Author's note: hey! It's the second chapter!!!! Yahoo!!! Ok....stop it with the confetti's...thank you for the bouquet! I really appreciate it! and Daniel radcliffe comes and hugs me then I blush furiously and he tells me he's going to make it a movie, I cry...thank you! Kyler's going to be the directress...I'm going to be the main character...Daniel's going to be my leading man and we're all happy...

End of dream

Start of chapter
Chapter 2 (confetti's splash around---"stop it with the confetti's guys")

Fate.

Why is fate against me? Why am I the one who always ends up being laughed at? Why is carma following me? ...It's Ron, I knew it... he's my carma...

I am soo destined to be an old maid...an old FAT maid.... I could see my future wearing these big glasses, selling cigarettes in diagon alley.... Selling cauldrons... If not an old maid... I am destined to be with Neville...and I'm starting to cry, just thinking of marrying someone like him... I mean, he's nice and all, but...I think we don't "click"...i am soo weird...well, that's what you get for being a pessimist.

And I can imagine my wedding, Neville tripping over my wedding gown, which just makes me cry again. Why am I so a pessimist?

...oh...expecting things is bad...so I expect the worst scenarios. Fate hates me. I hate expecting.

Why is life soo unfair? I can feel the tears in my eyes. Who needs fate anyways? You can't eat it, you can't drink it, you can't breathe it, so, what is it? stupid fate. Who needs it?

Who needs it?

Who the hell needs fate?

And then I said faintly, "I do" and then I cried another set of new tears...

Before I finally drifted off to sleep...

"Gin! Get up!"

I could hear someone going over me, but I'm still going to sleep. Who the hell does she thinks she is? My bloody mother?

And I drift off to slee------

"Virginia Weasley! Wake up! Do you want some cold water to wake you up or not?!"

Cold water my tush.

Splash.

I bolted up from my bed, screaming curses the world never knew of, "WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO THAT FOR?!!"

"Cold water my tush, huh?"

I sighed. I am not in a good mood.

i.

hate.

Mornings.

Why does she have to read my mind? Stupid mornings.

"rise and shine!" she said. Note: perkiness.

Perkiness AND mornings, not a good combination.

If she wasn't MY best friend. I'd hex her to oblivion right now. Stupid mornings. Stupid sunshine. Stupid sun rays.

We were alone in the room. Good. My roommates all knew about this mood every morning. They tend to wake early, so they don't get hexed. Well, good for them.

Once, I hexed one of our roommates, Sally Green, for being so perky one morning. She was asking us what color of pony tail to wear. Pony tail? Does ANYBODY even recognize you wear them?! Well, ok, some do...ok, I care about pony tails... but at that time, I really didn't care. And besides, did you even know what the colors were?

I was sitting on my bed, cursing sunshine in my breath, when she asked me. Apparently, from what I heard, she asked everybody, but since there were four of us, and the other 2 chose something different, it was up to me for the last decision.

She came up to me and asked, "so, Ginny, what color is best, um, dark, dark blue or black?" take note: EXTREME perkiness.

Is there even a difference? Its DARK blue! DARK BLUE! IT'S ALMOST BLACK! Is she blind?

"get away, Sally" I warned her. I was at my boiling point. That was the last patience I got.

"awww, come on Ginny, just choose one?", she asked me as she plopped down beside me, "I know you don't have fashion sense, but, you can choose something as easy as this, right?"

WHAT THE HELL IS SHE TALKING ABOUT? NO FASHION SENSE? No fashion sense? IS SHE BLIND OR SOMETHING? I was steaming that time, I mean, it WAS morning and somebody told me I had NO fashion sense? I screamed curses out of nowhere and well, you guessed it.

To hell with Sally.

I warned her right?

Well, that's how it all went. I hexed her but, well, Jade rescued me from being expelled. Jade rescued her. Yeah, probably saw it coming. She pulled Sally away from the hex before it hit her.

I am now currently washing my hair. Stupid mornings. Stupid baths.

Well, that day, after lunch, I said sorry to Sally, I said mornings isn't my 'thing'. She smiled and said ok, but really, there was these hatred and terror in her eyes. I don't care anyways.

"here Gin," Jade handed me my robes and I wore them. She's the only one who can stand me. Well, I pity her, but well, that's why we're best friends right?

I wore my robes, but I was still scowling at how utterly shinny this morning is going to be.

