Awww..I loved the update..so great!

^Sounds sooo awesome!

Shay

ahhh, ive missed soo much. But its awesome. Post more soon!!
<3Jenn

Awww sarah that's really good if you got a sequal to this one up again i would read it sorry i havn't been reading it lately it's just i got busy and didn't have the time to catch up but now i am caugt up and i will stay that way. so love it and can't wait for the next part.
-sarah mucho love

ya, I've been really busy too, so I understand Sarah
Just today I have like, nothing...
I'm almost done the last chapter of this f.f but I'm half-stuck... (half, not completely but not able to get through easily), so ya...
I'll post when I remember to go onto M.S Word and actually open the file

Ok, I'm posting now. Short chapter so if someone comments today, well... I'll end up posting probably half of chapter 16 (maybe the whole thing, but its kinda long I think... dunno).
Anyways, here ya go. With the title... you'll see.
Enjoy!
Sarah

BTW, I skipped to April (just so ya know)

Chapter 15
The Return

Over the next few months, Dezi was finally beginning to enjoy life with friends. One of the big things that she found was her anger for her parents washed away quickly enough. But one thing shook that peacefulness Dezi felt about her family.
In April, she got another package from Harry. It was small, not that much bigger than a ring box. Tucked beneath the ties holding the package together was a letter (she was amazed it could fit under there). She pulled it out and it grew bigger until it became normal size. Dezi opened it, curious. She had never been a fan of packages, every time she got one, it always shook her emotionally somehow.
Dezi,
I was going through my dresser when I found something. I had completely forgotten about it because at the time I saw it, I wanted to forget everything it represented. I still hate it to this very day, but trust me, you will hold it close to you, most likely literally.
Inside is a gift Malfoy; or I should say Draco/your real father, gave to Hermione back in Christmas of 1998. Seeing as I don’t exactly use what he gave her, and I don’t really wish to keep it, I thought you might want ***.
Love,
Dad
Dezi already felt a blow to her mood. Unwrapping the packaging, she opened the box to see what was inside. She gasped when she was what was inside.
“What?” Cailyn asked curiously.
“Ya, dad, you definitely wouldn’t use this...” Dezi mumbled as she pulled out the silver necklace with a hanging ruby heart. Catching another glimmer inside, she pulled out matching earrings.
“No way...” Cailyn breathed. “That must’ve been worth a fortune!”
Dezi eyed the necklace and earrings, but suddenly a light seemed to shine in her eyes. She started recalling the dreams she had, and in most of them if she looked closely, she saw the necklace around her mum’s neck.
“You ok...?” Kasey, who was sitting opposite of Dezi, snapped her fingers in front of her friend’s face. Dezi blinked and everything went back to normal.
“Yeah, what makes you ask?”
“Your... eyes just... they...” Kasey was speechless for a few moments. “Magenta...”
“Magenta eyes? You’re kidding...”
“No, they just like... clouded over and flickered magenta. Only for a split second, but they did!” Kasey whispered excitedly. “What happened?”
“It was kind of... life flashing before my eyes but it wasn’t... exactly... my life...”
Kasey and Cailyn raised an eyebrow, intrigued.
“How can someone else’s life flash before your eyes then?” Cailyn asked after a few moments of an awkward silence.
“It’s complicated,” Dezi responded, shrugging.
“So... are you gonna try it on?” Kasey asked.
Dezi looked at the necklace and earrings again.
“Not yet...”
“Aw... why?” Cailyn asked.
“It isn’t exactly a gift... nor technically mine.”
“Whose is it then and how’d you get it?”
“My dad. He found them and doesn’t want to remember how they came into his life.”
Kasey eyed the ruby necklace and earrings for a moment
“You dad wore those?” Kasey asked, astounded. Her expression turned into a grossed-out look. “Uh... have you ever thought that...”
“No! They aren’t his!” Dezi cut in, realizing what Kasey actually meant. “They... they were my mum’s...”
“Oh...” the two said at the same time.

