A/N: I would like to wish every one a Happy New Year! Did you know that today at 1:00pm, it was midnight in Russia? Yeah, they're already in the New Year! How sweet is that! Now, this is my last update for this year, so I'll talk to you after you review.

Oh, before I forget. SJCforever has her story up. It is called Harry Potter and the Last Battle. Check it out and I'm sure you'll enjoy it.

superspunky7- It is great to have you back! I am beyond happy. Now, I reread your E-mails and fixed all of the mistakes. Thank you very much. I plan on having maybe twenty or twenty-five more chapters after all the ones I sent you. I have to cover summer, Date #2, two weddings (hint, hint), and the next school year (I'll explain later). Oh, when are all the next chappys coming out… especially Black Roses and Draco's Memory? Can't wait to read on.

Don't forget to review all of you.

"Now, who would like to go first?" asked Skarelli first thing Tuesday afternoon.

No one said anything.

Jacqueline whispered to herself, but the trio heard her, "Crap, I forgot. Think, Amy think."

"Who's Amy?" thought the three.

"Anyone? It's better you volunteer than I pick you. Fine then," Skarelli reached into a hat and pulled out a piece of parchment. "Ms. Granger, you first."

Hermione's face turned scarlet, never having to sing in front of anyone before, she felt a bit awkward and embarrassed.

"Now, not a word. You are to take your classmates by surprise," reminded the Professor and glanced at her assignment.

Genre: Wizards

Audience: Should affect everyone.

Composed by self or someone else: by self

Species that composed (if someone else): Doesn't Matter.

Song or music: Song

Length limit: No limit

Language: Any

Duet: No

Hermione waved her wand at the record player and music at a steady beat with a magical feel to it, started.

"To clear the sky of all stars,

And to plant gardens in seconds,

And to stop a tsunami,

Magic can do all that.

I have a certificate of completion,

The problem is though,

That I'm a great magician,

Only on paper.

The teachers spent great time on me,

Time was wasted on me though.

Even though the greatest wizard of all time taught me.

I didn't listen to the wise teacher well,

Everything that was assigned, I did averagely.

I wanted thunder to come, (Play on words, thunder and goat sound the same in Russian)

And a goat appeared,

A pink goat,

In a yellow stripe,

Instead of a tail is a leg,

And on the leg are the horns,

I would never want to meet with that goat.

The teachers spent great time on me,

Time was wasted on me though.

Even though the greatest wizard of all time taught me.

I didn't listen to the wise teacher well,

Everything that was assigned, I did averagely.

I wanted an iron to appear,

An elephant appeared abruptly.

Wings like a bee,

Instead of ears, flowers.

At night I have a disturbing dream,

The goat and elephant weep,

Weep and say,

"What have you done to us?"

"What have you done to us?"

The teachers spent great time on me,

Time was wasted on me though.

Even though the greatest wizard of all time taught me.

I didn't listen to the wise teacher well,

Everything that was assigned, I did averagely."

At the end of the song, Hermione sat back down, her face not as red as before. People were showing muse on their face and Hermione wasn't sure if that was good or not.

"Ritorno," said Skarelli , "Good job, Ms. Granger. Ms. Parvarti, you're up next."

After Parvati, Neville, Blaise, and Nott, was Harry's turn.

Harry's music was something like a ballad.

"Every year,

There are more of us somehow.

In schools now,

First year is something like seventh.

The professor assigns,

Really hard problems,

Even the headmaster,

Is crying over them.

Or else it will be,

Or else it will be,

Or else it will be oi, yo, yoi.

Or else it will be,

Or else it will be,

Or else it will be oi, yo, yoi.

A problem occurred for us,

Another composition,

Even Lev Tolstoy in his years,

Didn't write anything like this.

I never go out anymore,

Don't even keep track of time,

I'm always studying my heart out,

About all these subjects.

Or else it will be,

Or else it will be,

Or else it will be oi, yo, yoi.

