Sorry for not posting so long! My teachers decided to go into 'let's give these students test every day' mode. Yeah... and that's how I made through the last two months.

Anyways, a new chapter! I won't be on till Christmas (I'm having exams a week later, grr), but I promise you guys an update by then! Promise!

Clarie had a weird dream. Miraculously, it was quite sweet and happy for the first time in eight years; yet it was also bitterly harsh in a way.

She saw Rookwood, coming out of the Forbidden Forest with a broomstick, his normally neat mousey grey hair tangled and messy. He saw her and faltered, as he shrieked with a high-pitched voice, "Wait till my father hears it, Potter!"

Clarie leaned against her broomstick in her hand easily, and teased, "Oh, what's he gonna do? Arrest me? Please, this is just a lesson accident. I didn't even touch you!"

His face flushed with colors of anger. He made a rude gesture at her and left angrily, and Clarie shouted behind him, "That's right, elitist pure-blood, and don't forget to add this to your list of superb flights, right after the time you were flying above a fighter jet!"

"Now that's some awesome shit you did, Clarie," a familiar voice spoke behind her.

"I trained my little girl well, even you gotta admit," another familiar voice spoke. Clarie turned around, and it was…

"Dad! Uncle Sirius!" she cried. Her broomstick fell onto the soft grassland. Standing before her was four men, some of her father's best friends she used to meet in her early childhood: her father, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew.

James Potter crouched down, and looked her in the eye with a wide grin she hadn't seen in years. She could see her own reflection in her father's eyes, the only identical physical appearance they shared.

"I'm so proud of you, Clarie," he said.

"Dad…" Clarie ran forward in tears of joy, but he disappeared into thin air when she hugged him.

Her father was gone, and so were the uncles. This was the very first time their faces didn't appear in a nightmare.

"No, no…" he murmured, and slumped onto the ground. They looked so real to them, and the sound of their voices kept echoing in her head… their laughter, their jokes, and their adventures in Hogwarts they used to tell her when she was a toddler…

Her arms shook with fear, she was filled with nothing but loss, and it kept expanding, just as the grass around her started to grow darker and withered, everything was heavily shadowed in the middle of the Forbidden Forest.

"Weak," the voice which she heard in the Forbidden Forest that haunted her whispered in her ears. "Clarie Potter… the talentless, useless little toddler who witnessed my demise. Always the weakling, in the face of the great Lord Voldemort."

She balled her fists and gritted her teeth. She turned around and stood on her feet. "Show yourself, coward! Are you afraid of facing me? You're powerless!"

Voldemort's voice chuckled slowly, in his high-pitched voice, giving her all the goosebumps on her arms. "Then you'll be afraid," he said, and the ghostly figure of the dark lord appeared from behind a tree, just as how Clarie saw him last time. Yet this time, she tightened her grip and chose to stand her ground against him.

He was nothing, she kept reminding herself. He was nothing more than a ghost. Ghosts can't hurt anyone.

"What do you want?" she asked, trying to keep the shakiness off of her voice.

"Nothing more than what I asked for the last time. Blood."

The last word echoed in the forest, as if the trees kept whispering blood, blood… in the winds.

"Get it if you can," she put her hands behind her back. "I'm not afraid of you. You can't hurt me. Not like this, not anymore."

His face filled with false sympathy. "I know what you truly wanted," he said. "You see, I can give you what you've been wanting for so many years… your parents."

As creepy as he sounded, his suggestion was so ridiculous that she laughed at it. "Really, great Lord Voldemort, show the little talentless, useless Clarie Potter is capable of! How about you resurrect yourself first so I can punch you in the face?"

"Oh, you misunderstood, Clarie Potter…You see, I am neither dead, nor alive now… but you, your own blood can bring me to full consciousness, when I am capable of finding a body of my own."

"You're lying. I saw you when you died. Your body was gone," she snapped sternly.

"You must realise that dark magic is a piece of delicate art," he continued, and started to circle around her. She could feel the temperature around her dropping. "Those who fear its power – they will never see the greatest magic that can be performed. They marked it as 'evilness' because they weren't strong enough to face it. But it is the way to revive myself: when the time comes, my most loyal servants will lay down their lives willingly to serve me, their one true master, if only you would give me what I wanted."

"You're trying to possess people?" Clarie gasped, and she told herself silently without second thought: I must warn everyone.

"My servants do it to their own will," he replied.

"You can sum it up simply: you want my blood to revive you, so you can possess people and continue your evil work. And you think I'm stupid enough to listen to you?"

"Clarie Potter," Voldemort's vague figure stopped before her, his image flickering. "I'm offering you a deal. Soon as you've offered me your blood, you shall meet your parents again. And I assure you, your brother will also join you soon."

"LIES!" she shouted, and attempted to slap him. His figure dissipated, and she swiped nothing but air.

That was when she wake to full consciousness in her own dorm. She opened her eyes and her forehead was wet with sweat, and she panted at the ceiling.

"Morning, Clarie," Angelina yawned. Clarie sat up, and her roommates were already getting dressed. "You better hurry, or you'll miss breakfast."

