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A/N: Take one- I was proofreading the last chapter after I submitted it, and I realized one of my roommates (by the name of Daria) had added her own little bit. I apologize, she added it after I was done, and it had nothing to do with the story. So…sorry about that.

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We stood there, looking at each other for awhile. Then the unexpected: he slid down the wall next to me. He ruffled my hair and murmured, "How are you dong, love?" I just sobbed harder. He tried again. "What's wrong?" Like my arms had a mind of their own, they lifted themselves and gripped his waist tightly. "When I'm sad, my dad used to tell me stories. Would you like me to tell you one?" I squeezed him a little bit harder, and he took that as his okay to begin.

 



 

"So, once upon a time, there was this girl. And there was a prince-type thing and…erm…this storytelling thing is a lot harder than I thought…so, yeah, the girl…You know what? I have a sister. Named Lily. She is probably the awesomest little sister to walk the planet. The only thing is, she is deathly afraid of pigeons. So one day James gets this grand idea to scare the living shit out of her. He gathers up all of these pigeons from who-knows-where, and he springs them in her room.The rest of us were all downstairs, and all we heard was flapping. When we got up there, we saw all these pigeons, and in the middle of it all was Lily, crying on the floor. James laughed anyways. But then James is a git."



 


 
"You know, that is a shitty story to tell the girl sobbing into your shirt." My voice was thick with tears and muffled by his shirt. "I told you I sucked! I didn't exactly inherit my Dad's awesomeness genes. And by the way, why are you crying into my shirt?"


"It's my birthday." There is a silence.


"You know, I had a sister once." What?! Where the fuck did THAT come from? I tell no one about this, not even Dom and Scor know the entire story. I don't even fucking know his last name… "She was older than me." Alright, it is apparent my mouth is just going to keep talking without my authority, so whatever mouth. Fuck you too.


The boy stroked my hair, and asked, "What was her name?" I sighed. "Her name was Lucia. We all called her CiCi for the longest time. She never knew I went to Hogwarts." He held me to him. "What happened to her?"


"She left me."



 



"She-she died?"

 
"No. She flat-out left me. When I was ten, she moved in with her best friend. She left me alone with my mother. I never spoke to her again."


"So… did she leave you on your birthday, and that's why you're crying?"


"No. She left me before, and my father left me far before that. I lost my mother for good on my eleventh birthday."


There was a long silence, and I realized I wasn't crying anymore.


"Are you going to tell me what happened to your mother?"


"No. I'll tell you another time. I have a question for you."


"Uh…Sure?"
 

"What is your full name?"

 
"Please don't laugh."


"I won't. I never was one to laugh in general."


"Okay… My full name is Albus Severus Potter." Oh, so now the Boy With the Green Eyes is the one I was supposed to patrol with? I had been doing such a good job avoiding him up until this awkward and wholly unrealistic moment. Thank you, God, for screwing me over yet again. Time to be evasive…

 
"…Aren't you one of Dominique Weasley's cousins?"

 
He laughs. The vibrations tickle through his shirt. "Wow. Usually people think of me as 'Harry Potter's son.' I find that refreshing."


"Do you spend time with Scorpius Malfoy? That sounds like something he would say." He made a face. "Malfoy is yucky." I peeled my face from his shirt (mmm, snot. How attractive) to give him a look. "He's one big fat teddy bear. I think you would like him."
 

"But he's a Slytherin."
 

"I'm a Slytherin, and I'm not really yucky most of the time. Besides, Scor almost got put into Hufflepuff. How many Slytherin do you know that almost end up in Hufflepuff?"


"You can be yucky. If I recall correctly, you slid from his lap to mine and then I had Malfoy cooties. And fine, I know none."


"What house are you in, anyway?"

 
"Gryffindor, the House of champions."


"Dom is my best friend, and your cousin. I think you should be very glad she isn't around to hear that."


"Wait…why?"
 

"Uh…she's Slytherin's Quiddtich Captain?"

 
"We don't talk to her often."


"Clearly."


"You are obviously an American."


"Yup. Was it the accent?"
 

"No, it was the look on your face and your general sarcasm-slash-teasing. Your accent isn't quite American."


"I can speak Spanish too, if that's what you mean."


Long pause. Then,

 
"Are you going to explain more?"


"Nope. Besides, you have to do what I say because I'm the birthday girl."


"Oh, that's right. Speaking of such, Miss American Guitar, would you like to go down for a stroll to the kitchens for some cake?"

 
"Wait…did you call me an American guitar?"


"Yes, ma'am, I did." He rolled himself off the floor and then offered his hand out for me to take. Ah, Gryffindor. The House of the noble and chivalrous. I could get used to this.


I drew myself up from the ground, took Pedro in one arm and Albus' arm in the other, and off we walked.

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"Well, this has been an interesting night."
 

"Yes. Like out of one of those cheesy movies."
 

"Well, I've officially walked you back to your room, so goodnight Miss…" He paused as if he were waiting for me to fill in a blank.


