This chapter is pretty long, so have fun! Reviews are always welcome! :)

Nayeli shot awake, gasping. She swallowed and grasped at her throat. The blonde-haired, evil-looking man had cornered her and threw a javelin, and it had driven itself straight through.

She draped her feet over the bed, and shuddered. From the cold or the bizarreness of the dream, she wasn't sure. She put her head in her hands, and sighed heavily. A nice, hot shower was the thing that she needed right now.

She grabbed her towel and tossed it over her shoulder, grabbed a change of clothes, and stepped into the shower, turning on the hot water full blast. It heated rather quickly, a strange occurrence for her. She shrugged it off, figuring that she just must be the only one up this early.

She stood, staring at the shower head. She screamed as she saw it turn into a claw, slithering out of the wall like a snake, and reaching for her. She shut the water off and jumped out, grabbing the towel and wrapping it around her.

Nayeli shook her head. She was losing her mind. Slowly, but surely, she'd have no sanity left by the end of the year.

She stomped her foot, scowling.

That's it. I'm asking Dad for a sleeping potion. This is fucking dogshit!

She smirked as she recalled Severus' first use of the term, and then remembered, they had their date today.

Nayeli rolled her eyes, and dressed, dried her hair, and stepped out of the bathroom. If she didn't tease Kathryn about her first date, what kind of best friend was she? Not the proper kind, of course.

She wasn't surprised when she walked into the common room and saw Kathryn curled up in the large lounge chair, holding her diary in one hand and a finished Potions essay in the other. She was almost too big for the chair, but Nayeli figured that Kathryn really didn't care.

Nayeli shuddered as she remembered visiting Kathryn at the orphanage in London. Her hair was twice as frizzled, and she was noticeably thinner than she had been when she'd left. She was honestly wondering why Kathryn still bothered to go back, when she could hide here, in the castle somewhere.

She shook her head, knowing the reason. Kathryn was fighting to be accepted by the kids at the orphanage, even going as far as putting up with sacrificing meals or bed space so that they could be comfortable. It was just who she was.

Still, Nayeli had to try to talk her out of it every Spring.

What did Dad say it was? The 'Room of Requirement'? She made a mental note to ask Draco about it later when she asked about the sleeping potion.

Nayeli pulled open the curtains, shedding the morning's light on the room. Kathryn stirred at the light, and sat up, rubbing her eyes. She stretched, and yawned.

"Good morning." She said to Nayeli, who was now stirring the fire and adding some small logs to bring it back to life. Nayeli smiled.

"Good morning!" She said chirpily.

Kathryn laughed a little.

"Get a good sleep, did you?" She asked. Nayeli nodded.

"Oh yeah, it was great!" She lied. Kathryn smiled. Good, she needed it. She thought.

Kathryn's stomach growled fiercely at her, and she giggled in embarrassment. She jumped up and rushed to the dorm room, changed quickly, and took off to the entrance.

"Let's eat! I'm starving!" She yelled, hyper. Nayeli laughed.

"You're a handful today. You are really excited about that date, huh?" She asked. Kathryn silenced and smiled, blushing, avoiding Nayeli's eye. She began to rock side to side, giggling nervously. Her stomach came alive with butterflies.

"Do me a favor? If he kisses you, I don't want to hear about it." Nayeli mentioned, opening the door to the seventh floor hallway. Kathryn turned red, and walked alongside Nayeli.

"I wasn't… I…" She babbled. Nayeli smirked.

"Don't try to lie. I know what you're thinking!" She grinned, a glint in her green eyes.

As they sat down at the table, they loaded food on their plates, happy that they were able to get first grabs. Lily and Albus joined them a little while later. Nayeli turned to Kathryn as Severus walked in, grinning. She waited until he'd sat down at the Slytherin table before muttering under her breath: "Severus and Kathryn, sitting in a tree…" Kathryn dropped her fork and glared at Nayeli.

"Don't you dare." She hissed.

"F-U-C-K-I-N-G…" Lily piped in, laughing hysterically. Kathryn screamed out of embarrassment and clapped her hand to Lily's mouth. This didn't stop her, however, and she said it even louder. Kathryn grabbed her wand and cast a muffliato spell on Lily, then hid her face in her hands.

"God, shut up!" She begged. Nayeli burst out in laughter, smirking.

What are you doing? Severus asked, amused. Nayeli caught his eye.

