Dedication: I have decided to dedicate this whole story to Little Miss Clumsy, luver of jellybeans and my best friend, SharkiesGirl. You guys deserve it!

Warning: A bit of language near the start. Very mild, I think. No serious swear words.

"No Lily!" I yelled, pushing the stranger onto the floor. "She has my necklace!"

"Get off, cow!" The girl yelled, trying to push me away.

"No! You give that necklace back, you twit."

Before I had time to rip the necklace off her, James had grabbed me around the waist and lifted me clean off the floor. I kicked and thrashed around; trying to get out of his grip, but it was like steel. No wonder doors fly open when he pushes them – they have no choice! A large crowd was gathering around, pointing and whispering.

"Bella, what are you doing?" James said, spinning around in front of me so I couldn't see the girl I had pushed over. He let my feet hit the floor again, but he didn't let go of my shoulders.

"That thief stole the necklace that Jason gave me. It's been missing since start of term." He raised his eyebrows. "Even ask Remus!" I added hysterically. "He was there."

James sighed and shook his head. "I'm sorry, but I can't just let you attack somebody. I'm Head Boy and if you don't give me a perfectly good excuse, I have to take you to Dumbledore as well as the usual punishment."

"She stole it! Let me prove it!" The crowd was getting bigger.

He sighed again and released my shoulders. "Okay."

I stepped past him and looked at the girl. Lily had helped her off the floor and was currently saying something about the Hospital Wing. The girl was slightly taller than Lily and was very lean. She had caramel-brown hair and dark eyes. I can't quite think of her name. Although, I could tell she was a Slytherin. She glared at me as I took as step towards her.

"Give me the necklace back!" I demanded, holding my hand out.

"What necklace? I don't wear jewellery."

I stared at her. "Yes you do. And it's mine. Give it back."

She pulled her jacket off and showed me her neck. "See? No necklace."

My hand fell back beside me. "You're lying."

"I am not. I even showed you proof I'm not wearing it."

I lunged at her again, this time going for her jacket. She must have hidden it her pocket. She snatched the jacket back and slapped me across the face. It echoed around the Hall along with the gasps from the crowd. I glared at her and slapped her back, making her drop the jacket. A fainting 'ting' sound came from the fabric. This time, the crowd was silent.

"Do it again!" somebody yelled from the back of the audience. Yes, I think I will.

"Don't!"

I heard the sound of running footsteps followed by a collective gasp. Before I could register what was happening, somebody had dove at me and was currently lying on top of me. I couldn't see who it was – my face was sideways toward the ground. I watched as the girl's shoes disappeared as she walked away. A group of people followed her.

"Geroff!" I grunted, trying to stand up. The person on top of me rolled off and I quickly stood, looking back down at them. It was Nicky. I scowled at him. "What was that for?"

He shook his head at me. "Why did you hit her?"

"She took my necklace!"

"What makes you think that?"

"I saw it on her!" I yelled hysterically as he stood up. "That dirty, rotten thief nicked it!"

He shook his head sadly and rubbed the back of his neck. The crowd was slowly disappearing, frantic whispers and all. James looked disappointed in me. He wouldn't look me in the face. Lily was staring at me in shock and a group of fourth years were grinning in awe.

"Piss off!" I hissed at them and watched them scatter. I hate children.

"God, Bella! What is your problem?" Nicky asked, throwing his arms up.

I got the feeling he wasn't talking about the children. "Nothing! That girl stole my necklace!"

"You can't go attacking people, Belladonna."

"You can't leave your twin sister in the Hospital Wing for three days without visiting her, Nicholas."

He glared at me. "For your information, Belladonna, I was busy."

"Yeah? With what? Sarah?"

Nick shook his head. "No. Mum and Dad had another fight."

"So? Lately they haven't stopped fighting. Is their happiness more important to you than my health?"

"No, Bella!" He stomped his foot. "You are more important. But you have to understand. You don't know what they are fighting about."

"So? It could be about that vase we broke. It could be about anything!"

"But it wasn't about anything. It involved y-!" He stopped mid-sentence and winced like he had said too much.

