AN: This chapter is dedicated to my school, the teachers, and the boy who felt so lost he took his own life. He was a great guy, smart, funny, athletic, and everyone loved him. I can't even imagine how his close friends and family feel right now. But I hope that they can heal from their loss.

Please, never ever take someone for granted, because one day you might lose them forever. Live every second of your life to its fullest.

Thank you to all my awesome reviewers:

Bell X3: Thanks for all of your advice and for reviewing! I'm glad you like the story!

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UnicornGirl25: I'm glad you like the story so much! And thanks for all of your reviews! You are awesome! Haha! Keep it up! (And don't let YAZ steal your innocent sandwhich)

YAZ: How could you kidnap that poor little sandwhich? Lol! And I am completely and utterly honored that my friends and mines complete amazingness is so inspiring! Haha, and I just totally winged the name thing for the Order of the Phoenix! And yes Ducks are very evil…noted…

IMPORTANT NOTICE!

1) THERE IS A HINT TOWARDS THE SEQUEL TO THE STORY IN THE CHAPTER! PAY ATTENTION! I ALSO MENTIONED WHAT THE SEQUEL WOULD BE ABOUT IN A PREVIOUS AUTHORS NOTE, SO IF YOU DIDN'T SEE IT, GO FIND IT IF YOU WANT TO KNOW!

2) DUE TO THE ANOREXIA AND SUICIDE, I AM GOING TO CHANGE THIS STORIES RATING TO M! REMEMBER THAT!

He's gone, part one

JAY pov.

No, this couldn't be happening. He wouldn't. We were just talking in the common room three hours ago, he was happy, he was laughing.

He was alive.

And now he's gone, my only Slytherin friend. My first friend. He helped my with everything. He taught me quidditch, he taught me everything I knew about the wizarding world. And I would never see his smiling face again.

Flashback

I snuggled into the corner of the couch, sobbing, the other Slytherin first years had locked me out of their room again. Saying they didn't want to have to sleep with filth like me.

"Hey, are you OK?" I looked up to see a boy who I faintly recognized. Blaise Zabini. He was a first year like me, but he mainly hung out with his brother and his second year friends. He seemed really nice, he helped a first year huffelpuff with her books when she dropped them, instead of laughing at her like the other first years. Most importantly, he didn't seem to care about blood.

He was pretty tall for a first year, he had black hair, and appeared to be Italian. All in all he seemed pretty cute, like one of those boys the girls at my school in America would gush over. I bet he would be a football player if he was a muggle.

I don't know why, but I knew I could trust him. And I found myself telling him everything, about how the girls all hated me, how they locked me out of my room, and how I felt I didn't belong at Hogwarts, much less Slytherin.

I looked up at him, and he began to speak.

"They're jealous." I looked at him in disbelief and he continued.

"No seriously, look at it like this, one of the main reasons they are in Slytherin is because they are pureblood maniacs. They couldn't get into any other house with morals like those. But you, you got in here because you are smart, cunning, and most likely very witty, there's no other way that you could have gotten in here." He paused before a grin slipped onto his face.

'And plus, your hair is like, so totally fabulous." He squealed in a perfect impression of Patricia Parkinson, pretending to flip his hair for effect. I couldn't help it, he looked so stupid, I burst into giggles. Causing him to grin.

"There's that smile." He teased, poking me lightly, I nudged him back.

We spent the rest of the night. Just talking.

Flashback

I burst out laughing as Blaise tripped over his own feet, once again. We had both slept through breakfast, it being a Saturday, and were attempting to make breakfast in the kitchens, which wasn't going to well if you add to the fact that we were only thirteen and were attempting to dance along with the radio as well.

"You're such a klutz!" I chocked out as I flipped the pancake, and stirred the milk I was simmering to make the lattes.

"Oh, and you're not?" He teased. I mock gasped.

"I am not a- eeeeepp!" I screamed as I tripped and landed on the floor. Blaise's laughter ringing in my ears.

"You were saying darling?" He joked. I just stuck my tounge out at him in response.

"Sucks to suck." He replied. Just as a new song came on. I let out a girlish shriek, something I only ever did around Blaise.

"I love this song!" I screamed, and grabbed his hands as we began to dance along with The Twist. Well, I should say tried, because we are both horrible dancers. We had fun anyways. Well, until I remembered that I had left the now burning pancake on the stove.

"Poop!" I yelled, as I took it off and put the pan in the sink, Blaise still laughing his head off.

"Watch it, or I shall take away thee's latte!" I declared dramatically, as Blaise took a long sip of the now finished beverage for effect."

