Disclaimer: I must say what everyone one earth, excluding the Amazing J.K.R, must say, I do not and, unless I am somehow the luckiest person alive, I will never, own the Harry Potter world. I own my characters and my plot.

Author's note: I have been having Major writers block, and when that happens, I tend to skip ahead several months (sometimes years, Right Cassie?) , or add some random, dramatic, action-y, part. Though I try not to, I see nothing else to do. So I must decide which one to do, so I, being unable to make decisions, shall do both!!


CHAPTER FIVE: Part one; Unsuspecting Events

February 7,

I am stuck, and no one knows it. Some of my worst fears have come true. And where is Scorpius? He had told me that he would be here..that he would always find a way to never let me disappear again. And here I am, shaking so I can hardly hold this mangled quill, hungry so that I forget what having a full stomach feels like, thirsty so that my mouth feels more like sand...I know that what he promised is hard to deliver, and I don't blame him. In fact, I hope he safe in the castle..but somehow I know that he is trying to find me, and it worries me. I wonder if he is safe. I wonder if he even realized I am not there. I wonder when I shall leave this...this...cesspool.I wonder, I wonder....


Setting aside the torn, worn, and old parchment aside, I sighed to myself. Pondering how I got into such a situation. I supposed it started when my nightmares became reality...

I was sitting with my fellow Gryffindors, which was decidedly boring. No one could talk to me, or see me, but I got to sit with my house. I got to listen to people talk. I got to be normal, kinda.

That is, until my dream came to life. Two men in black suits walked over. No one blinked at them, no one even bat an eye. No one seemed to think it was un-usual for two men to walk in dressed completely in black muggle-suits. They stopped behind me, I turned around to see them better.

"Come with us," they said in unison, sending a chill down my back. Their dark sun-glasses made it impossible to tell where they were looking.

But I knew. I felt three pairs of eyes boring into me. Two pairs belonged to the strange men, while the other pair, I could tell with out looking over my shoulder, was Scorpius's.

"Me?" I asked, confused beyond belief. These men could see me?

"Bethany Sylvia Stone, please come with us," the men said at the same time.

I was freaked out now, "How can you see me? Why can't they see you? Who are you? What do you want? Where do you want to take me? When did you get here?" were the questions I wanted ask, but somehow the questions never left my mouth. Now my question to myself, "Should I go with them?"

"Come," monotoned the one on the right.

I had to ask a question, so I just plucked one that surface in the sea of questions that had become my mind, "Are you real?" Yeah, it was a pathetic question, but a very reasonable one at that.

I think I saw a grin for a half second on the face of the man on the left. "As real as you," responded the man on the left.

"Fair enough..." I looked around, finding Scorpius among the kids. I pleaded with him, "What should I do?" I asked him with my eyes.

His eyes reflected confusions and worry he began to stand, but then I was distracted by the men giving each other glances, the message was clear, I had to go now.

What was the worse that could happen if I went with them? Not like many people would miss me if something happened, well, other then Scorpius, but he would get over it eventually....right?

I stood up, they began to walk away, as did I. Only one pair of blue-green eyes were upon us as we exited the great hall.

"What do you want?" I managed to ask once we were out by the lake.

"You must he-" the man on the right was suddenly interrupted by a confused blonde haired boy.

"Bethany? What is going on here?" Scorpius Malfoy asked as soon he was in hearing shot.

The two men exchanged glances, then instead of answering to Scorpius, they turned to me. "That boy can see you?"

I rolled my eyes, "Nope. He's blind as a bat. Of course he can see me! Why else would he have been the only child watching us as we walked out of the great hall?"

The men glared at each other (Or I assume they did, it was hard to tell with the dark sunglasses on).

Scorpius repeated his earlier question, and finally there was an answer, or half of one. "We need Bethany Stone's help."

Scorpius and I blinked at each other in confusion, then Scorpius asked the obvious, "With?"

"A rescue mission," the men answered simultaneously.

"Rescue who? From who?" Scorpius asked, now the spokes person for me apparently.

They were about to answer when a crazed, female, voice rang out.

"Scorpius Orion Malfoy! My dear, dear great-nephew. How much you look like your father..."

We turned, right into the sight of a dead (Or so we thought..) women walking (or skipping more likely) up to a stunned Scorpius Malfoy.

Our jaws hung to the ground, our eyes popped from their sockets.

Bellatrix Lestrange was back from the dead. And she was standing right in front of them.


AN: To be continued.......