Oh...Great Post!!! I got the chill reading it!!! Sweet...my eyes even started to water!!! *Pams!!!*

ok, I can't help it. Here's chapter 16!
Ok, now it's summer!
Just randomly thought of a chapter title just b4 I put this in so ya... anyways...
enjoy! Kinda long one this time!
Sarah

Chapter 16
Departure

It was now June, and Dezi talked with both Dumbledore and Harry and they agreed for Sirius to stay at Grimmauld Place ‘until further notice’. Dezi would never forget the talk she had with Dumbledore...

It was just two days before the last day of classes/school when her Transfiguration professor, Professor McGonagall (she still teaches there, she just passed her headmistress job off to the current headmaster about ten years prior) the headmaster wished to see her. Of course, Dezi did as she was told.
“Honey-dip doughnut,” she said to the gargoyle. It sprung to life, and she stepped onto the stairs. Slowly she was brought higher and higher until it jerked to a stop. She opened the door and entered the Headmaster’s office. She didn’t see Professor Boissoneault anywhere, so she had a feeling she knew which headmaster it was, but she didn’t want to interrupt anything, so she just stood where she was.
“Uh...”
“Over here.”
Dezi sighed in relief as she pulled up a chair in front of Professor Dumbledore’s painting.
“You wanted to see me, professor?”
“Yes,” was all he responded.
“What about...?”
“It appears its taking a lot longer to get a time-turner for Sirius Black than expected,” Professor Dumbledore responded simply. “I have come to the conclusion that since he had, for the first time in his life, enjoyed his visit at Grimmauld Place, that until we can get a time-turner for him, he shall stay there.”
“How’d you know about his stay?” Dezi asked curiously.
“Phineas.”
“’Uh?” came a grunt a few rows down.
“And I stayed there for a short while.”
“Really?”
“Yes. I do believe Ginny made the correct choice in not letting Tonks get some china plates.”
Dezi chuckled; it was true.
“So do you want to send a letter to dad about Sirius staying or...”
“Oh no, I have already talked to Harry and Sirius about this, and they both agreed, both were fairly eager.”
“Then why did you need to see me if they already know?” Dezi asked curiously.
“So you’d know. I know how Sirius can be able telling people important things at times, mainly when he’s excited, in which case he had sounded very excited.”
“He gave me the impression he would’ve rather been anywhere else than Grimmauld Place when he first got invited,” Dezi said pointedly.
“I recall he left home to stay with James back in his time because he didn’t want to be at his home, he hated being cooped up in there after he escaped Azkaban, but now that he’s running free and his family is no longer alive... well most of them are not alive anymore,” Dumbledore corrected; he forgot about Tonks being Sirius’s second cousin and Dezi technically being a (fairly) distant cousin. “He enjoyed the visit because he was not under any pressure; he had fun. He said he was hoping to stay there in the summer if he was still around when I talked with him actually.”
“Oh... huh.”
There was an extended silence.
“Is that all, professor?”
“You may go now,” Professor Dumbledore responded. Dezi left, surprised and feeling slightly odd.

But in late June, a letter came, weighed down and had a lump in it.. Dezi knew what it was automatically; she dreaded the moment it fell into her hands. She turned around and went into the kitchen.
“What’s that?” Harry asked as a jug of milk appeared on the table. Dezi looked up and saw everyone else sitting expectantly, her brother, sister, mom and Sirius.
“A letter,” Dezi said, smirking. Harry rolled his eyes.
“Who for?” he rephrased. He saw the slightly down expression on Dezi’s face, so he could only assume...
“Sirius,” Dezi responded.
She handed the miniature package to Sirius, whose expression was just like hers. She sat down, opposite of him, and watched him rip it open. Inside the envelope were a time-turner, which fell into his spare hand, and a letter. The letter read:

Mr. Sirius Black,
We are pleased to inform you that the time-turner in which we have sent shall bring you back to 1974 on this exact day at the abode of Mr. James Potter. This shall be a lesson learned that you never take another’s time-turner.
The turner to go back to the exact date and time you took the time-turner, so 1 turn shall do. You must use the Time-Turner within 12 hours of receiving it.