And do you know how I'll be my normal self again?

No, Jade can't do anything to make me turn back to normal.

No, a bath 'adds' to my hate in mornings.

No, chirping birds and dancing flowers will never turn me back to normal, actually, If I see anything like that in the morning, I might end up killing them.

No, even a dancing and rapping, half-naked Draco(with bling-blings) can't turn me back to normal...

...though it wouldn't hurt to see it, right?

And no, even Voldemort can't take me back to normal.

"i. Need. Coffee."

Jade smiled at me as we descended down the stairs, towards the common room, and go out the portrait, and go to the great hall for breakfast. I glared at anyone who wanted to talk to me or bump into me on our way. They knew about Sally. And they avoided me every morning, just for that. Isn't that sweet? Right...

Today was is grumpy, shinny, perky morning... we were almost going inside the great hall for breakfast. I was almost going to get some coffee. Coffee. I was almost going to be back to normal. I was almost going to drink my coffee. I was almost going to be nice and lovely and perky again. But before I could smell the aroma of coffee, Someone blocked me from going inside the great hall.

"aaww...wittle baby weasel, isn't in a good mood?" Pansy Parkinson asked me in that sweetest voice of hers...which made my morning worse.

I. need. Coffee.

"what? Cat got you tongue, wittle weasel? Awww...." that was NOT good. I just shoved her face away in front of mine and started to walk again.

I was almost to the doors.

"almost" was the key word.

"Parkinson, better leave her alone." Good one Jade. Good. That's nice. Get HER away from me before I get sent to Azkaban for killing her arse right now.

"oh, wow. A defender. Where'd you get the money, little weasel? Huh? Where'd you get the money to hire her? Did you steal?" I was keeping all the patience I could muster...

"oh, now you can't talk, huh?"

....and there was the door handles. Staring back at me. Yearning to open them. And I could imagine the coffee...

"oh, silly me, Weasels can't afford to talk...they can't buy it!"

...behind those doors, there on the table. Steaming hot. Chocolate flavored coffee. Not much cream. with the right amount of sugar...

"what, little weasel?"

...behind those doors, It's looking back at me. Telling me to drink it. I can almost smell it. I can almost taste it. I can see it infront of me. I'm holding the mug handle. I'm almost going to drink it.

but then, she really, REALLY had to poke my shoulders.

MY shoulders.

She POKED MY shoulders.

She POKED MY shoulders. In the morning.

It was bloody morning.

Well, that's when all the temper came out.

Her index finger still poking me, I pulled her hand and twisted it until her cheeks was kissing the floor. Yes, floor. There on the floor.

The tip of my wand almost touching the space between her eyes, causing her to be crossed-eyed. She had a face of shock, dread and confusion. And a bit of stupidity.

I was hyperventilating.

She wasn't breathing.

At all.

Afraid that any sudden movement might trigger something.

The great hall doors opened but still looking at Pansy.

"Ginny!, NO! DON'T!", I looked up and saw my brother. His clothes were soaked with coffee and just before the great hall doors closed, I had a glimpse of the people who were having breakfast.

They were looking at me.

Even the teachers were looking at me.

It was complete silence.

"Ginny, Ginny! Here!", I looked at Ron and saw the majestic black liquid inside a nice white and obviously very warm mug. The mug that holds my coffee.

Coffee.

I let go of my past activity and dropped my wand and started inching my way

(pansy point of view)

Weasley took her first sip. She had her eyes closed and there was a long pause as if everyone was holding their breaths while she breathed in the essence of her beverage.

And as if on cue, she suddenly opened her eyes, turned to Rodriguez and said, "Oh My gosh Jade! I had the craziest dream ever! You wouldn't guess who I was dreaming about last night!" let's take note of her perkiness.

Rodriguez looked at Weasley then at me. She looked like she was bored with a hint of sarcasm. The she looked at Weasley and said happily, "hint, hint! I'm psychic!...hang on", then she closed her eyes and made this stupid face as if she's searching for something in her brain, then she opened her eyes and said, "OM MY GOSH! You did not just dream about him---again!" she said perkily, "you are SOOO obsessed with him. He's not even that cute! Now, Brad Pitt" she said with a smirk.

"who's he again?" Weasley asked Rodriguez. I don't even know what they're talking about and I don't even care. But unfortunately for me, and because of my current position, I have no choice.

