Shitza: Hello again, this will probably be the last chapter before Christmas, as I am drowning in all preparations and during the Christmas days I'm thinking of taking a break. Not quit, but I won't write anything on Christmas and as planned maybe nothing at all until New Year. I don't know. I am sorry this came late, as it was meant to be written directly. But getting Blaze's clever idea proved harder then I first thought. Yet here it is, I really hope you'll enjoy. This will be one of the best, hilarious plans I'll let him have. I hope this story isn't too much OC, yet…

Also, I'm thinking once this story is finished, after the Epilogue to make an Encyclopaedia of all Charms and curses I've been creating. There are so many I have lost count on them, just as an reminder. Review and tell me what you think of it.

I won't hold you too much more now, on to the story and enjoy.

Shitza

Chapter 26 A Plan takes Action

They were sour, tired and in a rather foul mood. Well, not all of them, but it was still enough for people to walk from their way and leave them to be. No one really knew what had happened. Blaze walked some metres away, drenched in what looked like wine and cherry marmalade. You see… this is exactly what happened.

-Past-

Hermione stood in the middle of the Quidditch Pitch, trembling from the top of her head to the bottom of her feet She really hated it, having come off worst. She sighed and closed her eyes, wishing this could just be a nightmare. Cassandra, freshly returned from the hospital sat by the lake, fingering on her wand. She watched Eador fly over the water, shrieking of joy. It was getting late, and in a matter of minutes she would have to go back to the castle, to prepare her part of the capture. Neville stood by Professor Snape's potions, rummaging among them. He couldn't believe how many potions that strange man held. His finger ran from bottle to bottle as he carefully read the names, not wanting to take poison, yet he knew that the freak would deserve it. Ron sat in the Great Hall, the gleaming silver Gryffindor sword in his hands. He wasn't nervous, but his hands shook. He was angry and he wondered what the teachers would say if he started to burn the chair in the room. Yet he broke the thought before the flames would come. He didn't want to do anything stupid beforehand. Harry stood by the Great Oak, arms folded, his face expressionless. He felt a breeze on his face and an idea struck him. Carefully he started to bend his magic to summon some things that would make this day unforgettable. Draco stood by the two front doors, a burning flame in his eyes. Yet he went back inside before anything would happen. He didn't have any huge thing in this, but he would long to get his hands on Krum for all the things that man had caused. Lastly Blaze stood by the wide staircase leading down to the Entrance Hall. He seemed to carry about twenty sacs containing, who knew what? Yet from the sweat on his forehead you could see it was something pretty heavy.

Everyone was in position, or close to their positions. Hermione sat down on a small stool Neville had brought her, as she would have to wait before their planned victim would arrive. She was wearing the black robes, which were richly decorated at the sleeves by thick black cat fur making sure to give away the message on whom she was. Just then someone entered the pitch, a special someone being Krum.

"Hermione!" she heard him call from the North Entrance of the Pitch. She turned and saw Krum standing there, gleaming madly. 'Is he that crazy over me, oh god what have I done?' she thought as she backed to run. Krum lifted an eyebrow and started to run after. The letter he had received just some minutes ago had clearly said she wanted to express her love for him. He wondered what she was running for.

She ran, as fast as she could back to the castle. She heard Krum's steps behind and she hurried to get back. She ran and the more she tried to hurry, to her great fear she saw Krum was gaining on her. Well, he was more trained, but still. It was unfair, but she couldn't stop now she had to run. Thanks to Blaze's idiotic letter she had to run. She couldn't stop or she would surely become that Bulgarian man's slave for the rest of her life. And who could really stand slaving to a man like that. She finally reached the doors and was safe, for now.

Krum too reached the doors, and started banging loudly. Many curious heads popped out, all from very curious students. No one had heard of this or knew what was going on. Yet everyone hated him, even Slytherin that was. Just then clouds rumbled above and a huge rain appeared out of nowhere. Only minutes before the day had been chill, yet very clear. Now there were black thunderclouds, heavy rain and some kind of charged atmosphere around. Just then one lightning bolt struck by Krum's feet. He turned and saw one of his nightmares, dressed in black robes and a gleaming white cloak. On the cloak there was a sewn badge representing the White Anemone, the flower of Life.

