Chapter 12

Dispite the worry eating away at my insides, I found the will to laugh. How could I not. Throughout the whole interrogation, not even Ronald, Her BROTHER, remembered the Weaslette. She was spitting mad by the time we did manage to free her from the rope. I got personal gratification from ripping the tape off her mouth. She got no sympathy. Harry didn't even indulge her. Course he felt bad and said he was sorry multiple times. Honestly, she probably could have gotten at least a meal out of him, simply because of the guilt he felt. Then, of course she had to go and make even Harry lose any sympathy for her. She insulted me. She went so far as to insinuate that I was the one to leave her there on purpose, though how that was possible is beyond me.I barely even thought about her, she meant so little in my grand scheme of things. It got to the point where she tried to hex me. Failed, admittingly but it was the intent that mattered. Harry didn't bother to apologize again. She seemed to put her dumbness in full use, refusing to stop and admit that she went to far. He practically ignored her till she got the hint and escaped back to the burrow. We haven't seen her since.

Till now. Merlin why did she decide to come back like nothing was wrong. Ignoring me doesn't automatically excuse your recent behavior, you know. In case your to dense to notice, your the reason the air is so tense.

We were in the Hogwarts Express, relaxing as much as we could after managing to snag the furthest compartment. When we get back to the castle it wasn't going to be so peaceful anymore. Finding The Gypsy was the furthest from easy. In reality, it was pretty dangerous. Some would say it was down right impossible. No one has seen, let alone talked to The Gypsy since the last person who asked for help. That was years before. Around the time Dumbledore was still a student. Apparently, the one who had asked for help attempted to betray her. To enslave her. In anger and pain; She hid in the castle and was never seen again. No one remembered her after a few days. It was like she never even exsisted! I had heard she wasn't human, that she was one of the last elementals. The last living descendant of the first ever day-walker. Vampire royalty were the only full elementals known and they were rare now-a-days. The others having long disappeared or died. Most think of her as just another fairy tale for kiddys. The trickster who would grant a wish or provide help to those in need. For a price, of course. Nowhere in any book or story ever written and said has had more information on the price. Simply that it was expected. In a way that worried me but I was prepared to do anything to save my family.

Hogwarts was still asleep so we had to rely on the information I could find in old books. Despite not being much, it was enough to get a sense of where to start. The rest would be up to us.

If she doesn't stop talking; I will personally kick her out of here with the utmost violence.

I had called a meeting as soon as lunch ended. I couldn't think of any place to go that had the protection of Maha even while asleep, so I took them to the room of requirement. It felt like a betrayal in a round-about way. Sure I didn't take them anywhere sentimental. Not the room where the Defyers made thier videos; I didn't take them to the Sanctuary. It didn't matter. This was the place we go to let loose. This was the place we go to be ourselves. It was our home, our Safe house. It didn't feel right if the others weren't here with me. I ignored the fact that they already use this place for Dumbles Army or whatnot. We all knew about it and we allowed it. Someone needed to teach the students real defense. That new teacher, Umbridge teached like she looked. A toad. The thing in pink even tried to create a inquisition squad. We flat out refused, but we had some of the others place themselves as spies. It wasn't good if Marcus Flint and his guys were in on this. They were ruthless. True death-eaters in training. So when it came down to it, they had permission. Whether they knew it or not. Now the only one who knew was me. It felt wrong, somehow. Weaslette critizing and infecting the room does not help matters.

Officially fed up with her whining, I said with utmost deadly ice-cold calm, " If you're so opposed to the room I picked then get out. No one will stop you from leaving. In fact, if you don't shut up, then I will personally escort you out. Kicking and screaming." She grew tomato-full-body red. I hoped to Salazar himself that she'd explode. Save us all the trouble. Still no luck. Thankfully, she stayed quiet after that. Though her glare didn't lessen any. She really should learn. Glares havve no effect on me. I will not suddenly combust because she decided to make her hate known.

" So how do you want to do this? " Ron asked.

