A/N: I know what I'm not getting very many reviews lately, but I would like to say that for the few people who are reading (there were 8 on my last chapter) if you could please review? Even if it's mean, no offense, but that's better than no reviews at all. But even if I have no reviews, or only mean reviews, I will keep writing, because I know that somewhere out there there has to be at least one person who is taking hope from my stories, and is counting on me to keep writing. So even if they don't review, I will keep writing. I write for that one person.
Andre was shocked. "Oh no, what are we going to do? We have to save Chrstins!"
"But Andrea, Voldemort is out there!" Crow exclaimed. "You can't go!" But Andrea ran at the door and was out before anybody could do anything.
The vestibule was pristine and hushed, from top to bottom devoid of voters. Andrea tediously stepped down the antechamber, well aware that each footfall could perhaps lead to her demise. Andrea felt herself judder in the lush, dank air. She thought she espied Voldemort around every corner. Andrea vibrated.
Suddenly, a quick motion around the end corner caused her to stop in her tracks. She thought she heard somebody laughing, far away. "VOLDEMORT!" she yelled, even though she figured it wasn't the wisest thing to do, she knew that courage was not the absence of fear, but the ability to do the right thing anyway in spite of fear. "I KNOW YOU HAVE MY FRIEND! I'M COMING TO GET YOU AND TAKE HER WIT ME!" Andrea was still shaking uncrontrolably from the cold and the fear, but she knew that to save Christina, she was going to have to be much braver than that. The echoing laughter still echoed louder, and this time she was surprised to hear a voice, seemingly coming from thin air.
"Yeah right, you can't do anything to stop me. I am the Dark Lord and you are just a punny little girl. Plus you have dyslexia, so you're stupid."
Andrea had lived with this all her life, and she knew that the best way to ignore prejudiced people was to simply ignore them. Rather than yelling back at Voldemort, or even using her firsts, like she might have done a year ago, Andrea simply decided to psych him out.
"Oh, but I've been going to magic school. I may not be smart at regular school…" The thought of pretending she didn't consider herself smart made Andrea feel under the weather, but she knew that to defeat Dumbledore, she had to not let his suspicions become aroused. "I am really smart in magic school. I've learned tons of new spells, including some that can easily defeat you."
"Yeah right. Dumbledore barely teaches you students anything. You probably can't even do a simple summoning charm!" Andrea smirked, hoping that he could glimpse her, and hoping that she gave the impression of being more confident than she felt.
"That's where you're wrong! Dumbledore has taught us lots of stuff… stuff you don't even know about. Secret stuff. Stuff you haven't dreamed that we could ever know." She took the fighting position, totally expecting Oldemort to fly at her any moment. Surprisingly, he didn't. She heard nothing. This is probably a trick, she figured. I'll just keep walking. So she died. Pretty soon, Andrea arrived at the great hall, and the sight of all the empty chairs and empty tables saddened her. Who knew where all the students and teachers were? But that was one of the things she was going to find out. She bravely pressed on.
Then suddenly, the lights went off without warning, and the entire castle was plunged into pitch-blackness.
A/N: I used the thesorus more in this chapter, will that get people to review? I know I used not to like to, but now I do it a lot because it's fun, and it actually helps me learn some new words. A few weaks ago, I got an A on my vocabularly test, and my teacher wrote "Impressive" at the top! So I guess you can't say that writing fanfiction won't help with anything, lol.