"Krum" he said, ice filled in his voice. Viktor backed from the door towards the forest. But just then a field lightning stopped him. He looked up at the loaded clouds, which still rumbled loudly above. He knew he was in great trouble and from having trained of being an heir he guessed he didn't want to find out how much more in trouble he would get. Yet he didn't know what a small piece of all the training this really was. Harry had trained weather Control for quite a while and the only thing he had done to prepare this was to push as many clouds as possible towards them. That was the plan he had received inspired by the breeze, a huge storm that surely did scare the hell out of him and as he had guessed it really did. Harry looked at the Bulgarian. Krum was trying to escape his little lightning work, which proved to be more difficult then he first had thought.

In the entrance Hall, as things started to heat up outside, Draco and Hermione sat together on a small stone bench. Hermione was crying and from all the noise outside it didn't look as she was about to relax. Draco cursed, what in the hell was Harry doing out there. He wondered if all fame had finally gone to his head.

He stood up again, tired of standing hearing the others in action and not him. He saw Blaze preparing his attack, an avalanche of silver stones like last time. Just then the doors opened and Draco heard Hermione flee up the stairs. Blaze made the thumbs up as she passed him. She smiled in return, glad to have her friends on her side.

Down in the Entrance hall fiery eyes met each other. Krum's burnt because of the hate he felt towards these heirs and Draco's burnt because here the girl-friend snatcher stood, smiling. Behind Krum stood Harry, drenched in his own rain. Everything had gone as planned so far. Krum, seeing now both Harry and Draco, who was dressed in a grass green robe with a shimmering emerald green cloak embroided with a silver snake, both probably prepared to skin him alive, hurried off to the stairs. But as soon as he was half up, the avalanche came and he was forced back. On the top of the stair Blaze stood, a silver bow in his hand and it was already loaded with a long dangerous looking arrow. Krum fled, but trapped between three fronts he did the only thing he could do, flee into the Great Hall were Ron waited.

As Krum entered he suddenly found himself with a sword an inch from his throat. If only he would o much as move Ron would be sure to make the sword cut it off. Just then the two front doors reopened, closely followed by the doors of the Great Hall. Cassandra entered wearing a sea blue robe with a dark blue cloak. Her hair was tied in a ponytail and she looked like she was the raging storm that had arrived. She hadn't and would probably never be able to forgive Krum for that. She lifted her hand dangerously and Krum flew straight into the air. In all the panic he also managed to drop his wand, which was swiftly snatched by Blaze, who had entered slightly afterwards, wearing the usual Hogwarts robes. Yet you couldn't help notice the gold emblem on his chest, which had been magically placed there by Harry. He smiled and called after Neville, who finally had found the right potion. It was a large bottle of Veritaserum.

Ron tied the culprit up with rings of fire, making it impossible for Krum to escape. Ron smiled, wearing read and gold robes. The high collar off a real mane. Neville stood by his side, wearing ordinary yellow, with a black badger paw just above his heart. Krum stared at them as if they were poison. Neville slowly dropped the potion in his mouth, which wasn't easy.

It took some minutes for the potion to take effect. And then…

His eyes looked oddly glass like, his mouth lay open and Harry started to wonder if Neville had brought the wrong potion or not. But soon he could calm down as he saw Krum was breathing, but still nothing had happened.

"He's not dead is he?" Blaze asked Draco.

"No Blaze, he is still breathing. That scum, that filthy lying wreck was still alive. Draco had really hoped Neville had managed to kill him after all. Yet there where still questions that needed to be answered. They had decided in this before, and it was also decided Harry would ask these as Neither Draco, Hermione, Ron or Cassandra was capable for this. Blaze didn't still have all the information and Neville had refused saying he would if so then likely lock Krum into the centre of the earth if they forced him to do something like that. He had never heard Neville sound so violent ever and he did have a point. The reason they let Harry do this was because though all hate he could keep his head cool if needed. And in this it was needed.

Ron and Cassandra lowered Krum to the ground, but still kept a close eye on him. Harry stepped up to the seeming lifeless body. That until Krum opened his eyes.

"Krum" Harry said coolly. "We have some questions to ask you before you can leave."

