A/N: Yay! I have returned from my redneck hometown! And I have a lovely tan from my trip (just saying). But the good news is, my laptop has come back from the dead! Hallelujah! I brought it with me to my dad's so I could write the chapters. But I couldn't post them until now...Anyways, this chapter is pretty massive. Something totally surprising turns up at the end. Hehehehe, I can't tell you. *smiles deviously* R&R!

(Back at Hogwarts) Hermione's POV

Dumbledore was so close to be taken away to Azkaban, but luckily he escaped. But he also left us with Umbridge, making her our new headmistress. I was sure that he had some idea on how to return; hopefully he would.

Everyone in the D.A. was brought to Umbridge to serve detention. We'd probably be in there for the rest of the school year. Our first detention was today, unfortunately.

I sat down at a desk, seeing a piece of parchment and quill already laid out for me to use. Pretty soon everyone was here and sitting down and Umbridge told us to begin. We were to write lines; I must not break the rules. I grabbed the quill and began to write, and almost very soon I could feel a growing pain in my hand. Blood-red ink spilled from the tip of the quill, writing out 'I must not break the rules.' The pain almost became too much for me, so I looked over at my hand and held in a gasp. The words I was writing was carved into my skin. So this is what Harry had to go through, and poor Aaralyn, too.

I looked over to my left to see Harry suffering through writing out the lines. Every now and then he glanced up at Umbridge and gave her a death glare. I then looked around for Aaralyn, but couldn't find her anywhere. Strange enough, I couldn't seem to find Rosaline either. Did they even come for detention? I shrugged off the question glued in my head and continued to write. Sadly, I wrote until my hand was bleeding. I stood up and walked over to Umbridge.

"I believe the message has sunk in enough," I said politely, handing her the parchment and quill.

"Hand," she ordered.

I showed her my tortured, bleeding hand and she observed it carefully.

"Yes, I see the lesson has gotten past you," she said, "You may go."

I gladly turned to leave. On my way out, I looked at almost all of the desks to find Aaralyn and Rosaline; but I didn't see them.

Where could they be?

I walked to hospital wing, to have Madame Pomfrey bandage my hand. And then I went back to the Great Hall to wait for Harry and Ron. I waited for what seemed like hours for someone to come out. Soon Neville stepped out, wincing as he looked over his hand.

"Neville," I said, "Did you see Rosaline and Aaralyn in there?"
"No, I didn't actually," he shook his head and then walked off to the hospital wing.

I sighed and leaned against the wall. Why wouldn't they show up for detention? If they tried to ditch then they'd have extra detention; maybe even with Filch. I shivered a little at the thought and then waited longer. Finally Harry walked out of the Great Hall.

"Harry," I called to him, "By any chance, did you happen to see Aaralyn and Rosaline in there?"

He thought for a moment, looking back at the doors of the Great Hall. He then looked back and shook his head.

"No," he said, "Did they even show up? They'd get extra detention for that, you know."

"Of course I know," I scoffed, "But no one has seen them."

Then Ron came out, glaring madly at the floor.

"Ron," Harry said to get his attention, "Please tell us that you saw Aaralyn and Rosaline in there."

"Sorry," he said, "I didn't. Why?"

"They didn't show up for detention," I said.

"I wish I didn't either," Ron muttered.

"Ron, this is serious," I said, "Where could they be?"

"I don't know," he shrugged, "We could ask Luna she's seen them."

Harry nodded in agreement and then waited for Luna or any Ravenclaw to come out. But instead of Luna coming out, Michael Corner did.

"Hey Michael," Ron said, "You know Aaralyn and Rosaline?"

"Yeah," he nodded, "They're in Ravenclaw, aren't they?"

"Yeah, did you see them anywhere?" Harry asked.

"No," he said, "Actually, yesterday, when Umbridge caught us, I didn't see them in the common room. I saw Umbridge take them to her office."

I gasped, and put a hand over my mouth. What did that gargoyle do to them?
"Thanks," Ron said coolly and Michael walked away.

"What do you think she did with them?" he then asked us.

"You don't think she..." Harry didn't finish his sentence.

"No," I said, "She couldn't have. She works for the Ministry."

"True, but she's also a real nutter," Ron said, "She made us slice our own hands up."

"But she couldn't actually," I paused, swallowing the lump in my throat, "...kill them. Could she?"

"I don't know," Harry shrugged, "Let's try looking for them."

I nodded and then we went towards the Ravenclaw common room. We luckily made in time to find Luna at the entrance, and she let us in. We didn't see them in the common room, so I went up to the girls' dormitory to find them. I reached the door that led to the fifth years' room. I opened the door, hoping that they would be there, but they weren't.

Please don't be dead. Please don't be dead. Please don't be dead. Please don't be dead.

I ran back down the steps, my heart racing with anxiety.

"They're not there," I said.

"They usually hang out at the Black Lake," Harry suggested.

"Please let them be there," I mumbled.

But they weren't at the Black Lake either. Once we reached their favorite spot underneath the big tree, we didn't find anyone.