The Department of Magical Transportation

Sirius’s expression just continued to fall as he read the letter over twice.
“Well...?” Dezi finally asked, trying to break the awkward extended silence. Sirius looked at the letter, then the time turner, and back at the letter.
“I have 12 hours until I can return to Prongs... I mean James’ home,” Sirius practically breathed. He didn’t want to go back, but he had too.

“You have all your things you’ve gotten within this year?” Ginny asked once more.
“I didn’t get anything worth keeping,” Sirius responded again. “Just spare things. I just left them on the bed neatly positioned and I have everything else I actually need and yadayada...”
“Anything else you wish to repeat, Gin?” Harry asked with a smug grin. Dezi, Darren and Chloe chuckled. Ginny glared at her husband.
“We’ll miss you,” Chloe said.
“Well you still have... present time me, so there isn’t that much to miss, is there?” Sirius asked with a smile. Everyone gave their best smile, but they only did so because Sirius didn’t know his ‘present time me’ was actually dead.
“Well we’ll miss the 16-year-old you. Much more enjoyable,” Ginny responded.
Sirius looked thoughtful; he didn’t know if it was an insult or something to be proud of.
“Ok then...” was his response.
“Uh... I guess I’ll... see you...” Dezi said, unsure of how to phrase her thought. Sirius smiled faintly.
“I’ll never forget this experience...” he muttered. Looking at Dezi, he then said, “And I definitely won’t forget you.”
Dezi smiled and hugged him.
“Thanks for visiting,” she whispered while in mid-hug.
“Not meaning to rush, but you’ve got ten minutes until it’ll be 12 hours...”
Dezi pulled away. She didn’t want Sirius to leave, because when he did, he’d never be around, in person that is, ever again. He sighed and picked up the time-turner that was around his neck.
“Thanks for taking me in during the holidays,” he said as he gripped the knob.
“No problem,” Harry responded.
“And I still swear you’re related to James...” Sirius said. Harry chuckled.
“I’ll tell you a quick secret you have to swear not to tell,” Harry answered. Ginny looked at him nervously.
“I swear I’ll never tell. Now what is it?”
Harry chuckled.
“James is my dad,” Harry responded. Sirius’s mouth dropped slightly.
“Whose your mum?” Sirius blurted.
“Are you sure...” Ginny started.
“Yeah, Gin, besides, it all happens in his 7th year, which is technically 2 months away...” Harry whispered.
“You’ve got five minutes,” Darren pointed out. Sirius started to look worried, yet excited at knowing the truth at the same time.
“My mum... my mum is Lily.”
“Evans?”
“I... ya, Lily Evans,” Harry finished. Her maiden name slipped his mind momentarily. Sirius’s mouth was hanging.
“No... freaking... way!”
“Now you have to go. And you have to not say a word to James or Lily, or anyone else for that matter, or else. Even if... never mind, you’ll find out,” Harry concluded. “Now you should go.”
Sirius sighed as he turned the knob.
“Thanks again,” he said as he vanished. Where he now stood was just a blank area by the front door.

First post
okay so i loved the other one and i'll edit this once i've read your other chapter (sixteen) but loved how she got her mum's necklace.
aww that's so sweet i loved it is that the end sarah no it can't be i won't let it be because that's sad. but anyways i hope you psot soon. or was that the end..... i hope it wasn't the end.

Oh no! It's not the end! I'm not even done the last chapter!
Only 18 chapters. 18th chapter will be long... so far I'm assuming it'll be fairly long... but ya, 2 more chapters.

aww only two more but hey i can deal with that for now.

ya, then it'll be a long while b4 the sequel comes out...
IF it comes out that is. I'm not exactly sure if it'll work out. Most likely it will but it'll take a long while to come out, but there's a small chance it might now. Keep your eyes open! (I dunno any title name yet so ya...)
I'll postie eventually. Still half-stuck on the last chapter...

Great Post!!! Loved It of course!!!