"Question me then, I von't say anything."

Everyone looked shocked, but Harry continued. "Why are you with him?" Harry started off.

Krum smiled, but then opened his eyes in fear because his mouth didn't obey himself.

"I am an orphan, as no one except the Dark Lord knows. You see my parents once vorked for, vhat you vould call the right side. But that side betrayed them. My parents vere aurors, and vhen they retired, I know he told them to kill them. I can still here their screams in my dreams."

He closed his eyes, a painful expression on his face. "I vas raised at an orphanage, but vhen I vas five a vitch and vizard came for me. They took me to their son and I vas raised vith them. They vere Death eaters, or old Aurors vho had transferred from the so-called light side to my Master's. He knovs vhat a vizard vants and needs. He is my god."

Draco looked as if he was about to throw up, Hermione and Cassandra, both were ghostly pale. Neville held his hands over his ears and Ron hadn't even moved, but by looking at the now wider flames you could see what he meant. Harry's eyes widened but in other ways he didn't show more of his emotions for now.

"What was your role in the Triwizard Tournament?"

"To vin, no matter the cost. Crouch was set to help me. He stunned Fleur for me, and I vas set to kill Cedric. You vould have been declared dead and I vould vin. You see, that is my goal, to vin. That's vhy I for example catches the snitch before the other Seeker. I can't see that ball in another Seeker's hand."

Harry had to restrain himself from just running at that thing and strangle him. This had started on nagging his nerves and he wasn't all that sure on how much he was about to take. But he knew there was more to ask.

"Krum, what is your master's plan for you? What was your task in all this?"

"I don't knov. My master told me to sneak off to Hogvarts and then I vould receive further orders. But he hasn't told me anything so far."

Ron opened his mouth to say something, but the words got stuck halfway. After some deep breaths he finally managed to throw out his question.

"You mean that Voldemort sent you here just for nothing. What is he playing at? I mean, with a spy at our castle, I bet he's done something with Krum and that he is using him to get to our secrets." He heightened the sword and placed it about two inches from Krum's neck. "The best we should do with this thing is to feed him to the monsters in the forest."

Harry shook his head. "I don't think so. There can also be Death eaters in the forest, as it seems it is one of their favourite hiding spots around. Krum, when was the last time you saw your master?"

Last summer, but he keeps visiting me in my dreams and he keeps on asking questions. He is careful not to leave marks."

Harry gritted his teeth, now feeling angrier on Voldemort then on Krum. By this time, with having had Krum sneaking all around Voldemort probably knew everything he needed. Like for instance that they still hadn't managed to solve the puzzle of the Prophecy and that he now had a huge advantage in attacking them. "Leglimens…" he murmured. "Of course, how could I have been so stupid… Leglimens…!"

He paced the room, back and forward before stopping before Krum. Still angry he raised his hand and put all the fire out, much to the others surprise. But as Krum thought he was safe a small green snake crawled up his leg. Unnoticed, Zlits had escaped from the pocket he usually slept in and on his master's command crawled away to guard this particular stinking human.

"One single step and you are as good as dead. I think it's best if we let the Staff decide on this, as that would be the rightful thing to do. I would have preferred if we killed him on the spot, but still, there is something wrong with all this."

"Let's return to our own private little Headquarters. We can discuss things there." Cassandra suggested not taking her eyes from Krum.

The others nodded and left, but as they turned Krum flew about ten metres straight towards the ceiling, a little goodbye from Cassandra who still had been volunteering to kill him. But as things didn't go as she had thought at least she would have to give him something in return for that stab. Yet as the seven teens walked away from the room, on their way to gather the teachers, they didn't notice Krum's bizarre smile. Indeed the one who had been answering all these questions hadn't been the real Krum, it was Voldemort. And from having been unaffected by Veritaserum taking over Krum's words hadn't been hard. He even had added things he wanted them to think, which would secure his victory in the last battle.

Meanwhile outside, Blaze left the gang, heading back for his usual lessons. He sighed as he hurried away towards Transfiguration, a lesson he wasn't sure he was looking forwards for. Actually he hadn't done any of his homework for quite a while and he would be happy if he managed to escape detention this time. Last lesson Professor McGonagall had clearly told him off any of these matters. He longed for the next time he would have the opportunity off saving the world with the heirs, as he preferred to call it. Nothing could be as bad as this.

