Okay... here's the fourth chapter! Sorry again for the delay, I lost inspiration for a few days and didn't write anything for about a week(not a good sign, it probably means that giving up is close, but I hope for the sake of my readers that that will not come true) and I was kind of sick, so I spent a few days sleeping a lot.

I'm kinda noticing a drop in the writing quality... maybe there's too much repetition or something... I dunno, I think I have to make my chapters shorter or I'll become susceptible to UTTER BOREDOM while writing and that's likely to affect the story... GRRR I hate that...

I switched to using " instead of ' for talking parts because it's kinda easier to write like that. So yeah… in case anyone's confused.

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or Harry Potter

"Shiro-chan…"

"H-Hinamori?"

"I'm here, Shiro-chan"

"I-I can't see you!"

"Right HERE!" Hitsugaya gasped as a distorted figure of Hinamori appeared before him. There was a hole in her stomach, and the cloth around it was soaked in blood. Her eyes were lifeless; staring upward at the dark, empty skies. Her bun had come undone, and some of her hair had been chopped off crudely by an axe or barbaric knife. The rest of it was covered in sickening blood. More of the crimson liquid fell to the ground with a horrible 'drip, drip' as Hinamori stumbled towards him. She smiled, although it wasn't the smile that he had grown so used to, it wasn't Hinamori's kind, cheerful smile. It was a twisted smile, a smile of a predator who had trapped the prey and said mockingly, 'It's all right'

She placed a frozen hand on his cheek. "Hello, Shiro-chan."

"H-Hina…mori…"

He felt a searing pain in his stomach as the cold blade of Hinamori's zanpaktou cut through it. He choked, and blood poured out of his mouth and wound. He fell limply to the ground in a pool of his own blood. The pool grew bigger as he felt himself losing more blood…

He looked up. "W-why, H-Hinamori?"

She looked down at him, and he gasped in horror as he saw her face.
It wasn't the face of the kind girl that he had grown up with. It wasn't the face of the girl who had worked so hard to become the vice-captain of the fifth division. Those eyes, they weren't those chocolate brown eyes that so easily filled with tears, useless tears….

It was the face of Aizen, the betrayer, the man who had caused so much pain, so much suffering…

Hinamori-Aizen raised the sword. It glinted in the light, and Hitsugaya could see the scarlet blood… his blood… that covered it and dripped onto him….

"Goodbye" the figure above him whispered. It was Hinamori's voice, strained, yes, but hers nevertheless. Hitsugaya choked.

"N-no"

The blade fell.

Hitsugaya woke up with a start. A thin layer of sweat covered his skin as he panted. It was only a dream… Only a dream…

The sun had not yet come up, but a faint orange glow was starting to appear over the horizon. Someone had closed all the windows but it was still freezing, not that Hitsugaya minded. In fact, the temperature was probably his doing.

He tried to get back to sleep, but the image of Hinamori, deformed and suffering, was etched in his mind, like someone had taken a sizzling poker and had branded it there, making sure that each line dug right into his brain. He closed his eyes, but he could still see her, and he could hear her anguished scream that echoed around his brain. He heard it again and again and again, her tormented, traumatized voice…

His eyelids popped open and took a deep breath to calm down. Giving up trying to all asleep, he grunted and got off (jumped off) his bed. He got dressed and made his way downstairs to the common room. The heat still lingered in the room and the flames remained steady and unfaltering. There were no windows within his reach, and they probably couldn't even be opened. Heaving a huge sigh, he tried very hard to get as far away from the fire as possible. It was probably enchanted; Hitsugaya had never seen such a long-lasting and scorching fire. He decided that maybe he should return to the dormitories.

It was at that moment that he heard a familiar voice resounded across the room.

"Taicho! Taicho, are you there?"

He walked over to the portrait hole and looked outside. Matsumoto was standing there, looking rather desperate as she started shouting at the painting.

"I told you," came the painting's shrill voice, "I can't just let anybody in, even if they're teachers! You can only come in if you have a password!"