Clarie wiped her forehead. "Yeah, right. Breakfast," she said. Just the perfect beginning for a normal day.

"So what you're saying is, Vol- okay, Voldy is coming after you to resurrect himself, right?" George poked his peas as he said.

"For the seventh time this morning, I'm saying yes," Clarie said tiredly as poured more milk for her cereals.

"Simple, you just don't go any way near the forest," Fred said. "Besides, we're supposed to believe in what you saw in some dream? I think it's more like another scary nightmare."

"What? We all saw it last time. He can't leave that place," George defended himself and his brother. "And I don't want to be caught to clean the toilets again."

"Logically speaking, with our crime commiting rate so high, I'd say it won't be long until we're caught again for detention," Lee said.

"You didn't even go to wash the toilets last time!" Fred said.

"And you weren't made to scrub Filtch's office with a toothbrush!" Clarie retorted, remembering how Filtch personalized a detention for Clarie for throwing a pie in his face because Mrs Norris kept chasing after Clarie the Monday before and giving her scratches and bites on her feet. Of course she reported the case to him, but he took it as nothing, clearly remembering how she mugged the blank piece of parchment for his office and creating chaos there. "His office has spiders and rat bones that has been piling up for centuries, ever since that wicked cat of his lived!"

"You should be thankful for that, Clarie," Percy sat down beside her wearily. "I heard there were students whom he hung them by their fingers in the dungeons when the old detention rules were still in use. They were banned, of course, in 1981 when some wizards from the Society of Wizard's Rights Protection posed to ban this rule."

"Yeah, thanks a lot, Perce, maybe you should try it yourself," Clarie drawled.

"Of course I won't break any school rules. And you shouldn't be doing such things with them!"

"Shut up and eat your toast, Percy, aren't you having a transfiguration test this afternoon?" Fred said.

"I – what?" Percy said incredulously. "You've been flipping through my stuff?"

"We're your brothers! We have no secrets," George elbowed him with a sly grin, and Percy rolled his eyes, muttering, "Can't believe I'm stranded with these brothers."

Clarie looked down at her plate of bacon, her appetite wasn't quite as good as before. Her friends thought what she was saying were just a dream, no big deal; yet she knew it was different this time. She could tell it, and she had to tell it to someone whom she could trust.

To whom? She had no idea. She hadn't seen Dumbledore much since the semester began. The teachers didn't have the highest of opinions towards her except from the fact that she had been performing well in her studies. But it was something that had to be dealt with dark magic, maybe Professor Chong was her best hit…

"I'm done," Clarie told her friends. "I'll meet you guys at the library. I have to see a teacher."

Professor Chong didn't appear as worried as Clarie imagined, or any way close to how light-hearted her friends took it.

"Are you sure you saw the Dark Lord, inside the Forbidden Forest, Miss Potter?" she asked calmly.

"Yes! I saw him with my own eyes!" Clarie replied.

Professor Chong looked at the floor thoughtfully. "Very well, Miss Potter. This case might be more complicated than anything else… I will have to speak with Professor Dumbledore, maybe we will come up with a plan to deal with this."

"Just like that?" Clarie couldn't help but gasped. She didn't imagine anyone would take this as seriously as she did.

Professor Chong studied her face. "You have witnessed the demise of the Dark Lord, Clarie," she said. "You are destined for great things, just like how your brother was; and who knows? Maybe you have special talents beyond what you are performing. Now you should get some rest and don't think about that too much, that might be a little too much for you to handle in a morning. You're lucky that this happened on a Saturday, you don't need to attend classes."

"Thanks, Professor," Clarie said, and left the staff room, but couldn't stop herself from keep thinking about the dream.

The dream… her thoughts turned to her father, and his friends. The Marauders. Apart from feeling a bit hurt, for being reminded her father was gone forever she had a new idea. For one thing she was certain about, the others were still alive. They had been close and friendly to her, and they would probably believe what she said. If only she had a way to contact them…

She walked into the almost-deserted library, where Fred, George and Lee were sitting alone, discussing things quietly.

She walked towards them. "Mind if I join the boys' club?"

"Sure, we've been waiting for you," George pulled a seat for her, and she sat beside him.

"We've been thinking about what you said, and we think you should tell this to Dumbledore," Lee said.

"Okay, now you're confusing me. You thought I was crazy at breakfast!"

"We don't want to start a riot over this, there's too many people and who knows if they are eavesdropping? Let it be best that they think you're just having crazy nightmares," Fred joined in.

"C'mon man, Dumbledore's one hundred percent trustworthy, tell him, this is his school and he needs to know," Lee said.

"Thanks, but I think that part has been taken care by Professor Chong. She promised to tell him," she said.

"Smart move, slick girl," George said. She smiled. She knew it wouldn't be resolved this easily, but she knew she didn't have to put this on the top of her worries... even momentarily.

One little thing someone asked me: did you keep typing the main character's name wrongly? My answer is: no. I made the name 'Clarie' up, and it's pronounced as 'Clary'. Her name isn't Claire. It has been mentioned in chapter 2.