Just teasing her. It's my duty as her best friend. Take care of her tonight, and try not to embarrass yourself. Or else I'll hex you into insanity. She responded, finishing off her pumpkin juice.

'Scuse me? Embarrass myself? I'm too cool to do that. He said back cockily, arching an eyebrow. Nayeli snorted, and rolled her eyes.

Just don't show your wings. Mom had us keep them hidden for a reason. If there's people out there looking for us, a kid with wings is going to be pretty obvious. Speaking of, are they awake? She asked. Her question was answered when their parents walked in, looking tired as hell. The twins frowned. Last night had been hard on the adults. Jeffrey was none the wiser. Nayeli envied him slightly.

She smiled as Jeffrey ran over to Severus, giving him a bear hug (or trying to; being only four years old, there wasn't much strength in him). Severus smiled and faked being hurt by the squeeze, and moved over so that Jeffrey could sit next to him.

"Nayeli, I would like to talk to you after breakfast. There are some things that I want to explain to you." Sheeva announced. Nayeli nodded and smiled at her mother. Her gut was tightened, and she felt nervous. She wondered if it was going to hurt as much as Sheeva said it would.

Hey, Severus. Did it hurt? You know… getting your wings? She asked him. Severus nodded slowly.

It hurt like hell. But you heard mom. Breaking the seal with your own power is worse than having someone break the seal for you. He reminded her. Nayeli smiled and nodded, but then frowned. Her twin wasn't going to be alone in this. She made up her mind then and there that she'd break the seal with her own power. She was just as strong as Severus, she thought.

"I can do it, too." She muttered, unaware that she'd said it out loud.

"Do what?" Kathryn asked. Nayeli blinked and looked at her, and then realized what she'd done.

"There's a challenge that Severus presented me. The… squat challenge. You do five squats on the first day, ten on the second, fifteen on the third, and so on. He's wondering who can do the most." She lied, thankful for her quick-wits. Kathryn snorted.

"You enjoy that, then, you machine." She chided, going back to the remnants of her breakfast. Nayeli remembered that she'd wanted to talk to Kathryn about staying here for the summer, even if she had to hide her.

"Stay here this summer. I don't want you going back to the orphanage." She ordered. Kathryn set her fork down, and frowned.

She shook her head.

"Sorry, but no." She stated simply. Nayeli sighed.

"Every time you leave here, you're healthy, and happy. When you come back, you look like shit, no offense. I can't watch you do this to yourself. Neither can Severus. Stay here. We'll hide you somewhere." Nayeli begged. Kathryn looked at Nayeli sternly.

"I can't do that, Nayeli. If I stayed here, who else would take care of them? The head mistress sure as hell won't. She doesn't give a damn about us! We all hate the woman, but we stay anyway, because, who else would take us in? We're just orphans." She hissed, gripping her goblet tightly. Nayeli blinked. She hadn't realized this much. Kathryn had never really talked about the situation, come to think of it.

"But… those other kids, they don't even like you!" She blurted. Kathryn shook her head.

"That's just a front for the head mistress. I'm the freak of nature, remember? I'm four-eyes… a dumb, deaf bitch." She stated calmly, tears coming to her eyes. Albus choked on his pumpkin juice, some of it coming out of his nose. He cried out in pain as the acidity burned his sinuses. He grabbed his napkin quickly and covered his nose and mouth, blowing into it.

"But, when she's not around, there's an… understanding between myself and those kids. They look up to me. They rely on me. I can't let them down. I could never forgive myself. When I went back there after first year… I cried so hard. They were in horrible shape. That's why I go back during the breaks. To make sure that they're ok." She explained. Lily was wiping away tears from her eyes, and Nayeli was looking down at her hands, humbled.

"Sure, they beat me up when I was younger… but that's nothing compared to the Cruciatus Curse. After that, I can handle anything, I think." She shuddered as she remembered the pain. She bit her lip, and pulled her cloak tighter around her body. The room had gotten chillier all of a sudden.

She stood up, and stepped away from the table, pausing before she left again.

"When I'm done with school here, I'm getting rid of that evil woman, and running the thing myself. I'll make sure that those kids are treated right." She growled, making her goals crystal clear. Nayeli watched her storm away angrily.

What happened? Severus asked. Nayeli looked at him, and sighed.

