Authors Note - Thanks for the Reviews! Ugh! I was on and off airplanes from 8am to 5pm so it honestly made my day! Sorry for the spelling mistakes, I honestly try and read threw it before I post it along with count-less spell checks and some more proof reading. Although I wish to think it, I am not perfect. Keep on reading! I have some AMAZING ideas for what's going to happen next!

Everything was silent. I slowly tried to open my eyes, but this white light was too blinding. I just felt weightless and in peace.

"Katie" A woman's voice echoed.

I tried to open my eyes again, but the light was too bright.

"Katie" The woman's voice echoed again.

That voice. It sounded familiar.

"Mom" I mumbled

"I'm here sweetheart" my mother replied back to me somewhere in the white light.

"Am I dead?" I asked her keeping my eyes closed to the blinding light.

"No, Kate. You need to go back." I heard my mom's voice echo.

"I want to stay with you" I whispered as a tear fell from my closed eye

"Sorry honey, you need to go back. You need to find the answer" she said as her voice began to fade.

"What answer?" I asked

She didn't reply back

"Mom?" …

Images started flashing before my eyes. I saw pictures of my memories. There were moments with Reia, classes at Hogwarts, my parents and Snape.

Suddenly I was sitting in a chair.

I looked around and I was in some sort of hospital room. I looked to my right and my mouth dropped open.

I was sitting next to myself. My legs couldn't stop shaking as I stood up.

I held a hand over my mouth to keep myself from screaming. My eyes were dark and sunken. Dried blood covered my forehead with some dried blood lines leaking down my face. My neck was bruised with distinct finger marks where my assailant choked me. Thank god the rest of my body was covered with a blanket because I don't think I would have been able to handle it.

I heard foot steps approaching the room. I didn't know what to do! What if someone saw me standing next to myself? I tried to hide, but it was too late. Dumbledore, Snape and a black dog walked into the room.

"Um, I honestly can't explain this" I said with my arms in the air.

Dumbledore shut the door behind him. They didn't even seem to notice me standing in the middle of the room. I noticed Snape's hand was bandaged up.

"Um, hello?" I said hestently.

No one looked up at me. Sirius changed into his human form.

"God-damnit Severus! I'm going to fucking kill you" Sirius roared at Snape.

"Calm down Sirius" Dumbledore insisted.

"Calm down? CALM DOWN! Look at the state my daughter is in!" Sirius said hysterically.

I glanced over at Snape. He just stood here with his head slightly bowed.

"You're supposed to be some sort of Watcher for her? Where the fuck were you when she needed you!" Sirius spat as he took a couple of steps towards Snape.

"If it wasn't for Severus she would be dead" Dumbledore told Sirius, stepping in between him and Snape.

Sirius threw his hands in the air.

"What if she doesn't wake up?" Sirius asked still slightly pissed off

"Only time will tell" Dumbledore replied

Snape still said nothing. Sirius walked over to my bed side and looked down at me. His eyes full of sorrow.

"Is she going to be alright Dumbledore?" Sirius asked still looking down at me.

"I don't know" Dumbledore replied.

Snape stepped forward.

"I'm sorry" Snape quietly whispered.

Anger flashed in Sirius' eyes. He walked up to Snape and punched him in the face. Snape tripped, almost falling to the ground from the impact. He placed his un-bandaged hand over his lip as blood slowly leaked out.

"YOU'RE SORRY!" Sirius yelled

"Sirius enough!" Dumbledore bellowed.

Snape turned around and left the room without saying another word.

"If you're going to be here, I can't have you attacking my staff members" Dumbledore said strictly

Sirius took a deep breath in and slowly nodded his head.

"I'm sorry Albus" He muttered.

Sirius walked back to my bedside and I followed him.

"I'm okay Sirius" I whispered to him

"Can't we just wake her up?" Sirius asked looking at Dumbledore.

I quickly looked at Dumbledore. It seemed as if he was looking right at me.

