A/N oh my goodness, what happened to all of my faithful reviewers? (

Here's your Chapter Six, then. If you just HAVE to have it ;)

Chapter Six – Jasper's POV

The Corner of the Potions Classroom was dank and smelled of dried herbs. I gasped, scrunching my nose against the unpleasantly strong odor. Apparently, my charge was supposed to be in this Classroom. His first class of the year, apparently. The Potions teacher smiled acidly, as though ready my thoughts against the smell. I doubt he needed that power. The look of absolute revulsion on my face was quite enough to give anyone a clear message, dense as one may be.

Before long, students began to file into the room, chattering excitedly. The smell of rich, luscious blood filled the room, and I stiffened. One smell could out do all of them, and a girl sitting so close to Harry Potter it presented a problem was emanating it. If she continued to sit by him, I may not be able to perform my duties.

With a snarl, I remained anchored to my seat, resisting the need to kill the girl in front of all the petty, naïve school children.

I looked to the front of the Classroom. The teacher was scowling at the class as if each of them had done something to personally offend him. Sadly, the idea was quite plausible, as the students continued jabbering without granting him a second glance.

I smiled a soft smile. I would have to leave soon- holding my breath had become quite uncomfortable.

Without another word, I swept out the room.

I failed to notice a mousy girl with brown hair ask to be excused, and quietly follow me.

Hermione's POV

Though inhumanly beautiful he may be, he was not getting out of my sight so easily. With a sly promise to return, I hurried of to the 'Washroom'. In reality, I followed the boy. He moved with surprising grace and a fluidity that is uncommon among teenage boys. He certainly looked my age, Beauty aside. The spell I had recently made up came to mind, and I thanked myself for my own cunning.

"Muffliato" I murmured, directing the spell to the boy. He whipped around, intent on catching who ever had been following him, only to find an empty hallway. The suits of armor had come in handy more than once, and I found myself thanking them yet again. As the boy turned, and continued to walk down the hallway, I began my quite quest once again.

I finally found myself at the stairs of the school. The boy sat down, cursing his own stupidity, by the looks of it. Hand over his eyes, two fingers pinching the bridge of his nose, he silently confounded all the teachers and students of this school to the fiery pits of Hades. I found myself slightly irked at his silent musings, but continued to listen in.

"Alice…" He murmured the name softly, and looked up at the ceiling. I saw sadness in his eyes, sadness so great I found myself on the brink of tears. He continually murmured the name, as if waiting for a sign. His eyes trained on the heavens, He begged forgiveness for some unknown sin.

"What do I do, my Alice, when the gods have surly turned upon me." He whispered. There was a note in his voice of misery. His voice seemed to be reciting it, as though a priest would recite a long memorized prayer. He sat on the stairs, and I could feel his heart breaking. I felt the injustice, I felt the ,misery, and I felt the absolute, heart-rending sadness. Confused at the emotions so foreign to me, I looked down, wondering why my heart was breaking so. And I looked uo this beautiful boy, and I suddenly seemed connected to him.

I felt what he felt, and I hoped against hope that I could comfort him.

I finally emerged from the corner, pushing myself into his view, and his looked up. His glorious, butterscotch eyes were agonized, and I wished to take that pain away. Replace his broken heart with my whole one. I advanced towards him slowly.

"your not alone…" I whimpered to him, trying to comfort him, trying to help him find a shred of confidence to build off of. He looked at my, confusion suddenly overtaking his features.

I froze, and unease crept down my spine like ice. A gust of wind hit my back. Someone had opened the door behind me; the cool air blew my hair out around me.

The boy stiffened, and his features glossed over.

His eyes went black with a hunger that both frightened me and warned me.

Before I could move, before I could even react, he had launched himself towards me, and we where both flying backwards.

A/N Wanna know what happens…? Please, review for a fast update! Sorry that this chapter was rather short and hurried! D