"What was it about, Nicky?" I asked, lowering my voice for the first time during the argument.

He looked away from me. "I can't tell you. I swore to them that I-"

I grabbed his hands. "Nick! Tell me!"

"No. I can't."

"Why?"

"I'm not allowed to. I promised to them."

"With what? Your life?"

He looked away. Oh. My. God. I threw his hands back down.

"Oh, no, no, no, Nicky, you didn't!"

"I did."

I took a step back. Nobody was looking at me in the face.

I took another step back, turned and ran. I ran out of the Entrance Hall and into the courtyard. I passed the courtyard and Hagrid's Hut and the Great Lake and finally made it to the Forbidden Forest. Not going in there. Too scary.

I kept running all the way up to the hills and to the far meadow.

"Why did you do that, Nicky?" I mumbled.

I collapsed onto an old log and put my head in my hands.

"You stupid, stupid boy."

I cried for a while, screamed for a bit, yelled for a little longer, cried a bit more and finally gave up, sitting around and glaring holes in the log.

It had been five hours before somebody finally found me. It was Dumbledore. The night was already dark, cold and windy. I was freezing but didn't have the energy to care.

"Good evening, Belladonna," Dumbledore said, sitting next to me on my log. "Lovely night, isn't it?"

"Meh."

He breathed out heavily and stared at the ground. "He loves you, you know."

"Who?"

"Nick. He was dead scared when you didn't come back after an hour or so."

"Serves him right," I muttered.

Dumbledore smiled sadly. "When you find out what this is all about, you'll understand why he promised and you will forgive him."

"Yeah, but I don't know what it is about!" I cried. "That's why I am so angry that he promised his life to protect it from me. Surely it can't be that bad, whatever it is."

Dumbledore shook his head. "No, Belladonna. In time you will understand." I didn't say anything so he continued. "I used to come and sit here to think during my schooling years."

"Really?"

"Yes. Have you ever wondered why this log is here, even though there are no trees?" I shook my head. "This meadow used to be the garden of a little old lady called Margery Butter."

I giggled. What a funny name.

"Oh, and she did hate her name. Her mother remarried after her husband's death and poor Margery was stuck with the last name Butter. Hated her mother for that, she did. Apparently she moved away in shame and came to live here."

"Why would she move away? It's only a last name."

Dumbledore smiled. "The wizarding world likes to stay with an ancient touch. Quills, parchment, chess, old fashioned bits and pieces. Children your age would not understand how much older it is than the Muggle world until something happens to you that does not happen in the Muggle society today."

"Oh. How did you know Margery?"

"I used to visit her for company and we'd sit on this log to chat and have tea. When she died, her house and her garden vanished – all but this log."

"Oh."

"I've never known why." He turned to me and his eyes twinkled. "I would so very much love to find out." He stood up so quickly that that I was left staring at space for a few moments before realising. "I think you should get inside, Belladonna. It's getting late."

"Yeah." I looked back down at the ground. "I am cold, come to think of it. And I'm getting hungry. I wouldn't mind some pudding." I looked up. "Professor?"

He was gone.

"Bloody Hell!"

I stared back down at the ground.

I think he wants me to find out about this lady.

Margery Butter.

I trudged along the icy ground yelling random streams of abuse towards my surroundings.

"Curse that leaf to the fiery depths of Hell!" was just one of them.

"Go eat your grandparents, stick!" was another.

By the time I got to the Great Hall, everything had been kicked, hit, broken, cursed, abused or dammed to Hell. I think I made good progress. The Entrance Hall was deserted and even the Great Hall only had ten or so occupants. The only person at the Staff Table was a man I don't quite remember the name of. He was tall, pale and skinny. I think I can remember something somebody once said about him. Something about brains or something.

I sat down at the Ravenclaw table, about halfway up where all the food was still sitting. My tummy made a loud rumble so I quickly ate as much as possible. While I ate, I watched a first year struggle with trying to untie his shoe laces from the table. It seemed they were stuck together by some kind of charm. I found myself feeling sorry for him, which never happens. I've spent my whole life laughing at people's struggles and dragging others down with me when it was my turn.

