later that evening, i had gotten showered, and argued with myself over what to wear. honestly. i just came back from a vicous Qudditch match, where there was a full blown riot. again. but hey, at least Ravenclaw won!

i looked into my warbdrobe, and finally decided on a pair of light blue boot cut jeans with ripps allover them, a purple off the shoulder shirt, black combat boots, a cute white parka with a brown furry hood, a black beanie, my hair red and curled into really fierce ringlets, my tips purple, chain earings, and my eyes were a python-grass green with golden flecks in them.

being satisfied with my outfit, i trampled down the stairs, a book tucked into my parka pocket, and strutted down to the Grand Entrance. i exited the castle, and met mum and dad by the castle gates leading to Hogsmede.

jay sprinted up to me, and whispered into my ear, "Als looking for you- he believes that youll have your essay for Ancient Ruins with you." "well, i dont."

mum and dad looked at us weirdly, and Jay said, "Albiepoo needs her essay for some class." dad questioned him. "why would he? als a fifth ear, and Lils is a third year." Jay smirked, and said, "Oh siriusly, no pun intended, they dont know about your schedeule?" "no Senora Ginny y Senor Harry do not know mi horio."

"ofcourse, speak Spanish." "well, i happen to have Ancient Ruins with the fourth and fifth years, because im the only third year taking it, Care of Magical Creatures, and Trewleney needed one more pupil for third years, and if she didnt, itd be all- "ah, but no grim!" so, she requested specificly to Flitwick, "it must be that potter girl!" so, i am offically scared of that gypsy." impatiently, dad asked, "where is al?"

i chuckled evily as my brother walked over to us. "sorry. some obnoxious Ravenclaw set a trap for the next Gryffindor to be captured, and couldnt be let go until they answered three riddles. they were so difficult! here they were-

1. Which came first- the phoniex or the flame?

2. Which hurts more- the pen or the sword?

3. If this is the pattern: aba*)_+#$dfquthrejt5455!@====%689+_++++efrrgrhvfhjh, then what comes next?

what lunitic coud solve that! i men, honestly! it was probably not even real! if anything, only an obnoxious, know-it-all, stupid, ingorrant Ravenclaw could solve that! a sytherin or Hufflepuff couldnt solve it! Ravenclaws walked by, snickering!"

i purshed my lips, and mumbled,

"There was no beginning to that cycle. the pen because it is perminent, unlike the sword. the pattern is unspecific due to no ideal repitidiveness being repitied."

i walked ahead of everyone else, and felt eight eyes on the back of my head. a rather hideous banshee ran right into me.

"watch where your going, you stupid child!" "excuse me? you bumped into me." the banshees pale skin began to go a furious shade of red, and she hissed. woah. did i say something. "sssssoooo? i will get revenge missssss lilian luna potter. jussssst becausssse your father isssss Harry Jamesssss Potter doesssssnt mean that i will let you ssssslide! battle me! before i battle and kill you!"

dont tell me i understood parsletongue. "battle me, banshee. i dont give a crap. you could stick me in Hagrids buttcrack, and i wouldnt back down." she smirked. "very well. if thatssssss your choice."

her boney hands had a red gowing substance that hit me in the stomache. "issss that not enough?" a black beam of light shot out of her body, and it hit me in the chest. oh shitou. ive read that when a beam of black light appears when you are in its eye-sight, or it is right infront of you.... your dead meat.

i pulled out my wand, and muttered under my breath, "Vanishio." i didnt even know that was a spell! i didnt even know i could do it! the banshee left, well, more like vanished, and Jay ran up and tackled me.

i was pulled down onto the ground, and Jay trotted away. of course, he wouldnt get away that easily.

i snuck up on him from behind, and put his arms around his back, and morphed into a wizard police officer. i could hear him gulp, nervously.

"Okay, bezzer put thoze hands behind zat back of yourz." why was i doing a French accent? i dont know. "what did i do!?" i smirked, and retorted with,

"do you not zink zat i zaw you tackle zat little girl? it iz illegal to abuze a girl, and even tackle one." "im sorry! god... am i going to-" i smirked again. "zat horrid Azkaban? yez, zadly. it iz my job to put zome people in zat jail." mum screamed.

"OH MERLIN! JAMES SIRIUS POTTER- WHY ARE YOU GETTING ARRESTED!? EXPLAIN YOURSELF, MISTER!" i smirked, and evily smiled.

"zo zorry, ma'am. zis zon of yourz.... iz he your zon?" mum nodded. "what did he do, exactly?" dad asked. al just looked happy, worried, puzzled, and happy. he wanted james out of the house for a while, didnt he?

"thiz zon of yourz had juzt abuzed a girl; he had dezided to run up and tackle her. zhe iz no where to be found. zhe... zhe had red hair, but.. i have no idea where zhe haz gone."

dads eyes widened. mum didnt catch on. "lily. you tackled lily, and you made her vanish out of thin air?" "well.... i did tackle her. i was being a brother... but... i dont want her to be gone!"

dad glared at me. "well, if you are looking for her... i zink i know where zhe iz."

i morphed back into myself, and snickered. "hey, james sirius potter? tackle me again and ill do something much, much, much worse." i let him go. "meanie."

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we reached the three broomsticks, and ordered our drinks. "uhm, a butter beer for me." "yea, a butterbeer too." "make that three." dad, al, and me got a butter beer. "ill have a cherry soda, Demelza, thank you." "uh, ill take a firewhisky." said jay.

we all looked at him."hey, im of age! i turned seventeen to weeks ago!" i rolled my eyes. after our drinks came, mum said, "so... uhm, well, theres a youngster, a middle, and an elder..... but there is going to be two middles, and a new youngster." oh, nice mums pregnant.

"awesome." i dully said. "a baby sibling. gonna treat it like me? or will you two, Jay and Al actually let it play Qudditch, and do things for itself?" jokingly, Albiepoo said, "duh, it can play Qudditch! me and Jay will teach it how to when it can ride a broom, so like.... at age seven or six!" no, he was sirius.

my upper lip curled in disgust. "and if it happens to be a girl?" "we will still teach it Qudditch at six or seven." i frowned. "are you sure you will? because, well, it is a tradition now, right? you dont teach the kid how to play Qudditch until they go to Hogwarts? you wont let it go off on their own when your playing tag or something? you wont let them watch Ariel alone even when their nine, because its too scary and theyll have nightmares? you wont let it- so basicly, it can do what it wants, unless its life threatinging?"

"pretty much, yea." Al and Jay said in sync. "Excuse me, i will be going to the lou."

i didnt go to the lou. i walked right out of the pub, and sat on a rock outside and cried. their very nice to me, arent they? even if the baby is a girl. so, they really must like me.

i knew no one was watching me. no one was in the village. so i ran. i ran deep into the nearby forest. i sat by a tree trunk, and sobbed. my own brothers.

yes. thats right. when i was nine i couldnt watch the Little Mermaid alone. because Ursala is the twin sister of Moldy Voldy. thats sarcasm.

i decided to head back to the pub. i didnt make it that far.

the last thing i saw?

i saw blonde hair.

then i fell into the blackness.

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What do you think will hapen? im having a little contest, to all of my veiwers with a account.

should the baby be a boy or a girl? what name should it have? ill choose what i like best from my answers, with the baby's birth chapter in this book being dedicated to the winner!

Kat XD