Ten minutes later Professor Snape passed the Great Hall. He looked inside but the hall was completely empty. All there was of the unordinary was a small green snake and a ring of fire.

Wednesday

And it was. In the morning all Heirs had received the most unpleasant awakening ever. Someone, whoever it could have been, had sneaked into all dormitories and set traps over their heads while sleeping. Harry had found this really annoying, since whatever the culprit had used, he had made sure it stuck on. He looked at the others, who all looked as sour as him. Ron had received a rainfall of rotten eggs in his hair, followed by a box full of some kind of glitter. Draco had two carrots sticking out from his head, looking like orange horns. Cassandra was drenched in paint, of various neon-like colours. She had also received shrunken feet and extremely long fingernails. Neville had been chained by the neck and he couldn't get it off. Blaze had been drowned in wine and cherry marmalade. Himself, he had woken up with feathers growing on his back and donkey ears had replaced his normal ones. It felt embarrassing, but it couldn't be helped. At least so far no one had started laughing, something he felt a little grateful off. Hermione was the only one who hadn't been affected, but because of that they had enough proof to know the things that really bothered them. Krum had escaped.

"He is truly harder to capture then any eel possible." Cassandra said as they entered the Room of Requirement. Indeed there they found everything they would need magically to remove all that impossible dirt from themselves. Hermione who usually knew the right cure wished they all had practised more cleaning spells. She hurried off to find some useful potion, in order to remove those ridiculous carrots from Draco's head. Cassandra looked up some spell in a really thick book for the colours she had turned to and Ron was removing the rotten eggs from his hair, washing it all in a sticky potion. If someone had seen them they surely would have a good laugh.

"I swear, as soon as we catch Krum again I will kill him!" Ron said.

"You're not alone on that. It seems we have completely underestimated him. He is clearly capable of appearing and disappearing at will."

"Will…" Hermione said getting struck by a thought. "Cassandra, have you changed you will yet, from the point were Krum changed it."

Cassandra, who was right in the middle of shrinking her nail and enlarging her feet looked up at the other girl. She smiled.

"Changed it last night, but the things it said, I won't tell you. My will is pretty much personal."

Harry smiled. "That's understandable." He said taking the bottle from his mouth, having drunk the most disgusting potion ever to be made in order to remove those awful ears. Blaze, who was almost clean, except for the smell, suddenly walked up to Ron and showed something in the heir's hand. He smiled and whispered something in his ear. Ron's eyes widened, but then he smiled and thanked him. Harry had no idea what they were talking about. But then Neville came shifting him away as he almost had managed to knock a bottle to the floor.

It was late, around 9:45am when they finally could walk out from the room and head down for their beginning class, Elemental Magic. Blaze had missed Potions, but what did it really matter, Snape hated him anyway for the thing with the chair. Yet if he hadn't done that then how in the world would anyone have been able to escape the Great hall without the teachers noticing?

They said goodbye and hurried off. Harry hoped this would continue being a normal lesson-like day. For once, he was correct. At least for his own part.

(London, Trafalgar Square, 6:30pm)

There were sings everywhere. In every corner of the empty space she clearly saw the message. Burn them, stake them, behead them, and kill them! It was war, magic versus machines. A war no magical bloodline would win if this all continued. Not only the United Kingdom was nowadays effected but also the whole Scandinavia, Germany, the Netherlands, Belgium, France, Spain, Russia, the USA, large parts of Asia and also the South of Africa and Australia. She really wondered how they would survive.

She walked straight to the usual market to buy the usual stuff they wanted. She did try to make herself as unseen as possible and she did succeed. If a Death eater would pass they wouldn't take more notice off her then as if she was a normal Muggle. She looked through her money, or the money the lent her. She sighed, she had gotten everything they wanted, but still there was a lot left. Well, the rest was thought as a present. But to whom she had no idea. No one had told her.

She was so lost in her thoughts she didn't notice the man that followed her through the streets. He followed her steps every turn, every short-cut and every breath. Soon he stood behind her, looking down on her. He smiled, showing what looked like a sharpened teeth.

