I haven't updated for over a year, I know. And this is the moment I give you an awesome excuse and all, right? Not exactly. Simply said, I was extremely lazy at the age of 14. No worries, now at 15, I miss writing this story so lets get right into the plot… WHOO!

I made my way towards the library. Maybe I should get my study on… HA! Who was I kidding? Pierce Jackson actually opening a book? No way. I was only going there because I wanted to talk to Hermione. I didn't really get to talk to her and Harry. No point in talking with Weasley, we'd just end up arguing.

Luckily I spotted the girl quite quickly. She was skimming through a bunch of books. Ugh, my head just hurts of actually flipping through those books with my dyslexia. I sat down next to her, grinning.

"Hey 'Mione. What are you doing?"

Hermione raised her head from the book and looked at me. She looked a bit conflicted. What was wrong?

Then Harry and Weasley came in and sat in front of us. Harry smiled politely and Weasley nodded in acknowledgement. As soon as they sat down, Hermione looked at them and finally broke the silence.

"Harry, Ron, can I please tell her." She asked them.

"Of course, she's a friend." Harry answered. Weasley looked conflicted but surprisingly didn't oppose.

"Sure."

I was confused. Were they hiding something from me? I mean, they told me quite a lot already; but the fact that they still held secrets hurt me a bit. Harry took lead and explained everything to me.

He had gotten an invisibility cloak for Christmas, so he could now explore the school without getting caught quite easily. I felt like he was leaving something out, but I'll just hope he'll eventually tell. Then he talked about the Gringotts' break in and how he was there the day something disappeared. He finally came to the conclusion that whatever they were guarding with the three-headed dog (that I have yet to see) was connected to whatever they tried to steal in Gringotts.

I just sat there and didn't say anything. What could I say? They did have a valid point and all, but it does still seem a bit farfetched.

"Thanks for telling me, I guess." I said, "Just, uh, don't pry in too deep and all. And if you ever do need help, I could always help."

And with that, I left. Did I really want to be caught up in all of this?

In the dorms past curfew

I played with the sword, again. I still did not know who gave it to me, or why I could read the strange language at its hilt. Of course, since the girls would freak out with me carrying a weapon around, I was in the boy's dormitories. Specifically Draco and Blaise's dorms.

"As awesome as that sword is, I still want to keep my head, Pierce." Draco whined when I accidentally swooped the sword towards his head.

"Sorry Draco, that was an accident." I apologized.

"You know, Pierce, if you really wanted to practice with that sword, you should probably look for a class and not where I will be sleeping." Blaise spoke up. If they just wanted to get rid of me, they should have just said so. Gosh.

"Fine, I'll leave then." I grunted and left them.

I really didn't want to sleep, or try to sleep after seeing Parkinson's face. So I came up with the brilliant idea of leaving the Common Room to explore a bit more. Because why not? I've been getting detentions left and right for sleeping in classes and not paying attention; what's sneaking out going to do to this poor soul?

Quite honestly, what's the worst that could possibly happen?

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Annnnd done! Thanks for dealing with this story (again) I'm gonna run through all the chapters and correct minor mistakes and where I made the story move too quickly (I was 13 sooooo). Stay tuned for more, I can't promise that it'll come soon cuz High school (yayyy….)

~EmiJinx