Or else it will be,

Or else it will be,

Or else it will be oi, yo, yoi.

Every year,

There are more of us somehow.

In schools now,

First year is something like seventh.

I go to bed at midnight,

No energy to undress,

It would be wonderful to become an adult immediately,

To take a brake from childhood.

Or else it will be,

Or else it will be,

Or else it will be oi, yo, yoi.

Or else it will be,

Or else it will be,

Or else it will be oi, yo, yoi.

Oi!

A/N: Just so you know, this is an actual song. And the translation might be a little whack, but that's my fault now. I changed a few things to fit the wizards.

People around him were nodding in agreement, some were laughing (but that was the song's doing), and some were just deep in thought.

"Ritorno," said Skarelli, "Ms. Mireille, you're next."

Jacqueline sighed and tried to appear prepared. The trio gave her a few words of encouragement. Jacqui went to the front and stared at her classmates. She racked her brain and then remembered she had to write it by herself.

Damn it. She thought again.

A tune fell into her head and she directed her wand at the player. A guitar began to play a soft melody.

"I do not know,

Who spreads rumors about me.

That I live without sadness and worries,

That in the whole world,

I am luckier than everybody else,

And that I succeed in everything I do.

Just like everyone else,

I walk this Earth,

And just like everyone else,

I ask destiny for happiness.

I ask for happiness.

Don't believe anyone that says that I live in Heaven,

And that disasters walk around me,

But, just like everyone else,

I tire towards the evening,

And am gloomy,

And sometimes I cry.

Just like everyone else,

I walk this Earth,

And just like everyone else,

I ask destiny for happiness.

I ask for happiness.

The music becomes more powerful and depressing. Amy's voice becomes lower and more powerful.

Life shakes and hits me,

But I know of only one remedy against disasters,

When you're deathly unlucky,

Say that you're lucky anyway.

Then back to the original softness.

Just like everyone else,

I walk this Earth,

And just like everyone else,

I ask destiny for happiness.

I ask for happiness.

Just like everyone else,

I ask destiny for happiness.

I ask for happiness."

The room was silent and everyone looked up at Jacqui in wonder. She portrayed the song with emotion and had such feeling for the words that they felt real. A gloomy mood settled over the classroom.

"Ritorno," said Skarelli for the hundredth time that day to return the students to their original state.

After a couple Ravenclaws, Draco's name was pulled.

"Mr. Malfoy, last presenter of the day. Let see what you have for us."

Draco got up solemnly and walked to the front of the class. He waved his hand towards the record player on his way to the front and a disk placed itself on it. With a nod of his head music started. It was a soft sad melody.

"I dedicated to you,

All of my songs,

I opened myself up to you;

Take what you want.

And with hope I waited,

When the ice breaks,

But in your heart,

Love doesn't live.

I didn't know that love could be bitter,

And a heart so lonely,

I didn't know,

I didn't know.

But still,

I wish you happiness,

There's no reason for us to meet,

That's all I'll say,

That's all I'll say.

I never met,

Anyone more beautiful than you,

And the soul chilled,

From that beauty.

But in the dear eyes,

I saw an answer,

And the soul froze,

From the cold 'no'.

The music becomes more emotional and Draco's voice fit it perfectly as his voice slowly raised itself.

I didn't know that love could be so bitter,

And a heart so lonely,

I didn't know,

I didn't know.

But still,

I wish you happiness,

There's no reason for us to meet,

That's all I'll say,

That's all I'll say.

With each line the music became filled with more passion.

I didn't know that love could be bitter,

And a heart so lonely,

I didn't know,

I didn't know.

But still,

I wish you happiness,

There's no reason for us to meet,

That's all I'll say,

That's all I'll say.

The last note was held for a fair amount of time and the chorus line was sung with a large emphasis and a deep feeling.

But still,

I wish you happiness,

There's no reason for us to meet,

That's all I'll say,

Then in a whisper.

That's all I'll say."

Dead silence.

