I might add another chapter into the story cause it's just... so... bland...
Once you read this chapter and realize I'm saying I'm gonna skip to April (then summer), you'll see.
So it might take some time until chapter 14 comes up cause I just need to have something else, and after I wrote something in chapter... chapter 17, it gave me the idea to make THAT (what I said) into a whole chapter And that's what I'm gonna do.
So enjoy, it'll definitely be some time until I can post again But I'm into it now, so that's good
ENJOY!
P.S: You all know how horrible I can be with romance fluff stuff... I tried! (so ya, sorry if parts of this chapter suck cause of that).
And I forgot, there's 2 parts (this chapter is two parts), so it won't be super long for another post, but I wanna post NOW cause I'm BORED! REALLLLY BORED!
So ya... the end of part 1 leads up to... well the end of the actual chapter!

Chapter 13
Meeting at the Lake

The rest of Christmas break flew by, and Sirius actually seemed to be enjoying his stay at Grimmauld Place. Of course he had an encounter with the painting of his mother... unfortunately she recognized him and that made it all the worse.
Dezi talked with Tonks about being a Metamorphmagus. Tonks actually got Dezi to change her face shape after some struggle, and after that she was able to go full-on morphing into other people. It was like having a personal Polyjuice Potion without the pain of morphing and keeping it up.

Two weeks later, Dezi was packing her trunk, ready to go back to Hogwarts. For once in a long while, she actually didn’t want to leave because she wanted to stay at home (and not want to leave because of being tortured at school). Finishing, she left her room and started to head for the stairs. As she neared the stairs, she tripped over something on the ground. Shaking her head so the hair would get out of her face, she saw an outstretched hand. Grabbing it, she was pulled up to her feet by Sirius.
“Thanks.”
He merely smiled in response. Walking down the stairs, his trunk bumped into a couple of the stairs. Raising an eyebrow momentarily, Dezi followed a bit behind. In silence, Ginny drove her and Sirius to Kings Cross Station and they boarded the Hogwarts Express. They boarded with Darren and Chloe, and the whole ride back to Hogwarts Dezi read Hogwarts: A History for the sixth time (o.o.s: who does that sound like? ).
The awkward silence between Sirius and Dezi only seemed to grow as they entered Hogwarts and went to the common room with their things. Sirius seemed a lot quieter around her since Dezi revealed she knew the truth about him. She was starting to wonder if it was a mistake that she brought him to Grimmauld Place in the first place.
Dezi unpacked her things in her dorm quickly. She realized on the train she had buried her favourite novel she was given when she was 12 from Harry. When she finally found it and opened it, a piece of parchment slid out of the book.
Curious, Dezi bent down and picked it up. Out of all the times she had read the book, she had never noticed it. Wouldn’t it be too obvious to hide?
December 1st, 2003
Desiree,
This used to be me favourite novel, so I am passing it on to you. Who knows, you might someday enjoy it.
The days are drawing closer to the wedding, and I have a feeling something horrible is going to happen. I don’t know what, I don’t know when, but something will happen, I can feel it.
I gave this to Harry for safekeeping on the day of the wedding, just in case something does happen. Hopefully I will be the one to give this book, the only book (next to Hogwarts: A History of course) I used to hold so dear, to you, but things may happen. Bad things from horrible people, I only hope that I will live to see a new life, a new life with your father. I’ve been hopeful a lot recently, ever since the Curse had been lifted from him, things have gone well, no one has chased him or me down. But that also leaves a bit of fear in the pit of my heart; it has been too long since someone has tried to force me away from Draco and maybe you as well.
So enjoy this book I have left for you. I hope it will bring you as much joy as it has me.
Love,
Mum
Dezi was very confused for a moment. She felt the threatening prick of tears at her eyes, but nothing came out. She held the letter and went back to the book, looking for some sort of explanation. Another slip of parchment seemed to fall from the book. Before it hit the ground, Dezi caught it. She unfolded it and saw a few scrawled sentences.
I’m so sorry I never gave the letter from Hermione to you.
As Dezi’s fist curled, the parchment scrunched into a ball. Why hadn’t Harry given her the letter before now? Why did he leave it? She threw it at her pillow with all the force she could muster, but Dezi regretted it as soon as she did. A hard shot of pain hit Dezi’s shoulder as soon as her hand let the paper go. She tried moving it, but that only seemed to make it worse.
Rolling her eyes, Dezi picked up the book with her opposite hand and left the dormitory before her roommates decided to show up. She sat on an open couch and read her book for the rest of the day, managing to finish it right before she fell asleep on the red velvet couch. She pushed herself off the couch and saw a piece of parchment on the table. Curious, she looked at what it said.
Dezi,
You looked busy so I didn’t want to bother your reading.
Meet me by the lake at 9:30.
Shane
She smirked when she saw ‘Si’ scribbled out before ‘Shane’. Looking at her watch, Dezi noticed it was already 9:10(pm). Grabbing the note, Dezi ran back up to her room. Tossing her book into a drawer, she then put on a Slytherin green hoodie overtop of her t-shirt. Seeing no need to change pants, since she was already in jeans and it wasn’t that cold yet, she looked into her mirror. Dezi then started having fun messing around with her hair. She changed it from its normal (tame, compared to Hermione's it was practically straight) loose curls/waves and length of about 6 inches below her shoulder to perfectly straight black. She laughed at how ridiculous it looked and changed the shape and angles of her face to match it.
“Uh... hello, who’re you?”
Dezi turned to the door and saw one of her roommates, Leah. Changing her hair and face back to normal, she saw the shocked expression of her roommate.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” Leah gasped.
“It’s called ‘Metamorphmagus’, Lee,” Dezi responded sharply. “If you have any problems with the rare gift, take it to someone that cares.”
Dezi pushed past Leah and ran down the stairs and walked through the common room. She ran down the stairs to the entrance hall and then out of the castle, having to pull her hood over her head. A full moon illuminated the light layer of white on the ground, and bounced off the lake. She swore she heard the howls of werewolves in the distance.