Honestly, I think he was just trying to defuse some of the dark clouds starting to gather over our heads. I finally told them about my powers. Of course they already guessed most of it, but they never would've known about the upgrades that practically sneaks up on us. Severus still finds some new things every now and again. And he was the first to be adopted. I only told the reckless trio. The twins should already know too, I gave permission for Ron to tell them. The others were still in the dark. Though I suppose they have some kind of idea about it. Random storms that were tied to my moods most likely gave them a clue. I sighed, crawling into Harrys lap and leaning back against him. Honestly, I didn't know why I even bothered to sit in another seat. I always ended up in Harrys lap anyway. Whether by my own motivation or his insistence is just a few ways.

"I don't now. From what I could find, there was strange noises coming from the chamber of secrets around the time the Gypsy disappeared. They say she employed Salazars beast to protect the entrance to her home. Along with a few other tricks. Only the one who wanted to find it but wasn't looking could see the door. You must have a soul of white but a heart of gold. A need to protect and a will to live. Prove your intentions pure with the voice of life. Harry, did you see anything strange when you were down there."

Ron blinked, looking more than a little lost. Harry just quirked an eyebrow. One eyebrow!

That's not fair; I had to practice in a mirror for hours to learn that. And he does it whenever he feels like. Bloody arse.

"Not really, I was a bit preoccupied at the time. Basilisk trying to kill me and all that." He didn't have to say it so wryly. Hmph. That old coot had some explaining to do. Safe and sound, my arse. As soon as I find him, I will get some much deserved answers. Unfortunately, Dumbledore hasn't been in attendance lately. There was no way I'd go to McGonagall, or Merlin forbid, the TOAD.

"I don't get it! We should go the library. There's got to be some books. .." I shook my head. Merlin, but Hermione hates not knowing everything.

"Don't bother, Mione. The voice of life is the soul songs original name. As for the others,...Honestly, it was a trick riddle. Basically, you just need to know your soul song. As for the 'find but not look' bit..., ummm. Well, we'll just do what I always do. Wing it!" Was that really cause for Mione to stare so hard!?

"Wing. It." Should I feel scared? Cause I do. I really, really do! "I have to work extra hard for every great grade I make. I study and study till my brain is stuffed. I even skip meals sometimes just so I could study some more. And you...you. Wing. It! Do you know how hard I work just so I could stay that little. Bit. Above you! Do you know how much I crammed and crammed just to have top marks. And I barely make it. Every time I have to work harder and harder and I still just. Barely. BEAT. You! Now your telling me that you just. Wing. It. WING IT!"

...and she'll huff and she'll puff and she'll blow the house down! Did I say that out loud, please tell me I didn't say that out loud.

I didn't. For once my luck held out. I had no doubt Hermione would cut me open and force feed me my intestines one by one...I was morbid and on a fudge withdrawal, ( I haven't had a piece since we were packing our stuff in the Black manor!) so sue me. I wonder if I should say something. But... What DO you say to something like that. In all honesty, I don't think about grades much. I study and work hard like every other student, but I don't obsess about it. If I'm particularly in a mood then I'd even make a game of it. For some reason, I don't think Hermione would appreciate that answer much. I stayed silent. Only safe option at this point.

"Well, do you have anything to say." Wait, she WANTED me to say something. I could tell her that gritting her teeth that hard could cause future problems. Or the twitch in her eye made her look a wee bit mad. Again, don't think she'd appreciate it much. I looked at her and really, only one option appealed to my self-preservation instincts.

"Would you like some fudge?" What? It was a viable question! There was no need to throw a pillow at my head. Honestly, it's a known fact that fudge could calm the wildest dragon. I'm living proof! Harry, stop laughing and help me, damn it.

It took a too-busy-laughing-to-be-of-much-help Git of a boyfriend and a Weasel with actual sense to get her off me. I'm not even going to mention the Weaslette, bitch had a smug look the whole time. I swear to Merlin someone will off her one of these days. I would only feel the tiniest bit bad when it does happen, and that will only be because Harry will most likely feel bad. Merlin knows he feels bad for every godforsaken death...again. Fudge. Not since Black manor. Morbid sense of humor..., Totally not my fault...Anyway, back on track!

