Depressingly, I do not own the characters, only my made up ones. I can not take credit for JKR's characters, or anyone else's for that matter.

Prologue/Background Info (Sorry for the typos):
This is a ff from my site (it isnt doen yet there either) I am sorry it is not totally hp, but it is 100% magical and takes place at Hogwarts. I will try to keep the characters as normal as possible, but if you do not like the way I am controlling their actions, please don't hesitate to tell me.
This ff is based on both the Harry Potter novels and the T.V series, 'Charmed'. I haven't learned everything there is to know about the show so bear w/ me.( neither does the main character) I do not own the characters and blah blah blah. (I have to put that because i am making the fan fic and all) I am gonna add a bit of background info so ya get the story line. She [the main character] is the daughter of Bellatrix Lestrange who kidnapped her after her parents were killed in the first war. She doesn't know what side they were on, but she is part whitelighter/witch and part demon/witch. (One of those 'witch's was the sort from charmed, the other the sort from Harry Potter books) When she went to Azkaban she stayed in a muggle orphanage, then w/ the malfoys or blacks alternating for 14 years then she stayed by herself in Diagon Alley. Okay the rest you will find out in the ff. (mainly because i am too tired to type a whole lot at once)
(Sorry about all the typos, I typed it in a rush)


Chapter 1
Another beginning

Ron, Harry, and Hermione had just walked into the great hall and sat down across from a girl with dark brown, nearly black hair. She surveyed them with her eye lids half closed, and then went back to staring blankly at her c.d. player. Her hand brushed along the rim inconspicuously as she turned down the volume to hear their conversation better.
"Hermione, really, Quidditch is a game that we are supposed to get worked up over," Ron said through gritted teeth, making it quite obvious his patience was waning.
"Oh please! I thought sports were supposed to bring people together," Hermione said reasonably then sighed and turned away, she didnt feel like discussing quidditch but she heard Ron talking to Harry catching snippits like,"doesnt understand quidditch" and,"what does she care if we dont get along with the slytherins," so she turned and tried to make a conversation with the girl across from her.
"What is your name?"
"Carrie" she replied.
She put on her headphones, turned on her c.d. player (running on magic) and started listening to 'shut up' by Simple Plan.
"You listen to muggle bands?"Hermione asked, catching the outside of the c.d. case.
Carrie nodded, hearing her even though the music was once again almost turned up all the way. "Yeah I do."
"They are an okay band......"
" I think they are awesome," she stated blankly, even though they weren't, in truth, her favorite band.
"Are you going to have a conversation with me?"
Carrie raised her eyebrows,"I just like to be left alone"
"Then why did you sit near us?" Hermione, said slightly offended
Carrie raised her eybrows again and pulled off her headphones,"Look around genious. Oh- and you and your friends sat near me."
She did, then replied,"Oh." There were no open seats, everywhere was almost packed, and the sorting hadn't even begun yet. Not to mention she hadn't paid attention to who was at the table when she had sat down. She could have sat next to a mad axe man who had broken out of a mental institute and she wouldn't have noticed.
Hermione looked around to see Harry and Ron still in deep discussion about Quidditch."Oh my god," she said, with a trace of exasperation in her voice and more to herself then ," Can't they give it a rest?"
"I'll take it that you are talking to yourself," she observed.
"You do know that talking to yourself is the first sign of insanity, right?" she added as an afterthought.
Hermione glared, then her eyebrows raised,"Where- where did you hear that?"
"......A mirror...a very annoying mirror at that." She grinned, "I do know what you are getting at you know, so I will just answer your question: yes I have been there."
Hermione looked a bit taken aback but soon recovered herself. She wanted to ask something else but decided against it. She might as well get to know the girl a bit more. Seeming too nosy was never a good first impression.
"Why haven't I ever met you? I've never seen you in school. You look my age but I have never seen you here."
"Some reasons......personal reasons. Not your business. Sorry I dont mean to be rude." Quite contrary to her statement, her expression didn't look sorry at all. Amused, yes. But most definitely not sorry. Yes I do, she thought.
"So wouldn't you be in the year under your age?"
"Well that would depend on what level I'm on now, wouldn't it?"
"What year are you?" Hermione asked, ignoring her question. She might as well start small.
"6th," Carrie sighed, knowing that she was not going to get off the hook that easy.
"Yeah, so am I....," she let her voice drift off, trying to think of something else for conversation. Carrie had already caught on she wasn't going to be let out of 'socializing' so she quickly thought of something to say so the conversation wouldn't be, once again, directed around her.
"Did you hear?"
"Well, that would depend on what?"
"We're gonna have a new dueling club this year."
"Hmmmm, Harry will like that- Ron too. Do you like quidditch?" she asked thinking about her strange discussion/argument earlier.
"Yeah, I am gonna try out for the chaser position. You don't like Quidditch, do you?"
"Well, dont get me wrong, I dont mind watching it, but all the arguing and fights over it are for nothing."
At this Carrie smirks and then grins when she replies,"Well.....,it is all for the glory of the sport!"
Hermione looked at her, the heavily lidded eyes and dark hair (with the exception of the red/black/blonde streaks of course) seemed oddly familiar........"What is your last name?" she said sharper than she meant, and immediatly wished she hadn't asked in the first place.
Carrie's stare became icy as she glared, it was almost piercing, how sharp it was."It is none of your business. You will find out soon. When I am forced to here a teacher call it out."
And with that she opened a c.d. case and began listening. Drowning out everything that was happening around her.
Just for the record,
The weather today is slightly sarcastic with a good chance of:
A. Indifference or
B. Disinterest in what the critics say