"Taicho!" Matsumoto pleaded. "Tell this crazy lady to let me in!"

"And another thing, don't start screaming at some imaginary 'ta-choke' and start ignoring me! Honestly!"

Hitsugaya cleared his throat. The lady in the painting started shouting again.

"What is it, you little pest? You should know that students aren't allowed around school when it's still dark out! You will not believe how many times I have been woken up from my beauty sleep by those three, who were they again, Potter and co.? I don't care who they are, they are a great nuisance, you know?" She continued ranting, her annoying voice ringing in his ears. He had also heard the part about being little, and while he knew it had nothing to do with his height, he was still annoyed. Obviously, it was one of the words that he seriously hated.

"Well you can still let me out, can't you?" he asked when she had finished her high-pitched blabbering.

"If I let you out I wont let you in unless you have the password. Which you don't!" she said smugly.

"Just let me out," he said, tired of arguing with this stubborn lady.

"Fine. Good riddance!" The portrait swung open and Hitsugaya stumbled out, ony to be drawn into a suffocating hug.

"M-Matsumoto, l-let go…"

She released him and started bouncing up and down on her heels.

"Taicho, I got really bored! I was just sitting in my office and I was chewing pencils, and fiddling with these unfashionable robes, and, and…"

"And you ran right across the castle just to find me?" Hitsugaya asked, a vein pulsing in his temple. "And then you decided to start screaming and risking our mission?"

She suddenly found her feet very interesting. "Sorry… but I was so bored…"

He rolled his eyes. "Just go back to sleep. There's probably only a few hours before the lessons start. I'm going back in."

"But Taicho…" she protested, "Where am I supposed to go for the… lessons?"

Another vein popped, this time at the back of his neck. "At your classroom! Where else do you think?"

"And do I go to the Great Hall for breakfast?"

"Yes!" he exploded, the temperature dropping. "Now go back before someone sees us!"

She whimpered and muttered a nearly inaudible "Hai," and scurried away. Heaving a huge sigh, he turned back to the painting, which now covered the entrance.

"Well, you brat, you're stuck out here now! You don't know the password!" She smiled gleefully, her yellowing teeth flashing.

"Camelopardalis" he muttered. For a brief moment, he remembered a night back in Rukongai...

"Shiro-chan, look!"

"What is it?"

"There's a giraffe in the sky! Come, look!"

"Why would I want to?"

"Come on, Shiro-chan..."

"I told you to stop calling me that!"

Hinamori put her hands on her hips and pouted. Hitsugaya ignored her and spat out a watermelon seed, then continued to munch away at the cold fruit. A mischievous smile spread across Hinamori's face and she grabbed the watermelon, holding it high above her head.

"Hey, give it back!" Hitsugaya ran forward and jumped, his arms flailing as he tried reaching for it. However, he tripped as he landed and fell onto the grass.

"Do you see it now, Shiro-chan?"

Hitsugaya stared at the starry skies, squinting as he tried to make out shapes in them. "Of course I don't, this is a waste of-"

Hinamori dropped on the grass beside him, pointing up at the many white dots.

"There, you see those eight stars? When you join them up, you can see the giraffe!"

Hitsugaya squinted again. He could see the stars, but...

"Oh... I see them..."

Hinamori grinned. It's beautiful, isn't it?"

"Yeah..."

The portrait's mouth popped open in surprise, and she started protesting in her ear-splitting voice as she swung open to reveal the common room, "B-But how did you know? I didn't see any prefect talk to you, in fact, I didn't see anyone talk to you... how?"

Hitsugaya ignored her and stepped through, collapsing in the nearest chair and blocking out the portrait's sobs of despair and vows to get revenge. He tried ignoring his fatigue, the sun was rising and he wouldn't be able to get to sleep anyway.

"H-hello."

Hitsugaya jumped then took a deep breath to smother his annoyance at the lack of reiatsu these people were emitting, therefore making it extremely hard for him to sense them and easier for them to sneak up on him. He turned and came face-to-face with a nervous looking boy that he had seen at the sorting. His lip trembled as Hitsugaya released his breath, obviously the boy was uncomfortable and it was very likely that he was trying to make conversation against his own will.