"Like I was saying! You guys would most likely need your own soul songs, in case of an emergency. It could give you a, however slight, advantage. It's not that hard to find and it doesn't take much. If we meet here tomorrow for dinner; I could probably. .."

"I am not trusting you with my soul song. You already said yourself that with it you could control us. You made your freaky magic with the imperius, one of THE unforgivables.I wouldn't put it past you to use it to betray us. Harry, tell him." I should've known her silence wouldn't last. Hmm, but they really should build a charm school for red-heads.

"First of all, there are actual laws against that. Second, the imperius was a MINOR part. WILL is what really powers it. Honestly, you weren't listening if you think it was that easy. Soul songs are more comlicated then you could imagine. It would take more than just tweaking it with a few spells and boom to have a hand-held person controller; If it would even allow that kind of change. I might have said soul songs define your very life but it was more than that. A more accurate claim would be a soul song defines you. Your faults, your gifts, even the things your not aware of or just plain denying. There are many different songs and most aren't what the person expected. It's why it was so dangerous, soul songs call to you. They will tell you everything about youself and it won't let you hide. It's more feelings and emotions; life and beliefs than the actual words itself that truly gives it importance. Not even Voldedork would misuse its power. The words itself is a moot point as far as the overall picture goes."

She snorted, and I didn't think it was for the same reason the reckless trio did.

"You don't have to find yours if you don't want. In fact, you could just stay here. Guard the Coots Army or whatever." She might be a bitch, but she did know how to duel. I didn't know how long we were going to be down there anyway. Best to place some precautions...besides, I'll have Luna watch over her.

"Dumbledore! Its Dumbledore's Army." Again with the sneers, really you would think she'd learn. Oh well, not my face that looks like that.

"Yeah, I know." Now she had the full-body red armor she loves so much. Better make sure there was nowhere near fire. As Franky from that muggle movie would say 'No, fire bad. Make go boom'. Or something to that effect.

"Seriously, we're going to trust this guy to help us. He can't even show respect to Dumbledore. The leader of the light." That again. She really should give up. It was my turn to snort and I made even that look good. If I do say so myself. Hey, never denyed my smidge of vanity.

"Gin, that's enough. Look if you can't handle this then just stay here." She looked ready to disagree and Ron picked up before she could start an argument with Harry.

"Please, Gin. We need someone here to watch over Dumbledores Army. Your the only one we trust with that." Ahh, nothing like a little bit of flattery to recruit them to your view. It took a few more minutes and a lot of lip chewing but she finally nodded. I could breath. I clapped my hands.

"So, tomorrow after dinner. We meet here and bring your sleepwear. Just in case." They nodded and I sighed. Crisis averted. Progress made. And fudge finally savored. After a last kiss from Harry, scowl all you want. I'm not going to stop just for you, Weaslette! , I headed to the rest of my day and a dorm room all to myself. My chest clenched.

Maybe I can sneak into Harrys dorm. I'm sure he wouldn't mind.

***break***

He didn't mind, Ron did. Surprisingly the others weren't too horrible when they found a snake in thier den. Most just ignored me, while others mumbled a good morning. Probably still too early for natural reactions. Or any type of reaction that could cause a ruckess.

"Ahhh, what the bloody hell. Mate, I can deal with you dating the Ferret but, our DORM! Come on, this is a snake free zone." The Weasel, one could always count on him to be predictable. Honestly, all we did was sleep...ok, maybe we did some making out as well. But, it's not like we shagged, Merlin! No need to break out the name-calling. He was obviously awed by my mere presence to help it in his sleep state, so I will graciously forgive his little slip.

His voice apparently woke the others that little bit more because it became chaos in no seconds flat. I knew it. Spot on. Voices rose and catcalls could be heard. I was two seconds away from heximg the lot of them. Sometimes I hate it when I'm right. It was way too noisy for so early in the morning. Who the bloody hell even opened the curtains!