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Carrie was often seen listening to her c.d. player. Today was no exception. Though she was not muttering along, students close enough could catch some of the lyrics:
'Go to college
A university
Get a real job
that's what they all said to me
but I could never live the way they want...................'
This time it was at breakfast. She never was much of a breakfast person. But she always got up early and came down. She had an odd past. Few people knew about her connection with Lestrange- but nobody knew she was a quarter whitelighter and a quarter of another kind of witch......
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At breakfast Hermione watched Ron and Harry in a heated argument over which Quidditch team would win the next World Cup ("The Chuddley Cannons!" "NO, The Tornadoes!") and Hermione had had it. She got up from her seat and, not meaning to, yelled,
"Could you two just SHUT UP?!"Hermione clapped her hand over her mouth. She had yelled louder than she meant. Everyone was looking at her (Though Ron was trying, and failing, to stifle his laughter) and she felt incredibly embarrassed, so she went to the library.
Though Carrie was going to the library before this happened she managed to look back to look back to see her jump up and then blush- so, quite naturally, she got the drift of things.
As Hermione approached Carrie waved her arm and a hat appeared.
"Disappearing.....(what are they called?)...... head hat?" Hermione glared at her, and Carrie had the grace to look like she feeled bad (even if it was false)"Not the right time?"
"Not the right time"
"Ah.....well..."
Hermione looked thoughtful,"How did you make that appear?"
"I don't need a wand"
"how?"
Carrie waved her hand again and the hat disappeared."You ask a lot of questions, don't you? Honestly? I dont know" Once again she had not answered honestly when she had said she was honest, and once again she left without another word.
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Carrie was in Gryffindor-and was VERY unpopular with the Slytherins. (Well you can guess why, unless you're really REALLY slow.) And wasn't too popular anywhere, really. Not that people hated her... they just didnt really know her by name. She liked to keep to herself, and maybe a little on the Anti- Social side. She really wasn't incredibly strange either, well she was, but mainly she just liked to see how gullable people were. She spoke her mind and didnt give a **** about what other people thought.

Oh, yeah, and Carrie landed in detention much too often for dueling in the corridors.

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Hermione did some reading that night. In the library. She could've searched every book in the library and she wouldn't find out what she was looking for. But with her homework finished and it being Saturday the next day, she didnt see why she should stop.
Carrie knew she wouldnt find anything. She sat in a corner where Hermione couldnt see her and glared. It was not any of this girl's business anyway.


***note*** this ff is not totally finished (obviously) so,once again, bear w/ me.

Disclaimer:
Lyrics in this were taken from:
Simple Plan "Shut Up"
Good Charlotte "The Anthem"
Panic! at the Disco "London Beckoned Songs About Money Written By Machines"


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very interesting! i can not say much now but i will get on soon and see if you posted!

