This is definitely almost all new material. The first little bit is out of the second notebook, but after that it's all been created while sitting up at college in between my classes.

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Artemis

Malfoy stared at me. I could feel his blue gray eyes on me even though I couldn’t see him. My entire face was buried in my arms. We sat at the Great Hall for breakfast, but once again, I found myself not hungry.

“You gon’ die,” Malfoy stated.

I glared up at him. “I’m not going to die.”

“Eat something,” Malfoy demanded.

“I’m not hungry.” I turned my head away, burying it in my arms once again.

Malfoy grabbed a bowl of pudding and stuck it under my nose. “It’s butterscotch!” He waved it under my nose, as I had my forehead resting on the edge of the table.

“Draco!” I complained. “Get that pudding away from me!” I shook my head. “I’m not in the mood… for anything.” And with that, I got up and walked away.

I wasn’t in the mood for people. Everyone was happy… except me. I just wanted to be left alone. I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going and as I turned the corner, I ran into someone. I was about to apologize when I saw it was Audrey.

“Oh… um… hi, Artemis,” she muttered.

“Hi,” I mumbled back.

She shook her head after a few moments of being silent and pushed past me, bumping me hard. I didn’t turn around. I stayed there a moment, feeling her hard bump on my shoulder. I wanted to feel it, needed to feel it. It stung…

I stalked off to Slytherin’s common room. Once I reached the dorm, I collapsed onto my bed, screaming into my pillow. Maybe I should just suffocate myself. I wouldn’t have to worry about murdering anyone, or girls. And that Potions test could be avoided. But as I held my face to the pillow, I realized I couldn’t breathe. And that wasn’t a happy feeling. Attempt one at ending my life: fail. I wasn’t going to do it anyways. I did feel better though.

I sat up and sighed. I needed to tell Voldemort I was finished. I hated to admit it, even to myself, but I… needed Audrey in my life. I wasn’t sure why I did. I felt like a part of me was missing, like it had withered up and died. Both fortunately and unfortunately, I thought Audrey was “the one” for me. Unfortunately, because I know I had really pissed her off. Fortunately, kind of, because I knew she still liked me. But she wasn’t going to talk to me. She was giving me the cold shoulder.

I shook my head again. I needed help. I debated who I could go to. Definitely not Malfoy; he just wanted me to eat. Obviously Audrey was out. My options were getting slimmer by the second. The only person I could think of was Harry, and I was hoping he wouldn’t turn me away.

I left my dormitory, rushing back to the Great Hall where I was sure I could find Harry. Half way there, I realized I couldn’t tell him half the story, but it was too late for that. I approached Harry and his friends with single-minded determination.

“Harry,” I breathed, “I need help.”

He raised an eyebrow. “With what?”

“Personal problems,” I muttered, almost inaudibly.

Harry glanced at Ron and Hermione, who instinctively left the table. He motioned for me to sit down, and I sat in front of him. He stared at me, waiting for me to start explaining. “So what is it?”

“Have you and Nikkie ever fought?” I asked, trying to break the ice. I hoped he’d be able to connect with the situation. It was the only way I knew how.

“Well, yea,” he said, “everyone fights now and then. Why?”

I sighed deeply. Even talking about it hurt. “Audrey’s mad at me. I think she broke up with me… but I’m not sure…”

“Well… what makes you think that?” Harry dug deeper.

After a brief explanation of what happened, leaving all the important and vital details about Death Eaters out, I rested my head on my hands. I told Harry our fight was over a bad potions exam. Just thinking about it, hearing her voice ringing through my ears made me want to cry… only I didn’t know how to. “I just don’t know what to do, Harry,” I concluded.

He cleared his voice and pushed his glasses back. “Well, Artemis, I can tell you she didn’t break up with you.”

How did he know that? “How do you know?” I asked. “She said ‘I’m done.’ I don’t know how much more serious she could’ve been about it.”