"Hello."

The boy shifted his weight and muttered, "D-did you see who was outside shouting? It seemed as if she was pretty agitated."

Hitsugaya sucked in the warm air and cursed Matsumoto's carelessness. "No, I didn't."

The boy nodded absentmindedly. "I-I'm Colin Creevey... I-I saw you at the sorting... you're Toshiro Hitsugaya, right?"

Hitsugaya nodded. "N-nice to meet y-you." Colin stammered

"You too." Hitsugaya answered, not really paying attention.

"S-So, Toshiro, we're i-in the same class now..."

"Hitsugaya." he snapped impatiently. "And I'm in the second year."

"Oh, b-but... I saw you at the sorting..."

"I wasn't here last year."

"Oh..." Colin swallowed nervously. "I though Hitsugaya was your last name."

"It is."

"Ah... okay... it... it was nice meeting you... Hitsugaya."

Hitsugaya nodded in response. "You too, Creevey."

"P-please, call me Colin."

When Hitsugaya didn't answer, he whimpered slightly and hurried up the stairs. Hitsugaya sighed and checked the large clock that hung above the fireplace. Four more hours. He could wait, couldn't he?

"Maybe."

---

Harry blinked as the the sunlight hit him full on the face. He yawned and got up sleepily, then almost immediately ducked under the covers from the cold.

"B-Bloody hell!" Ron complained, shivering violently. "I-I th-thought w-we closed the w-windows!"

Harry clutched the heavy blankets around him and bent down for his robes. Finding them, he dove under the covers again and changed as quickly as he could so he could get out of the freezing room.

Ron's teeth chattered as he followed suit and raced across the room, threw the door open and practically fell down the stairs in a bid to get away from the frosty dormitory. He was then closely followed by Harry, whose breath was coming out in icy white swirls.

Hermione was not to be seen, probably having left to eat breakfast. Ron and Harry sat by the fire for a few minutes to warm themselves before Ron said,

"What the hell was that? I was warmer when I had to stay outside in the snowy night for an hour than in that room!"

Harry shook his head. "I dunno... it could be one of Peeves' tricks..."

"The hell with that! There's no way Peeves could play a trick like that!"

"Maybe we didn't close the windows properly."

"Harry, it's September! September! Since when did it become the Arctic during a September night?"

Harry shrugged. "Well, anyhow, let's get to the Great Hall quickly before classes start."

Ron nodded. "Yeah, okay."

---

The Great Hall was buzzing when Harry and Ron got in. They tried looking for Hermione, but their vision was blocked by the sudden swarm of people that had appeared before them.

"Harry! Is it true that you came in a flying car?"

"Ron! How was Snape eh? How did you guys survive?"

"Harry! Did you really throw a cake in your uncle's boss' face?"

"Ron! Harry! Ron! Harry!"

Harry pushed aside the people, trying to get through. Ron looked pretty happy with the attention, grinning like some person who had never been bombarded with news reporters and was now.

"Come one Ron, let's find Hermione."

He was evidently very reluctant to leave his 'fans', but Harry pulled him over anyway and they sat themselves on the bench next to Hermione.

"Good morning." Harry said as he loaded eggs and bacon onto his plate.

Hermione didn't answer, instead, she turned to Ginny and started having a very animated conversation about Quidditch, which she had absolutely no idea about.

"Hey, Hermione, you're not still mad, are you?"

She ignored them and continued onto the subject of Seekers. Ginny was blushing, probably from being so close to Harry, but that didn't stop her from correcting Hermione when she claimed that all Seekers were 'buff'.

"See'sh shtill mad at ush?" Ron asked, his mouth overflowing with toast.

"Yeah, I think so." Harry groaned, stabbing his bacon with his fork.

"Bwell letsh jusht ignore her tsoo. I mean, we didn' do anyfing wron', she'sh pwobabwy jusht jealoush."