I upset her a little. I was trying to get her to stay for the winter break and summer break. She admitted. Severus nodded slowly, understanding that it was a touchy subject. He still didn't know why she refused, and it tore him up inside to see how she looked each time that she came back.

Severus took off after her, concerned.

Sheeva, Draco, and Blaise had been watching them out of the corner of their eye.

"Already the drama begins." Blaise commented, pouring salsa on his scrambled eggs. Sheeva and Draco chuckled.

"Yes… Although, I do not think it is due to Severus and Kathryn's date. Winter break will be here soon." Sheeva pointed out, taking a drink of juice. She smiled at Jeffrey as he hopped down, grabbed his plate off of the table, and walked over to sit down with his sister.

"Oh. I see." Draco muttered. The three of them had their suspicions of what was going on, and they knew that it hurt their kids to watch it. Hell, it hurt them too, as they could relate somewhat. However, Kathryn was a strong-willed woman, and she refused any help whatsoever.

Sheeva pursed her lips, and stood, excusing herself. She walked to Gryffindor table and tapped Nayeli on the shoulder.

"Come see me when you are done with breakfast." Sheeva stated, walking away gracefully.

"Sissy, do you want to play hide and go seek?" Jeffrey asked. Nayeli smiled, and nodded at him. However, when she looked at him again, he'd had a large gash on his head, blood gushing from it. She let out a startled cry, and squeezed her eyes shut.

That wasn't real. That wasn't real! She screamed in her head. She opened her eyes, and to her relief, Jeffrey was just fine, trying to scoop eggs onto his spoon. They fell back onto the plate when he went to eat them, and he growled in frustration. She looked around. Lily and Albus were staring at her, wondering if she was ok. Nayeli muttered a quick: "I'm ok".

She calmed her racing heartbeat once more, and stared at her food. She'd lost her appetite now. She huffed.

"Wait here, Jeffrey. I have to ask Dad something." She ordered, standing quickly and rushing to the table where her parents were sitting. She slammed her hands down on the table, staring at Draco, eyes wide.

"Dad. I need a sleeping potion. Dreamless, Sleeping Draught, I don't care." She barked, breathing heavily. Draco stared at her, his fork frozen in midair.

"Are you alright?" He asked, quirking an eyebrow. Nayeli fiercely shook her head.

"I- she began, then looked around. Only Blaise and Draco were paying attention.

"I keep having nightmares. I haven't gotten a decent night's sleep in ages. I'm starting to hallucinate. I swear to god the bathroom was going to kill me this morning. And just now, it looked like someone had cold-cocked Jeffrey, split his head open. Please, Dad, please. Knock me the fuck out if you have to!" She pleaded. Draco sat back, and nodded. He didn't reprimand her for swearing, as this moment seemed appropriate for it.

Her eyes were bloodshot, and they had dark circles under them. He agreed with her, she really did look like she hadn't slept in a while.

"O…k. What kinds of nightmares?" Draco asked. Nayeli looked down at the table. She couldn't tell them. They'd probably think she was batshit crazy, and send her to St. Mungo's. She blinked back tears.

"They're really bad. I don't want to dream anymore. I pass out, terrified that I'll have a nightmare, and never wake up." She admitted, her voice shaking. Draco set a hand on hers, squeezed it, and nodded.

"Relax. I'll start making one today. It'll take a few days to brew, can you hold out for that long?" He asked. She nodded and took a deep breath, feeling a thousand times better. She smiled at him sadly, and thanked him, standing back up and turning on her heel, walking back to Gryffindor table.

"Shit…" Blaise muttered. Draco let out a small chuckle.

"No kidding." He pushed his plate away, bummed that he'd lost his appetite. He was only halfway through his pancakes. Blaise scratched his stubble—he hadn't shaved that morning, and it was getting on his nerves with the way it rubbed against his collar.

"What are they about, I wonder, and why are they so horrible?" He asked. Draco shook his head.

"I haven't got a clue." He watched as she took out her portfolio and began to draw again. He tapped Draco's arm, and pointed.

"Maybe she's been drawing them. Do you think you can sneak it away from her for a little while?" He asked. Blaise smirked.

"We could just ask her, mate." He pointed out. Draco sighed.

"Where's your sense of fun gone? They sneak around our backs. It's only fair that we do the same!" He smirked. Blaise grinned.

