"I'm bored." A smooth voice said, and Jacob looked up from his lap, where he had been staring for the past half hour trying to figure out how to cast aquamenti wandlessly. His eyes met the frustrated gaze of Tom Riddle, and he shrugged at the other wizard. In return, Tom scowled. "You're supposed to suggest something, werewolf."

"Well for one, I suggest that you try using my name."

"Finatrixibellianabethaniti?"

"...the fu- How do you even remember that? It's like a mile long and she only said it once!"

"Elizabetha? No, she said it last night too. In fact, she gave a very long lecture about it, from the origin to it's grammatical points of interest." Both groaned. The mere mention of last night brought Jacob near physical pain. At least he was better of then the other Azkaban escapees. Mika was still curled up in the corner, nursing a cup of what was hopefully not the blood of anyone he knew, and Nettle had yet to wake up from her fitful slumber. Jacob honestly wasn't sure whether to be worried about her or not.

"Well, how do you remember that, then? I can barely recall any of last night..."

"Last night's events are burned into my mind..." Tom answered, and his eyes suddenly took on a haunted and glazed look.

"Er... right. Uh... bored, was it? Well... why did you want out of your diary in the first place?" Tom's eyes lost their alarmingly glassy look in favor of dark excitement.

"Well, you see, as a child, I was completely taken up with the blood purity theory, and I wanted to purge Hogwarts of all mudbloods, because I thought them without their uses. However, while I was trapped in the diary, I couldn't stop thinking of mudbloods that were not strictly useless, and even of a pureblood who was. So, after a long time, I decided to simply get out and kill all the stupid people, instead." Jacob paused for only a moment before nodding, dearly hoping he wasn't considered one of those stupid people by Tom.

"A noble cause." He said as politely as he could.

"Yes. Unfortunately, to do so, I'm going to have to eradicate most of Ravenclaw and Gryffindor."

"Really? Why?"

"Well, Ravenclaws concentrate too much of book learning, and fight among themselves so much that they wouldn't even be good minions, because they'd just be fighting each other to gain my favor and get nothing done, thus useless. And Gryffindors are just stupid, period."

"Huh. Well, I'd suggest toning it down a bit. Suddenly having a whole house gone would be a major issue. But one or two gone a month, feel free."

"I can't actually do it."

"Why not?" Jacob had no idea why he was questioning Tom's reasons for not doing this when he should have been encouraging them, yet here he was, so he'd continue.

"Elizabetha said not to hurt any of her own in exchange for not setting a half pixie on me and helping me escape the diary. That was our agreement. I'm many things, but I'm not someone who breaks deals. I am not to hurt a Hogwarts student. Although I suppose I could purge the ministry..." I'm near certain that Lizzy didn't mean all of Hogwarts when she said any of her own, but... Who am I to argue? We get to purge the ministry!

"An even nobler cause! Any way I that can help?"

By later that evening, three totally unrelated deaths had taken place, none of which had any connection to the occupants of the Chamber of Secrets, whatsoever.

Plus Nettle woke up, and turned the walls watermelon pink by shouting Pink colors my world red! and then added a few live rabbits to the chamber with As for me, I will follow the path of the pink bunnies!

Mika promptly ate all of the the bunnies, and Tom changed the pink to Slytherin green.

xXx

Elizabetha smirked as she caught sight of a very familiar flea-bitten black dog lurking in the bushes at the edge of the courtyard. She bade a hurried farewell to Peter and Luna, who she had been sitting and talking with, and hurried towards the mangy canine. When she reached it, the dog shook the dozen dead rats it held in it's jaws, and wagged it's crooked tail at her.

"'Sup, Seri?"

In answer, the dog shook itself again, and turned and padded away, looking over it's shoulder once to tell her to follow. She did as asked by it, and what led to a far isolated corner of the lake, where the dog dropped the rat corpses and morphed, before throwing now human arms around her in a bone crushing bear hug and squishing her up into him with her head pressed against his own.

"Lizzy! Look at you! Why, you look like you've bathed in the past month! And you smell like it too!" Sirius exclaimed, his voice comfortignly rough and scratchy by her ear, and Elizabetha sniffed haughtily at his dirty hair while still in his embrace, before scowling against the side of his head and starting to squirm.

"Well, the same can't be said of you, I'm afraid." She told him before wriggling out of the hug and smiling up at him once her feet were securely on the ground. "Oh, Sirius! Are you really here? Surely you're a dream?" She asked, and grinned when he took advantage of her not so subtle set up.

"I'm Sirius, and I may be an absolute dream, but don't call me Shirley." He answered with a toothy grin of his own that showed off his blackened teeth, still slightly pointy from so much time spent in his animagus form. Sirius smiles... She thought absently as she was swept up into yet another smelly hug. Are quite possibly the best smiles.

She didn't have a clue that a few miles away, under an invisibility cloak in a little pub, Harry Potter had just learned something about Sirius Black he should have never known.

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Harry couldn't believe what he had heard. Not even as he was quietly going back out the door and stumbling past Ron and Hermione, out of the little pub, and down the main street of Hogsmeade village, bumping past people who couldn't see him, and into the woods, until his found a rock and sat down, and just started to cry.

Sirius Black, the man all the posters were now proudly portraying, was not only Voldemorts follower. He was also the reason his parents were dead. He had been their friend, and he had betrayed them. He had been their friend, and he had betrayed them.

Footfalls on dead leaves announced the arrival of his friends, but he barely looked up when Hermione pulled off the invisibility cloak.

No matter what.

No matter what, if he ever got a hold of Black, he would kill him.

xXx

I'm sorry for the late update! Please don't be angry! I know I used to write a lot more for this story, but I'm still in school and it just wasn't working out. If it helps, I'll be posting twice today, because I'm also putting up a little short story about Nettle, titled Always. I hope you'll check it out? Plus, next chapter we get to read about Ginny being bullied and Sirius moves down to the chamber! Plus Umbridge dies!

Thanks you for reading, please review, and byeeeeee!