HappyHS: Good question. I was debating whether or not the Mist would work on wizards, but I decided that it didn't. This is due to the fact that they are already aware of magic, and do not need to interpret it in a logical sense. To them it is logic. Does that make sense? There should be more details about it later. By the way, I saw your reviews for A New Twist, I'm so glad you like it!

ButterflyFlyToMe: She makes us all laugh.

darklilyofthevalley: I'm pretty sure I put a translation at the bottom, but just in case it said: "Hoe dare you make a fool of the daughter of Athena!"

max artemis potter: Unfortunately, no. OOP specifically lists the people in the DA, and since I'm trying to keep both plot lines in order, that won't work. A shame, really. She would be great at it!

superawesomejennifer-thatme: Maybe.

hAdesLythErinmadrigalX: Tell me about it!

Cookie05: I once had that song stuck in my head for nearly a week! I drove my family completely insane. Anyway, thanks for the movie list. My dad agrees and said I only need to watch the first.

Glass of H20: Thank you.

Masterofbugs123: You'll find out soon enough.

Lieutenant Winter: Thanks, hopefully I didn't disappoint.

Annabeth lay flat on her bed, staring at the canopy above her. It was approximately two o'clock in the morning. Annabeth had been lying in this position for several hours.

How could I have been so stupid? she asked herself for the umpteenth time. She had acted on impulse and emotion! What was wrong with her? She was supposed to be able to control these things!

And the dagger! How could she have been so careless? They had seen the dagger! They shouldn't have even been able to see it. Right? Could wizards see through the Mist? Great, just great. Now everybody was going to think that she was some crazed, murderous lunatic. So much for keeping a low profile.

If Vaisey had not seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed it.

The Weasley twins were not particularly popular with everyone, but even most of the Slytherins agreed they were good for a laugh. He had never seen anybody so angry before. He would never forget the look in her eyes. He shuddered involuntarily. He decided to never cross that girl.

"You're in my seat."

Aleron Vaisey looked up to see a pair of cold steel-grey eyes glaring down at him. The eyes belonged to a pale, pointed face with neatly parted platinum-blond hair. It was none other than the Slytherin Prince himself, Draco Malfoy. The boy stood there, with his two goons, Vincent Crabbe, and Gregorey Goyle, towering over him. Vaisey, not wanting any trouble, obeyed and got out of the chair.

One of the goons shoved him.

"Hey!" protested Vaisey indignantly, "What was that for? I moved!"

"You shouldn't have been there in the first place!" Malfoy snarled. His goons grunted in agreement. "That should teach you some respect." Draco stretched and put his feet up on the stool in front of him, knocking over an unfortunate second-year in the process.

"Careful, Malfoy," said Blaise, "your ego is showing."

Draco's face turned from nearly white to bright red. "Yes, because you're such an honorable person yourself, Zabini! If my father was here . . ." everyone groaned.

"Really, Malfoy, you need to get some new material," Zabini replied casually, "It's always 'Potter this', 'my father that'. It's getting old."

Malfoy scowled. "Last time I checked, I was the perfect!"

"What are you going to do? Take away House points?"

"Why, I ought to . . . "

Zabini waved his hand at him, clearly bored by the conversation. He returned his attention to the two girls he was sitting between.

Vaisey tried not to giggle, and continued doodling in his notebook. Unfortunately, Malfoy noticed this. His focus reverted back to the eleven-year-old. "Think this is funny, do you?" he demanded. Vaisey shrugged, but anyone could seen he was about to lose it. Draco went over and picked up his notebook. "What this?" he asked in a mocking voice, "a diawry?"

Vaisey's eyes widened. "Give that back!" he shouted.

"Make me," the older boy said. Draco opened the book. To his disappointment, it was not a diary, but rather a notebook full of drawings. Malfoy flipped through the pages, trying to find something that he could use to humiliate the boy. To his great dismay, he found nothing.

"Real manly," he muttered.

"Says the boy who spends an hour on his hair every morning," Zabini muttered.

Draco glared at him. "Will you SHUT UP?" He handed the book back to Vaisey. "Here, take your stupid book. I am not sure why I'm surprised. You take after you father, I suppose."