Awww..Wonderful update! I loved it!

Shay

Ok, this is the 2nd-to-last chapter. I'm stuck on the last little bit of the final chapter (chapter 18), so ya, it'll take some time...
This is a LONG post (either that or the pre-written message I put in the chapter... both are kinda long ).
Anyways... *start with prewritten message ish put a few weeks ago when chapter was done*

The title is from the song ‘Goodbye My Lover’ (if you know who, ya, I wouldn’t be surprised. I just don’t feel like repeating it cause it’s in the chapter) It was a hard choice... but honestly, this song totally suits the relationship between Sirius and Dezi (Broken by Seether almost won... but this song actually makes me cry... and NO SONG makes me cry! Because of the song... reading it and currently listening... I actually cried at reading this chapter... and I WROTE IT!).
I mean, excluding the ‘I’d be the father of your child’ part cause that’s just there cause it’s in the song... (that one part ain’t working for Siri-kins and Dezi...... and I’ll just stop on that topic now...) but ignoring only that part, the song totally works!
Well... tons of songs totally work. Broken, Goodbye My Lover, My Heart Will Go on... (that just came from me writing ‘come back’, reminded me of Rose from the scene where Jack died) and like... You’re Beautiful would work kinda but not as well as the first three... ya, you get it!
Enjoy!
Sarah

Chapter 17
Goodbye My Lover

Dezi looked around the room in which she had found herself in. There were five four-poster beds with a redish curtain. She just seemed to know it was a Gryffindor boys’ dormitory room. Just as she was about to look around, the door opened.
“Why don’t you ask Ariel to Hogsmeade, Padfoot?”
Dezi spun around and face what seemed to be a mirror image of Harry, but this boy had a differently-shaped nose, a bit longer, as well as a thinner face. His hair was just as messy and the same raven-black as Harry’s. His eyes were rounder and had a hazed colour, set behind glasses that were identical to Harry’s. It took Dezi a split second to recognize the boy as James Potter.
“Why should I?”
Dezi looked at the door once more and saw Sirius following James inside. He looked exactly as Dezi remembered, but a tad more sullen, even if he tried to look cheery.
“She was hinting it enough,” another voice inputted. “‘I heard there’s a Hogsmeade trip on Friday’.”
Dezi saw a young Remus Lupin close the door behind his friends. He still looked fairly weary for his true age. If Dezi didn’t know he was James’s and Sirius’s friend, she would’ve mistaken him for an older than he really was, since he was already beginning to have a few strands of grey hair among his neatly-kept light brown hair.
“Maybe I just want to go alone,” Sirius responded firmly. “That is... unless one of you two are going alone...”
“Sorry, Paddy, but I know I can’t,” James cut in, beaming. “It’s...”
“Your first real date with Evans, we know,” Sirius finished.
“How’d you know?” James asked, surprised.
“That’s all you’ve been talking about for the past day and a half,” Sirius responded flatly.
“Really?”
“I can honestly say that once she finally gave into your pleas...”
“I don’t plea!” James snapped indignantly.
“I wouldn’t expect you to speak of anything else,” Sirius concluded with a smirk. Dezi smiled; she never truly saw him smirk before, she thought it was cute.