"how could you forget about him? I sent Loads of pictures of him!" Rodriguez asked her slightly mad for not knowing that Pitty guy who I think is an armpit model. Trust Rodriguez to like weird guys.

"you mean those nude pictures?" she said rather loudly than expected. I was right: she is weird.

"shhh! Half nude!" Rodriguez replied through gritted teeth.

"yeah, key word: naked." Ginny said in a matte-of-factly.

And they entered the hall. And I could hear her high pitched annoying voice babbling about Mr. Pitty.

A nude guy I can understand, but a nude armpit? However heard of such a thing, I mean, how could an armpit be nude? What? If its shaved or something?

The other Weasley who was hitting on mudblood said to me, "sorry got here late", he said not really sorry at all, then he left.

Then Longbottom walked up to me and said, "I know people think I'm stupid, but, I'm not that stupid to block Ginny from her coffee in the morning, honestly, you're like Crabbe and Goyle," he was clucking his tongue as he walked away.

The Patil came, "stay on the floor, it suits you" then she walked away.

Then camera boy came holding a camera. He looked at me, smiling, then,

Flash.

This memory is going to be posted all over Hogwarts bulletin board. Damn.

Everything had gone wrong right now, and I thought it was still going on, but then, Potter came. I didn't want to look at his eyes. Those eyes would be scanning me right now. And there would be that stupid victorious smile on his face. and if I'd look at him now, I'd just love that stupid victorious smile of his. The stupid smile that I love. My personal wants took over me, and I gave up. I looked up and to my surprise AND disappointment, he was doing the exact opposite, he had an apologetic smile and an outstretched hand. I was disappointed.

Ok, I wasn't disappointed, I was cheering my head out from the inside.

But before I could reach up for his hand, reality came crashing back and I said, "you're gryffindor. I'm slytherin. No contacts, remember?"

Then he replied, "when it comes down to Ginny and her coffee, houses doesn't matter".

So, I accepted it. the hand I mean. I stood up and fixed my self.

"I understand. I tried to talk to her once in the morning," he smiled then left.

I looked at his back before the doors closed then said to myself, "all is fair in love and war when it comes to Ginny and her coffee"

Then Draco came, I cautiously approached him and said softly, "um, did you take your coffee?"

"it's safe," Blaise told me.

I released the air that I was holding in that I didn't know. Well, that's two students addicted to coffee.

"what happened to your hand?" Draco asked me.

"weasley" I answered.

"which one?" Blaise asked me.

"the girl," Draco said.

"who'd you know?" Blaise asked him.

"Weasley is the she. Weasel is the he." Draco said, then he looked at me and said, "let's go to the hospital wing for that," he indicated my hand.

We started to walk towards the hospital wing. That's how concerned Draco is to me. Yeah, I know what you're thinking, but no, it's not concern for love, more like sisterly love. I mean, sure, I worshipped him when we were 1st to 4th year, I was immature, I was stupid, I was.....

Silence.

His possy.

But now, I am mature, I am elegant, I am.....

...me.

And besides that whole slick-hair-back was totally 4 years ago, and doesn't he know that scars are in?! ugh. Like I said, he needs a female sibling to show him the dos and don'ts of fashion.

And most importantly, he needs to get over the coffee thing...well, I tried coke once, but he gained 10 pounds, so then I tried tea, but then he practically slept through the whole quidditch practice, and I also tried iced tea—my fave—it kinda worked, but then he wasn't like himself, he was all perky, happy, joy-y and most annoying of all...talkative. He kept on talking about, first Snape, then his hair, then how greasy his hair was, then he asked me what I could recommend to Snape for his hair, then he kept on suggesting ways to make Snape's nose smaller. Actually, it was kinda ok, coz I'm a girl. I love to talk. But then, Draco isn't girl now, is he? And later that night—no, I mean, morning, EARLY in the morning, try 2 o'clock, he---unfortunately—woke up and I, unfortunately, was being bugged up to 7 o'clock in the morning. Then my hero, Blaise, cracked, and gave malfoy his coffee back. The end.

(draco's point of view)

We reached the hospital wing and Pansy and I sat down on one of the beds while Blaise calls Pomfrey.

"I saw what happened", I said, "Potter helped you up."

"um...no! no, definitely not. Of course not!" she defended.