"Hey, kid!" I found myself calling after swallowing my pudding whole. He was only across the aisle, at the Gryffindor table, and a few seats closer to the Staff Table so he heard me quite easily. He looked up and threw me a frightened look before pulling tighter at his shoes and starting to shake. I stood up and walked over to him. "Hey, are you alright?"

He relaxed a bit on seeing my face but continued to shake. "They did this to me."

"Who are they?" I asked kindly.

"Those Hufflepuff, Fourth-Year bullies."

I frowned. "This is your first year, ha?"

"Y-yeah."

The boy dropped his shoe laces and turned to face me properly. Before, all I knew what he looked like was yellowy-blonde hair and hazel eyes. But now I could see him properly, I noticed he had freckles, long eyelashes, pink cheeks and a thin scar running across his forehead. He is so adorable! He looks more like seven than eleven.

"What's your name?" I asked.

"Gregory or Greg. What's yours?"

"I'm Belladonna Henrys. But everybody calls me Belle or Bella."

He nodded slowly. "You have two brothers don't you?"

"Yes. How did you know?"

"I heard somebody talk about you."

"Oh." Probably those Gryffindor gossips.

"What are their names?"

"Nick and Jason. Nick is my twin and Jason is about ten months older. I'm having a bit of a fight with Nick at the moment."

"What about?" he asked curiously. God, he is so cute! What a little angel.

"He is keeping a secret."

"Mummy told me that secrets shouldn't be kept from family. She said that to Daddy too but he still keeps secrets."

What do I say to that? I frowned in thought for a few moments before looking him in the eye. "I think that if you do keep a secret from family, it has to be to keep them from getting seriously hurt."

He nodded thoughtfully. It seemed he was about to say something but he closed his mouth and bit his lip. He waited a moment before going back to pulling at his shoelaces.

"Do you need some help?"

He looked up, clearly not expecting the offer. "Err, is it fixable?"

I nodded and pulled out my wand from my jeans' pocket. He flinched. "You ready?" He nodded and turned away in fear. "Diffindo."

Once the flash of light had died down, he looked back at his shoe and grinned. "I never knew magic could do that."

"It can do almost anything."

He beamed. "I used to have dreams about being magic and being able to do all sorts of things."

"Like what?"

"Oh, feed my bunny, Oscar, make things fly – that sort of thing."

"Well, in your first Charms class, you learn to make feathers float."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Can you tell me more about the things we learn?"

I yawned. "I'll tell ya what, how about we both go to the Gryffindor Common Room first? I need to find my friend, Lily, before she goes to bed."

"Okay, but I thought you were in Ravenclaw."

"I am. I'm just staying with the Gryffindors for a few weeks."

"Oh."

I stood up and stretched. We were the last ones in the Great Hall. Greg stood up next to me and I realised how short he was. His chin probably only just reached my hip. I guess that makes him look even younger. I started walking out of the Great Hall and he followed. I was just in the Entrance Hall when he did something I least expected.

He held my hand!

Jee, he is such a sweetie.

I smiled down at him, even though he wasn't looking at me. It's nice to be appreciated by somebody. Even if the person is an eleven year old you just met and he just so happens to be a bit of a dork. But a sweet dork!

"Do you remember the password?" I asked as we started walking towards the portrait.

"Err...I think it was 'Telephone'."

"Oh. I didn't think it would be a Muggle item."

"Isn't it always a Muggle item?"

"No. Well, I don't think so, at least."

We walked up to the portrait of Mad Mary and smiled good naturedly at her.

She recognised me straight away. "Hello, Belladonna!" she said before turning to Greg. "Good evening, young sir. Are you here to walk Miss Belle to her room?"

Greg giggled. Aww! What an adorable giggle. "Yes. She helped me unstuck myself from the table."

Mad Mary grinned. "Very well then. Password?"

"Telephone?"

"Err...you know what? I forgot what the password was. But, I trust you," She opened the Portrait Hole, "Belle, so walk straight on through."