Harry opened his mouth to protest, after all, Hermione was their friend. He was cut short by Hermione's sudden greeting,

"Oh, hey, Toshiro!"

Harry's entire body went rigid as he felt the temperature drop. His head turned slightly and he saw the head of white hair and those cold, icy green eyes. He shivered as the frosty air penetrated his robes and hit his skin. He now had no doubt about who was responsible for the sudden winter in their dormitory.

"Good morning." Hitsugaya said, sitting down on the bench across from Harry. He took a piece of bacon and one boiled egg and started chewing them slowly. Had it not been for the cold, Harry would have started sweating in fear. He had felt scared before, of course, after all, he had fought Voldemort just last year. But this fear was different. It was as if he was rooted to the spot by some unknown force as Hitsugaya drained the energy from him. He felt so powerless, and that level of vulnerablity was what made this terror different from the fear he had felt when he had faced Voldemort.

"'Arry! 'Arry!" Ron waved his hand in front of Harry's face, and he was able to shift his eyes from Hitsugaya to somewhere else.

"Y-yeah?"

"Bwimey, 'Arry, you look awfowwy peau!"

"W-what?"

Ron swallowed. "You look awfully pale!"

"D-do I?'

Ron nodded. "You okay? Maybe the car ride was a bit too long..."

"N-no, I'm fine... thanks Ron."

Ron looked at him anxiously. "All right..." He was obviously not convinced,but he could tell that Harry was in no mood to tell the truth.

"Oh, they're handing out the timetables!" Hermione looked hopefully up at Professor McGonagall, who was handing out sheets of paper at the front of the tables.

"Do you think that that 'Matsumoto' person is going to be up to the challenge?" Seamus asked.

"I hope so." Hitsugaya muttered under his breath.

"I'm sorry?"

"Nothing." He hadn't eaten much, Harry observed, in fact, he hadn't even finished his piece of bacon. Maybe monsters like him didn't need food.

McGonagall reached them. "Here are your timetables, Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, Mrs. Granger, Mr. Hitsugaya..."

Hermione looked at her timetable. "We have History of Magic next."

Ron stared blankly at his timetable. "History of Magic? That's so BORING!"

Hermione turned. "It's only boring because you never bother to listen, Ronald."

"What, are you talking to us now?"

Hermione's face turned red and she clenched her fists. "No. I was just pointing out a key fact." She pushed her empty plate away from her, slung her bad over her shoulder and marched out the door.

"Geez, she doesn't have to get mad all the time, we didn't do anything wrong!"

"She does have a point though." Harry said, finishing his pumpkin juice. "We did break many rules crashing into the Weeping Willow and letting ourselves be seen by Muggles."

"So she's Ms. Perfect now is she?"

"She believes she is, doesn't she?"

Ron snorted and finished his potato, then wiped his mouth with the tablecloth. "Well, let's go before Binns gives us a long lecture about wasting his time for being late."

"Yeah, okay."

---

Hitsugaya pushed open the door tentatively and peered inside. The room was empty except for a rat that scurried across the floor and disappeared into a small hole in the wall.

He sighed and wondered if he had the wrong room. Then he saw the words: 'History of Magic' scrawled on the blackboard and decided that he was in the right room. He dropped his books on the nearest desk around the middle of the classroom and sat down on the chair. He was probably too early, so he decided to take a look around.
Apart from the blackboard, the teacher's desk and the students' desks, the room was pretty empty. There were a few books piled under the teacher's desk but from the dust that had gathered on it and a few cobwebs that had made their way around a few pages, Hitsugaya figured that they hadn't been opened in a long while. There was a spindly chair behind the desk, but like the books, it looked as if no one had sat in it in years.

"Does this teacher just stand all the time?" Hitsugaya mused, running a finger along the dusty table.

The door flew open and revealed a flustered Hermione.

"Toshiro!" she panted, beaming. "You're here early, you didn't get lost or anything did you?"

"Hitsugaya." he snapped, extremely frustrated and irritated.

