Chapter Fifteen----------

A/N- Okay, so I'm assuming that you all don't want art in the story seeing as you didn't leave any comments on my xanga; or possibly didn't even take the time to read this A/N or the last one. Too bad, 'cause I had some good art I could've posted..

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"You sit." Being shoved into an uncomfortable chair is not a pleasant thing to encounter, especially when two angry friends are the ones shoving; along with deep cuts and bruises on places that were painful when forced into a sitting position.

"Er..what's wrong guys?" I winced in pain as they glared at me from their spots standing in front of me, arms crossed looking angry and…was that a smidge of concern?

"What's wrong? Nothing's wrong with us. We're more worried about you!" Erin ripped open the sleeve of my long-sleeve shirt. "I mean, what the hell, Al! What are these from? I know it wasn't from 'falling down a hill'." Andy had come near the armrest to examine my fore arm closer.

I slumped down in my chair. "You guys wouldn't understand.." My voice was barely audible but I'm assuming that they heard because then Erin pinched the area between her eyes as a sign of frustration and asked why they wouldn't understand. I sighed. "It's complicated. I don't even understand."

Man, were we lucky today was a Saturday and there weren't many people in the library. I stood from my seat and walked over the chain-link barrier separating the accessible library from the restricted section and starting sifting through the books, aware of my friends' gaze upon me.

"Why don't you tell us what you know and we'll figure the rest together." Erin's voice was soft in contrast of the intimidating voice she saved for people other than us. I stood there, book in hand, but not focusing on the book. My thoughts were drifting off to my family. 'I miss them so much..' I gazed down at the book I had in my grasp; something about Inferi. I placed it back in it's proper place when the book title three books down caught my eye. 'Deadly creatures: Feared by wizards and half-breeds alike'

I slipped the book in my bag for late reading. "Come on then." I jumped over the chain and weaved through the many books shelves and past an alert Madam Pince, all the way with Andy and Erin on my heels. We walked for awhile in tense silence, taking abrupt turns here and there; I wasn't exactly familiar of my way to the common room. "Baldersmill." Avoiding the swift opening of the portrait, I ducked under and jumped into the tunnel.

"M'kay then, I'll tell you what I know, which isn't much, but all well." They situated in front of my chair like we were sharing a good ol' round of scary stories. I then proceeded to tell them what I could remember of what Dumbledore had told me; how my father wouldn't join Voldemort in his beginning reign, how Voldemort had his revenge by killing my family, and about my transformation about a month back, explaining the wounds they discovered. Throughout the process I hadn't let them interrupt me, because if I would've, I would've just stopped talking; they seemed to understand well enough.

When I was finished, they both had a look of confusion and curiosity. "So..er..yeah. Now you..um..know?" They looked up at my lame finish.

I remember hearing the term 'Erian' being mentioned before, but I was much younger…" Andy's voice drifted as Erin nodded along in agreement.

"Well, Al, we really appreciate you confiding in us about something so important to us; I only think it appropriate that we at least tell you about our lives." I wasn't expecting that in the least. I mean, I would've expected them to stare in shock. I mean, this can't be normal…

Erin started to tell about her family, which consisted of her father, and older brother; her brother had moved out two years ago and she hadn't heard from him since then. Her father on the other hand, upset about her brother's abrupt absence, turned to drinking; it didn't help matters that her mother had left him early on in the marriage, leaving him to parent two children on his own. Erin spent a lot of her time taking care of her father; hiding his liquor as to help him with his addiction. Erin also had a summer job at Diagon Alley's very own Leaky Cauldron, to help pay for school items and other miscellaneous items of need. I could tell that Erin wasn't very fazed by all of this; I could tell she was stronger than that.

Andy had then told me of her background. She lived with her mother, father, grandparents, and little brother in the country. She was more quiet then the rest of her family, spending most of her time reading or trying to invent kinds of spells and such. Her mother and father were Unspeakables at the Ministry of Magic; so there for, they left the house at random only to return unable to talk about what they were working about to anyone.

"Well folks, I don't know about you; but I'm starving!" Erin rose bringing us up with her. I checked the grandfather clock in the far corner to see that it was nine thirty in the morning. 'Jebus, what time did we wake up?' I followed them in a thick daze of thought.

I had just broken Dumbledore's wishes. I told somebody about my condition. 'Aw crap.' What would happen now? Did he already know? He seems like the kind of person to know everything; where it happened, what time, and what people had been wearing at that precise moment.

Bam! "Wahh! What the hell!" I looked up from my newly found position on the cold marble floor to see nothing but a wall. Rubbing the sore spot on my forehead I looked around to see Erin on the floor with laughter, while Andy gripped the wall next to the Great Hall entrance trying to catch her breath. "Ha ha. Shut your trap." I walked into the Great Hall and took my seat and started to eat. Erin and Andy came along later, still red in the face from laughing. The mail owls began to fly through an opening in the ceiling.

"Is that a pigeon!"

Well, do you remember Frog? The infamous pigeon? If not, re-read the chapters.