"Where else do they hang out?" Ron asked.

"The library," I said.

We all raced back to the castle and went straight to the library. We each checked every aisle and each section of the library, but they weren't there.

"Okay, now I'm starting to get scared," Ron said.

"Oh now you are?" I asked sarcastically.

"Don't start," Harry interrupted Ron from starting another argument. "We need to focus on Aaralyn and Rosaline right now. Where else do they hang out?"

"No where else," I said, "These are the only places they could be."

"But why would Umbridge take them to her office?" Ron asked, "Do you think she stuffed them in a closet or something?"

"No," Harry said, "But we could look in there to see if there's anything to find."

"No," I immediately protested, "We can't go snooping in Umbridge's office. We could get expelled!"

"Then we won't be seen," Harry shrugged, "We'll just use my dad's old cloak."

"But what if she's in there?" Ron asked.

"We'll set up a diversion," Harry suggested, "We could get Fred and George to do something for us."

Ron looked at me and then at Harry. He then shrugged and nodded.

"It's worth a shot," he said.

"What?" I quietly shrieked, "You're actually agreeing to this?"

"You're the one who wanted to know if Aaralyn and Rosaline were okay," he said, "So do you want to find out or not?"

He was right, unfortunately. I sighed and nodded. I just hoped that they would show up before we went along with this ridiculous plan.

(Division) Aaralyn's POV

I slowly fluttered my eyes opened, gazing up at the blank, white ceiling above me. I could hear a faint beeping next to me. I turned my head, and saw that I was attached to a heart monitor. I was lying on a bed, hooked up to all of these machines.

"What the hell is this?" I whispered.

"Oh nothing," a vile, sickening voice sneered, "Just running a few tests."

I looked up and saw Carver smirking down at me.

"If you stick one needle in me, I'll jump from this bed and choke you to death," I spat.

Carver didn't react. He only smirked and then walked away. Moments later a man in a white came towards me, pushing a small, metal cart. It was brought over to the side of my bed. I could see almost twenty different syringes with all different colored drugs and poisons that he would soon inject into me. They were going to test me until I died of an overdose. I tried to get up but something was pulling me back; I was strapped to the bed. I should have known, otherwise it would have been to easy for me to escape.

He lifted the first syringe; it was filled with a clear liquid. He eyed me oddly and then cautiously made his way over to my arm. He quietly sighed in relief and brought the tip of needle to my arm. Once the cold metal touched my skin, I lifted my hand and threw the guy across the room. The cart fell over and spilled everything on the floor. I quickly focused on the straps on my body. I struggled to bring my hand up, palm facing the first strap. But soon it got it to unbuckle. I slipped my arms out and then unbuckled the second strap, letting my hips loose. I finally unbuckled the last strap, freeing my legs, and sprung from my bed. I was almost at the door, when it opened in front of me. Carver stood on the other side, glaring at me.

"Trying to run away, I see," he said.

I glared in return.

"I should have knocked you out during the tests," he said, shaking his head.

"Well I guess this proves you're too stupid to think of that in the first place," I shrugged.

I brought my hands up in front of me and flung him backwards, making him hit wall very hard. I looked over him, and saw that he was luckily knocked out. I then ran down the hall, looking for the door to Rosaline's room. But there were no windows for me to look in. And if I opened a random door, I could run into to trouble (such as Hector).

I walked quickly around the corner and continued to search. I still didn't find it. There were only a bunch mini-labs and chemistry rooms. I didn't remember this from when we were first brought in.

"Looking for something?" I heard someone ask.

I turned around startled, and saw the one person that I was wishing not to see; Hector. He glared at me and crossed his arms around his chest tightly.

"Shit," I cursed under my breath.

His scowl changed into an evil smirk, and then he slowly walked up to me.

Please don't kill me. Please don't kill me. Please don't kill me.

(Hogwarts) George's POV

Hermione had told me that Rosaline and Aaralyn were missing. Once I heard this, my heart sank deeply. I wanted to know more about where Aaralyn was, or where she could be, but Hermione only told me what she knew. I was glad to torment Umbridge when Fred and I were offered to help. I'd like to push that pink toad off the Astronomy Tower for what she did to Aaralyn; whatever that was.

Fred held onto the rope very tightly, waiting anxiously for the Slytherins to walk by.

"You ready, George?" he asked.

"Ready as I'll every be, Fred," I shrugged, smirking.

The bell rang and the big group of Slytherins poured into the hall. We waited for them to get close enough, and once they did, Fred let go of the rope. Quickly, buckets of thick, white powder poured onto them. We heard several rough coughs as the powder thickened into clouds around them. But as it cleared, we then heard screaming. Now those rotten Slytherins were covered in giant red and gold spots. Fred and I laughed and quickly ran to the Gryffindor common room before Umbridge or Filch got there.

Any moment now, Harry, Hermione and Ron would be in Umbridge's office and find a way to get Aaralyn and Rosaline back. I missed Aaralyn terribly. I remembered every bit of time I spent with her yesterday, to the very last words I said to her. I had produced a full patronus and it was all because of her. The memory of me telling her I loved her just filled me up and made me smile. I needed her to come back, and very soon.