Chapter 2
Tryouts

Carrie was in Advanced Potions the next day for first rotation. It was Dumbledore's idea; she took the exam over the summer and got all 'E's. Snape wasnt very happy though.
'If you think that just because Dumbledore is picking favorites again that
i am going to treat you any differently-'
'Ha, you treat us worse anyway- what's the difference between you and him?. You pick favorites with the Slytherins, I remember that all too well. Oh yeah, and Dumbledore isn't picking favorites, no matter how many times you convince yourself otherwise,' Carrie spoke in a bored voice, watching as Slytherins and Gryffindors passed her to sit down in class. Many of them threw curious looks as they moved to take their seats.
'Dont you dare speak to me like that, ever,' his beady eyes bored into her's and she shrugged.
'Like what?' her voice became cold and she knew what was coming.
'Detention, saturday. I'd make it a week but you are such an insulent person I dont want to spend any more time with you than I have to,' he sneered. Snape looked oddly triumphant, like Carrie really cared about a detention, not that she would be the one to rain on his parade. Well maybe she really did-if it was with snape. This will be a very long detenion, she thought.
'It will be 6:00, I will be busy watching tryouts for the Slytherin team, Draco is captain-' Carrie snorted. He narrowed his eyes at her, and she fought to keep her face straight, Snape continued talking slowly,'You will proceed to your head of houses office to tell her after class and she will meet you here.' Carrie nodded, trying to at least fake a look of politeness, but saying very rude things in her head.
Class was longer than the detention would be. Snape kept making rude comments to her, and just plain ignored Harry Potter. Well at least he looked almost relieved.
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Tryouts were at 4:00 for the Gryffindor team. They took several people who were trying out and had them pass the quaffle back and forth. Potter was Captain, and gave no sign of who he would pick. Ginny tried out for Chaser, Carrie knew she would be picked. All chaser positions were open, so she had a 2:40 chance of getting in.
'Okay, the positions will be posted in Gryffindor commen room at 8:00 tomorrow morning!' Potter announced, in an oddly peppy voice. Carrie rolled her eyes and the rest of the students nodded and left.
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Once Carrie entered her dormatry, after her detention, she couldnt keep it in any longer,'I HATE DETENTIONS!!!' McGonagall had made her clean the trophy room, the great hall, and feed the giant squid,he last one being the most terrifying. She had to do all of which without magic, while Mcgonagall watched from a window to make sure.
'Then maybe you should try and keep your mouth shut and be polite ' Hermione was sitting in her four poster reading, and not looking at Carrie.
'Oh, if it isn't Ms. Mary Sue. WHY DONT YOU KEEP IT TO YOURSELF? STAY OUT OF MY BUSINESS' Carrie orbed out (very much like apparating/Disapparating, but there is no big crackng noise, and no possibility of getting splinched) of the Dorm and into the Common Room. She did her homework in there that night and fell asleep on the couch.
It was a very disturbed sleep, full of nightmares.
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The results were posted when she got up, and she almost missed breakfast. She was in a grouchy mood, but that changed when she saw she made the team. Woo Hoo Hoo. (she was much more excited than that though)....(Carrie should get a Cookie, jk.)

good post... i like it!

thank you :: bows ::
I want to wait until more people r&r to write more.....

Chapter 3
Poor Poor Carrie (*snicker snort* If I really believed that, why would I write a whole chapter that needs to be titled with that?)