A hand landed on my shoulder. For thier sake I hope they aren't planning something dumb, like anything to do with tickling for one. It was too quiet. What happened to the voices and catcalls. I don't like this quiet. It could only mean bad things. I really don't want to have to kill so early in the morning!

The hand moved to my back, it wasn't Harrys. A shake. They weren't aware of the dangers of waking me, so i'll be merciful. It. Tickled. With a laugh, I shot up in bed and bit that offending hand. Hard. There was a scream, but I ignored it. Opting to do the dignified thing and go back to blessed sleep. Really, I was nice. Whoever had the nerve to try that was lucky enough not to be dead. Tickle a sleeping dragon. Even Pansy got hexed if she so much as tried that! Hmmm, I wonder where Harry is?..oh well, back to sleep.

"Hey, Seamus. Did your mom let you bring your Christmas deserts?" Harrys voice suddenly asked. He must have been in the shower.

"Yeahhh, she wrapped it up before we left. Why?" Poor sod, he sounded do confused.

"No reason. Could you show me?" Why would he want to see desserts? Harry is so weird. Still mine, but weird nonetheless.

There was some shuffling and the sound of a package tearing...that smell. I know that smell! My eyes opened almost against my will. The first thing I saw was Harry. His eyes were dancing. For a moment all I could do was blink and try to figure out what got me out of a such a great dream. My eyes widened and I sat up so fast I bumped my head into Harrys. Ignoring his whine about hard-headed-dragons, I got up amd scanned the room.

There was Neville. I really had to talk to him, Pansy needs someone to protect her, what with her hatred of fighting. Just cause your great at something doesn't mean you nessassarily have to like it. He can't get scared of every little thing. Dean and Ron were talking. No, the smell was coming from more to the left. There! The smell was coming from there. That box on what was his name? Seamus lap. I was in front of him and employing my deadliest I'm-innocent-please-can-I-have-some puppy eyes, complete with eye contact and a bonefide gorgeous pout, before I even registed the person holding it was a Griffindor. He blinked, looking at the box. Then back at me. The box. Me. The box. He gave in when I upped my pout, going so far as to let a single tear escape. He held one out to me. I took the box. Walking back to Harrys bed, I held one out to him. Thankfully, he stopped laughing enough to eat it properly! I would hate to have to kill my own boyfriend. I waited to long to get him as it is.

"What. The hell!?" Seamus apparently got out of his funk enough to ask. It was like a signal. Laughter rang out and you could hear Rons voice; he was so loud.

"That's what I said!" I ignored them all in favor of enjoying some of this fudgetasticness. It really was great. Just enough coca to make it chocolaty without over stating it. Ahhh, seems like there was another goddess out there. I wonder if I could meet her. I could certainly use another goddess, Pansy was usually the one to make my fudge. I ate another one and pushed those thoughts away. We WILL get them back. No matter what, and when we do I'll share some fudge with them. I missed them that much! Finishing with this mornings portion, I put the rest on the nightstand, delighting at the yelp that came from any who dared to touch it. Hmph, like I wouldn't place sufficient protection on MY fudge! Ignoring the spluttering of the gryphs in horrible color patterns, I thanked Merlin it was friday. If this did take longer than nessesary, we wouldn't need to miss out on any classes. Mione would murder me if we do! She-devil.

With a curse to all things daylight, I got up and headed to the showers. Threatening all with between-the-leg harm if they dared interupt me... except Harry. I might need that someday. He could deal with another scar, though. Maybe a dragon tattoo! Now THAT would be devotion. If he was nice, I'll even get a lion tat to match. We could even make it live like my animagus tattoo! I always wanted to get Lyra a friend.(I know, I named it after my glamor. We all did. Sort of a way to always remember them, no matter what the future holds.) Harry could also get his animagus tat. Hmmm, sounds better the more I think about it, actually. I'll bring it up with him when we're done saving my family.