We thanked her and, still holding hands, crawled through the gap and into the Common Room. It was still dark and the only thing lighting the room was the fire. I felt Greg drop my hand but I was too preoccupied to wonder why. Jason, James, Sirius, Remus and Lily were crowded around the fire, all looking worried. They turned their heads towards me when the door closed behind us and stared at me. I quickly looked to my right. Greg had gone. Damn. I could use a hand to hold right about now. Time to disappear. I started for the stairs to my temporary room, but Lily spoke.

"Where have you been?"

"Err...around." Darn. Why I am I letting them make me feel like I was wrong? "It's none of your business, anyway."

"Belle!" Lily yelled sternly as I started again for the stairs. "I have a right to know. I'm supposed to be watching you."

I ignored her and kept walking. Once I reached my room, I looked around. All the other girls – except for Lily – were in bed, asleep. I quickly walked over to my bed and changed into my pyjamas. Once I'd done that, I walked into the bathroom and brushed my teeth.

I felt guilty. I shouldn't have yelled at Nick. He was probably doing the right thing by keeping it from me. Goodness knows I can't deal with any more dilemmas. With the Devil-Lady as my mother, I should be helped, not dumped upon. I rinsed and put my toothbrush down. I quietly walked out of the bathroom and took one last look around. Lily was in bed – just settling by the look of things. I tippy-toed out of the Dorm Room and back to the Common Room. The fireplace was even dimmer than before. I carefully made my way out of the Gryffindor Tower and over to Ravenclaw. I whispered the password and the portrait of an old lady let me through.

I walked up to the Boy's Dorm and over to Nicky's bed. The room was a mess. Nicky's Dorm mates are really unhygienic. I swear something is growing under all the filth. Even if I didn't know which bed was Nicky's, I could eventually pick. His is the cleanest and tidiest, thanks to sharing a room with me during the holidays since we were eleven.

"Nicky?" I whispered, shaking his arm. "Nicky?"

He stirred and slowly opened his eyes. "Belle?"

"Yeah, it's me."

He sat up straight and squinted at me through the darkness. There was enough moonlight to make out outlines in the dark. Without warning he sprung a hug on me. "I was so worried about you, Belle."

I hugged him back. "Yeah, well you've always been the worry-wart."

He let go and pulled his sheets back. "Hop in."

"Okay." I quickly slid in next to him. I doubt his bed is as fun to jump on as Jason's, but now probably isn't the time. It's a lot warmer than my bed, maybe because he's been in for a while, if I'm correct.

"You got enough space?" he asked drowsily, moving his head up the pillow.

"Yeah."

This is one of those sibling moments that are pretty rare in our family. I mean, we are all a lot closer than what most siblings are, but it's not everyday that one of these kinds of things happen. The last one was probably in fifth year when we both broke up with long-term partners at the same time. It was pretty hard, but knowing we were in the same boat helped a lot.

"I'm sorry," Nick murmured.

I closed my eyes. "It's okay. I know you are doing the right thing."

And that's all we needed to, and did, say. A few moments later, somebody opened the door. It was Jason. He walked over to us and crouched down so his face was level with ours.

"Belle? Nicky?"

"Yeah?" we whispered back.

"What are you two doing?"

"Family reunion," Nicky answered.

"Oh, and why wasn't I invited?"

I giggled and moved over a bit. He crawled in next to me and we all fell silent again.

"Jason?"

"Mmmm?" he grunted into my hair.

"Somebody stole the necklace you gave me. You know the heart one?"

"Why would they do that?"

"Don't know."

"Don't worry about it. I'll help you get it back."

A few minutes later, I heard Jason and Nicky fall asleep. I'm glad I don't snore. Having two brothers who do is bad enough. Not long after, I also drifted off. And there we were, the three Henrys siblings, all tucked up and asleep.

Author's note: Aww! What a sweet little ending. This chapter had a bit more seriousness in it, didn't it? I'm starting to add little bits of information and start new plot lines. This way, I'll have quite a few loose ends to tie up towards the end before the sequel. As I was saying before, this is the second part in a three part chapter based around the necklace.

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(This chapter was written about 2 weeks ago and I forgot I hadn't posted. Hehe...I guess I'm the Queen of Oops!)