"Why do you like being called by your last name?" Hermione inquired, tilting her head slightly.

Hitsugaya sighed. It seemed that all humans were far to narrow minded to see past the flesh. Even Kurosaki, who knew of Hitsugaya's position and authority, insisted on 'forgetting' his title and and adressing him inappropriately. He was about to explain how calling someone by their last name was sign of respect when the door opened to reveal a ghost.

"Professor Binns! Good morning!" Hermione said cheerily. The ghost who was apparently called Binns nodded in response.

Hitsugaya felt rather perplexed. This was definitely a spirit, but not a spirit he had ever seen. There was no chain or even a hexagonal metal piece on his chest, and he was completely transparent except for the faint lines that outlined his body. While most of the spirits Hitsugaya had their colors, this soul was all gray and white. Nevertheless, it was a spirit, and he had to send it to Soul Society so that it could rest in peace, away from Hollows.

Hermione seemed completely undisturbed by the presence of a ghost. Remembering the one he had seen at the entrance, Hitsugaya asked,

"How many spirits are there in this castle?"

Hermione looked at him. "Spirits? You mean ghosts? Don't you worry, they're nothing to be afraid of; they're completely harmless." The temperature dropped as Hitsugaya fumed silently.

"I'm not scared of them-"

"Anyway, I think there are around ten ghosts here..." Hermione interrupted. "But it's funny... I haven't seen too many of them, in fact, apart from Professor Binns, I didn't see any ghosts since last night..."

"Ten?" Even if these were earth bound spirits, souls in such large numbers would still be detected. And what Hermione had said about not seeing any of them...

His thoughts were interrupted by the door opening again. The blond brat and two fat boys that rivaled Omaeda stood at the doorway.

"What's the little freak doing here? Granger, get him out please, I don't want his or your dirty 'Mudblood' hands on me, thank you very much."

"I'm in the right room." Hitsugaya said in a bored monotone. "I'm in the second year."

"Ha, sure you are," one of the fat boys laughed.

"Yeah, you weren't here last year."

"There were family problems." Hitsugaya retorted.

The blond boy chuckled. "Then good luck catching up, you dumb Mudblood, because you missed an entire year of your 'magical education'." He turned to Hermione. "Granger, make sure you keep your little muggle friend in line, and tell him that anything that he does to me will go directly to my father." He stretched out the 'a' in 'father', making him sound like a pompous jerk.

"Malfoy, do I look like I'm going to bow down and kiss your feet?"

"No, but rather you bow down and get someone else to kiss my feet, else they will get dirty."

"Why, you conceited, vain, narcissistic, self-obsessed brat!" Hermione shouted, clenching her fists. "You just love insulting just about anybody that wont give you a proper beating, don't you? You're a coward! You're not worth it!" She spun around and angrily pulled out a chair next to the nearest desk and dumped her bag and books on it.

Ron and Harry came in and saw Hermione fuming in her seat as she flipped open her books. A crowd had started to gather, staring at an equally furious Malfoy, who was shaking in anger.

"Well, at least I'm not a little thief who believes he can blend into everyone else!" He spat on the floor and dumped his bag in the chair furthest away from Hermione, muttering under his breath, "Wait till my father hears about this, that arrogant little girl..."

"Hermione's right, Malfoy!" Ron yelled across the room. "You're such a weakling that I feel sorry looking at you!"

"Thank you, Ron." Hermione said through her tears, which had sprung up as she buried her head in a book that was upside down.

"Don't mention it, eh?" he chuckled, patting her on her back. She smiled in response.

The three started talking about something else as Hitsugaya watched the rest of the students enter. Some were laughing at Malfoy's defeat, some muttering about 'Mudbloods'. People were also staring at Hitsugaya, wondering if he was in the wrong classroom or if it was really true that he was in their year.

"Settle down, settle down..." Binns said boredly after a while. "I'll take the role now..."