*** classes officially sucked. I could barely retain the information they were trying to sell us. Thank Merlin it was over with. I was right, again. Geez, you think that'd get old. Always being right. It doesn't. In fact it's one of my many talented qualitys.

The soul songs took a long while, if only because Ron refused to calm down. I don't even want to get started on Harrys inability to clear his mind. Thank the stars, with Hermione's help we were eventually able to move on. I made a mental note to speak to Severus about his acting abilities. There is such a thing as going to far! It was actually surprising. I could imagine Harrys song, it wasn't that shocking. Then again I did watch him constantly for most of my life. But in that respect, I feel I should have had, well at least a clue about the others. They were like attached to Harry hip most times. Reckless Trio, 'member! Then again... what do I know.

It was hectic, to say the least. But, we got it done, eventually. And we had fudge afterwards. I glared at Ron till he stopped shoveling the delicacies in his mouth like a common pig...scratch that. I seen a pig savor fudge before. Granted it was in a carnival, muggle no less. BUT, I HAVE SEEN IT! And I rather not squander that pigs memory with his un-mannerisque-ness...we'll add that to my dictionary. After that we got ready to put the new-just-suddenly-there beds to use. For sleep. It was kinda nauseating to have to remind Ron and Hermione, of all people of that. They even had the gall to pretend not to know what I was saying! Like I couldn't tell a hormone driven couple from a mile away, honestly. Just because I have actual SELF-CONTROL doesn't mean I haven't experienced it. I wasn't exactly a vergion..OKAY, think about something else.

My mind hates me. I stop with sex and lust only to come up with my friends. How was that even possible...I miss them.

I close my eyes and grit my teeth. I will not cry. I. Will not. Cry. I. Will. Not. Tears gather like a rain storm and I know I couldn't hold it any longer. I haven't kept this much emotion inside in so long. At this point I wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not. It was embarrassingly easy to loose control. It doesn't matter that I was technically alone, for how awake the others were. The point was I should be able to swallow those feelings without trouble. Alone or not. I do it every summer with my parents. I caught a glimmer off to my left and I smiled, however small. Even asleep, Maha looks out for me. I opened the door to my favorite place. A snow covered mountain with a piano smack dab in fhe middle. There was even an ice candle. I got it off a muggle movie I saw. Frozen. Let it go became our favorite song. We would sing it whenever we felt down or whenever really. It just described us so well, we imagined singing it when it was finally safe to come clean. It always managed to help me, calm me and now wasn't any different. Even if it was supposed to be kinda uplifting and all I could do was cry through it all. It felt good, like they were still with me. Like I could still feel them, they weren't locked in a box or held captive somewhere, they were here. Next to me. I could still feel them in my head. It was exactly what the doctor ordered. By the end I was filled to the brink with determination and hope again. I WILL find them. I never noticed the three sets of eyes on me. Even as I lay down to finally get some shut eye, I never noticed the rustle of cloth as those three people got back in bed. I was unaware of the hushed whispers. I was already gone, down, down in the dream world.

Sorry for the wait. I got a wee bit sick and maybe hopefully-not new wisdom tooth growing in. Anyway, review, review, review! ! Anyone who gives reviews gets fudge!...not really, but its the thought that counts.

DRACO: Don't blasphemize fudge!

...I know. Fudge is way too godly to use so callously. *sniff* but I want some reviews! I'm new, I need the critical criticism...or the 'great jobs' and 'we like it' work just as well. I like those best.

DRACO: ...I suppose I could forgive you this once. Here, you need some fudgetasticness. It's the peanut butter variey. Only second best to chocolate.

Yayy! Your the best. *she sits, she breaths, she savors.* Ahhh, nothing like the greatness of fudge. Would you like some milk with it, Draco?

DRACO: yes, nye that would go wonderfully with the peanut butter greatness. *simultaneously sigh in peace, looking at something only they see*

HARRY: ...

RON: ...

HERMIONE: ... we don't know them.