Very sorry I didn't post in a while, I am almost regretting posting the last chapter because i had a plan in my mind but it has no real purpose in teh long run of the story unless I want Draco p/oed at her about this.....which I don't. I want it to be something that is worth being p/oed about....So I'll just keep going and if I don't like it I am modifying my posts to act like that one seen NEVER happened......but until then I think i'll make poor poor carrie suffer...\


Okay I have thought about it and I think I am gonna modify what I posted before so please reread it. Or I could just tell you now, she is not being all girly and flirty and crap because I can not remember the purpose....though I know I had one.....
You know never mind about that^. I just reread my post, and maybe I should have done that in the first place. I'm a smart one. Okay so here is the next post:


Chapter 19

The next day Carrie was enjoying watching Draco being asked for the hundreth time what had gone on during Defense. Well, actually, what had gone on between him and Carrie. Also, for the hundreth time, him becoming aggravated and irritated and completely losing it on that person. She was hidden under her invisibility cloak leaning against a large tree and trying to hold in her laughter.
Pansy Parkinson, being the jealous girl she was of anyone who was within two feet of Draco, had started the rumor. (Which Carrie had knew she would.) Pansy was upset that Draco Malfoy was not showing that he was interested in her. Despite the fact that he had never shown outright that he liked anyone, Parkinson was upset and needed a way to get back at him.
Pansy had wanted to be Draco's partner but her friend, with who she had been sitting with, had refused to move so it looked like she did not have a partner either. She had decided she no longer wanted to be friends with this person and had a new best friend. The, what was she on now? The fourth new best friend for that month, actually.
Pansy was walking smoothly along the dungeon corridors with Marie Graham in step next to her. They were both about the same height and build except that pansy had short, black hair, and dark eyes and Marie had longer whispy blonde hair and deep blue eyes.
"I can't believe him!" Pansy shrieked for the fifteenth time that day. Marie rolled her eyes but did not let Pansy see it. "Flirting with a filthy Gryffindor in the middle of class!"
Marie looked puzzled for a moment,"Wait. I thought you said it was nothing, and that that Carrie girl was just putting on an act to make you jealous."
"Well....yes...but my dear Draco shouldn't have gave in like that! He should have hexed her.....or something..." Pansy looked at Marie sharply for the support she needed.
Marie nodded, not completely sure to what, then caught on. Her hair fell into her face only to be brushed off quickly by her hand,"I know! He is way out of line!"
Pansy smiled at her then glared at the opening,"Slytherin Pride," She stepped through the opening to the Slytherin Common Room then looked around to make sure no one was going to eavesdrop on them, then continued,"We need to make Draco regret what he did and come back to me. And we need to make Carrie stay away from him." she added as an afterthought.

Back in the Gryffindor common room, Carrie was sitting in a squishy red armchair listening to her c.d. player. She had grown bored watching Draco being pestered to no end. It had gotten old very quickly.
Ginny Weasely had walked into the room and sat down cross legged on the sofa across the room of her.
"So....."Ginny started. She looked at Carrie who had not taken notice of her. She got up and pulled Carrie's headphones off. It was in a way that hurt her ears because they were the ones that hold onto your ears not your head.
Carrie glared at Ginny and rubbed her ears."What?"
Ginny smirked,"So....tell me what is up with you and Draco....interesting couple there." She grinned and Carrie tried not to laugh but ended up gagging and choking. Once she was done choking she was in a severe fit of laughter and unable to speak.
"We...are...not....together.." was what she spit out through her laughter.
Ginny raised her eyebrows, and Carrie knew she would have to explain even if it made no sense at all whatsoever.

This is a nice story....
Poor Carrie...
I wonder wad will be the ending....

okay, I am posting the next part.

Chapter 20

Half of the Gryffindors were sitting in the common room, and quite uncharacteristically, doing homework. A thick book on Defense against the Dark Arts was leaning awkwardly against another pile of books. The girl sitting behind the book pulled her knees up to her chest and read from about two feet away, barely making out the words because of it's small font.
She suddenly felt a searing pain in her right arm. Clenching her teeth she grabbed it with her left arm. A little too quickly and conspicuosly.
A few of the studiers looked up at her and she grabbed her book with her left arm and put her right stiffly to her side. She raised her eyebrows at the people staring at her. Now, attempting to ignore it, she left the armchair for the girls' dorm which was vacant.
It felt like the sleeve of her black sweater was sand paper rubbing against an open wound. She felt herself breathing more heavily than normal, tears threatening to show in her eyes. She had ignored it before, and it was getting its revenge at her now. She wouldn't let herself cry though, she wouldn't. The mirror in the corner of the room showed her her own pathetic expression and she forced it to harden. She turned away from it, disgusted.
She slowly pulled up her sweater sleeve gasping. Underneath was a skull with a snake wrapped around and through it. It burned bright and menacingly and she cradled her arm to her chest then pulled it away to look at it again. Using her left hand she attempted to see if she could heal it. It faded slightly, as well as the pain, but it was still burning brighter than it ever had before. It hurt almost as bad as it had when her skin was branded with it. Her own flesh being burned before her very eyes.....
But that had only lasted a little while and then faded, this was too consistent, it couldn't be as easily gotten over.
She heard a creak and a gasp behind her and wheeled around, pulling down her sleeve as she turned. Standing before her, and looking between rather angry and outright livid were Ginny Weasely and Hermione Granger.