I just smirked at him (I wasn't telling him my name, even for a fifty) and got ready to slip through the portrait hole when I remembered something very important. He jerked at my gasp. "What's wrong?" I'd heard that a lot more from this kid than I had anywhere else.


I simply grabbed his shirt and dragged him through the Slytherin portrait hole headfirst. "Wait here. I have something for you." I scrabbled up the stairs, into the dorm, and into the bathroom. Through the slit of a window, I could see the rising sun in the east. A day was starting anew. Somewhere, a life was beginning, a life was ending, opportunities were opening and closing. Sunrise is so symbolic and deep. Wait…the sun? The fuck? God, we spent that whole night talking shit in the kitchens? Damn.


And yet, here I was staring at it, really looking for the first time in what felt like forever. Maybe hope isn't such a bad thing. Maybe open-ended questions aren't the worst thing….I think I spent too much time with the Boy With the Green Eyes (oh, fine, Albus). Back to work.


I catapulted myself onto the toilet (it's a lot less interesting than it sounds, let me tell you) and to the loose brick behind the top shelf above it. I grabbed at the contents behind the brick and eventually came up with what I had been looking for. I somersaulted out of the door to the Common Room (the somersaults may or may not have been accidental). When I got there, I faced a very bewildered Albus. He gets flustered far too easily, I think.


"Here." I held out his wand for him to take. He sat and gawked at it. Smooth, kid. "It's not going to bite you." He continued to stare and was now opening and closing his mouth like a mentally-challenged goldfish. How awkward of him. I don't even know why he was so surprised I gave it back.


I suddenly developed an undeniable urge to stare at my increasingly-interesting bare feet. "Well…I just wanted to say thank you, for talking tonight…no one's ever done that for me before, and I don't even know you all that well…I was bitch on the train, and I'm sorry for that too. And I've seen you in class with your replacement, and it sucks, so I want you to have yours. So…yeah." The Boy put his hand on the wand and…left it there? I looked up at him in surprise. Damn, he's tall. We stood like that for a second, an hour, a year, before he whispered, "We should do this again." What the fuck? Is this happening? This has got to be the weirdest thing that has happened to me in the longest time.

I am the first to withdraw my hand from underneath his. "Next Thursday, same time, same place." He ran his fingers through the back of his head and frowned in thought. "I'm a prefect, and even though my patrolling partner didn't show up tonight doesn't mean she'll skip again," he said, but his voice even then lacked resolve. Mwahahaha. Time to play upon weaknesses. Woo!

 
"Will you come anyway?"

 
"Are you going to cry again?" At this I smiled. "I told you, I only cry once a year. On my birthday."

 
"You never really explained it."

 
"Maybe, if you come with me next time I will." He sighed resignedly. "Fine. But-"


Before he could get another word out, I could hear footsteps clacking slowly down the stone steps. I pushed him outside the hole. "Remember, same time," I hissed and started to turn back inside. I was stopped when the Boy thought it was a good idea to just grab my arm and pull me closer to him. No, it isn't a good idea. I recognize those painfully slow steps, and they belong to the Devil incarnate. "Wait!" Oh, what is it now? "You never told me your name!"


I checked behind me before leaning forward to push a lock of hair from his ear. I pecked that ear, grinned my signature grin at him, and said, "Guess." And then I whirled around and shut the door in his face. Silently, of course. I didn't earn my title of Slytherin for nothing.


The look on his face? Priceless. Of course, I'll see him next week, so he shouldn't panic too much. Really, it's rather unnecessary, although hilarious beyond measure.


Outside my head, the clacking heels stop close. "Why, hello," their owner says into my ear, speaking words dipped in venom. "I would ask what you were doing up this early, but seeing what I just saw, there is no need." Fuck.



 

 



 

"What I do wonder is how a person like him-" here she pointed at the potrait hole "-ended up with someone like you." She whipped around and began her slow swaggerring walk back up the staircase she had just came down. She paused dramatically and turned her head. I did not like the smirk on her face. I did not like the smirk on her face at all.




 

 




 

"Don't worry your little head about though. I'll figure it out soon enough." And with that, she disappeared up the stairs. Once she was up I cursed.

Remember I said I hated Abigail McLaughlin?

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A/N: *sings* Please don't attack me for writing this shitty little chapter, I'm lazy and Joy lost my camera's adapter, tra lala lala…alright, enough with the singing. I truly am lazy, and my current roommate, Joy, did lose my adapter. Apparently, it's still at the Palace Hotel in Athens. So if you find it, call me. I hope that didn't sound too creepy…


I am well aware of the fact that this has been the worst chapter, by far. I'm sorry. To explain the goings on of this chapter, Lici cried and then she and Al talked/laughed in the kitchens. yes, it was corny but when we get to the next time they meet it should get better (slightly).


I want you to tell me exactly what you thought, but I also would like suggestions too. As a heads-up, the next chapter will be written in Al's POV. Should be another adventure.


Sorry for the utter crapnosity displayed on this page,


Simone





 

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