to Kyla and Hermione?" Ron asked, truly confused.

"You're adopted, I know it. However, it's kinda funny you can't figure it out."

"Ginny!"

"Ron, maybe this analogy will help. In Wizard's Chess the king is the objective, and ever move is made in hope to capture the king. Got it BONE-HEAD?" Ginny asked, and then walked up to her dormitory, not waiting for an answer.

Kyla stared in the mirror, after her shower. Her four-leave shamrock was visible, which she was now fiddling with. It was odd that it appeared she wasn't singing the lullaby. Of course she constantly was humming, but never singing it. Maybe the occasional "Too-ra-loo" escaped, but usually never more. She sighed, and started to sing to her self, "Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, Too-ra-loo-ra-li, Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, That's an Irish lullaby."

Kyla paused and looked at herself in the mirror. Did she just say, "That's an Irish lullaby"? She opened her mouth to say it again, but only Spanish came. She sighed, and then started coughing hysterically. She turned on the water faucet and placed her hands under it. She brought up a scoop full of water and let it trickle down her throat, only easing the tickle in the back of her throat a little. She sighed again and muttered, "I can't believe the caldron blew up."

She picked up her head at the sound of English escaping her lips. She tried to speak again, but only Spanish came out. She tried say something different, but still only Spanish. She took some deep breaths and focused on what she wanted to say. She looked at her reflection in the eye and said, "I will never marry Jonathan."

Kyla smiled. If she focus and really thought about what she wanted to say, she could say it in English. She thought about how this happened. Then it clicked. The potion. It was supposed to change how your voice sounded and, if done right, give you a strange accent. The wrong ingredient that Ron added must have done this to her instead.

Kyla smiled ecstatically and quickly got changed. She ran down to the common room to find Ron laughing with Hermione. She frowned and decided she would tell Ron another time, with less people around. She went back upstairs and collapsed on her bed.

"Kyla, I was thinking," Trevor told Kyla as she sat in, what seemed to Kyla was a dark cave. He removed the gag and said, "You don't really want to live like this. Bound, gagged and dirty, so just give me the charm."

Kyla spat at his feet and said, "Backstabber."

"You played with my emotions," Trevor defended.

"I don't have a charm, and even if I did, I would never give it to. I'd give you anything else, but not the charm," Kyla told him. "And I didn't play with your emotions!"

"I always wondered what it was like to dance with you, but now I'm beginning to wonder what it's like to kill you." He out the gag back in place and stormed away.


A/N: yo, eckles where you at man? got to give you props for the Ron Ginny conversation! thanks man! you rock my pants and socks! so everyone, thank eckles for the lovely idea! everyone who is reading this says together, "Thank you eckles!" and I love the reviews anyone gives me! they make me feel special!
A/N2: ok, I swear, next chapter will be the dance!