"I saw your right hand reach for Potter's hand"

Pansy was about to respond but then at the worst possible moment, Pomfrey came, and she was reaching for Pansy's right hand, at the slightest touch, Pansy jumped and started to yell, "it's the LEFT HAND!", then she added through gritted teeth, "don't. touch. The. Right. Hand."

"what's up with the right hand?" I said quickly coz, she was off guard.

Then she said rather quickly, "ithurts".

Hah. Now I know she IS lying.

"let me see it dearie" Pomfrey asked her.

"my left hand hurts a lot so I feel the pain in my right hand", Pansy defended.

"So, let me see it. if it hurts, I'll do something about it," Pomfrey told her as if she was stupid.

"look woman. It does. Not. Hurt." Pansy raised her hands so it wouldn't be in Pomfrey's reach, but in mine.

I grabbed her right risk.

"NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!" she shouted as she pulled out her hand and cradled it as if it was her baby.

I looked at her quizzically.

"it's a delicate hand," she answered as she glared at me.

Pomfrey lost her patience so, she grabbed her left hand and started to "mend" it. I was kinda in doubt, coz, if I didn't know better(and I always know better), I could've sworn she was beating the hell out of Pansy's left hand.

After "mending" her left hand, before she could even react, Pomfrey grabbed her right hand and studied it.

Pansy glared and took away her right hand, "nothing's wrong with it woman!"

Pomfrey just ignored her and grabbed again her right hand. Pansy had a face of shock and sadness and anger.

Pomfrey wiped her hand with the towel, and studied it. Pansy looked miserable.

"nothing's wrong with it", Pomfrey said.

"waaahhhhh", Pansy cried, "everything's wrong! You ruined it!"

Pomfrey ignored her and told me and Blaise, "I'll just get her the potion to apply to her right hand". And she left.

"that STUPID old BAT! She'd never recognize love even if it danced naked in front of her!", then she buried her head on the pillows and screamed her heart out.

"Pansy," Blaise said as he put his hand on her shoulders. I'm pretty sure he's going to comfort her, but instead he said in a rather playful tone, "what did that pillow ever do to you?"

Pansy looked up and said, "EVERYTHING!"

Blaise looked at her miserable face and said defensively, "but its soo fluffy", Blaise added with puppy dog eyes.

Pansy kneeled on the bed with the "fluffy" pillow on hand, she threw the pillow the pillow smack right at Blaise's face. she said dramatically as if on the verge of tears, "if you like it so much why don't you go out with it?! you could even use "fluffy" as a pet name!!!"

"what is wrong with you? What did Potter do to you?" I asked her.

As if she snapped back to reality, she said, "um...no! nothing. Never. Nope. of course NOT. No. nothing." Then she pressed her lips together refusing to open it, as if saying words would be the end of her.

I knew she was lying.

"you're lying"

"how could you! I am innocent!"

I snapped my fingers, "Blaise, you're up". You know semi-psychic best friends can be very useful.

Blaise made a face and he looked like he was eating something sour. I looked at Pansy and saw the same thing, as if they're communicating in another galaxy.

"So? what did you get?" I asked Blaise.

"Must stop. Pink. I see pink. Flowers. Pink ponies. Pink ribbons. Pink dresses. Pink laces. Pink puppies. Pink bras." Blaise's voice started to get louder and started to shake, "pink underwear. Pink bras. Must. Stop. Seeing. Women's. lingerie." Then he suddenly opened his eyes and breathed very deeply. He was hyperventilating.

"I'm NEVER going in YOUR head ever again!" Blaise told her.

Pansy smiled victoriously, then she said very boastfully, as if stressing every word which was kind irritating, kinda like Granger's, she had her eyes closed and said, "I took----", then she stopped. She opened her eyes, she clearly lost her words, "occumlemency..no, ocumlence, um....occumence...um...the, um..."

Blaise was starting to laugh, and Pansy glared at him.

"um...the one that Harry took with Snape during our fifth year!"

what was that? but before I could ask her, Blaise plunged in.

"1st you call Potter by his first name, 2nd you stalk him, what else should we know?" Blaise asked her.

What? Pansy calling Potter, "harry". That stupid thing with the hand, the her knowing a lot about Potter. What? Is that even possible? If you add things up...no, no...if you subtracts, no that's not it....but then if you multiply it, you'll get too many...but then if you divide it, one of them would be in half. Then it all comes back to Potter. Things just don't add up. I mean Pansy? Potter? Never.