Hitsugaya kept his eyes on the ghost. He was reading off a few papers that had been stuck to the walls, not off a book in his hands. In fact, as he floated around, his foot got caught on the edge of the blackboard, but unlike all spirits that he had seen, the foot went right through it.

"Toshro Hatchoo-gee-yam." Binns said, stumbling ever so slightly.

"Hitsugaya Toshiro." Hitsugaya corrected.

"Oh, sorry, Mr. Hit-shoe-go."

"Hitsugaya!"

"I said that."

---

The rest of the class passed without event, apart from a nearly inaudible snore that came from Dean. History of Magic was pretty boring, due to Professor Binns' continuous droning, but Hitsugaya had to pay attention. They were supposed to be investigating these wizards and witches, and learning about their history surely counted. He didn't find much of the information helpful though, all he learned was the medieval wizards liked being tickled by fire. Finally, the class ended and Binns said,

"Your homework is to write an essay on Muggle methods to catch wizards and how they have improved. Dismissed."

"It's finally lunch time." Ron muttered under his breath as they packed their books away. "One essay, that sucks! We'll have to copy off Hermione or something."

Hitsugaya finished packing up but didn't leave. Since it was lunch, nobody would be coming in, so Hitsugaya could perform the soul burial. True, these spirits had to be weirdest he had ever seen, but they were spirits nevertheless, and they had to be put to peace.

"I wouldn't do it if I were you."

Hitsugaya turned. Another ghost hovered behind him, wearing antediluvian European clothes with an enormous collar. His head looked rather wobbly, shaking slightly even when the ghost stayed perfectly still.

"Do what?"

"You're one of those 'shinigami', aren't you?"

Hitsugaya froze. "H-how do you know about..."

"I met one a couple hundred years back. He tried stabbing me with the end of his sword saying he was sending me to heaven." The ghost chuckled. "I don't need to be sent to heaven, and neither do these other ghosts. You see, we exist on Earth because we have clung onto life, and have refused to let go despite the great forces that try to get us up there... or down there..." Another chuckle. "Anyhow, you wont be able to jab me with a sword, because it'd just go through me! And that goes for all ghosts. Also, Binns is a teacher here, by sending him away you would give Dumbledore more work to do. Not to mention that people would start suspecting you."

"How did you know I was a shinigami?"

"You give off an aura similar to ghosts, and aura of death. However, I am quite baffled as to why you are completely opaque and can touch things."

"Then do you know that..."

"Yes, I know that Professor Matsumoto is also a shinigami. Are you working together?"

Hitsugaya looked at the grey spirit. "Why is it that we have never seen sould of your kind before?"

"Well, I'm assuming that you're here on a mission to find out who we wizards are. I have yet to meet a ghost that was a Muggle, so maybe that is why, because you people have never encountered us before."

Hitsugaya paused. "But you are still a soul. You will eventually get attacked by monsters called Hollows or..."

"Become one myself, yes, that's what that other shinigami said. But from what I've heard, souls become 'Hollows' after a few decades at the most. I have been dead for over 500 years now, and I don't look like a monster, do I?"

"It's rare for one to become a Hollow after so long, but there have been some cases..."

"Hey, my family and loved ones are long dead. I'm not about to let grief swallow me up when there's no grief!"

Hitsugaya sighed, then tried touching him. His hand passed through his arm, with a weird feeling as if someone had suddenly dumped cold water on him.

"Look, if you tell anyone about who we are..."

"Don't worry, I wont. Just as long as you don't come up and threaten me with a long sword. I'll tell the other ghosts to remember that as well." The ghost smiled. "Oh, by the way, I'm Sir Nicholas, ghost of Gryffindor. And you are?"

"Hitsugaya Toshiro." he replied.

"Well, nice to meet you, Mr. Hitsugaya."

---

The rest of the day passed like any other day, without Matsumoto screaming in his ear. The ghosts had returned, floating around the tables and hallways. Matsumoto looked rather panicky, but Hitsugaya had a two second word with her when they passed each other in the corridor. He wasn't sure if she had understood it, but she calmed down during dinner, so he assumed she had.