"You make a fine point." He agreed. Clearly Draco hadn't lost his touch for being mischievous.

Nayeli had convinced Jeffrey to go finish his breakfast with his fathers before heading off to their parent's office. She opened the door, and stepped in. Sheeva smiled at her, and gave her a hug as she set her bag down.

She stared at the floor, her exhaustion evident. Sheeva frowned, and clicked her tongue.

"You need to rest, sweetie." She stated, holding Nayeli's head in her hands. Nayeli forced a smile.

"I'm just fine, Mom." She muttered. Sheeva gave her a look. She didn't believe her one bit, but dismissed it.

"You should probably take off your shirt for this, it will tear it." Sheeva began. Nayeli froze, and looked up at her mother. Would she be mad, if Nayeli refused?

"Mom, I…" She began, hesitating. Sheeva looked at her expectantly.

"Yes?"

Nayeli couldn't back down now.

"Severus, he broke it with his own power… It doesn't seem fair, if you do it for me." Nayeli stated. She cringed as she saw the look on her mother's face. Sheeva was slightly shocked, but deep down, she had somewhat expected this.

"Ok." She said, nodding. Nayeli shot her head back to look at Sheeva.

"What?" She blurted, unsure of what she'd heard. Sheeva chuckled. Human reactions were hilarious sometimes.

"If you want to break it, by all means, go ahead. You have always had the power to. Both of you." She admitted. Nayeli smiled a little, and stripped herself of her shirt, covering her chest.

"What do I do?" She asked.

"Concentrate. Imagine that you are pushing a pair of wings out of your back, just beneath your shoulders. It should come a little more naturally to you than it must have been for Severus."

Nayeli did as her mother told her, closing her eyes. She felt her arms litter themselves with goose bumps as the air around her seemed to chill. She felt ice cold at her back, just beneath her shoulder blades, like her mother had said. She smiled.

She gathered a bit of energy and channeled it to the cold spots on her back, and a few seconds later, she felt a searing, blinding pain shoot from her back.

She cried out in pain, and shot open her eyes. The fire in the fire pit that had been a small comforting fire was now a roaring fire, spreading warmth all over the room. The candles set about lit on fire, and the tea in their teacups froze to popsicles.

Nayeli found her breath, and fell to her hands and knees, trembling. She looked at her shadow cast upon the wall from the fire, and began to laugh. She'd done it.

She looked behind her, and grinned. Two giant feathered wings stuck up in the air. She sat back on her heels, and calmed herself down. The fire in the fireplace dwindled down, and the tea began to melt.

Sheeva handed her a shirt, teaching her to fold her wings in so that she could poke them through the fabric of the shirt.

"I have to admit, you scared me with that fire." Sheeva stated, grinning at her daughter. Nayeli felt dizzy, but pretty outstanding.

The door opened again, and the blond-haired man from her most recent nightmares stepped in. Nayeli shrieked, and stood between her mother and the stranger, putting up her fists.

"Don't you dare take another step!" She barked. Draco froze, highly confused. Sheeva looked around Nayeli at Draco, a confused look on her face as well.

"Nayeli, what are you doing?" Sheeva asked. Nayeli growled.

"This person, whoever the fuck he is, I think he's going to try to hurt you, mother." Nayeli hissed. Draco's eyes went wide, and he backed into the door.

"Nayeli, what are you talking about?" Draco asked, fearing for his life. Nayeli glared at him.

"Don't pretend! I know what you're up to!" She barked, grabbing a knife off of the table, brandishing it.

"Nayeli, stop! That is your father!" Sheeva shrieked, shaking Nayeli's shoulder. Nayeli blinked, and turned her head back to look at her mother.

"What?" She asked. She blinked, and shook her head, and then looked back at the blonde haired man. She gasped and her eyes went wide as she saw Draco, terrified, frozen against the door, wand in his hand, pointed at her.

She looked at the knife in her hand and threw it across the room, jumping and shaking her arms and legs like she had the heebie-jeebies.

"Dad, I'm sorry! I thought that you were someone else!" She apologized. Draco shook his head, and reached out to her and hugged her tightly. He looked at Blaise and Sheeva.

"Nayeli, who did you think I was?" Draco asked. Nayeli shook her head, sobbing into his shoulder.

"I don't know! I keep seeing this bastard in my nightmares!"