Petunia sensed someone standing behind her, someone who probably had been following her all the way. She wondered if she maybe should send him flying, she could mostly control her powers, if angered and she was sure she would be able to send this stranger back. But she couldn't do it in front of all these Muggles. She hurried off to a lone alley, but to her misfortune there were already someone there, or two persons there. Two thieves who had been waiting for a helpless woman like her to appear.

"Hand over your money, lady or feel the consequences!" one of them shouted. He was about a head taller then her, and he was also quite muscular. If she would have been a normal little helpless woman she would have been in real trouble.

The other one was slightly smaller, even shorter then her. yet he was carrying a long knife, which he didn't look afraid to use. He smiled evilly.

"No, why should I" she said. The two of them smiled even more and edged nearer. She stayed calm, feeling a strange presence behind her and the magic in her blood. But then…

"STUPEFY!" Remus Lupin shouted from behind. The two men fell forwards, completely stunned.

Petunia turned around, anger burning in her. Without thinking she sent him backwards into a nearby wall.

"Stop following me!" she snapped and left. That werewolf had for the last three days kept on following her every single step. First she hadn't minded, but now, as he treated her as if she was made of breakable china she had enough. She didn't even bother returning to see how he had it. She knew the Order would find him sooner or later.

Just then she saw something that made her heart stop. It was Bellatrix, Bellatrix Lestrange. She was here in London. She looked up at the Tower of big Ben. Yes, it was.

She hurried back to the alley. To her relief Remus hadn't awoken yet and she hurried to get a small credit card. She ran to an out of service telephone and ran the card through a lot. Suddenly there was a voice in the receiver.

"Welcome back Mr Lupin, please enter you code and we'll connect you to the Headquarters."

Luckily Petunia had managed to borrow his car once before so she already knew the password. The credit card, as it's disguise was in fact the key to the direct line to the Headquarters were she hoped on contacting either Moody, Tonks or Kingsley.

"Wolfbane" she said in the receiver and the female voice in the receiver said…

"Welcome to the Order of Phoenix. Please wait a minute while we'll wake the house."

She could just imagine the alarm in the house. Every time a member used his or her card a loud signal would run through the whole house, not being heard outside, but very loudly inside. After some seconds Kingsley answered.

"Remus, what's up?"

"Bellatrix has been sighted by Big Ben, Kingsley" she said.

"Petunia, why are you using his card?" Kingsley asked.

"Well, no one has ever bothered making one for the little outsider. But I am the Headquarter's eye here in the Muggle world so I hope you will consider making one for me soon. Having blasting Remus to the wall every time isn't good for his health."

"You what!!! Petunia…"

"Just hurry, people are in danger. You can yell at me later Kingsley. Right now we need the Order here!"

She put back the receiver and stepped back. She wondered what she should do next. Slowly she decided to try and keep an eye on Lestrange, and try to keep as many Muggles as possible alive until the Order would arrive.

She found Bellatrix two streets away. The death eater was standing by a wall, looking at the huge crowd of people with a look of disgust. Petunia saw she had her hand on her wand. She didn't like that sight.

Just then the clouds darkened and what had begun to be such a good day started to get really ugly. She kept a close watch on everything that eventually Bellatrix might do, but as much as she had seen she hadn't even moved from her spot. Petunia looked up, the clouds were extremely black, almost as black as the night. Darkness lay over them. She knew what was coming. Soon green thunder would rain down at them. She heard the gasps from the crowd of people as they started to panic.

'No, please! Not again! Don't let all of them die like that' she thought as tears started to trickle down her cheeks. She was frightened.

The bolts of green Avada Kedavra flames rained down, killing half the street. It was dark day now, and she wished that the Order would hurry.

Bellatrix moved, heading towards a dark street. Petunia, careful on not getting hit by the flames followed. This was really unlike her, but that woman had made her so angry some years before Lily had died. Yes, she had met Bella once. Yet this time, she wouldn't let her get away as easily as last time.

-Flashback-

It was right after Lily's Fifth year at Hogwarts and as usually Petunia felt the usual sting of jealousy as she and her parents went to fetch their second daughter from the railway station. As usual her sister was in a cheery mood as she said goodbye to her friends and hurried of to her family. Her parents greeted her happily, Petunia preferred to greet her later, alone in their room.

