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I pulled myself from my warm bed before any could wake. I was a bloody mess.

Sleep was not forth coming, I downed a pepper up potion and waited for to start feeling the effects before getting ready for the day ahead. I braided my long hair to the side since it was a bird's nest and I rather not magic it over the weekends, I had more important things to be doing like getting ready for Quidditch practice. The Gryffindor's had the pitch after us so we have to get a move on early.

Lastly before leaving I pulled the green and silver Quidditch cloak for warmth, adding my Slytherin scarf too, it was chilly at this early hour. Slytherin players would eat after we had a full practice, since we had to use the time we had wisely. The morning air was chilled the sun not even up yet, this was not going to make for an eventful day after this I could eat and go to the garden.

Flint was waiting with Draco and the others, I yawned "Sorry to keep you waiting."

"There you are, Black, what kept you?" said Flint briskly. "Now, I wanted a quick talk with you all before we actually get onto the field, because I spent the summer devising a whole new training program, which I really think will make all the difference…"

Flint was holding up a large diagram of a Quidditch field, on which were drawn many lines, arrows, and crosses in different colored inks. He took out his wand, tapped the board, and the arrows began to wiggle over the diagram like caterpillars. As Flint launched into a speech about his new tactics, Kattie's head drooped right onto Pansy's shoulder and she began to snore, Pansy was a very good chaser and so was I.

The first diagram took nearly twenty minutes to explain, but there was another board under that, and a third under that one. We sank into a stupor as Flint droned on and on.

"So." said Flint, at long last, jerking me from a wistful fantasy about what I could be eating for breakfast at this very moment up at the castle. "Is that clear? Any questions?"

"I've got a question, Oliver." I say, who had woken with a start. "Why couldn't you have told us all this yesterday when we were awake? And have you been hanging with Woods over Summer?"

Flint wasn't pleased.

"Now, listen here, you lot." he said, glowering at us all. "We won the Quidditch cup last year. We're easily the best team. But unfortunately -owing to circumstances beyond our control - "

I was sweaty and winded when my feet hit the ground with, Kattie, Pansy, and Avery my stomach grumbling as the Gryffindor are walking onto the pitch for their own session.

Draco walked by me followed by his two goons, Nott, and lastly Zamboni, I walked with the girls stopping to say hello to Potter, who was smiling.

He says, "Morning Jay, you looked great out there," he babbled a lot as the twins laughed patting his shoulders.

"Hello, Snakelet."

"Little bird." was echoed by the twins as they hugged me.

I whispered, "Garden after lunch, we have your rings ready and tested." I tested everyone myself, a daunting task but one I took seriously.

"You got it, come on Potter enough with your blushing and babbling." I waved walking with the girls to have some food, I was starving. Once in the castle I could smell the food. Avery groaned, Pansy and Kattie both just acted like me, withdrawn.

I could see Charlie at the head table smiling as we walked in, my first stop was Gryffindor. "Hello Hermione, Nev, Lavender, Parvati, and Gin. I trust you all slept well, we will be welcoming two new members after lunch." they nodded.

Hermione smiled, "Finally." she had been waiting for so long for them to fully join, Diggory was next. A few males wouldn't hurt, we had to have equal numbers, I wanted strength in every area of magic.

"After I have a nice detention with Lockhart."

Charlie was watching us from his spot at the head table truth was I cared for him and having him so close was also not helping my sleep, granted I liked Potter as well. But for now, I eat and forget the troubles men can bring, and let us add meddling family.

Saturday afternoon seemed to melt away, and in what seemed like no time, it was five minutes to eight, and I was dragging my feet along the second-floor corridor to Lockhart's office. With gritted teeth, I stand and knock once on the closed door. Thinking of the Magic and bright light the twins brought to the joined group we are becoming stronger and stronger with the right members, this had to continue.

The door flew open at once. Lockhart beamed down at me.

"Ah, here's the lass!" he said. "Come in, Lady Black, come in -"

Shining brightly on the walls by the light of many candles were countless framed photographs of Lockhart. He had even signed a few of them. Another large pile lays on his desk.

"You can address the envelopes!" Lockhart told me, as though this was a huge treat. "This first ones to Gladys Gudgeon, bless her - huge fan of mine -"

The minutes crawled by like snails without a purpose. I sigh, this was dreadfully boring. As I look up I see Harry walking in, he smiles as he sees me and I return it. Ah, I assume the extra quill and ink well are for him.

We let Lockhart's voice wash over us, occasionally saying, "Mhm." and "Right." and "Yeah." Now and then I caught a phrase like, "Fame's a fickle friend, Harry and Lady Black." or "Celebrity is as celebrity does, remember that."

The candles burned lower and lower, making the light dance over the many moving faces of Lockhart watching us. Harry moved his surely aching hand over what felt like the thousandth envelope, writing out Veronica Smethley's address. It must be nearly time to leave, I thought miserably, please let it be nearly time...I don't either of us will voluntarily survive much more of this.

I whispered, "Can you stand the tosser?"

He answered with a smile, "No."

And then I heard something - something quite apart from the spitting of the dying candles and Lockhart's prattle about his fans.

It was a voice, a voice to chill the bone marrow, a voice of breathtaking, ice-cold venom.

"Come...come to me...Let me rip you...Let me tear you...Let me kill you…"

I gave a huge jump and a large lilac blot appeared on Molly's sheet, Harry also jumped, he heard it too, he had to have heard it.

"What?" he said loudly.

"I know!" said Lockhart. "Six solid months at the top of the best- seller list! Broke all records!"

"No." said Harry frantically. "That voice!"

"Sorry?" said Lockhart, looking puzzled. "What voice?"

"That - that voice that said - didn't you hear it?"

Lockhart was looking at Harry in high astonishment then his eyes turned towards me, "You lady Black have a wild streak." he chalked it up to me messing with Potter, I yanked him down.

"Don't go telling him you're hearing voices, Potter."

"Great Scott - look at the time! We've been here nearly four hours! I'd never have believed it - the time's flown, hasn't it?"

I snapped again, "Are we allowed to leave? I am pretty sure we have filled days' worth of detention addressing these for you."

I was gone dragging Potter with me, "Bloody hell, what was that voice?"

He answered, "I don't know, Juliet."