Shitza: Okay, I will have to try and start writing again, to fight against this evil writer's block. It was really ages since last update, so sorry!

Shitza

Chapter 37 In the Mirror

Neville sat in the Hufflepuff Chamber tending to some jelly lupines. It was a weird little plant, made completely out of some kind of jelly and it was barely visible from certain distances. He needed some of the jelly plant for a potion he had to prepare for professor Snape till tomorrow morning. To admit it, he was still a bit scared by Snape, he had always been. So instead of having said that a potion master could make his potions for himself, he had nodded and disappeared to this room.

By his side e had a cauldron, simmering with the green liquid. The potion was basically made of herbs, very strong and effective. Yet it wasn't the nicest of kinds, after all it made your ears start whistling. Neville had no idea what the Professor was thinking of doing with it, he had a feeling he didn't want to know. The problem was, that his Inner eye showed him a thousand of different pictures of the professor and a Hufflepuff boy. So on that way, he already knew.

Neville put the jelly flowers into the cauldron and watched as the liquid turned darker. He sighed, it irritated him to know he could prevent things, but that fate didn't let him. Whenever he tried it was as if something else got hold of him and gently took that thought or feeling away. This was another of those things; he was forced to brew this potion. He didn't know why…

Sighing he let the fire go out and the potion to cold. It was ready. He took a small glass bottle and filled it. Then he rose from his seat and hurried down to the dungeons to find the waiting professor. Snape would probably complain a lot about things, but he would try hard not to listen. At least, ever since Neville had inherited the Hufflepuff power, the professor had stopped most times to complain about things. That was a relief.

Harry and the remaining heirs had assembled in the Room of Requirement in order to test Ron's remaining powers. It had been clear for all of the, that ever since Voldemort had managed to catch Ron, the Gryffindor's powers had gotten weaker. Ron lit a great fire in the centre of the room, which had changed to look like something similar to the Gryffindor chamber. But as he would try to make it rise, only one quarter obeyed. The rest remained as dead fire.

Hermione slowly lifted her hand towards her mouth, she didn't let a sound come out, but she was deeply worried. Cassandra didn't want to look. Draco remained with a worried expression on his face. Harry sat with his hands clenched. He was so angry on Voldemort that he could scream out it all. But that would probably make the castle rustle so much people would panic.

Ron was panting and deeply shocked. He looked slowly at his hands before howling like a lost werewolf. Harry looked up at him, a tear glimmering in the faint sunlight. Draco pulled Hermione closer, the brown haired girl was crying softly into her boyfriends shoulder. Cassandra didn't have anyone to lean on; instead she fled out the window, transformed as the eagle. She couldn't take all this…

She slowly flew back to the Ravenclaw common room. People who saw her let her pass as she hurried towards the girls' dormitory. She ran all the way until she reached her dorm. There she flung herself into her bed, to cry… It took her some time to calm down, but when finally the tears were out, she whispered silently to herself.

"Why! Why!"

None of her fellow roommates were in, most were still at home. She wished she could have gone home, but what home did she really have? Everything seemed to be against her!

She got back to her feet; she went over to a small table, with a mirror. She looked like a real mess; her hair was loose and tangled. She was pale, and her eyes were blood red from all crying. She took her brush to do something against this. But as she started something happened and the mirror in front of her started glowing.

Neville was half way down the dungeons when another Sight came to him. He saw darkness, darkness swallowing a blue light. And a high evil laughter. He shook awake and hurried into the opposite direction. He needed to find the others, and fast. Cassie's life was all in one thread.

Meantime the four other heirs, still sitting in the room of requirement all watched Ron throwing a fit. He was so disappointed about himself tears weren't enough to express himself. Instead he cursed in dark languages and cursed everything that moved. Hermione had conjured a shield to block the others and herself from it. By then, Neville showed up, nearly getting his hair burnt away by a nearby stunner.

"RON, STOP THROWING CURSES AROUND, CASSANDRA IS IN TROUBLE!"

Ron stopped in mid air, the four others looked confused at Neville.

"What do you mean, Neville?" Draco asked. "What has happened?"

Neville inhaled deeply. "Voldemort is planning to steal her powers as well, he is travelling between a mirror that is currently sucking Cassie's Ravenclaw strength away!"

Ron didn't need to hear more, he hurried off towards the Ravenclaw Tower. Harry, Neville, Hermione and Draco hurried after. It was a race against time. Every second was fateful.

As the heirs all hurried through the Ravenclaw common room, other Ravenclaws stared at them, not understanding a thing. Ron, Harry and Draco all went towards the girls' dormitory. They ignored levitated upwards and hurried towards Cassandra's dorm. Hermione stayed below together with Neville. Both of them asked if any Ravenclaw knew what Cassandra was doing and how she was, as she must have returned to the dorm.

In the Ravenclaw dorm Ron found, to his fear, Cassandra lying in front of what seemed to be a large black hole. Silver chains led what looked like waves of power towards it. Ron ran over to her side while Draco and Harry did their best to close this thing. Wing and water combined into one deadly wave of magic that with a swift blow closed this damn hellhole that had appeared.

Seconds later, Hermione and Neville came up to them, yet Cassandra remained cold and motionless. 'God please don't let her die' Ron thought.

TBC

pat: Thanks, I am so sorry it took such a long time to update. Hope you liked this chapter!

rgthty: Oh well, no matter if you care or not, I hope you don't hate this story. If there is something you would like to say then spit it out. I can take flames, of all sorts, but I am not quitting this story.

End Notes:

Yay, writer's block is gone, but writing spirit seems lower then ever. I will not though quit this story. I have gone too far for quitting now.

Shitza