Harry relaxed his shoulders and leaned forward. “Look, Audrey has been crazy about you since first year, since the second she laid eyes on you. She never told us ‘til this year, because she thought we’d judge her. But the fact of the matter is that you can’t help who you fall in love with. I have a feeling you could bash her face in with a Bludger and she’d coming running back to you.” He paused for a second. “I know she’s mad, but she’ll get over it. It looks grim, but it’s always darkest before dawn. Just give her time and things will be back to normal.”

His words echoed through my brain. He was right, even if I didn’t want to think it. “So what should I do?” I wondered.

“Simple,” Harry replied. “Talk to her tonight. Tell her sorry. Tell her you’ll do better. Audrey is a very forgiving person, believe me. And especially to those who mean the world to her.”

I about laughed. I couldn’t mean that much to anyone. “You really think I mean that much to her?”

Harry shot me the look. “Yes. I do. I told you. She’s crazy about you. Always has been, probably always will. Just quit doubting yourself. It’s very uncharacteristic of you.”

I felt a very small smile appear on my face for only a second. It soon dissipated as I noticed Harry bring his hand to his forehead. He winced from what I assumed was pain. His scar was bugging him. This could be the chance that I was looking for. Time to be the friend I was pretending to be.

“What’s wrong, Harry?” I inquired. “Your scar bugging you?”

He barely nodded. “Another vision…”

I found myself at the edge of my seat. I could hardly contain myself. I wanted to know what he was seeing; how he thought I was going to kill Dumbledore. I hadn’t been this excited since my defeat of the fairy People. I was going to get all my answers today, and hopefully get my life back to normal.

“What about…?” I was sure my voice was trying to give me away, but I would not allow it. I needed to know how I was going to accomplish this.

“Same as it has been,” Harry mumbled, massaging the lightning bolt on his forehead. “You just sneak up to his office, catch him off-guard and use the Killing Curse. Not thought out, but effective nonetheless.”

I grimaced, faking my disappointment. “Well, that doesn’t make sense Harry. I couldn’t defeat Dumbledore, especially so easily. I’m not that great of a duelist.” I remember Audrey telling me that she told Ron I sucked at duels, so I continued with that lie.

“I suppose you’re right,” Harry shook it off, moving his hand off his forehead once again. “Well, I suppose I should go catch up with Ron and Hermione, perhaps I’ll see you later?”

“Of course,” I said back. “I, too, have business to attend to.” With that we both left the table in separate directions. I had a lot to explain to a few people.

I stalked off to the dormitories. I was sure both the people I needed to talk to would be hanging out around there somewhere. Malfoy… maybe not; chances are he was probably out causing mischief with Crabbe and Goyle. But if I knew Audrey like I thought I did, she would be curled up by the fireplace with a book.

I entered the room hesitantly, unaware of what I would find. Just like I had predicted, Audrey was sitting by the fireplace, reading what appeared to be a copy of Lord of the Flies, a Muggle book I enjoyed. I approached her cautiously. I didn’t know her mood, and didn’t want to be yelled at once again. I knelt down in front of her, standing on my toes in an awkward fashion.

“Audrey,” I muttered quietly.

She looked up from her book, staring blankly for a moment. “Yes?”

“I’m sorry for what I did,” I admitted, just like Harry told me to do. “I know I messed up… can we fix this, or were you serious about breaking up with me…?”

She looked baffled for a moment. “What do you mean ‘breaking up’? I never said anything about breaking up. Where did you get that idea?”

“You said you were done, so naturally I assumed…” my voice trailed off.

“No, we’re fine. I… was just mad,” she said quietly.

I felt a smile run across my face. “I’m glad to hear that.” I paused for a second. “And I have a solution to my problem.”

She looked at me, determined to get it out of me. I swallowed hard, not knowing how she was going to take what I had just found out. I knew I had to tell her, whether I wanted to or not…