-A/N: Yall got lucky. I thought I was going to update Tuesday, but the computer turned out to be available today. I swear, you better like this chapter, it took for ever to write. I have been on writer's block for it since I've been finishing up Ch.2 and beginning to write Ch. 3. Oy! Anyways, enjoy and REVIEW.

Jacqueline was out of the hospital by Thursday before lunch, but didn't attend classes that day. At lunch, Hermione filled her in of what happened over the week and what was assigned for homework. She had to turn the following in on Monday:

Herbology: 15 inches on importance of plants in potions and where you can locate them.

10 inches on the Petal Vine

Charms: practice nonverbal spells

Potions: 20 inches on how the Firepower Potion is useful

20 inches on the Sleeping Draught

Transfiguration: List of spells that sound the alike and what they do

30 inches on long spells for Transfiguring and why they're useful

DADA: 15 inches on why it's important to be concentrating when attacked

15 inches on the Crucio spell

Astronomy: Star chart of the Northern Hemisphere

"How much work did you finish?" asked Harry after Astronomy.

"Well," replied Jacqueline, sorting through the piles of parchment in front of her, "I finished Herbology, Charms, and Potions. I'm half way through the Transfiguration essay."

"You should go rest. This is your first day out of the hospital," said Hermione.

"I think I'll finish. I only have 5 inches left," said Jacqui with a sigh.

"Well, good night then," said Harry and Ron. Hermione stayed and sat down by Jacqueline, thinking. No one said anything until Jacqueline finished her essay 10 minutes later.

"You've sat there in silence for the past ten minutes," said Jacqui, organizing her homework.

"Well," began Hermione, uncertain, "I need help." Jacqueline stopped her movements and looked up at Hermione with a stunned expression on her face, but she calmly replied, "With what?"

"The potions essay."

"Alright. Any part of it?" asked Jacqueline going back to organizing her homework.

"Well, I can't understand what he wants from us; the cause, the effect, ingredients, history. What!" she exclaimed getting angry.

"What I did, was I put parts of all those topics into the essay. See here," and Jacqueline handed Hermione her essay. The other read through it and then remarked quietly, "This is really good." She then starred out the window, "I could never match up to this."

"Hermione, look," said Jacqueline kindly, "This is not about trying to be as good as someone else or the best at everything. That is way too much pressure. Concentrate on being the best you can be. And if you need any help, just ask." Hermione looked at Jacqui in a whole new way. Never would she have thought that she could be so considerate.

"Thanks. I knew you wouldn't make a big deal out of this. And I would be grateful if you could tutor me in potions. It's just, from the time you came here I've felt challenged and in second place. You've seemed to know everything and be good in everything."

Jacqueline gave a sad laugh. "I know it may seem like it, but it takes time and hard work for me to pull that off."

"Why?"

Jacqueline thought for a minute then answered, "It's hard for me to explain. It's the way I was brought up; to be the best and excel in everything. My godfather wants me to be the finest witch of all time."

Towards the end of Sunday, Jacqueline had her homework finished, including the things that were assigned on Friday. The trio was long finished and was relaxing in the common room. Ron and Harry were involved in a game of chess. Hermione was looking through a copy of Hogwarts: A History. Jacqui was sitting in an armchair starring into the flaming coals in the fireplace. Eventually, she got bored and scooped up her homework.

"I think I'll pay a visit to the professors," she said crossly. As she descended to the dungeons, Jacqui dropped back into thought.

This weekend has been too peaceful. I would have been written to by this time.

Jacqui was incredibly worried. Worried what was in store for her.

Jacqueline opened the dungeon door and entered. Her gaze directly fell on a student bending over a caldron. He looked up and hissed, "Mireille." She returned coldly, "Malfoy."

With out another word, she walked up to Snape and said in her sweetest tone, "I've finished the assignments I've missed and thought of turning them in earlier. Thinking it would be a convenience to you."

Snape stared at her cooly and said, "I thought I said Monday?"

Assuming an apologetic expression, she said, "Well, I thought you would prefer to have them in earlier and…"

"When I said to turn them in Monday, I meant it would be convenient for me to have them Monday, Mireille," said Snape tranquilly.

"Very well, sir, I'll turn them in Monday," said Jacqueline turning to leave with a hurt tune, even though she couldn't care less.

Snape then did what he never thought he would. He softened his voice and said, "Since you're here I'll take it, but do not make a habit of this."

A satisfied smile, almost evil spread across Jacqueline's face before she turned around with a grateful expression.

"Thank you, sir."

A Gryffindor, evil? No way, thought Draco.

