Okay, I'm still not dead! I'm updating! Finally! (I'm really pitiful, aren't I.)

I have random news!

I'm doing a My Immortal commentary with CissaSnapeBlackrose, so go check that out.

My Immortal has been credited with the title "Worst Fanfic Ever Written" and it truly and sincerely will rape your brain cells.

So, on to the chapter, which is back in Lily's point of view, and is the set same day as Destructra's chapter. I may be doing some more chapters in Dessie's point of view, just so you know. And yes, I shall be calling Destructra "Dessie" a lot from now on. Actually, I just decided something. Half way down, at that little line down there on the page…*points*, I'm going to switch to what's going on with Dessie. Ya.

Sometimes the only way to match volume is with pure volume.

Kate kicked the ball, and I dived for it. I missed, again, and ended up face down in a thorny bush.

"C'mon guys, this is soccer," said Kate in exasperation, "I know this is your first time playing, but you can't use your hands!"

Cynthia grimaced. "Why do we have to play this stupid muggle sport? It's the weekend, we should be doing something fun!"

I sat down at the foot of a large weeping willow tree. Those two argued so much that it would probably be midnight by the time they stopped.

It was lunchtime, and Dessie had been gone for a few hours.

"I wonder how Dessie's doing!" I yelled, trying to get the others' attention, hoping that Cynthia and Kate would shut up.

No dice.

They continued to yell until I jumped in between them and screamed, "IWONDERHOWDESSIE'SDOINGGGGG!"

That shut 'em up.

Lucius lay down the quivering bundle of cloth that was Destructra Black Riddle, the daughter of the Dark Lord Voldemort and Bellatrix LeStrange. What a menacing ball of furs and silks she was.

Her mother looked down eagerly at her child, and then she grimaced.

"Lucius! What have you done to her!"

"Nothing Bella, she gets like this whenever she's around these cursed dementors, and the only things she'll yell are "MY BIRTH!", "MINISTRY WIZARDS!", and "HORRIBLE SUITS!" He peered through the bars of her cell in annoyance.

Bellatrix LeStrange groaned. "Cissy, dear, would you mind untangling my daughter from that lovely coat of yours? I need to tell her about her mission."

Narcissa paled, if it was possible with her complexion. "You mean to go through with it then?"

"The Dark Lord said it must be done!"

"Yes," said Narcissa, trying to keep her voice steady, "But that was before he was imprisoned and permanently stupefied. He's powerless now."

This was the wrong thing to say to someone like Bellatrix LeStrange. It was like a howler had gone off inside of the little cell.

"HE IS NOT POWERLESS! HE IS THE DARK LORD! HE WILL FOREVER BE POWERFUL AND DOMINANT AND THE SAVIOR OF THE WIZARDING RACE!"

Narcissa stared at her sister through the bars that casted dark shadows across her once beautiful face. She remembered her sister before Azkaban, and sighed.

"He used to be, yes, but now he is nothing but a lost cause."

Dessie squirmed slightly as Narcissa lifted up the coat, showing the girl to her imprisoned mother.

Well, I updated!

Sorry it took so long, but I was getting My Immortal started up.

Comment!

Please!

Seriously!

If I start to lose any more interest in this story I won't update at all, and I like where it is going, so pleeeeeeeeaseeee commeeeeent!

Oh, and read the commentary, it will be updating about once a week, maybe more, maybe less.

I want at least five more comments. But I'll settle for three because I'm pathetic.