I honestly never wanted to loose her again. I knew Aaralyn liked taking risks and can't help herself from being a bloody hero, but that's was one of the many things that I loved about her. But I can't stand to see her get hurt. I just hope she comes back in one piece.

Immediately an idea came to my mind.

"Hey Fred," I said.

"What?" he asked.

"What would you think if Aaralyn stayed with us in the flat above the shop?" I asked.

Fred looked at me with wide eyes, but I could tell he wasn't surprised I asked that. He smirked and lightly chuckled.

"I was wondering when you were going to ask that," he said.

"Yeah, yeah, I get it, I'm predictable," I said, "So what do you think?"

"Honestly," he shrugged, "I'm fine with it. Besides, we need someone to run the cash register."

"I don't know if I should take that as an insult or a compliment," I said, "But either way, at least you're fine with it."

"I'm just mentioning the advantage to it," he said, "I mean, sure; why not? Just don't have too much fun with her."

I scowled at him as he laughed quite loudly. I rolled my eyes and punched his shoulder. I then chuckled and sat down on the couch once we came into the common room. I just sat there, looking into the fire in thought. The idea of Aaralyn actually living with me...wow. I loved the idea; I absolutely loved it. I just had to ask her first.

(Division) Rosaline's POV

I was still in that small, empty room. I didn't sleep at all; mostly because I could feel Carver's black eyes just watching my every move. And probably any second now he would come in here and make my life even more miserable. I didn't need that.

Just like I predicted, the door opened. But it wasn't Carver who came in. Instead it was a younger looking man. He had wavy brown hair, leaner figure and looked a little looser than Carver; I figured that since he wasn't wearing a jacket and had the top two buttons of his shirt undone and his sleeves rolled up. His green eyes were what caught my eye first. Something about him told me I knew him from somewhere.

"Hey Rosie," he smiled.

At that moment, I knew who he was. The sound of his voice, the way he smiled, the nickname, it all popped into my mind.

"Blaine," I said.

He sat down across from me, looking into my tired eyes. I awkwardly looked away, pretending to be occupied by the reflection of the flickering light on the mirrored window.

"How've you been?" he asked.

"Fine," I said dully.

There was another long pause.

"Aren't you going to ask how I've been?" he then asked.

"No," I said, still not looking at him, "Because I don't give a rat's ass."

"Oh," he said, acting fake hurt, "That's pretty harsh, Rosie."

"Don't call me that," I snapped.

"I see you kept your hair blue," he said.

"Yeah, so what?" I asked.

"Nothing," he shrugged, "It's just I always liked it that way."

I rolled my eyes and finally looked at him.

"Cut the shit, Blaine," I said.

He looked slightly taken back by my sudden, sharp comment.

"I know why you're here," I said, "Don't try to sweet talk your way into anything. It's growing old."

"You know me too well," he chuckled.

"Yeah," I said, "Way too well."

"Oh come on, Rosi-" he stopped when I started to glare at him, "Rosaline, just give up and join. It's the easy way out of this mess. You can't just keep cleaning up after Ari. She's going to end getting herself killed, and you'll die along with her."

"I'll take that over joining this hell-hole any day," I hissed.

He shrugged and leaned back in his chair.

"All right," he said.

"Fine," I said.

"Fine."

"Good."

"Good."

"All right."

"Fine."

"Shut up," I finally snapped.

He laughed and then shook his head in amusement. I only rolled my eyes and looked away from him. His laugh soon faded away, and I could now feel his eyes burning into me.

"Come on, Rosie," he begged, "Don't hold this grudge against me forever. You know you still love me."

I looked up at him and glared deeply into his glowing green eyes.

"I don't love you," I hissed, "I never did."

He smirked and then got up from his chair. He reached his arm out towards the door and opened it. Before he walked out, he turned to me.

"You sure?" he asked, "Because I could have sworn you did once."

I only glared in return, not saying a word. He shrugged.

"Maybe I was wrong," he said and then shut the door behind him as he left.

As soon as the door shut completely, I dropped my head on the table.

"Son of a bitch," I muttered. I got back up and started to pace around the room, "What an asshole. That cocky bastard! He thinks he can just waltz in here, and everything's back to normal. Well hell no, it's not!"

I balled my hands into fists furiously and kicked the wall. I then repeatedly banged my fists against it until my knuckles ached in pain.

Why doesn't someone get me the hell out of here?

Suddenly I felt the heat rising and saw a red, fiery light erupt behind me. I turned around, seeing a giant fireball. But flames immediately died away, show an older man with a long white beard and a strange attire; light blue robes, covered in silver stars.

"Dumbledore?" I asked, shocked.

A/N: HAHAHA! Cliffhanger! Oooh I bet you didn't see that coming. I'm talking about Blaine if you didn't get it already. Well it's gonna be a while before you find out who this "Blaine" character really is. I'm gonna post the next chapter really soon. I mean as soon as this one is posted, I'm posting the next one (that's how soon it will be).