All the guys were in deep thought. All girls had tears running down their cheeks save one. Jacqueline seemed to be unaffected by it all, but what she was feeling inside didn't surface.

Pain filled Draco as he saw that his composition had no effect on the one he wrote it for.

But if Jacqueline let her feelings show, the whole plan would be ruined and she would have to pay dearly for it.

"Wonderful job, Mr. Malfoy," said Skarelli after some time. "Now, some of you," he said, "oh, wait, ritorno, still need to master this art."

The last half hour was spent in studying how to repel the music's spell.

"Next time, I want all of you to compose something yourselves and present it to the class. The nature of you composition is your choice. Your grade will be based on how it'll affect the audience."

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In Gryffindor Common Room…

"That was the most beautiful thing I've ever heard," said Hermione.

"Malfoy has done something right, for once," said Harry quietly. The trio tried not to press the subject to much, not knowing how it'll affect Jacqueline.

"That really was beautiful," agreed Jacqui, speaking for the first time since her song.

"Rumor has it, he had to write it himself," said Ron.

Jacqui nodded and said quietly, "He did. I read his assignment sheet."

That was the truth, but it hit the trio somewhat awkwardly.

Nothing was said afterwards.

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Jacqueline was standing in front of the mirror gazing at herself in a beautiful white dress. Yes, she was getting married that day and she felt a sense of excitement. Finally she was going to marry the man she loved and be cared for and loved. She took the bouquet of red roses, not white. Even to that day she couldn't bare to look at a white rose; the death of her parents very close to the surface of her memories.

Jacqueline walked down the aisle and stood next to the groom, who the sleeping Jacqueline didn't see yet.

"If anyone objects to the union of this…"

"I object," came an impatient voice.

Jacqueline turned around and looked at no one other than Ronald Weasley.

"And what is your reason, sir?" asked the minister.

"Amaryllis Riddle doesn't deserve the love and commitment of a husband. She has been known to spread sorrow and even hurt the man she is about to marry. Judge yourself if she should be allowed to marry."

Jacqueline woke up with a start.

Why was she dreaming of her wedding?

Why did Ron object?

Would she hurt him too?

And the man she was to marry? She didn't see him and at this point in her life it could be anyone.

Why did he call her Amaryllis Riddle?

Did he know?

Would he find out?

So many questions were running through Jacqui's head that she wasn't willing to go back to sleep.

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Next morning, Professor McGonagall went up to Jacqui at breakfast.

"Ms. Mireille, Professor Dumbledore wants to see you in his office at this moment," she said.

Jacqui nodded, no emotion showing on her face. She got up from the table and swung her book bag onto her shoulder. She waved bye to the trio and turned to leave.

"Oh, Ms. Mireille, the Headmaster likes Ginger Snaps," said McGonagall.

Jacqui nodded and proceeded to the office. She entered the room and had to appear before the scrutinizing glare of her godfather.

He shook his head and said, "I am not happy. It seems there is no way to teach you a lesson. What? We have tried pretty much everything. Crucio, Avada Kedavra, Imperius, what is there left?"

Jacqueline didn't answer and stared at Voldemort.

The other lifted his wand and said, "Tous Dominateur."

Jacqueline felt as if she was drained of all substance. In a moment she was filled up again, but it seemed as if all her thoughts, words, and future actions had a barrier around them.

"Now, this'll keep you in line," said Voldemort. "You may go."

Jacqueline nodded and left, without a word.

A/N: I know I'm horrible, but it is all part of my plot. Hermione's song was called 'The Unable Wizard'. It is a Russian song that I took the liberty to translate… actually all future Russian songs will be translated by me. Harry's song was called, 'Song of the First Grader'. Jacqui's song was called, 'Song About Me'. Oh, and I absolutely love Draco's song. Now, it was called 'Bitter Love'. And all four of these compositions were Russian. The first three were sung by Alla Pugacheva and 'Bitter Love' is sung by Philip Kirkorov.