A/N-Be prepared for a delirious battle! Kidding. :D

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A damask room with a dark, looming figure by the stone fireplace. I wasn't a being, just a spirit roaming, an observer. The room was filled with bodies, inspected closer, they were faceless...and dead. If I were human, I would have screamed, but instead my heart tore and I feeded on my pain.

"You will contribute to the future in a seemingly insignificant way," a disembodied voice was heard from the shadows.

"You will touch his heart in a way that you can't touch his brother," the voice continued to hiss. "A savior of a savior."

"What will I become?" my spirit asked frantically, through the soulless bodies.

The voice did not answer back. I looked around me helplessly, looking at the bodies and finally looking down at myself.

I was covered in blood. There were cuts on my arms and legs. I screamed.

I thrashed on the soft ground, the silk blankets. Soft ground? Silk blankets? My head pounded in exertion, and when I peeked to open my eyes, the faint light hurt them. I realized that it had been a dream. I convinced myself that it was a dream, and that this headache was thankfully from the hangover and not from something worse. I was seated alertly, my back strangely erect. I sunk back on my covers.

"Alex?" Cissy was at my side, looking gaunt. "Alex? What happened to you? You were screaming."

"Nothing. Just a bad dream."

"No dream has ever made you utter such a blood-curdling scream."

"It was nothing. Nightmares are nothing."

I suddenly noticed the shattered mirror on the floor. "What happened?"

Cissy suddenly got nervous. "It broke when you sat up. And then that's when you started screaming."

"I did that?" I asked her in awe. Me? I could do magic without a wand?

"Do you realize how powerful you are?" Cissy whispered to me.

It was strange how it seemed to be always the two of us in our dormitory and the three others we shared it with were always away when we were in here. That's why I never got closer to those others.

"I'm not powerful, dear."

"Do you know what Lucius told me about you?"

"Lucius? That older boyfriend of yours who has asked you to marry him?"

"Yes."

"How amusing that he has told you about me when He has not met me," I sneered.

"Alex, he became a Death Eater."

I paused at that piece of information. "So, you're telling me that he's getting information of me because of that?"

"He says that the Dark Lord has been watching prospects. He sees young Black as one, Bellatrix the other, Snape is being watched as well, also Rosier, and...you."

"My family doesn't devote themselves to that belief."

"Honestly, Alex?" Cissy continued in anxiousness. "If you get past every sweet feature of your face, and every kind thing about you, people would understand why you were placed in Slytherin, unlike the rest of your family."

"What?"

"You have this dark power about you. You scare me sometimes with it. I wonder how you do it. I can't do half the things that you can do."

"What things?" I asked in alarm.

"You can manipulate and have people love you. You have that strange attraction that even the most influential and popular people in this school cannot ever compare in height. You can do terrible things, admit it. You have thought terrible things."

"That's not a power, Cissy."

"I'm not telling you about the others. I am in fear of your awareness. I'd rather you don't know what you're capable of."

"You make me sound like a lunatic."

"No. I'm trying to keep you from it."

"Fine. Don't tell me. Trick me. Deceive me. Keep me from becoming a follower."

"I'll do my best Alex. You know how I care for you. Now drink this potion so that you won't be in that hungover state the whole day."

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SIRIUS BLACK

"Oh, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!
It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night
Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear,
Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear.
So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows
As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows.
The measure done, I'll watch her place of stand,
And, touching hers, make blessed my rude hand.
Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight!
For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night."

I said this aloud, quoting the Shakespeare. I was looking out the window and even from this height, I saw the small figure and familiar black hair and green robes. Stupid Slytherin, making me feel funny things.

"What the hell are you rambling about now?" Prongs tasked me sleepily, shuffling his feet toward me and threw his arm around my shoulder. "I swear, you're mumbling jibberish the longer the weeks pass."

"It's Shakespeare."

"Legendary Shakespeare!" Prongs said loudly, shaking his hands in the air to make a moot point. "Does he tell you the answers to life?"

"He's an artist, don't make fun," I mock-pouted.

"You've been so out of it since that first day you saw her all gussied up."

"Who's her?" I asked, playing dumb.

"The only her in your life, stupid."

"Can we not talk about her like that? Like she's the only girl in the world, that's why people have names."

"Fiiiiine. Hernandez, then."

"Don't say her name!" I hissed.

"What do you want from me?" Prongs said in exasperation.

"I'm losing my mind."

"Obviously." he laughed. "Oy, Moony. Come here and watch Padfoot lose his mind."

"Oh, something to look forward to!" Moony said dully, walking out of the bathroom. "What else is new?"

"Ah," Prongs said, glancing at his watch. "Sorry gents, but Lily is expecting me down below. I'll see you," he pointed at me "and you," he pointed at Moony "later. And then tell him that for me when he thinks to wake up." He gestured his thumb over to Wormtail, who was still slumbering soundly.

I swear, that boy could stay asleep even if a marching band went through the room.

"You're not going to start quoting Shakespeare again, are you?" Moony said, pretending to look cautious.

"No, my dear friend," I replied in amusement. "But you will be reading about him for the next few days. Try Romeo and Juliet. Savvy?"

I tossed the book to him and he caught it skillfully. Shocking for someone who didn't do any athletics.

As me and Moony raced down the stairs for breakfast, I saw her entering through the double doors, her hood up, making her look grave and mysterious. Again with the her business. What was wrong with me? And what was she up to?

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A/N-Ah, I have no idea why I put Sirius' point of view suddenly. I guess I just wanted to see a taste of his mind. I dunno, my fingers have a mind of their own. Reviews! It's not that hard. Just click an icon and it's done! xoxo's.