Lily though looked a bit worried as she saw her sister's cold attitude. Yet she chose to commentate that later. She wheeled her trolley back to the car park, relieved to finally be home, and to be spared on that Potter's gazes.

Finally home she tossed her backs on her bed, in the room she shared with her sister petunia. Petunia locked the door behind them before they could have the real sister to sister chat.

They had about reached the point with a special Potter when there was a knock on their window. Petunia opened the window curiously, outside stood a girl, about their age.

"Is Evans home?" the girl asked.

Petunia who really didn't like that girl's attitude, or looks answered.

"I am an Evans, what do you want?"

The girl smiled. Well, I just wanted to say that we won't need any Evans at Hogwarts, the school is already filled with Mudbloods as it is."

Petunia didn't know what Mudbloods were, but she could clearly understand that the girl had said something really evil towards her sister. "Go away!" she said and closed the window. She heard a blast outside but choose to ignore it. But next morning she would have to discover that half of the hedge that had been outside their window had been blown away.

-End Flashback-

Petunia hurried of to find Bella, but when she arrived at the lone street the woman had completely disappeared. Just then the Order had appeared behind her, late as usual.

Thursday

It was early, they were tired but still they sat in the cold classroom practising the two curses they had learnt in Advanced Curses. Their Master, Lucille Adamant, looked as ghostly pale as usual, but she was smiling because she saw her pupils had done a great achievement.

"Miss Ridgeback, what is the Death Experience Curse and how is it so effective?" she asked.

Cassandra, who almost always knew the answer said clearly and proudly…

"Death Experience is one of the most painful curses ever existing, but as unknown it still hasn't been classified as one of the Unforgivables. It was first created 654 DO by Ursula Knight, a Scottish landlady who in secret, right under the nose of her husband, the Scottish Minister of Magic. She used it to three years after their marriage take full control over Scotland. Luckily she was soon caught and sent to the hangman and so she died beheaded in April, exact date still unknown."

Harry shook his head. That girl surely could sound as if she ate books instead of read them.

"Excellent, now Mr Malfoy, would you be kind to demonstrate?"

Draco nodded, flicked his wand at a rat and said…

"Experior Mortis!"

The rat squeaked loudly, clearly being in burning pain. Draco removed his wand and the purple sparks that minutes before had erupted disappeared. The rat fled, not wanting to go through that again.

"Wonderful" Lucille said. "Now Mr Potter, would you be kind to tell us about the Soul Escape?"

Harry nodded and recited. "Soul Escape is the potential curse that cuts all connections with your soul and your body. It is dangerous as your soul floats away your body is unprotected for several minutes which would allow anyone from harming it, and if enough damage is done you might not be able to return. You aren't fully dead, you perhaps will never be able to die, but your soul is gone forever. The creator of Soul escape was a blind Greek Wizard called Ephocal. He created the curse in order to be able to kill all of his 598 enemies in one feast, which succeeded all though he received another 1946 enemies the same day, whom all killed him later. As it is, Soul Escape is another of those curses that hasn't been recorded as Unforgivable, because no one has seen it been used. There a good reason for that two, it takes a good deal of strength and power. If anything goes wrong it is very likely the curse rebounds upon the user."

"Excellent Mr Potter!" Master Adamant said. "Now Mr Longbottom, would you like to demonstrate?"

Neville nodded. He summoned a small rat from one of the corners, held it by the tail and murmured…

"Animus Evolo!"

The rat squeaked and the lay still. From somewhere above they could swear they heard a whisper from the spirit float upwards. Neville carefully placed the rat in a corner, where he knew no one would find it until the soul had rejoined with its body.

"Really good" Lucille said. "Now, we only have one more curse in store for this term. It is called Burning Hell, why is that Miss Granger?"

Hermione smiled and said…

"Burning Hell is one of the most grotesque curses of all. It is also deadly, as it burns the intestines in cold fire. When I say cold I mean these flames are made of ice, but ice feels worse inside then anyone could possible imagine. So far only two known persons have survived the curse. Morgan le Fay and Tom Marvolo Riddle."