I know, it's short.....and I bit of a cliffhanger hehe ......but the next chapter will be good i promise

Please let it be a quick one.
Is Carrie a Death Eater?
PAMS

Chapter 20 continued

Ginny was the one to break the silence, as she took a shuddering breath. She looked up and her eyes seemed to shoot daggers at Carrie, her voice shaking violently with every word she spoke.
"What was that?"
Carrie lifted her eyebrows,"Nothing," Her voice was icy and sent a chill down her own spine.
Ginny reached out and grabbed her right forearm. Carrie gasped and doubled over in pain, cradling her arm against her chest.
"Nothing, huh?" Ginny sounded angry, but she looked like she was on the verge of tears. She and Hermione felt betrayed.
Carrie averted their gaze, looking at them, but not into either girls' eyes,"You didn't see anything."
There was finality sewn into those words as she walked off, out the portrait hole. Once she was out she broke into a run, her heart beginning to beat faster and faster against her chest. She felt a feeling of calm by the time she reached outside. But it wasn't much and the feeling of recklessness was still greater.
She slipped by the lake and past the trees into the forbidden forest. She leaned against one of the monstrous, ancient trees and began to catch her breath.

I'm sorry the chapter's still not done, but I'll finish tomorrow I promise! I am too tired.

chapter 20 (continued) continued

She heard the snap of a twig and automatically her entire body was on the edge. She held her breathe, afraid that even that might be give her away.
She remembered her first year sitting at the house table with the green serpent banner above it, when Dumbledore said that dark creatures lurked in these woods.....vampires, werewolves....
Not just dark creatures were dangerous though, others were not willing to allow strangers into their territory.
There was the creak of a bow and she shut her eyes tight and heard a dull thud above here head. Looking slowly up she saw an arrow parallel to her scalp, still slightly wavering, then completely still.
"People are no longer allowed in these woods. Leave now."
The centaur readied his bow again, which was now pointed directly at Carrie. She shuddered as she slowly got up. Something spooked the centaur and he jumped, letting release on the bow. The arrow was sent shooting directly at Carrie's left side of her chest.
"Diffindo!"
She heard a shout from behind her and opened her eyes to see the arrow break apart into splinters and fall to the ground. Looking over her shoulder she saw a thin, pale, blonde figure standing, wand raised.

So...
Draco saved her??
Why though?

Looking over her shoulder she saw a thin, pale, blonde figure standing, wand raised.

She heard the creak of a bow and jumped up ready. Draco grabbed her arm and flamed them both out of the forbidden forest.
They were both standing next to a tree just off the Hogwart's grounds. Carrie turned away from him, glaring. He noticed the cold expression across her face and muttered a sarcastic answer.
"Oh, no one says thank you anymore do they? Definitely not for saving your life."
Carrie turned her death glare towards him,"Why? Maybe I was supposed to die."
Draco looke incredulous,"Wait a minute....you wanted to die?"
She rolled her eyes and looked at him,"I may be depressed, but I'm not that depressed. I'm saying those are centaurs, maybe I was meant to die..."
He dropped his gaze to the ground,"Do you believe that dream? About the dark lord?"
She nodded her head- if only slightly.
"If you were killed by them, then you wouldn't be able to be killed by him. Maybe you were supposed to be shot at, but maybe I was supposed to save you."
She breathed deeply, her well used sarcasm coming back into play,"Wow, you sure know how to make me appreciate being rescued. Tell me just because I was saved this time, I still get to be killed by Voldemort. Wonderful, nice way to bring up my already optimistic outlook on life and death..."
"Do you appreciate it? Humor me."

To be continued, sorry I had a bit of writers block before, I'll try to post more often.

Nice one.
Take your time.
PAMS!!

"Do you appreciate it? Humor me."