"Did you draw a picture of him?" Blaise asked, picking up one of the teacups. He was shocked to find that it was ice cold. He reached into the drawer and pulled out a vial of Dreamless Sleep. They always kept some handy for when their nightmares got the best of them.

Nayeli looked at her bag, and sighed. Yes, she had. She had a plethora of drawings of this creep. She staggered to her bag and took out her portfolio, and handed it to her mother.

"These guys don't speak English. They have wings like we do, Mom." She stated, watching as her mother flipped through the pictures. Sheeva whimpered as she flipped through them, shivering in fear.

Many of them were of her, a few of them depicted her dead and lifeless at the hands of what appeared to be her late husband. She turned to the next. Their entire family, dead. She flipped through feverishly, trembling visibly now, stopping at the one that she'd been working on.

Tazaro was standing in front of an army, dressed in his war uniform, seeming to rally the troops before him. Sheeva hardly registered that she dropped the folder, and the pictures spilled out on the floor. Draco and Blaise looked at them, and Blaise immediately covered Jeffrey's eyes, ushering him to his bedroom.

"Wait here, Jeffrey." He ordered, shutting the door and casting a muffliato spell on the room again. Draco bent down and picked one up that depicted him hanging in a hangman's noose at his wrists, hundreds of arrows stuck in his body. He dropped it, and turned around sharply.

Sheeva fell to her knees, still mortified.

"Who are they?" Nayeli asked, worried. Their reactions were terrifying her, but then again, who wouldn't be, upon seeing twenty or so pictures of them and their family mauled beyond recognition.

"How do you know this man?" Sheeva asked, her voice in a barely audible whisper. Nayeli looked at the picture Sheeva was showing her.

"He's the one that does this to us. I've been having nightmares of him for the past year, now…" She admitted, wiping away a tear that threatened to fall. As she looked in her mother's face, she couldn't recall ever having seen it so pale, so terrified. She also looked like she were going to puke.

Sheeva leaned back against the wall, bringing her knees in to her chest, a faraway look on her eyes. Nayeli arched an eyebrow. Blaise blocked her view, bringing her back to reality as he placed a hot cup of tea in her hands.

"Here. You look like you could use some." He stated. Nayeli looked down at it, and then back at him, guessing that he'd spiked it with a sleeping potion. She handed it back to him.

"Not yet. I want to make sure that she'll be alright."

He pushed it back in her hand, giving her a stern look.

"Nayeli Marie Zabini, you will drink this. Right now. You almost killed Draco. You need to sleep, and immediately." He started fiercely, and then softened, his eyes pleading with her to drink it. Nayeli sighed and nodded, downing the cup. She made a face. It was slightly bitter with the addition of whatever he'd put in it.

"Thank Merlin it's Saturday… would hate to miss classes." She muttered almost sarcastically. Blaise chuckled and helped her to the couch, lying her down in it and covering her with a blanket.

Neither one of them moved, staring off into the distance. Occasionally Blaise and Draco would look at each other, and then at Sheeva, waiting for her input. She was still holding her knees. Blaise stared at the drawings on the floor, and cringed as he noticed one with Draco, Blaise, and Sheeva chained to the wall with Severus', Nayeli's, and Jeffrey's corpses on the floor, drenched in blood.

He forced himself to move, and picked up the pictures, looking at each one briefly. They really were dark, enough to make anyone shiver or tremble at the sight of them. He could only begin to imagine how she'd been dealing with it the last year without having a mental breakdown.

He stuffed them neatly back into the folder, and stood. Sheeva was still holding the one she'd grabbed. Blaise reached out his hand for it.

"We should put these away, Sheeva." He stated. Sheeva blinked, and looked up at him. She looked almost exactly the way she did shortly after their breakout from Malfoy Manor almost 20 years ago. It unnerved Draco and Blaise quite a bit.

She looked back at the picture, and then handed it to him without a word. Blaise took it, and looked at it.

"Is this an army?" He asked, looking at Sheeva. She gave something between a nod "yes" and a shake "no". Blaise stuffed the picture in the folder, shrunk it, and hid it in a drawer.

Draco walked over to her and got to his knees, taking her hands in his. She looked back at him.

"Who is he?" He asked. Sheeva's eyes changed to ones of pain, and she avoided his gaze, downcast.

"Tazaro." She answered. Blaise looked up from a trinket he'd been staring at on the dresser, and turned his head back in their direction.