Apart from History of Magic, he had had Transfiguration, Charms and Astronomy. Transfiguration was incredibly easy, but apparently turning paper in pigeons was too hard for everyone. Charms was taught by a tiny professor who stood no taller than Hitsugaya's elbow. Astronomy really brought back memories of his nights with Hinamori in Rukongai, and Hermione noted that he looked rather nostalgic. Finally, they retired to the common room.

Like before, Hitsugaya despised the heat of the common room and escaped quickly up the stairs and threw open the windows. He had started work on his report when Ron and Harry entered.

The temperature immediately dropped as Ron said, "Look, it's the little midget!"

Harry looked quite petrified. "You're... in this... dormitory?"

Hitsugaya raised an eyebrow. "Yes, of course, where else would I be?"

Harry swallowed. "Oh... well.. m-my mistake."

Hitsugaya scoffed and returned to his report. Ron came over and made a small noise. "You're doing homework? Already? What a workaholic." He eyed the Japanese characters and noticed that it was not a quill in Hitsugaya's hand, but a brush. "That's not English, is it?"

"I-I'm writing a letter to my parents." Hitsugaya lied, finishing the last character.

"What is it, Chinese?"

"Japanese."

"Ah... you're Japanese?"

Hitsugaya looked at him. "Just noticed?"

Ron flushed and bit his lower lip. "Well... you know... just because you have a weird name doesn't mean you're from Japan..."

Hitsugaya nodded with a very sarcastic look on his face. "Well then, I do apologize."

Ron fumed. "Why you little..."

It was now Hitsugaya's turn to flush. "I'm not little!"

Ron laughed. "Teeny, tiny, little, minute, short, small, minuscule, itty-bitty..."

Hitsugaya took a deep breath and tried very hard to ignore Ron, who had now burst into song, "Toshiro is a teeny, tiny, little, minute, short, small, minuscule, itty-bitty little boy... lalala..." The temperature dropped so much it started to frost on the windows

"Potter." Harry jumped and broke into sweat. "Y-yes?" he asked.

"Please, get your friend to shut up before he dies a horrible death."

"O-oh, yeah..." he turned slowly. "R-ron, I think that's e-enough..."

"Thank you." Hitsugaya said through gritted teeth. It was freezing now, but the temperature had stopped dropping. The two boys were shivering violently, but the strangest thing was that Hitsugaya didn't even seem to notice the cold. In fact, he looked much better now, less pale than downstairs in the warm, cozy common room.

"W-w-well..." Ron shivered, making his way to the door. "I-'m g-going to f-f-find H-er-mi-n-ny n-now." He disappeared through the door, closely followed by Harry, who was blue all over and was on the verge of losing his pinkie.

Hitsugaya said nothing, just stared at the two as they left. A thin sheet of ice covered the four walls and icy droplets hung onto the hairs of the carpet, but they slowly started to melt as the temperature returned to normal.

"Well then," Hitsugaya sighed, picking up a nearby textbook. "Guess I had better finish that essay for Binns."

*I don't know what the actual password is, seeing as my copy of the Chamber of Secrets has gone missing (sob sob) so I just made one up :P I also don't think there's a clock in the Gryffindor common room, but oh well... I think it should work despite the magic overload because Harry and Ron's watches worked... but maybe they were enchanted... I dunno

I know this chapter really sucked, I was trying to finish it quickly so I wouldn't pass the deadline too much, but then.. yeah... I'll try to make it better next time, although I'm afraid that all the signs are indicating that it's all downhill from here... However, I think I'm going to introduce Luna in the next chapter, so yeah, maybe I'll have some fun.

Please review, a lot of the ones that are already there were very helpful. Thank you to those who have already reviewed as well :D

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I have yet another Chinese and Spanish test (these has to be the hundredth millionth ones this year) and they're one of those really big ones that determine my class next year so they're kinda important to me and so I am spending 24 hours (figuratively) studying, which means I have absolutely no time to write stories at the moment. Sorry guys :(