It had been several weeks. Hermione had not yet found out what she wanted to about Carrie, and the Quidditch match was in a couple of days. There was another uproar between the Gryffindors and Slytherins about who got the pitch, so Snape suggested that they share it...
'MALFOY! STOP HITTING BLUDGERS IN OUR DIRECTION. YOU AREN'T EVEN A BLOODY BEATER ANYWAY!!!' Harry shrieked, fuming.
'Well Crabbe just happened to strain his arm the other day, and the team needs to practice with both beaters. Not that I need any practice, of course. I made sure he is okay, and don't think this'll give you any advantage. '
Carrie snickered. 'Aww that is soo sweet, taking care of him like that. I didnt know you bent that way.' Well, he asked for it, she thought demonically.
Draco threw his beaters club at her, she bent over and dived lower dodging it.'Next time you make a comment like that you'll have a permanent dent in your bloody head!' He glared at her, looking on the verge of being malignant to the closest person to him.
'Maybe....maybe you just took it that way...,' Carrie pretended to look completely innocent, and failing miserably then settled on snickering again.
'I swear I'll get you in the match tomorrow.'
'What are you going to do? Threaten to use illegal amounts of hairgel in my hair while I am sleeping?'
'I dont use that much hairgel anymore, I mean I never used that much!' he snapped, as he stuttered for the right wording. He glared at her,'Okay this is not funny- It never was!' He snapped, glaring at all the snickering Gryffindors.
'I beg to differ, you could have made hairgel an endangered species," she muttered, deciding she'd rather not test him any more, then deciding she was having too much fun to care,'Dont be so vain Malfoy!'


~~~~~~~~~~~okay i meed to go eat so i will finish the chapter l8er

haha. i like it. but trying to imagine the gryffindors and the slytherins sharing the field is kind of hard. but you make it sound realistic.

thank you! :: bows once again ::
now to finish the chapter


Chapter 3 poor poor Carrie (continued)

'We dont need practice anyway, come on, let's go,' and he and his team flew down and walked off the pitch.
Ginny flew over, though she had been laughing earlier, she suddenly seemed sober.
'Do you think that he meant it when he said he'd get you in the match tomorrow?' Ginny asked a trace of concern etched into her question. Carrie seemed taken aback by this, but quickly hid it.
'Hmmm not sure, and how much could he do? So I get hurt, big whoop. Madam Promfey can fix almost anything.'
'I dont know........' her voice trailed off.
The rest of practice seemed pretty unfocused, and Harry was just plain annoyed at this point.
'THATS IT. practice is over, everybody try your best tomorrow....Unless you want to lose to the Slytherins.'
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Carrie overslept the next day and was in a frenzy to put her quidditch robes on. She ran to the pitch with her Nimbus 2000 over her shoulder, when she arrived she was panting. The rest of the team looked at her with raised eyebrows.
'I......over....slept....' Some members nodded, others turned to the captain and Harry continued talking about different strategies.

Once on the field everybody mounted their brooms and began circling the field. The Quaffle was thrown into the air and the rest of the balls were released. Ginny caught the quaffle and, when the Slytherins blocked her route, passed it to Carrie.
Carrie tucked it under her arm and flew towards the Slytherins hoops, one of their chasers banged into her side. She passed it to Emma Jonassen (a 4th year) who sped to the hoops with a clear path and managed to get it in a hoop without the Keeper even having enough time to block it.
The Slytherins now got a hold of it and flew to the Gryffindor's hoops. They passed it back and forth-as much as Carrie would not like to admit it they were good. Determined, she flew towards the Slytherin Chaser holding the Quaffle. She fumbled for a moment then she dropped it, Carrie dived, caught it and threw it to Ginny.
Outraged one of the beaters threw his club at her, but Ginny was too quick and dodged it in a split second.
'FOUL. Penalty shot to Gryffindor.'
The game was brutal after that. Goyle slammed a bludger at her when she stole the Quaffle from Slytherin again, she dodged it that time. But right after that Malfoy took the beater's club from Crabbe and hit her right between the shoulders. She blacked out, and fell.....

hey, new reader
ur ff is really good.post more soon

thank you!
I will try to post more now (i am sick today)

Chapter 4
Hermione figures it out
As soon as she hit the ground with a sickening sound everyone flew down as fast as they could. The match was to be rescheduled in 3 days....
Her eyes fluttered open for a minute, she looked around, and passed out again.
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The next time she woke up she was in the Hospital wing. The team was sitting on scattered chairs. They got up and walked over, when they saw her eyes were open, with shocked expressions on every one of their faces. Carrie raised one eyebrow,'wha-?'