Remus chuckled. James ignored Remus and looked at Sirius oddly; examining him.
“What...?” Sirius asked warily.
“Since when’d you ever smirk?” James asked. “Other than at The Three Broomsticks when flirting with Madam Rosmerta of course...”
“Since I feel like it. I can smirk when I want, they don’t have to be arrogant all the time,” Sirius responded simply.
“You’ve changed...” James muttered.
“So I made a face at the ‘wrong time’ and suddenly I’ve ‘changed’?” Sirius asked demandingly, his grey eyes sparkling in budding anger.
“You’ve just been all... moody since you came back from who the hell knows where. Where’d you go by the way?”
“I’m not mopey!” Sirius exclaimed in defiance, his sullen expression long gone.
“Then go ask Ariel to Hogsmeade!” James shot back at him. Dezi looked at Remus, wondering why the 7th year prefect hasn’t bothered to say anything. She couldn’t help but chuckle when she saw him sitting on the end of a bed, just reading. She made a mental note to ask Lupin why he never intervened when Sirius and James fought.
“I don’t want to, ok?” Sirius responded simply, punching each word to make it clear.
“What happened to the days when you’d just have to walk up to a girl and she’d answer ‘yes’ before you’d even ask? What happened to your ‘she’s pretty’ and you’re gone, two days later seen in a classroom for detention because you two were found snogging in some out of bounds area?” James demanded. “What happened to... to you?” his voice lowered to a barely audible whisper.
“Everyone changes eventually, Prongs,” Sirius responded with a sigh. James’s expression changed drastically.
“Are you implying I’m just as mature as...?”
“The day I met you? I have to admit, sometimes!” Sirius cut in coolly.
“I’m only assuming you’re not going to ask Ariel...” Remus stopped when he saw James’s and Sirius’s expressions turn on him. Remus went back to reading.
James turned his blazing expression back to Sirius. Shaking his head slowly, James finally asked, “Where were you last year that made you change so much?”
Sirius sighed and turned away, head hanging.
“Did the stolen time-turner have anything to do with it?” Remus asked. Sirius just shrugged, refusing to answer the question.
“I can’t explain without being outcasted even more,” was all he responded. The room was silent for a few minutes. Dezi was starting to wonder why she hadn’t disappeared yet.
“When you come around and back to your normal self, you’ll find us...”
“Us?” Remus practically squeaked.
“In the common room.” Dezi watched James turn around and grab Remus by his robes, dragging him out of the room.
Sirius dropped onto the bed with a thump, his elbows resting on his thighs and his face in his hands. Dezi watched him for a few minutes, unmoving. He reached under the bed and opened the trunk. He dug through it, making a big pile of clothes lying around the trunk as he tried to find what he was searching for. Dezi sat down on the bed directly across from his and just watched silently. She then saw him pull out a picture frame.
The dream changed, only for a moment; she saw the picture in which Sirius was holding. It was a picture taken at Hogwarts by Cailyn back in February. The picture of the two covered in snow; Dezi was hanging off of Sirius. She was surprise he kept it; she never saw it on him when he left.
The only sound Dezi heard was her breathing. After a few moments, the silence was broken. Very faintly, she heard Sirius singing.