"Draco, I got it!"

I didn't realize that Blaise was practically jumping up and down, waving his hands in the air, right in front of me, screaming, "Draco, Draco, I got it, I Got it"

He finally caugfht my attention and I listened, but then, Pansy silenced Blaise by a charm.

"don't you dare. I may not be psychic but I know about you and Jade" she told me. Who the hell is jade? But before I could ask, she looked at Blaise and said, "listen," silence, Blaise shot her a like-I-have-a-choice glare, "ok, listening, check. Ok. I promise I won't tell Draco about "her", if you promise to not to tell him about "him", got it?" silence, the Blaise shot her another look, but this time, it said, your-stupid, "unwanted glare, check. Ok, raise you're right hand if yes. And you're left if no."

Blaise raised his right hand dully. Pansy looked at him suspiciously. Blaise held his hand in front of Pansy's face like a talk-to-the-hand gesture.

"ugh. Fine."

I looked from Pansy to Blaise, and muttered, "I am soo clueless"

Then Pansy performed the unsilencing charm on Blaise. And the second moment that it took effect, Blaise started shouting. I could've got used to it after a second or two but no, life's unfair, Pansy started screaming on the other ear....

So far, I got the words "Harry Potter", "Jade Reodriguez", something about crushes and dats and being psychic or being a stalker, so far, that's what I got before death.

Then the bat came shouting, "OUT! OUT! OUT!"

Just as she neared us, Pansy grabbed her towel. (A/n: mind you, this was the towel used to wipe "harry's" essence off Pansy's hand)

Pomfrey's head snapped at Pansy's direction, her eyes were wide, her face lookinga t her as if she's mad, "what do you think you're doing young lady?"

Then Pansy in a sort of mumble and whisper and shaky but still understandable said , "well, you grabbed my hand, I grab your towel"

Silence.

"run."

Then Pansy and Blaise shot right out the hospital wing, and I just walked, still wondering about that Harry Potter and Jade Rodriguez thing and why suddenly the hospital wing sounded soo silent.

(Pansy's point of view)

we were running from the mad old bat with a disfigured hat, then suddenly, Blaise stopped running, bumping into somebody.

"watch where you're going, Zabini", somebody said, and when I looked up from Blaise's shoulder, there standing in front of us are Weasel and mudblood.

"oh, it's you Weasel," then Blaise changed his face into a twisted horrified look, "OH NO! I'm burning! I'm burning! STOP! DROP AND ROLL! STOP! DROP AND ROLL!". Blaise laughed. I joined him.

Then mudblood started to talk. How dare she. What kind of blood would talk with us, purebloods?

"oh, wow Zabini, very mature. Very." She said. Well, I guess she could. Talk to us I mean.

Then I pretended to look surprised, "oh. Woah. Mudblood you're here, honestly, I thought you were a bush!" then I laughed and Blaise laughed with me.

"shut up, you pug faced git", Weasel shot back.

I looked at mudblood from head to toe, then back to her face, in a really, really slow motion, then I said, "you know Weasel, I quite agree", I said smugly smirking at Granger, "don't you think so, Blaise?"

Blaise looked at mudblood and said, "yeah", in a really, really insulting way.

Blaise and I laughed.

"I was talking about you, ididot!" Weasel said.

"oh! Ouch! That really hurt deep, deep, deep, deep, deep, deep, deep, DEEP down inside, but you know, that was soooo 3 OR 4 years ago, can't you think of another good one?"

Then mudblood told Weasel, "ignore them, let's go".

They turned around and started walking away, I called to them, "hey mudblood, why are you walking backwards? OH! OOPS!" I looked at Blaise pretending to be horrified.

"Your face is so hairy that I can't make out what's your face and back", Blaise continued.

Weasel turned around and ran towards us and almost punched Blaise if it weren't for mudblood's restraining and Blaise's semi-psychic move.

"oh no! I'm burning again!" Blaise shouted.

"Awww.. Zabini got a boo-boo" mudblood told Blaise.

"You want ferret to cuddle up to you to make it all feel ok?" Weasel asked.

