Nettle flit about, keeping a close eye on the werewolf as he smelled the air, and the other on the forest around her. Mikaela stood behind the werewolf, and she saw his red eyes look about, watching for trouble. No one wanted to be caught, not now, when they were finally out for a bit.

It had been years since she was out of the cold dark place. The place with the things in black, and the mean humans, and the little cloud that talked. The little cloud was funny, in that it wasn't white, or cream, or even grey, but a warm, honey colored gold. Not a cloud color. Yet it certainly spoke like a cloud. Like half formed thunder, and bits of hail scratching against each other, and wind dragging branches on human windows.

"Hello, Nettle." The cloud would say, rain pelting a rough surface. She had no idea how a cloud had learned her name, but she didn't care. It had been years since she saw anyone else besides the human things, The black things, the harsh things, the things that took her happiness away. And even longer since they had spoken her name like she was alive.

So she would answer. Answer however it suited her at the time.

"Magic is magic."

"You're such a pretty cloud."

It wasn't always said with a peaceful face, though. Nettle was rarely peaceful in that place, with the sickness and cold and dirty, dirty bars. She sobbed, sometimes.

"Why did you have to take me?"

"Where's my mother? My Father? Where?"

And yelled.

"I want my magic back!"

"Let me out!"

"It hurts! Stop it!"

And the cloud always smiled. Like it understood. And like it was sorry.

"I want to sing again! Let me out, let me out to sing! I- I want my Mommy!" She would shriek. And the cloud would answer:

"Shhhhh, shhhhh, smooth your crest and still your wings. I want my mother too." And that would always still her. And she would ask, and the cloud would tell her how she had never known her mother, and that she had never needed her, but still she sometimes wanted her, because it felt weird not to have a mother cloud. "I don't need one. Or really, really want one. I have you, and Siri, and Mora, and Mao. But I kind of want one. Someone to cry over, like you do."

The cloud had plenty to cry over, Nettle thought. It was in this place, after all. Though, it never cried. It sniffled, which Nettle had never known a cloud could do, and it whimpered, like wind whining through trees. But it never cried, never rained. It sniffled when Mao died, and it whimpered when Mama Crouch did too. And it prayed that she never would.

Eventually, she found out that the cloud had a name. Elizabetha. And that Elizabetha liked this place, because to Elizabetha, it was home. And she learned that Elizabetha always understood. Always. The other humans, the ones that had brought her here, and the ones at Watford, had never understood. Never understood that she couldn't help it. She wasn't wired right. It wasn't her fault.

"She's this way." The werewolf suddenly announced, making Nettle jump. And she chirped in reply, telling him thanks.

If Elizabetha was going to understand, then that meant that she must be Nettle's best friend. Or rather, she already was Nettle's best friend. So Nettle wanted to tell the cloud that.

Then she heard someone yelling narnia.

xXx

"Um- too much sugar?" Elizabetha guessed as Poppy stared her down. Behind the witch, Draco Malfoy lay on an infirmary bed, still unconscious. Around Elizabetha, all who had been present at the fainting stood, nodding in agreement. Most of them looked too obviously guilty though.

"And are you certain?" Poppy asked carefully. Elizabetha shook her head. Is that good or not? Poppy wondered.

"No. Not really. Um, we may have dropped a bit of surprising information." Poppy had just opened her mouth when the Slytherin girl continued. "No, don't ask. And he, well, fainted. But really, I think the sugar helped."

"I see." The mediwitch gave her a cool look. "Well, he'll be fine in a few hours. You, on the other hand," Poppy had been hoping for a chnce to check Elizabetha over for quite some time, ever since she first saw the obviously malnourished and under slept girl. "could use some rest, and I'll be wanting to know your diet, and- Hey! Get back here, Elizabeth!" While she was busy speaking, Elizabetha had started running the moment diet was mentioned.

"It's Elizabetha, not Elizabeth, and I WILL NEVER GIVE UP FIZZY WIZZY'S." Poppy didn't even have time to decipher what the heck that even meant, before the last bit of blonds curls disappeared out the door, and Poppy was left with the other children, all in stunned silence.

"Was that-"

"Normal?" Ginny Weasley suggested. "Not really, but for her, yes, fairly so."

Blaise Zabini helpfully chimed in. "Yeah, Lizzy's a bit of an oddball. Nice, yes, but totally insane. Why, just the other day, I caught her talking to a pebble. Just an ordinary pebble, albeit rather a large and pointy one. She said she wished it good luck, and good aim. Then she threw it at a Gryffindor that had been insulting professor Snape. Hard. And she danced around chanting in Gobbledegook when it hit. She's quite... interesting."

"And absolutely mad." A boy with brown hair and freckles she didn't recognize chimed in. "But lovable, and oddly charming. I look forward to seeing what she'll turn out as."

"Probably reigning monarch of pretty flowers and dark evil overlords." A girl, who looked similar to the boy, replied. Siblings, I bet, Poppy decided. "And werewolves, and Fizzy Wizzy's, apparently."

At this point, Poppy had ultimately concluded that Elizabetha was the strangest child she had ever met, give or take a bit. There had been some very odd incidents involving Gryffindors and drugging potions, in her experience, but she was hoping this girl wasn't high. Or maybe she was hoping she was.

Behind her, Poppy heard a cough, and turned to see Draco Malfoy sitting up and smoothing his hair with a look of confusion.

"Ughhhh... You forgot mischief makers in general." He groaned, his words slurred and sleepy sounding. "Also, someone knock me out again, my mind can't process it being Ginny Weasley, of all people." That made absolutely no sense to Poppy, so she just gave him a few potions and left the students to converse among themselves. She was weirded out enough for the day, thank you very much.

Meaning that any moment now, Harry Potter would drag himself in, and Semus Finnigen would make something explode.

Such was her luck.

Far away from the infirmary, across Hogwarts, Elizabetha was on a roof with a broom. Wordlessly, she dropped off, before swooping back up, one hand held aloft in a fist.

"FOR NARNIAAAAAAA!"

Moments later, a blur with a feathery white crest and insect like wings barreled into her.

"Oh. Hello Nettle. Fancy seeing you here."

There are quite a few crossovers and references in this story, so have fun trying to spot them. This chapter has two rather obvious ones, of course, and the one before this had a reference to one of my favorite dark harry fics. See if you get it!

Also... Toraach, I love your reviews. Here's a response to one of them: Yeah, most of the Gryffindors were as prejudiced as the Slytherins were, and sometimes with less reason. I mean, I'm not saying I agree with it because in this case it's not, but usually, blood purity would be a fair theory, so I can see where the logic of most Slytherins lies. They have reasons to be prejudiced, whereas Gryffindors just seem to hate people in Slytherin for no apparent reason other then their house. I mean, there are bound to be flaws in my opinion, I know, but that's how I see it.

As for Ginny and Draco having a crush on each other... that's actually not a bad idea. I was thinking about maybe matching Elizabetha and him while writing early on, but as her character developed I started to think maybe not. Also, since you always review so nicely, who do you think Ginny should go to, Slytherin or Hufflepuff?

As for the rest, thanks, and YES. Narcissa is awesome, I don't know why more people don't like her. She doesn't get much screen time, but she was a great witch nonetheless.

Anyhow, I promise, cross my heart and hope for a pretty dementor to give me a kiss, that the Chamber will be coming up soon. So, in the meantime, please read 'Harry Potter and The Accidental Horcrux' and anything by 'The Fictionist' because A) It will give me time to write this, and B) They're awesome.

So. Thank you for reading this, and byeeeeee!