Author's Note: This chapter will be partly held in third person for a reason.

Chapter 11:

A soft humming fill the vast halls of the Malfoy Mansion. Narcissa sighs deeply at the sound. Things have not changed at all. Her mind fills with the constant worry of her son. He is so vengeful, like his father. She loved Lucius, long ago when he didn't see the world as he does now.

"Mother?" Narcissa turns to see the only one who was flawless. Her angel. The light of her life.

"Yes Jasmine?" The grave look on her daughter's face was frightening. She was forever happy, unless she saw something she shouldn't have.

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Rushing wind. Cold. Calm. Danger has always been my high. I do things I shouldn't to prove that I am strong, that I can survive even myself.

That will be my downfall. The stone walkway approaches ever closer, faster than I ever expected. I shut my eyes and welcome it. Embrace it. A wistful smile crosses my face. Finally.

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Narcissa falls into a panic as her daughter's eyes loll backward and the girl collapses to the ground.

"No!" She runs to her daughter's side, lifting her head from the ground, and gently shaking her to bring her to life. "Jasmine. Please. Tell me what you saw."

The young girl's eyes snap open, the red irises showing intently. In a sweet voice, almost disturbing she speaks her last words. "You wouldn't hurt my dolly. Would you mommy?"

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The morning after:

Whispers of concern surround my form. I can feel their pain, their disappointment. I meant to hurt myself but succeeded in only causing pain in those I love. What is wrong with me? Is anything I do ever right?

A sharp intake of breath. I feel it. The symbol of my curse. The stabbing continues in my neck until I gather the common sense to consider asking someone for assistance. I'm perfectly aware of my surroundings. Anyone who came up with a decision to commit suicide in Hogwarts (and survive) would immediately be sent to the Hospital Wing. It is only common sense. The wouldn't dare send me to St. Mungo's. Professor Dumbledore is to wise to let a scandal such as this reach the public eye.

It hurts again. An ongoing tennis match within my head confuses me so. Why is it that I can never make a decision? If I "awake" and ask for any type of help that would give away my position. My purpose in this world. That can never be known. Only those who are chosen may be allowed to even understand the importance of a simple secret such as that.

Not so simple when you are involved however.

I can hear the whispers more clearly now. They speak louder. They probably believe that no such sound will awake me now when I have remained unconscious for who knows how long.

"What shall we do Albus? Should we let the others know?" Professor McGonagall. Someone I have come to respect.

"No. It would cause too much confusion and pain. You say the person to find her was Francesca, the exchange student?"

She is more than an exchange student.

"Yes. She was concerned and somewhat angry. She frightened me somewhat. Her eyes can make you feel as if she sees this as only your fault."

Uncommon. Francesca can see right through your conscience. Right into the bowels of your very soul.

A dark chuckle. "Yes. She is one of the more… accusatory of the group. Does anyone else know of this?"

More than accusatory. More of a more than charming (at times) witch who can make you feel wonderful about telling the truth. Or her beauty can be used to her advantage with boys.

"No. What do you suggest we do? We can't announce suddenly that Ms. Granger has become someone new, and has been lying to us all these years."

Lie. I hate that word. It is the most commonly used word in my life. Lying. Lie. Liar. What has become of the always truthful Sierra? She's gone.

"We are going to have to announce Ms. Granger's death. This young girl will have to carry more than two identities on her back. Poor creature. She'll never have a life without worry. Now, I suggest, Minerva, that you fetch some chocolate from the kitchens, while Ms. Ventina here explains from the beginning how she came to be like this." Footsteps out the door and I know the Professor will take her time and have Albus tell her himself later.

I decide to "awake" not much worth hiding any longer with his all seeing eyes and his brilliant mind. I open my eyes slowly and wince at the sudden sunshine I see coming through the open window.

"I will gladly close the window Ms. Ventina, as soon as you tell me why this all began." His blue eyes twinkle in amusement and I know that he knows perfectly well why it all begun, but he knows in his heart that it would help a great deal for me to explain.

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The clattering of knives at dinner fill the Great Hall, as does gossip of Hermione's disappearance. Ron and Harry's eyes were tired, even though the day had not ended. They would never admit to the silent tears they had shed, but it was evident that they had occurred.

"Attention please." Albus Dumbledore stood. Many were confused as to why he would stand in the middle of dinner, but more were intrigued. "I am aware of the interest in Ms. Granger's disappearance from the school grounds." A pause to gather his will to lie. "She died early this morning, from a fall out her window. Do not mistake this as a purposeful action, no. She was a brilliant and happy student, but a simple mistake such as that, can cause so much pain." Pause. "Do not approach anyone," here he glances at Ron and Harry, "who you may think would have the answers. I'm afraid that they are suffering enough without people coming up to them and pestering them for answers they wish they had themselves." His accusing stare makes everyone look down at their plates in shame.

At the Slytherin table things are different. Draco hears everything Dumbledore says, but he can't believe that someone who could've been a friend or something more, died. Am I EVER allowed at least a little joy in my life? The one thing I had that made me happy was taken away and now Gra-Hermione has been too?

This world may be cruel. This world may be vengeful.

But so am I.

Author's Note: Yeah! I finally finished this chapter!!! Please Review!!! Don't be mad get glad!!!!