"nah, I think I'll pass that", Blaise said, then he looked thoughtful, he looked at Weasel and said, "but just a suggestion, don't do that to her, you might get lost in the forbidden forest junior"

I laughed then added, "Blaise, you know, he could always burn his way out! I'm sure he's done it LOADS of times", I laughed and saw that many people had gathered around to watch.

"and Weasel," Blaise looked at him, "when you burn your way out, you should pick up all the lost items in her hair, and you could give people their lost stuff back---"

I smiled at him and said, "---and maybe people would like you more. OH, And Weasel, next time you cuddle up with mudblood, could you look for my brush? It's been lost for weeks. yeah, and I have to warn you, The Dark lord lurks in the weirdest place ever. And sorry to break it to you mudblood, you categorize as weird. Oh, call the ministry! Tell them you captured the dark lord in your roots of dispair, a.k.a. your hair."

Then Blaise butted in—finally! I was doing all the work. Blaise said in a rather cheerful voice, "oh! Oh! I know! I know! Here's much better! Why don't you call Potter?", then he lowered his voice and put on the hood of his robes and stretched out his hands wiggling his fingers, "-----the boy who lived...ooohhhh......", then he returned to his normal self again.

"yeah, right, yeah, um, yeah, coz you're hair is soo big and um," I must look like an idiot there. I didn't know what to say! Potter wasn't here, yet, Blaise dragged him in the topic. Ugh.

It seems Blaise got it, coz he shifted his insults from Harry to mudblood again, he said, "OH and um, when the Potter comes in there to kill the dark lord, well, I could be a good friend and hold your brain for you, you know with all those hexes and stuff, It'll cost a more severe brain damage than you already have," then his voice lowered into a whisper and he leaned forward a bit as if it was a deep secret, "and between you and me, the current brain damage is showing"

Then I opened my backpack and looked for an object that will further insult them, but the only thing I could afford right now loosing are pieces of parchment. I suddenly got an idea, crumpled the parchments and strated throwing it on Weasel's head.

"that's littering. I could take points off, or even detention," mudblood replied smugly.

"ok. you do that. I'm trying to burn the trash"

I could've sworn I saw steam going out of Weasel's nostrils. So, I guess I was right, he is burning.

"oh, and for all the people listening, watch out. Weasel's flammable, but I suppose that's not a secret anymore is it?"

Blaise and I cracked at their faces.

This is the best insulting session I ever had for years! For once, I'm actually glad we bumped into them! They can't throw anything at me.

I was on the roll.

I was on top of the wizarding world.

But then super heroes and super divas and super models has weaknesses.

And the worst thing is, mine could walk around and unintentionally could kill me softly. He could follow me around if he wanted to. But alas, he doesn't know I exist.....well, ok, he does know I exist, he just pretends I don't exist, and that's worst, so I'll stick with he doesn't know I exist.

And then, there he was, walking towards us, and it seems like the world just decided to put this moment to slow motion and it seems like the air chose this exact moment—and of all people, his hair---to mess his hair as if he just got off the broom, which makes him more what he is....

....which is irresistibly stunning.

Harry.
Author's note: Harry?! AHHHHHhhhh! Pansy and Harry? What do you think? I certainly love it! –sighs- if watched POA, you'd see Pansy. She is quite beautiful and gorgeous.

I'm terribly sorry for the looooonnnggg chappie, but we were enjoying the insulting sessions! We loved it! I really didn't expect 18 pages in MS Word! I don't know if I should be sorry or not! Lol.

Anyways, I'd LOVE to thank all the reviews! I love them all!

And of course, I'd love to thank Kyler and Ivory...my co-authors! They make my life really fun! I love them both! –hugs and kisses Ivory and Kyler- ...GROUP HUG!...

Enough of that...lol. Ok. the next chapter is going out soon. So, there.

There'll be a kidnapping scene and Ginny and Draco would be kidnapped! So, any ideas on who will kidnap them? They are going to 'bond' or 'talk' in the place where they are held as prisoners. That's the way to make them "fall" head first in the pool of love...eeeww that was cheesy...anyways. We scratched out:

Voldemort—coz, he wouldn't kidnap Draco, would he?

Crabbe and Goyle—they're too stupid to even plot something.

Deatheaters—we'll they include voldemort, which brings us back to 'voldemort'

Lucius— now, why would he kidnap his own son?

So, any ideas? Email me!

Or you could just review! Please do! I am begging you!!!

Mwah!

Jade