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( What happened Last Chapter)

Dean looked forlorn, "Do you like him?" he asked, his voice rising.

"Who?"

"Malfoy! Who else?"

"Why do you need to know?"

"Tell me" Dean said forcefully.

"I.. No, I don't like him." Tory said, but her eyes told a different story.

"The truth, Tory" Dean caught the look in her eyes.

Tory shot him a glare, and shook her head.

Dean raised his hand and brought it down, aiming for Torys face…

Tory cowered, hiding her hace with both hands. Dean brought down his hand, but it didn't hit her. A boy dived in front of her before the hit could land. Tory's knees failed, bringing her down on the ground. Draco Malfoy stood up and dusted his tunic.

"Never, ever lay a hand on my girl!" he hissed through gritted teeth at Dean.

"Your girl?" Dean echoed, narrowing his eyes.

"Yep, my girl. And you stay away from her, you git."

"Was that a threat?"

"Could be."

"Stop it!" yelled a shrill voice. Both boys turned to look at Tory, who had risen to her feet. Her hair hand come out of her bun, but her eyes were furious. "Don't you both realise you are acting like little childeren?" Tory scolded. Draco looked at Tory and turned back to Dean. Dean held out his hand to Malfoy, but Draco turned on his heel and left. Dean shrugged at Tory and left the brunette standing alone in the enchanted garden. Tory hurried after Draco, her skirt bunched up in her hand. She soon caught up with him and started to yell.

"You git! He was trying to call a truce! You huge git!" Tory yelled shrilly.

"What? I saved you!" Draco retaliated.

"Saved me! He was never going to hit me! I know Dean, and he would never hit me!"

"That's not what it looked like from my eyes!"

"Then maybe you should get your eyes checked!"

"What did you come here to say?"

"That you are a git, that you are too proud, and that it is never going to work between us!"

"Says who?"

"Says ME!" and with that, Tory stormed up to the Gryffindor Common Room.

Professor Dumbledoor peered over his half-moon glasses at the two other Professors in the room.

"Do I understand this completely? Have you told her?" He said intently to Professor Haldering.

"No, sir. I suggested telling her staight away, but Minerva here as against the idea." The young Professor said smugly, sending a not-so-pretty look at the aged Professor.

"Indeed! You were against the idea from the start!" Professor McGonagall said indignantly.

"That may be the case, but, the question remains: What are we to do?"Professor Dumbledoor said, not really wanting a fight to occour in his office.

"Might I suggest writing a letter to her, explaining that her parents are on an extended holiday, and that they would prefer if she stay at a friends house?" Professor Haldering suggested.

"Do you mean to suggest we forge a note! Absurd!" Professor McGonagall seethed.

"Now, now, Miverva. No need to get your pointed hat in a twist." Professor Haldering smirked.

Honestly, Albus thought, Put Janice and Minerva in a room together and there was bound to be a row.

"That's it," said Professor Minerva McGonagall decisivley. "I'm off to tell her"

"Tory," the ageing Professor called. Tory stopped midstep (nearly toppling over in the process) and turned to face her Head of House.

"Professor?" Tory enquired.

"My dear, I have some very bad news to tell you." Professor McGonagall peered into Tory's eyes, and, continued.

"Your mother and father, Tory, went on vacation some time ago. You know this, they sent you an owl saying they would be out of touch for till at least the end of term. This was quite sad. But what you don't know is even worse. While touring the far lands of the remains of the Suman Empire, they fell sick with a mystery illness, Professor Dumbledoor suspects this to be the handywork of Dark Wizards. Both of them, my dear, perished not to long ago. Word reached us of this about a week ago. Perished means to have died"

"I know what perished means," Tory said rudely, tears running down her cheeks, before running down the hall.

Hermione, Ginny and Lavender were searching for their friend. While prowling the hallways, they ran into Draco Malfoy.

"Where is she!" Ginny demanded, charging up to the blonde.

"Who?" Draco asked, holding up his hands in defence of the charging redhead.

"Stop playing the inoccent, Malfoy! We know that you know where Tory is!" Hermione snapped.

"Oh, Tory. Gryffindor Common Room, I think" Draco replied, smirking at the three girls.

"Wipe that smirk off your face, Malfoy, or I'll steal your hairbrush!" Lavender threatened. That did it. At the mention of his hairbrush, Draco shut his mouth.

"Are you sure she's there?" Hermione asked, wary of Dracos tricks.

"Mostly sure" he replied silkly. Hermione rolled her eyes and the girls darted out of his way.

The girls rushed towards the Gryffindor Common Room. As they reached the portrait of the Fat Lady (who was dressed in silver today, with her blonde hair piled on top of her head. Faries were fluttering around inside the portrait) Hermione hurriedly said the password and dashed inside. There, sitting by the fire, was Tory. Her gaze was boring a hole in the wall opposite her, and even her glitter mascara couldn't soften her gaze. "Tory" said Ginny tentivley. "Are you okay?"

Tory didn't even seem to notice the three extra life forms in the room.

"Tory?" repeated Ginny. The redhead shugged at her friends and aproached the silent brunette. Tory's gaze flickered towards Hermione, Lavender and Ginny. "Go away" she whispered. But the words were barely audiable.

"What?" Ginny asked. Laying a hand on Tory's shoulder. The brunette flinched.

It was at this that Ginny became worried. "Hermione! Go and get a Calming Draught. Lavender, get a pillow and fluffy blankets" she orded, sounding more like Madam Pomfrey and less like Ginny. The brunettes exchaged looks, but did what they were bid. Ginny started to peer into Tory's eyes and studied the icy blue iris'.

"Good, no magic caused this, more likely she's still in shock." Ginny said to no-one in piticular. "But from what, or whom? Malfoy" the redhead hissed. At that moment Lavender reapeared and handed Ginny a few blankets and a pillow. Ginny covered Tory and placed the pillow under her feet. Hermione then returned with a steaming vial filled with aqua liquid. Ginny carefully poured the steaming potion down Tory's throat and stood back. The brunette seemed to come to her scences, but soon slumped as a wave of tiredness washed over her.

"Will she be okay?" asked Hermione,

"Yep, once she gets some rest."

Tory blearily opened her eyes. She felt un-naturally calm and relaxed. A rush of sudden memories from last night came flooding back into her head. Ginny rushed to her side. It was then that Tory realised she was still lying on the couch.

"Tory?" Ginny asked.

"Yes Ginny?" Tory answered, sitting up.

Relief flooded through Ginny as she realised Tory was compeletly fine. "Are you okay?" Ginny asked, Hermione and Lavender appearing at her side. Tory's bottom lip quivered, from her mouth escaped a wavering sigh, while her eyes welled with tears. Tory collapsed onto the couch, again, and started to sob heavily. "They're gone, they're gone" was all she said repeditivley.

Chapter number five, up and running! Poor Tory:( She'll get over it, though. So don't worry!
Updating soon.
Lauren. (Hugs for all who review!)