The tips of Aleron's ears urned red. The look on his face was so melancholy, that for a second it seemed as though he would cry. But Slytherins did not cry. Vaisey snatched back the book and ran to him dorm, slamming the door behind him.

"Did you see . . . ?"

" . . . The look in her eyes . . ."

" . . . Like she was going to . . ."

Annabeth kept her head down, walking quickly through the hallways, trying to ignore the other children's whispers.

She received many dirty looks from the students, the Gryffindors in particular. Some people even seemed afraid of her, but most were just angry. They muttered things about how she couldn't take a joke and whatnot. Annabeth scowled. They don't know what they're talking about, Annabeth reasoned. She had an excellent sense of humor.

Annabeth sat quietly and took notes in potions, glad to actually have to have a distraction from her misery. It was a double period, and Annabeth sat in the back of the room instead of her usual seat next to Vaisey. She couldn't afford any distractions. Had she been paying attention to her Slytherin friend, she would have noticed that he appeared to be rather grief-stricken as well, but Aleron was not her main focus.

Forrest Harper was not a particularly affectionate or sensitive person. But even he couldn't help but feel bad when he saw the look on his Housemate's face. He had figured Vaisey would bounce back in a day or two, but he was wrong. If anything, the kid became more and more depressed each day. Harper had been debating whether or not to say anything to him, and on Thursday night, he finally made his move.

He entered the dorm to see the boy sitting on his bed. He looked as bitter as ever. Harper sighed. "Hey Vaisey, you alright there, mate?" he asked.

Vaisey looked positively morbid. His eyes were red and swollen, as if he had been crying for hours. Harper was stunned, to say the very least. In all the years they had known each other, never once had he seen Vaisey cry. This also made him confused. Was he really that upset over Malfoy? That didn't sound like him at all.

"Why do you care?" he demanded coldly.

"I . . . " Harper shuffled his feet awkwardly, unsure of what to say. Why did he care? "You didn't show up for class, today," he said. "I - - I mean, Chase was wondering about you. I personally couldn't care less."

Vaisey's eyes softened a bit. Harper smirked. Normally, at this point he wold make a joke about Vaisey fancying her, but not this time. He sat down on the bed next to the closest thing he had to a friend.

"How is she?" Vaisey asked. "Annabeth, I mean. I feel like I've avoiding her the past couple of days. She seemed upset about something."

"You've been avoiding everyone," Forrest pointed out. He looked down at the floor and noticed that Vaisey's trunk was packed. "What's going on?" he asked. "You're not still upset about Malfoy, are you?"

Once again, Vaisey looked extremely somber. Harper thought that he wasn't going to say anything, but instead he whispered. "It's Kayla."

"Oh." Kayla was Aleron's little sister. She wasn't old enough to go to Hogwarts yet. Harper didn't understand what the problem was. "Yeah, how is she?"

"She's dead."

Forrest's mouth suddenly felt dry. "Dead?" the word sounded strange to him, almost foreign. He had heard of people who died. His mother had died, but had never gotten a chance to know her. This was different. He had lived next door to the Vaisey's for as long as he could remember. He had been invited to their house. He had played Quidditch in their yard. He knew Kayla. Everyone hears about people dying, but you never think it would happen to someone you know. "Wh-when did this happen?"

"She had disappeared earlier this week, but I never thought . . . I didn't realize . . ." Vaisey struggled to find words as he felt a sudden lump in his throat. "I got the owl this morning. They found her body. My dad's coming to pick me up for the funeral," his eyes were watery, just the verge of tears. "No one can know," Vaisey said, looking up. "Promise?"

Harper nodded. He was appalled and horrified . . . yet, at the same time, quite intrigued. He wanted to find out more. "Do . . . do they know how it happened?"

Aleron's lip quivered slightly. Harper pretended not to notice. "My parents think it was the killing curse, but of course the Ministry doesn't want to hear of it," there were no words Harper could use to describe the look of misery of Vaisey's face. "It's them," he whispered. "The Death Eaters, they're coming."

Sorry to end that chapter on such a low note.

At last, the long awaited chapter has come. This story is finally starting to develop a plot. Future chapters will include Rose Zeller, a bit of the Weasley twins, some more Theodore Nott, and a certain Jack Russell Terrier and Abyssinian cat.

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