A/N: Daaaamn. I got some angry reviews. I'm sorry the story is depressing, but the previous chapter was the point where it was the most evil. It won't be like that again. Promise. I'm steadily finishing Ch. 52 and moving on to Ch.53 so I'm staying way on top of things.

Happy late Birthday to batbones. Her birthday was yesterday? I lost all track of time. I'm not sure what is what any more. NEwayz, everyone wish her a happy birthday.

SJCforever- I already answered your question.

batbones- Always nice to receive angry reviews from you and Happy late Birthday.

krillball6- I'm sorry the chapter was crappy, but it had to happen that way. I had that moment planned ever since my birthday (Oct. 14). And that was the last bad part of the story… I think? There maybe one more, but not as extreme as this. This chappy is a little better. It'll be a bit mean, funny, and depressing, but that's life.

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Jacqueline took in a deep breath as she was about to open the doors of the Great Hall. She was not permitted to ride the train, as the Minister didn't want too much discomfort among the students. Jacqueline opened the doors and a silence rang out. Jacqui scanned the hall with doubt in her eyes. She received stares of hate, fear, and mockery. She sighed and took a seat at the far end of the Gryffindor table, as far away from everyone as possible. The two Ministry wizards that were with her took seats on opposite sides of her.

"You better eat up now. You won't have these kinds of meals in Azkaban," smirked one of the wizards.

"I understand you have to follow me around, but save your mockery for someone else," said Jacqueline sharply.

The wizard fell silent and stole an apple from the table. A gloomy mood settled over the whole hall.

"Ms. Riddle, please follow me," said McGonagall.

Jacqueline got up and said coldly, "Please call me Mireille, Professor."

McGonagall surveyed her with reproach and set off out of the Great Hall.

"Now, you shall eat up here," said McGonagall, showing Jacqui the Room of Requirements. "Until the students get used to you here."

Jacqui nodded softly, walked passed the room three times and a door appeared. Her breakfast was spent in quiet.

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In the first two classes (Herbology and Charms), Jacqueline went completely unnoticed by the Professors and that pissed Jacqueline off. When she came to the Common Room during their free period, she sat down in a desolate corner and began working on her homework. During that hour, she was avoided by everyone and she had to endure to listen to everyone's happy and animated voices.

When Double Potions came rolling around, the fun began.

"Ah, good day to all of you," was the first thing Snape said. Glances were passed around the room as Snape just said something… well… pleasant. "I'm in a good mood today so why don't you bottle me the emotion of happiness."

Hermione's hand shot up.

"What now, Ms. Granger?" asked Snape.

"Sir, it is impossible to take control of emotions."

Snape's eyes darkened. "No it is not. Ms. Mireille, please guide Ms. Granger out of her know-it all foolishness."

This was the first time anyone acknowledged Jacqueline and the girl felt a sense of happiness inside… even if it was Snape.

"There is one way to collect an emotion. It is very hard, but still it is possible. You have to know the right way to mix certain ingredients in order to, as people say, 'bottle an emotion'."

"Thank you, Ms. Mireille. Ten points for Gryffindor," said Snape.

Everyone stared Snape as he just gave Gryffindor points for the first time in years.

"The ingredients you are allowed to use are on the board. The one who achieves to bottle happiness will receive a homework pass for the rest of the week."

A murmur went throughout the room as everyone got up to the storage cabinet.

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"I'm sorry, Ms. Granger, but your potion takes away sadness and not happiness. Try again," said Snape, after one hour of work.

"How disappointing," he said after the second hour. "No one able to brew up the perfect potion. This'll mean two rolls of homework on the proper way of brewing. Yes, Ms. Mireille?"

Jacqueline put her hand back down and said softly, "I think I have it."

Snape raised an eyebrow, but a thin smile stretched across his lips. He walked over to where Jacqui's cauldron was. He peered inside and nodded in consent; recognizing the dark liquid.

"A job well done," he said at last. "No homework for the rest of the week and fifteen points for Gryffindor. As for the rest of you, you should be happy that you have one good Potions maker among you. Ms. Mireille just made your homework a fifteen inch essay."

Everyone looked at Snape. No one could understand what changed him.

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In the next few days, Jacqueline was still ignored by the students, but the teachers began to be more responding to her.

"Come to talk to me now, have you?" asked Jacqueline on a Friday afternoon, as Harry walked up to her. "You sure I won't kill you at first glance?"

The ministry wizards straightened themselves.

"A joke, just a joke," Jacqueline reassured them and then mumbled to herself something about 'not being able to take a joke.'

Harry stared at her for some seconds and then said, "You are Seeker of the Quidditch team after all. We have practice tomorrow at ten in the morning."

Jacqueline nodded and her insides trembled as someone finally spoke to her.

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"HARRY JAMES POTTER!" screamed Ginny as she entered the Common Room.

Everyone stared at her as she marched to Harry and Ron. Hermione was still not speaking to them after the time Harry broke up with her.

"How dare you allow her to come to practice?" she said, her voice slowly coming back to normal.

"Ginny, come down," said Harry.

"Then tell me."

Harry sighed and said, "The last game of the year is for seventh years and Quidditch players only. She is the best Seeker we've had in years. I am not throwing the chance of beating Slytherin away."

"But she…"

"I know, but there's not much she can do without her wand."

Ginny fell onto the couch and sighed.