"No, we can't" Dumbledore replied still looking right at me

"Then the only way I can wake up is to find the answer?" I asked Dumbledore.

A twinkle gleamed in Dumbledore's eyes. He turned around and left the room, leaving Sirius, me and myself in the room.

I stood there with a shocked expression on my face.

"Did Dumbledore actually see me?" I thought to myself.

I took a seat at the end of the bed. Sirius grabbed my un-conscious self's hand.

"Sirius, don't worry. I will find the answer" I told him

I got no reply back. I was invisible. Unseen. Unheard.

Sirius fell asleep in the chair next to me. I sat in the chair on the other side of myself with my legs and arms crossed.

"What answer am I supposed to find" I asked myself.

I watched Sirius inhale deeply and exhale softly. He was so peaceful as he slept.

"Maybe I should retrace my steps" I said as I jumped out of my chair.

I walked up to the door and tried to open it, but my hand went right threw the door knob. I tilted my head in confusion and tried to open it again. It did the same thing. I closed my eyes and walked into the door, but not hitting anything hard.

"Okay, so I can walk threw stuff. That is good to know" I told myself.

I decided to head to my bedroom. The last place I remember. I walked threw the portrait into the Slytherin's common room and walked up to my bedroom. I walked into my room and stood at the door.

It was different. It was cold and grey and dull in my room. Almost as if all the life got sucked out of it. Blood soaked my bed sheets and the floor around my bed. I sat on the floor in front of my door, the only place that seemed to not be covered in my blood.

"Maybe… I need to find out who was the person who was trying to kill me"

I shook my head.

"Why would that affect anything? He isn't real"

I quickly looked around.

"Where's Chance?"

I crawled over to the bed and looked underneath. No Chance. I looked under the blankets & under my desk. No where.

"Chance!" I called out.

He was gone.

Chance would be back. He always came back. Re-tracing my steps, I headed to the great hall were the ball took place.

It seemed like so long ago I performed on stage. I walked threw the door into my dressing room.

"Okay, maybe the answer is in here"

I looked around. Everything was how I left it. I walked back out and walked on the stage facing an empty great hall.

"Can you at least give me a hint!" I asked to the empty hall.

I sighed.

"Anything?"

I sat down on the stage.

"Was it Paul? Is Paul the answer?" I asked

Nothing happened. I cupped my head in my hands. What if I never find the answer? I sighed and shook my head. I needed to find the answer.

"I need to continue re-tracing my steps. Where was I before the ball?"

I sat there on the stage thinking.

"I was in the tower with Snape"

I stood on the balcony over looking the frozen lake. My feet didn't crunch the snow like it did earlier that day. I looked at the dent in the snow where Snape's pendant fell. I kneeled in front of it, searching for an answer.

I saw something flicker from the corner of my eye. I quickly looked up and I caught a glimpse of a black cloak heading down the stairs.

I quickly stood up and chased it in hopes that would lead to my answer.

It seemed that I couldn't get close enough to see who it belonged too. No matter how fast I was. It was leading me to the dungeons. I only caught glimpses of the tip of the cloak.

I heard a door shut and I followed the sound. I stopped in front of a door at the very end of this hallway. It was cold and damp and it felt like I was at the bottom in the deepest, darkest parts of the castle.

I held my breath and closed my eyes as I walked threw the door.

I was in Snape's room. His four poster bed was in the middle of the room. Green drapes hung down creating a curtain all around it. His mocha coloured blanket was neatly stretched across it.

No pictures or paintings covered the walls, only shelves of potions. Different coloured ones in different shaped bottles. In a way, it was more beautiful than any painting or picture.

I saw Snape in the extended part of his room, which looked more like a living room. He was sitting with his back facing me, on a green love seat in front of a roaring fireplace.

I slowly approached him. Cautious not to make a sound. Not that he would hear me.

I reached the back of the couch.

I covered my mouth and gasped.