Just when Jacqueline was about to leave, a black owl flew in and landed in front of Jacqueline and by Draco's bubbling caldron. She staggered forward and Draco could've sworn that fear displayed itself on Jacqueline's face. She took the letter with the golden snake seal and opened it.

"I think I know that owl," said Snape and Jacqui froze and mumbled, "Oh, no. Fuck."

"Ms. Mireille."

"Yes, sir?" she said turning around, pale as death. Snape left his desk and stood in front of his student trying to enter her mind.

"Have you talked to your godfather lately?" Jacqueline's eyes grew big and it seemed that she was going to faint and minute.

"My godfather!" she gasped. Snape nodded slowly. Jacqueline's hands came to her heart and took a step back almost knocking Draco's work over.

"Watch it!" Malfoy said, but Jacqui seemed not to hear him.

"Sir, I know it's not my place to say what I'm going say, but-"

"Then it's better you didn't say it at all."

Jacqueline took a deep, angry breath and said, "But how dare you even think that. Me, communicate with my godfather? If that was so, I wouldn't be here, in this school, underneath the nose of the greatest sorcerer of all time, Albus Dumbledore. Oy! My godfather!" finished Jacqueline seething with anger.

Snape and Malfoy were taken aback. A student had never yelled at a professor in this fashion before. Malfoy then sneered.

She's gonna get it now. Wonder who this important godfather is.

His thoughts traveled to his childhood, but he didn't linger on them.

"I think 20 points for yelling at a teacher is suitable," said Snape.

"What!" exploded Jacqueline not able to sustain herself. "You insult me and take points away from my house. Sir, that is-"

"Silence. 10 more points from Gryffindor and four Fridays with me should cure that temper of yours," bellowed Snape, "And no mention of this to anyone. Anyone," said Snape looking at Malfoy who nodded.

Jacqueline stormed out of the dungeon with her letter and homework in hand.

"Out of my way," she yelled at a few 1st years that immediately scrambled to the side.

When Jacqueline entered the Common Room, all eyes were upon her as she flew past everyone with daggers in her eyes to the Girls' dormitories.

"I better go see what's wrong," said Hermione with Ginny following her. When the two entered, Jacqueline was lying on her bed, crying into her pillow.

"Jacqui?" said Hermione sitting on the edge of the bed. The girl didn't answer. While Hermione tried to find out what had happened, Ginny picked up the scattered parchment which was Jacqui's homework.

"Snape's homework is not here," remarked Ginny. Hermione looked from Ginny to Jacqui.

"Jacqui, want to tell me what happened in the dungeons?" Hermione asked. Jacqui nodded and tried to explain. All the two girls could make out was "homework," a couple mentionings about a "godfather," "yelling," and "Snape and Malfoy."

"Let her cry it out," said Hermione softly getting up.

"But," said Ginny not wanting to leave Jacqui like this.

"She'll be fine. She's got a strong mind and character."

With that they left.

"What was that all about?" asked Ron looking up from the chess game.

"We don't know," said Ginny. "She's crying and we couldn't get anything out of her."

"All we know," began Hermione, "Is that Snape's homework is gone. She said only five words; homework, godfather, yelling, Snape, and Malfoy."

"Malfoy?" said Ron and Harry in unison causing people to look at them.

"Yes. What I think is that Jacqui was turning her homework in and Snape yelled at her. Why? I do not know," said Hermione.

"And how does godfather and Malfoy fit into this?" asked Ron. Before he could receive an answer they heard a crash come from the girls' dormitory. In a second, Jacqueline rushed out, pale. The whole common room looked at her.

"Has anyone," said Jacqui, "anyone, seen my heart shaped pendant?" There was a murmur of no's and shaking of heads. People then returned to their work.

Jacqueline walked up to her four friends and said, "Could you please help me look for it?"

The four of them sat there starring at the transformation that took place in Jacqueline. The once proud, arrogant, and fearless girl had no trace of that left. She stood before them with tears covering her face and fear behind her eyes. Coming out of their shock, all four got up.

Hours later, the five met again in the Common Room. Jacqueline looked with hope upon them, but all shook their heads. Jacqui half sat, half fell onto the couch behind her. She looked as if someone petrified her. Her face was pale as death itself. Her eyes displayed fear and defeat.

"Why is this pendant so important?" asked Ginny.

Jacqueline's eyes lifted and looked at her friends. "It was given to me by my godfather," answered she, her voice hollow.

A/N: Ok, before you say anything. I know this is a cliffy, but who said life was fair? Your thoughts are upon the godfather and all I'll say is that he is one of the important figures in this fic. DO NOT disregard him, but I won't introduce him until Christmas. And now, REVIEW!