A/N: Good Afternoon. 6 DAYS! Until the 4th movie comes out. Life can't get any better than this.

batbones- Laugh all you want. But when you get the baby, I'll be laughing too. Oh, about that one review you had… well you'll see…

krillball6- I love to make things complicated.

I believe this is the fifth level of evil… so brace yourselves.

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Summer went by fast. Desmond and Adriennd didn't have much of a chance to progress in their search of the past. Desmond was usually with Jacob or Marcella and Camilla. Adriennd was usually at home, sometimes going to meet Adrian for lunch or something. The two siblings were back at Hogwarts and Jacob and Desmond were talking about some Quidditch Team.

Jacob suddenly stopped talking and his eyes froze upon a certain point located behind Desmond.

"What?" asked Desmond, watching his friend carefully.

"Um, nothing. It's just Diana keeps glancing this way."

Desmond glanced down the table and for a moment watched Diana talk to her friends. "Potter?"

Jacob nodded and Desmond shrugged.

"There she goes again," said Jacob.

Desmond turned his head to the side and used peripheral vision to watch Diana. And in truth she was looking their way. "Leave it. We'll see what it means later."

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A few days later…

"Take a seat Mr. Melancton," said Jacqueline during lunch.

Adrian sat down and awaited his orders. He landed himself in detention first thing upon return.

"I would like to alphabetize these scrolls for me. First by author," Jacqui motioned towards the boxes of scrolls on the top shelf of a bookcase. "Take care not to damage them. Several are impossible to replace. I plan to use them this afternoon, so try to finish today."

Adrian didn't remark and just set upon his task. Towards the end of lunch he had everything finished.

"Thank you, Mr. Melancton. You show great enthusiasm for this task," said Jacqueline, eyeing the boy strangely. "Let us hope I won't see you in detention again."

"Of course, Professor," replied Adrian in his most gracious tone, his head bowing slightly. His eyes didn't leave Jacqueline's and as he bowed his head, his eyes flashed and he turned to leave. Jacqueline frowned slightly, but didn't give it any thought.

"Good afternoon, Professor," said a second year Hufflepuff.

Jacqueline bowed her head in accent. Rubbing her left arm softly, she stood up and prepared for her class. Her arm was somewhat bothering her, but having a class to teach class, she was unable to check up on it.

Later:

Jacqueline was teaching her fifth year class. It was an evening class and the last class of the day. Jacqui had been teaching three classes in a row and after having to monitor Adrian's lunch detention; she found that her left lower arm kept tingling a bit. Unable to check on the slight discomfort, three hours later, in the last class of the day, her left arm began to burn. When the last student left the classroom, Jacqueline sighed with relief. She took off her outer robe and began to unbutton the long sleeve of her velvet dress.

One by one, the sleeve became loose.

She slowly rolled it back.

She ran her hand over the top of her left arm and then turned it over. A slight scream issued from Jacqueline's lips. She blinked several times and ran her right hand over her left arm.

But how?

How could the Dark Mark brand just suddenly appear on her arm?

She fell into her chair and with shock and disbelief crawling all over her, she did nothing but stare at her arm. When could have it appeared? She remembered the pain in her arm start during her first evening class. But there could be no significance. This was Dark Magic and she had sharp senses. There was no way she could have missed the incantation, if it was done by her or a short distance away from her. She rolled the sleeve back down and buttoned it. She took a quill in to her hand, dipped it into ink, and prepared to write, but as the ink dripped down from the quill and onto the paper, Jacqueline thought different and threw the paper into the fireplace.

No…

No one…

No thing would know and she would not tell anyone about this incident. This could mean nothing and there was no point worrying anyone with something that doesn't have evidence.

A/N: Ok, before you kill me, please tell me what you think. I'm interested to see your reactions.

I might not update in a while, because this is the last chapter pre-written. So, I might not have a lot of time to work on the next chappy. If you're lucky, I might write it tomorrow, if not, then in a week…

Those reading The Right Choice, Ch. 5: Draco's Task is on its way.

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