"Isn't he… dead, though?" He asked. Sheeva took a deep breath.

"He… should be. Even Lady Guyana told me he was dead. Zarkas admitted to being the one who killed him." She whispered. She was lost in her thoughts now.

"Is that what the guy contacted you about?" Draco asked. Sheeva slowly nodded.

"I have always been able to trust Kagure. But, as much as I trust him, I thought it was an attempt to lure me back, possibly into a trap. He had told me the same as those pictures show. That Tazaro is alive, and destroying Kadessa and Mayfil in search of me. I could not believe it." She muttered, the shame and embarrassment shining on her face. Blaise squatted down next to Draco and pushed a strand of hair behind her ear.

"I don't blame you for having your doubts. But now the big question is: what are we going to do?" He asked. Sheeva closed her eyes, thinking heavily.

Good question. What can we do?

She frowned.

"We" cannot do anything. I have to take care of this. I do not know how this started, but I have to fix it.

She snapped her eyes open, and broke away from their hold, and stood slowly, staring at the back wall. She formed a seal with her hands, and a portion of the wall disappeared, crumbling into dust, revealing Okami ni kama and Shinigami, as well as a customized body armor. She traced her fingers along the blades, and tested the sharpness with her thumb. They were still sharper than the devil himself.

Draco and Blaise stood, alarmed.

"Wait, you're not going to leave us, are you?" They asked. Sheeva didn't answer, and lifted Shinigami off of the hooks imbedded in the wall, and swung the blade about, brandishing her weapon. It'd been a long time, almost fourteen years now, but she still felt like she remembered everything.

She sighed heavily and set it back, taking a few steps back and staring at the wall.

Yes. I have to do this. I must. For my family.

Draco pulled her into a hug from behind, and Blaise walked around to her front to hug the both of them. She was brought out of her thoughts, and graciously accepted their embrace, placing a kiss on Blaise's stubble. She felt the corners of her mouth lift into a smile as it tickled.

"I am going to wait for Severus to get home, and then explain things to him. I leave tomorrow. The sooner I can take care of this, the better." She told them.

They sighed, and hugged her tighter, trying to hold back their tears.

"What if you can't come back?" Draco asked, his voice beginning to crack. He was terrified that he would lose her, and he had no doubt that Blaise was, too.

"I let these people hurt my family once. Never will I let it happen again. That is a risk that I am willing to take." She said calmly. It amazed them still how she was able to lock her emotions down and think reasonably, as if it were as easy as counting.

Jeffrey peeked his head out of the doorway, and when he saw his parents hugging, he walked up to them and tugged at Blaise's pantleg.

"Are you all ok?" He asked. Blaise broke away, and bent down, picked him up, and balanced him on his shoulder, and smiled. Sheeva smiled too, taking Jeffrey from her and hugging him tightly to her.

"Mommy has some work to do, Jeffrey. You be a very good boy, and mind your fathers, ok?" She asked. As she looked over his back, she noticed that her weapons were still showing. She snapped her fingers and replaced the wall. She also saw Nayeli's wings leaned against the couch, and walked over to her, waving her hand over them. With a dark purple light, they sunk into her back.

"Is sissy ok?" He asked, still a little frightened. Sheeva nodded.

"She is just a little sick today. While I am gone, I want you to take care of her, ok?" She asked, setting him down on the couch next to Nayeli and holding his small hands in hers. She had tears in her eyes, and one fell down her cheek. Jeffrey reached up and wiped it off.

"Why are you crying, Mommy?" He asked.

Sheeva smiled at him sadly.

"I am scared, Jeffrey." She admitted. Jeffrey stared back at her, and then smiled.

"Don't be scared! You can do it!" He encouraged her. He didn't understand the full extent, and he probably never would until he grew up a little more.

Sheeva kissed him on the forehead and stood, grabbing her shawl and walking towards the door.

"I need to do a few things. I will be back when I am done." She announced. She rested her hand on the doorknob, waiting for a response.

Draco gave her a hug and a light peck on the lips, rubbing her cheek with his thumb. Blaise moved in and kissed her too, placing a kiss on her forehead.

"Ok." They muttered, opening the door for her. She smiled, and stepped outside, hurrying to Hermione's office, hoping to catch her there.

If only sleeping potions were real. That'd be great right now.

Well, please review! Please? I'm missing them so. They really are an ego booster.