"Yes, thank you. I appreciate it very much." Her voice was flat and her expression unreadable. Draco smirked, knowing that his little reminder was not going to be forgotten, and she would probably be irritated with him for the next week or so.
Carrie turned away from him and began walking up to the castle. She hated other people helping her, so her having to be rescued was a big blow on her self esteem. Not that it was ever high to begin with. What she had said about her having to die then she had meant honestly. But he had brought up a good point. If this dream was true, then he was supposed to save her. Thinking about all this made her head hurt, and she brought up her hands to message her temples with two fingers. She shut her eyes and then slowly opened them again, watching as the world came back into focus.
"Sure you're not messing with the fates?" she asked in a mocking tone. She knew it was probably the oddest question he had ever been asked, but she did not care. She had a blasting headache and she just wanted to go into the warm castle, but something held her back. She had stopped walking, but had not turned around to look at Malfoy.
"What would it matter? If I had managed to save you, wouldn't that be fate?" She heard him walk up behind her, and that's when she felt the rain start to fall. She felt her entire body tense up and a shiver run through her. Somehow, she doubted it was the cool air and the rain.



I'll modify this post with the rest later!

What did Draco do?
PAMS!!

Hope you post soon...

"What would it matter? If I had managed to save you, wouldn't that be fate?" She heard him walk up behind her, and that's when she felt the rain start to fall. She felt her entire body tense up and a shiver run through her. Somehow, she doubted it was the cool air and the rain.

She shivered, feeling it start at her spine and work it's way to the tips of her fingers. She recomposed herself, feeling the rain fall down on her face. It caught on her eyelashes and wet her hair, stray strands plastered messily to her face.
"I have no clue. Thinking about it gives me a headache," she replied, rubbing her temples with her two forefingers. She heard Draco snicker and when she turned around he was gone.
"How charming," she muttered, her voice lightly sarcastic.

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Carrie slipped quietly into the Common Room, glancing tentatively around to check for Ginny or Hermione. Once sure the coast was clear she sighed and went to sit down in a chair by the fire. the flames licked at the logs, making the bark glow with embers, then turn white and curl back. The sound of the rain was very faint, but you could still hear it pattering against the stone of the great castle.
"You owe us an explanation."
The sound of Hermione's voice made Carrie jump. Her eyes turned cold.
"I don't owe you anything," she said coolly.
"You do."


I'll finish this later, sorry.

Why does she owe Hermione and Ginny an explanation?

Pls post soon...

I've been really busy, I promise I'll post this before or during this weekend.

Last update 01-15-2006

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Aw did you all really think I gave up? In the middle of a chapter, too. Well, no such luck. I don't know who I'm talking to (*cough*myself*cough*), seeing that no one reads my ff, but it's already obvious I'm the leader of the crazy parade.


The sound of Hermione's voice made Carrie jump. Her eyes turned cold.
"I don't owe you anything," she said coolly.
"You do."