'You fell off your broo-'
'No, ya think?'
'You fell off your broom, double the height I fell in my third year... And you lived,' Harry sounded astonished and scared at the same time.
'But I broke bones, I felt it.'
'Yeah you broke 21 bones, with Dumbledore trying to slow you down. It didnt work as well as it had with Harry,' Ron said.
Then Ginny spoke,'We all thought you were dead, the fall was so high it should've killed you. Even the Slytherins looked upset. Especially Malfoy and Crabbe........well more Crabbe, because he handed over his beater's club. But I have never seen Malfoy upset. They should have been, though, seeing as it was their fault.'
'I think they were more worried about how much trouble they'd get in.' Carrie said after a moment. How'd I live, HOW?!.......It just isnt possible....or human...
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Hermione came in after the team left and handed her her c.d. player, and a Good Charlotte c.d.
'Thanks'
Hermione smiled,'I'll also take that as a 'I'm sorry I flipped out at you the other day, and I want to be your friend.''
Carrie laughed,'Go right ahead and take it that way. But from then on, it's your problem that you're my friend.'
'Besides, I know, or at least I think I know.'
Carrie nodded and groaned, she didn't want to tell her anything, but...'Okay....tell me and I'll say 'yes' or 'no''
'You are part, of some witch, they use hand magic, no wand.'
'Okay, that much I told you....'
'Actually, there are 3 of these witches in particular, I dont think you are related to them. I just need you to believe me. They are the Halliwell sisters, also known as the 'charmed ones'. They fight demons.....and that is as much as i could figure out about that.'
'Yes'
Looking pleased with herself Hermione continued,'But you are also part Whitelighter.'
'Yes'
'But, you are also part something else.........'

i wonder what else she is...hmmmm....*starches head and tries to think real hard* not working, oh well i guess we will found out sonner or later...post soon!

Oh you will, you will

Chapter 5 -
more secrets..... (dun dun dunnn)
Carrie awoke the next morning, once again, to the blinding white of the Hospital wing. After her eyes adjusted she thought back to the conversation earlier.
[i].........Looking pleased with herself Hermione continued,'But you are also part Whitelighter.'
'Yes....,'Carrie looked at her expectantly, fighting the urge to say,"Care to elaborate?"
'But, you are also part something else.........though I am not sure what'
Carrie nodded, now fighting the urge to roll her eyes,' Well keep attempting to figure it out, 'cause I'm not gonna tell you.' She finished her sentence in a singsong voice to mock her.
Hermione rolled her eyes,'Friends tell eachother things.'
Really? What a shocker! Carrie thought sarcastically, Didn't I say that once she was my friend it was her problem?
'True, but that doesnt mean I'll tell you now. Saturday night in the common room. I dont need any of the Slytherins overhearing.'
Hermione looked more cheerful than she should have,'Okay! I'll see you later, I have to go to the library,' and with that she walked out of the room towards the library.
Carrie wasn't so sure now. She didnt know how much she could trust Hermione.
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Carrie was allowed out of the Hospital Wing around mid day. She walked to the common room after dinner and sat in a cushioney armchair.
'Hey there stranger,' Carrie greeted her with, then thought,Not completely joking, either....
'Hi,' Hermione looked a little anxious,'So you'll tell me right?'
'I guess, no. Maybe, I'm not sure!" she hid her face in her hands, thinking heatedly. This was all her dumb fault. She shouldn't have said anything in the first place. Hermione seemed to be forcing herself not to throw a tantrum like a 5 year old and shouting the cliched little kid phrase,"But you promised!"
"You don't have to," she said quietly,"But you can trust me, you know."
Carrie nodded,"I made a promise, and I intend to keep it. But once I tell you, you have to promise me that you won't judge me a certain way for it," when Hermione nodded, she let out a slow breath and continued,"I'm part demon..."
'What? Arent they evil? How much, exactly?'
"Demon," she repeated,"they look just like witches but they have demonic powers and like to live in dark places. They are classified as both good and evil. But I have only met a handful that didnt try to kill me. I don't know how much, I never met my parents..."
'So you would have some demonic powers, what are they?'
'I can flame in and out, but only if i am really scared or upset- like when you saw me orb the other day....?' Carrie looked at her hoping she knew what she meant. 'Its sorta like apparating and disapparating'
'I think.....continue,' Hermione looked completely lost, but seemed to be trying. Carrie knew she'd run straight to the library after this.