"You know, you should open a coffee shop, you're good at making coffee and crap, and you could name it after me." He joked.

"Oh, yes, people would come from all over, if only to just get a look at the new original coffee house, but what shall we call it?" I joked, playing along.

"Hmmmm…" He said, thoughtfully tapping his chin. "How about…The Blaise." He declare dramatically. I could only stare.

"Uh, Hun? That makes no sense. At all." I laughed.

"Yes it does!" He prostested, "The definition of blaze is an intensely burning fire, and you need fire to simmer your milk for lattes on the stove, so therefore, it makes sense." He finished proudly. There as only one thing I could say.

"You memorized the definition of blaze?" And the rest of our day was full of laughter.

Flashback

"OK, OK," Blaise laughed, I was with him and his brother, Brandon in the quidditch stands. "So here's our future. Jay will most likely not marry until she's in her thirties, but, she will have adopted a child only two years after Hogwarts. Me, being the eye candy of all women will never marry, enjoying my fan girls till I die, but I will however be the cool and awesome uncle to your adopted kid and Brandon's son, who will inherit the Italian looks and will be named after me. Both will be freaking awesome and in Slytherin and in the summer we will meet in The Blaise coffee shop every sunday for lattes and pancakes. And We will live happily ever after. Oh, and Jay will meet up with Sirius Black when my godchildren are in third year and they will fall in love. The End."

Brandon and I busted out laughing.

"You got all of that out of a crystal ball in Divination?" Brandon choked out.

"That and more." Blaise said mysteriously.

"What else could you have possibly seen great all knowing one?" I asked dryly. Blaise seemed all to happy to share.

"Well, first of all, the child you adopt will look exactly like James Potter, except she will be pale like Lily Evans and have her freckles. Plus she's a girl… anywho, her, Blaise junior, Pansy Parkinson, and some kid named Draco Malfoy will all be bff's and cause mayhem all over the school. They will also continually argue with these four people, Ginny and Ron Weasly, Hermione Granger, and Harry Potter. Who looks exactly like Jay's child and James Potter except he has Evans' eyes. Oh, and they kick Voldemorts sorry butt, and Narcissa Malfoy saves Harry Potter's life."

Now I was concerned for his sanity.

"OK, brother, you have officialy lost it." Brandon laughed.

"It's true! I saw it all! I HAVE THE EYE I TELL YOU! THE EYE!" Blaise protested as we walked down the bleachers and headed to the castle.

End Flasback

Hundreds of memories flew past my mind. Our letters, quidditch games, singing along to the weird brothers, his crazy predictions, me teaching him how to drive illegally, him introducing me to karate in the summer after first year.

We couldn't have anymore memories together, it was over. He wouldn't be my adopted child's godfather, we can't open our coffee shop together, no more studying, no more defending me. It was over.

The room was to small, I couldn't take it, I bolted for the door, leaving the girls behind. Just running. I ran down the corridors, past the students who were filling in the other students who didn't know yet. It was quiet, to quiet. The sympathetic glances filled my head, as people took in my tear stained face.

dead….Dead….DEAD!

The words filled my head, but I kept running, leaping down staircases, past gossiping portraits, past crying students, past the Great Hall, past the Entrance Hall. I was free. I was outside, rain was pouring, it ran down my face, drenching me to the bone, I didn't care. I just kept going, my adrenaline reaching it's peak….and then I broke.

I collapsed onto the ground, an agonized scream came out of my mouth, piercing my heart. I just, curled up on the ground, screaming and bawling, tugging at the roots of my hair, pulling at the grass.

I stayed there alone for what felt like for ever, no able to stop my uncontrollable sobs. Until I felt a pair of warm arms wrap around me and pull me in.

"Hey sweetie, it's OK, it's going to be OK. Ssshhhh… it's alright." I soft voice whispered in my ear. I just turned into the embrace. Curling up into the stranger.

"He's dead." I sobbed. "He's dead and he's not coming back."

"We were supposed to practice together tomorrow. He was supposed to be the cool uncle. HE PROMISED HE WOULDN'T LEAVE ME!" I screamed. I was sure this woman thought I was mad. Heck, I thought I was mad. I felt another pair of arms join the embrace. This time, larger, stronger. But the person didn't say anything, letting the woman continue.

"I know, I know, but it's going to be OK, he's watching you from heaven, I promise. It will be OK." She continued to reassure me, I continued to sob, and the man stayed silent. Non of us moving from our spot on the wet ground. And my world slowly went black.

Blaise Zabini was gone, forever.

Coming Up Next:

1) The Mystery people are revealed.

2) OK, that's really all I can remember about the next chapter on the spot…But I think there's more…..idk.