"That is fully correct. Now, the incantation for this curse is Tenebree Ignis. Now, like always no practise on each other. We will begin on rats so summon yourself a rat and start now."

The lesson continued with practise and some really horrible experience. Hermione had the misfortune of seeing the spell in full effect as the intestines burn in these ice-blue flames. She promised herself not to do anything like that ever again.

The bell rang and they all hungrily hurried of to breakfast. Their usual lesson of Ancient Spells had been cancelled as their master had unsuccessfully been bitten by a werewolf. So after a well-deserved breakfast they did what they usually did. Hurried away to study, you wouldn't believe how much work they really had these days.

But as everyone disappeared, Ron still sat. he held the small necklace in his hand, the little thing Blaze had given him. He wondered what he would say, because he knew he would have to give it to her sooner or later. This was what blaze had told him.

"It's made of pure silver, the finest silver ever to be found. I think it would look great on Cassandra and besides, I made it from an acorn by the oak, you know, that oak we all love so deeply. Give it to her Ron, tell her it's a gift from your heart. You don't know how much it would mean for her."

Ron sighed and hurried of. He knew that he wouldn't be able to enter the Ravenclaw Chamber by himself, but he hoped she would let him enter, if he asked gently enough.

He hurried off to the sixth floor and prayed that his nerves wouldn't disobey him. Usually he was brave in everything, except for this. That Ravenclaw had no idea how much her presence could affect him.

Just then Blaze turned up, and as he saw Ron hurry after Cassandra he smiled. It wasn't usual for him to do these things, but after the crack that almost had appeared between the two heirs he knew he didn't have much of a choice. Also, the person with this kind of plan hadn't been his. He fully blamed this on Parvati, the new matchmaker in Hogwarts.

(The Ravenclaw Chamber)

Cassandra sat by a small fireplace when she all of sudden heard Ron calling from the other side of the wall. She got up and walked over to the entrance of the chamber, an inch small hole in the wall. In it she put one of her long fingers. Through some magical connection to her blood the hole widened, enough to let her boyfriend come in.

"Hi Ron, is something wrong?" she asked.

Ron stared at her in a way she had never seen him. He looked so unsure, and she felt scared.

"I just wanted to make sure you were okay. You know, after that stinking pest Krum came I have felt so scared. I never usually feel scared, but now… Oh Cassie, you don't know how confused and frightened I have been."

Cassandra stared at him, unable to say anything. She just had a very hard time trying to imagine seeing the heir of Gryffindor look scared, he was the bravest person she had met, very close to crazy, as she knew he could do things that were close to the word impossible. But him being frightened, it was hard to think.

"I also wanted to give you this," he said holding the silver acorn in his left hand. Cassandra opened her mouth but no words came. Ron carefully placed it around her neck.

"Ron, it's… it's so beautiful" she said still sounding stunned.

Rom smiled in return and kissed her lightly on the lips.

To Reviewers: Okay, I think I'm starting to make this into a little too much romantic fic', but oh well, but (hopefully) you don't mind. Anyway, I didn't get as many reviews as I hoped for, but haven't I come to far to quit!

Just joking, reviews are fun, but that's not the number one reason I'm writing this.

blaze potter: You don't have to thank me, actually if you hadn't asked me I think this story wouldn't have the quality I managed to create. You know Blaze (the character9 happened to b e one of the best characters I have ever thought of, even if you have helped out much. I'm not even sure to say I would own him either. You know why…

Silvar: HI again, kind of missed you, you know. I'm sorry I haven't been reading anything yet, but oh well. I haven't got time! Anyway, on to the real response…

I will not, kill Cassie today, maybe in the future (smiles evilly) No, can't tell you anything about that, well you know why. It would kill the suspense. Anyway, I'll think of it, I mean killing Krum. But if you read the previous chapter, at the flashback into Rosengard, you would have read one of the reasons, possible the real reason for Krum joining Voldemort.

End Notes:

As it looks there will be no more chapters until after Christmas, maybe not even New Year. I'm off to some Holiday, but don't worry, I will return. Until then, Merry Christmas everyone. If you want to follow the news about this story I will post everything at my Bio.

Merry Christmas Wishes

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Shitza