'I can also throw energy balls, but that might just from my being part of the other witch......I wont do that now because it is dangerous-'
'Right. Really don't.' Carrie laughed at this comment then stopped.
She heard a cough from the corner, her eyes flicked towards that area,'I thought you told your friends not to eavesdrop....?'
'I did- that doesnt mean that they'd listen.' Hermione started towards the corner.
'Its okay, somehow, I knew that they would. I am tired lets just go to bed. If the whole school knows, then they know.'
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hey that was cool....
btw how r u now?
umm sorry but can u tell me whos a " whitelighter"?

sorry....ummmm....it is hard to explain unless you have seen the show....so i will find the definition....aha!
A white lighter is a messenger of sorts. They are protectors and guides for good witches and future white lighters. White lighters are lead by a group of elders known as the Founders. The Founders make the decisions about who the white lighters protect and what the "job" entails.
to add on whitelighters can orb, heal, and have powers of their own (like different 'magical people' have different powers) like telekenises (moving things with your mind)
I dont know how well I am explaining it, so maybe you could try to catch the show sometime (TNT at 9:00 weekdays, and on the Wb on sundays from 7:00 to 9:00)

I will post tomorrow (or if i have time tonight- lots of homework)

hehehe...she is part demon that is so cool... i wish i could be part demon then i could make this guy that is really annoying me disappear! oh well great post! PAMS!

Chapter 6 Heated Arguments (muhahaha)

The Slytherins seemed remarkably colder towards her, if that was even possible. If they hated Harry, they hated her five times more. Slytherin/Gryffindor arguments were becoming more common, and several duels were breaking out along the corridors. (Carrie was dissapointed she wasn't a part of them) It was almost like a scanty war, only taking place in the school. Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff remaining neutral.
'So, you got out of that fall pretty easy.'
A cold voice drawled from behind her. Draco Malfoy was standing there, partially covered in shadows, arms folded across his chest, glaring.
'I guess I might have...Hmmm, let's see, I only broke about 20 bones.'
'Ha. I saw a flash of light when you hit, nobody else noticed. They were all freaking out, thinking that you may have died. What was that? I wonder,' he stated, a trace of light sarcasm in his voice under the layer of cool icyness.
'I dont know what you are talking about,' Carrie said flatly. Her voice was too even, too calm.
'I think you just may have a secret...,' he smirked,"Care to share it with me?"
' Why would I tell you? Why do you care? What- does dear Voldemort have an interest in this?' Carrie ruined her lie right then, when she sputtered out too many questions, too quickly.
'I'd rather you didnt say his name,' Draco said quietly, dropping his head into the shadows.
'I'd rather you didnt get into my business!' she snapped back.
"Ooooh, we have a temper too? I should have remembered that,"He began to walk closer to her then stopped,"You were never an honest person, but lying can get you into a lot of trouble."
"Just screw off Malfoy." Carrie had just about had it. She knew he was just trying to **** her off, but she couldn't help it. She'd had enough of this, and wanted to forget about everyone like him.
Malfoy pulled out his wand. 'We could duel....'
Carrie smirked, but she knew why. He wanted to see if she was hiding something. He wanted to see if she used her powers. The only problem was that he would know if she was hiding something. He already did.
'Fine,' She said, pulling out her own wand.
They bowed, then he made a jabbing motion, there was a flash of gray light, and a gash appeared on her right arm, she dropped her wand. Forgetting, she made a sharp motion with her hands and he flew back against the stone wall. His head hit with a hard crack and a little stream of blood dripped down from under his silvery blond hair. It took a few seconds for him to recompose himself, and Carrie watched in horror as she thought about what she had just done.
He got up slowly, but he looked oddly triumphant. He grabbed a light colored cloak off the floor and covered himself in it, but not before smirking at Carrie first. He dissapeared from view, and though she knew she could probably stop him, she didn't care.
Carrie felt light headed, she dragged herself up to Gryffindor common room, and healed herself (with her whitelighter powers) there. Hermione came in.
Her expression was puzzled,'What happened?'
And for once, Carrie told her everything, not making her figure anything out for herself or leaving parts out.

will add more to this chapt. l8er

Great post! PAMS!...uh-oh i got ot go... oh shoot i am trouble! post soon!

keep postin.they r gud!