Carrie sighed in defeat, and Ginny and Hermione had looks of utter surprise. Was it possible she would actually let out some secrets? Maybe not before, maybe there was a change in her. She looked up, her eyes still stone cold and her face still frozen with a blank expression. She took a shaky breath and started in a bland voice, almost as if she had taken veritaserum. (ooc: she didn't)
"In the summer after our fourth year, when Voldemort came back...I set out to find if he was really alive," she shut her eyes and leaned against the wall behind her, just barely noticing Ron and Harry walk into the common room,"He was. I never supported him, but I wanted to learn the dark arts. I thought I'd be able to just poof! out of the Death Eaters after, that he'd never notice or care. That he'd be indifferent about it. It wasn't that easy. I found that out too late," She shook her head, fighting to keep tears of frusteration at her own stupidity out of her eyes. She decided to jump back to the beginning, where everything started.
"Did you know I was kidnapped? Well, more or less. Bellatrix Lestrange. My parents were killed in the first war. After she went to jail I lived in a muggle orphanage. It wasn't half bad there, and I was never evil, so don't think I was anything like Voldemort. Once the Blacks and Malfoys found out, I was forced to live with them, as they didn't see that it was 'fit' for a pureblood to live among muggles. Now those places I hated," when the trio heard the name 'Malfoy' they all turned to look up at her, she seemed to ignore them but seemed to mutter a slightly out of place,"Please don't judge me for this, it's not like it was my decision.
"I was orginally in Slytherin. The hat seemed to be having a debate about me, almost as though it had multiple personalities. It was heated, on one side I had the personality of a Slytherin, on the other I had the courage of a Gryffindor. It put me in Slytherin, and I think it was right at the time. In that point of my life I wasn't courageous at all, I was barely above a coward. I didn't give a **** about anyone else," she stated, her voice shaking in rage, only to abruptly change to an alarmingly faux calm, soft voice,"But I changed. I never was a killer. I was assigned to do something I didn't want to do, so I fled. They couldn't track me, and I lived among muggles. I blended in well, I knew how to dress accordingly. I screwed up big time, but I wanted to change. Voldemort ruined my life in the first place, don't ever think that I wanted to follow him. It's hard to explain, I wanted to know what he knew, and then use it against him...
"I found out I couldn't just walk out of the death eaters, as I said before. I had to flee when I was on my own for the mission. I just couldn't do it. I warned those people to leave, but it was no use. I got a hold of the daily prophet a couple weeks later to find out they were murdered. All that was on me, and all this showed me my other powers. I practiced them, going into all sorts of old book shops and looking at anything with spells that seemed to relate to my powers.....anything. I found out plenty, but it took a long time....," she let her voice drift, not sure of what to say next.
Hermione looked shocked at all this, but covered the look when she met Carrie's gaze. "Why did you come back? No...that's not what I mean....I meant, If you wanted to come back, why not sooner?" she inquired.
"I was afraid. What would you do if you joined the Death Eaters? You would just stroll into Dumbledore's office and say,'Oh, sorry about that, I didn't mean it. Will you help me? Because he scares the **** out of me."
Ron scoffed,"Snape did."
Carrie looked thoughtful,"I know.....odd isn't it? Ah well, I don't know. I did eventually though. He had me re-sorted, and I landed in with the Gryffindors.
"To continue, it was stupid of me over-all, but stupidest to think I would be able to do anything against him," and for the first time she met Harry's gaze,"You've got to kill him. It's not that I know anything, but I think you're the only one who can. There's no way you've lived through every one of his attempts just to be killed by him in the end."
Carrie stood up, ready to leave but Ginny stopped her.
"Wait. You said you weren't courageous at all, that you were barely above a coward. What changed?"
Carrie didn't even look up from the Portrait hole,"I'm not scared of dying anymore. We all die eventually, right? Might as well go down fighting."

Okay, I know the title sucks, but could someone read it!?! It isn't as bad as you may think! *so completely desperate*

This is awesome. I love it. Post more soooon!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I"m Hooked.

Yay. Someone replied.
I am going to try to post tomorrow after school, if not I'll post this weekend.

Wow, you update a lot faster then I do. Then again, most people update faster then I do...I'm just slow. Nice fic, keep writing. I might actually follow this one now, just tell me when you post a new chapter.

Yay, you actually read it. p/m me the link to your story.
I just realized I'm practically spamming my own Fanfiction thread.

Carrie stumbled through the portrait hole, grabbing onto the stone wall to steady herself, and walking along like that with the air of someone heavily inebriated. She turned her back to the hard stone and slid down the wall. What did she do? If only she could go back in time....she would have probably given Hermione and Ginny the finger when they said she owed them an explanation. Screw them. They always think they know everything, Carrie thought venomously, They don't. They don't know what it's like being in a position like that. They don't know what dark magic does to a person.....
Her thoughts drifted off to a sickening silence in her head, and a feeling of dizziness came over her. She focused on the wall opposite her as her vision came in and out of focus. She felt slightly nauseous, and she could feel the hot blood rushing beneath her skin. It was a little odd, really, that she was having these symptoms, seeing as she had not drunk anything alcoholic that night. Not even a butterbeer. If this was what telling the truth felt like, she didn't think she would ever be honest again.
She got up, her legs wobbling slightly, only to grab onto the wall again. She felt like she was having a nervous breakdown. Confused thoughts rushed through her head; what was she nervous about? She knew that she didn't care about what the Gryffindors thought of her after this, she preferred being a loner anyway. She gave up on fitting in. This was the oddest day of her life, and it had some pretty stiff competition. She sighed and made her way down the moving staircases and out onto the grounds, once again.
There was a light breeze in the air, and the mist was caught in the little gusts and swirled around. The combination of the breeze, the mist, and the cool air sent a chill down her spine and straight to her bone. Goosebumps appeared on her arms, but right now she could really care less. She didn't want to think, but there were to many thoughts swarming through her mind to avoid it. Normally, she would drown them out with music, but her c.d. player was in her dorm and she didn't want to go back up to Gryffindor tower....not tonight at least.



sorry, temporary writer's block, I need some time to think more for what I want to happen in this chapter.
I would like everyone to tell me what they would maybe like to see happen, or anything that I didn't have happen yet. I'll see if I can add that to the rest of this chapter.