Did I disappoint you or let you down?
Should I be feeling guilty or let the judges frown?
'Cause I saw the end before we'd begun,
Yes I saw you were blinded and I knew I had won.

So I took what's mine by eternal right.
Took your soul out into the night.
It may be over but it won't stop there,
I am here for you if you'd only care.

You touched my heart you touched my soul.
You changed my life and all my goals.
And love is blind and that I knew when,
My heart was blinded by you.

I've kissed your lips and held your hand.
Shared your dreams and shared your bed.
I know you well, I know your smell.
I've been addicted to you.

Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.

Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.

I am a dreamer but when I wake,
You can't break my spirit - it's my dreams you take.
And as you move on, remember me,
Remember us and all we used to be

I've seen you cry, I've seen you smile.
I've watched you sleeping for a while.
I'd be the father of your child.
I'd spend a lifetime with you.

I know your fears and you know mine.
We've had our doubts but now we're fine,
And I love you, I swear that's true.
I cannot live without you.

Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.

Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.

And I still hold your hand in mine.
In mine when I'm asleep.
And I will bear my soul in time,
When I'm kneeling at your feet.

Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.

Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.

I'm so hollow, baby, I'm so hollow.
I'm so, I'm so, I'm so hollow.

Fresh tears fell loose from Dezi’s eyes. She heard that song just a few days before the dreaded letter came... she loved listening to the muggle singer, James Blunt. It was her favourite song, but she never really took the time to listen to the words. Even if she had, she never, in her life, imagine they’d incorporate into her own life. Before she knew it, the room faded of its colour and she was slowly disappearing from the dream.
“No.... please... come back!”
“Dez...?”
Dezi pulled away from the touch she felt upon her shoulder. She refused to open her eyes, she didn’t want the dream to go away. She felt warm hands cup her face and force her to look at whoever did so. She hated the feeling of being watched, so she forced herself to open her eyes. In front of her was a blurred vision of Harry sitting in front of her, and next to him was Ginny.
“What’s wrong?” Harry asked worriedly as she tried to pull away once more.
“Everything!” Dezi sobbed, nearly screaming the word as tears continued to fall down her pale cheeks. “Everything last year, everything now, everything that’s ever happened to me! My only close friend being a figment of the past that’s really been dead for 20 years! Dumbledore.... he just had to tell me it’s all fake because it’d... it’d never work! Separated by 31 years! Everything that’s ever been good in my life... has disappeared! Friends... Hogwarts... mom and dad... Sirius! Everyone hated me at... Hogwarts, and most still do! All because I’m the... the ‘mudblood Malfoy’! My friend of 6 years... just a fake! By the time I actually got friends... it can take a summer to break it all off! Mom... dad... Sirius... all dead and have been for years! It’s not fair! It’s all been bad for me! It’s like Dementors have been living in me, there’s nothing good left!”
Dezi tried to push herself out of the chair, but it barely took Harry any strength to get her to sit back down. Despite that, he still kept a firm grip on her shoulder. She thrashed around as she tried to get away; she even tried punching and kicking her way out. Harry held her where she was, taking the blows, for the next few minutes.
“Maybe you should just let her go...”
“No, Gin,” Harry responded flatly.
“How would you feel if you were being pinned by someone...”
“Your mind would be too befuddled to notice.”
“Oh ya, because Dezi hasn’t noticed at all...” Ginny said sarcastically just as Dezi nailed her foot into Harry’s knee. He winced slightly; it was the hardest kick he’d gotten yet.
“You do know it’d just be easier when her ‘mind wasn’t as befuddled’,” Ginny pointed out. Harry gave her a small glare.
“Oh, come on, Harry! You know her as well as me, and you know exactly what she’s lost. Hell, you even understand half of it! She’s lost her parents, she lost one she’s loved...”
“And yet did I let it out by doing this?” he snapped back, cutting Ginny off.
“No,” Ginny responded. Harry started to smile smugly until he heard her next comment: “You bottled it up.” Harry gaped.
“I did not!”
“Yes, you did! You never talked to anyone about what happened after you and Hermione broke up, not even me; why you wouldn’t talk to Ron is just a given, but honestly...”
“For God’s sake, you two are worse than me!” Dezi exclaimed. She rubbed away a few tears that kept falling and took advantage of Harry’s surprise by pushing his hands away and she ran down the hall, awaking Mrs. Black.
“MUDBLOODS! BLOOD TRAITORS...”
“OH SHUT UP YOUR OLD HAG!” Dezi screamed as she passed by.

oh sarah i loved it i need the other part to see what happened that's so sad.

I'm not done the next chapter (last chapter), so it'll be some time til the next post.
Sorry bout that

Ohhhhh!!!!!!!! That was soooooo good!!!! I actually cried!!!! hmmm...that was soooo sad!!! Loved it though!!! PAMSOID!!!!!

it might take awhile to get the next post up...
I looked at the song (Goodbye My Lover) and thought, 'Hey, what a great one-shot!'. I'm doing a Dramione one-shot of the song (half-done now, but it's kind of difficult cause the song is more about being apart in a somewhat broken-up way and how I'm working at it isn't exactly like that...)

I'm almost done the last chapter of this f.f (and I'll inform ya guys if it's possible that there'll be yet another sequel to this series of F.Fs by posting here or on my other kinda popular F.F that most of ya know as Fallen), I'm just stuck on this one part...
and I can't say what it is without kinda ruining it for you guys
So ya, it'll be some time but hopefully soon!

It's ok, take that time, but make a good post out of it. pams
Jessica

I'll try
Like I say, I'm still stuck on this one part...
Mainly because it's so hard to make it... interesting and... readable and... hard to word it!

Oh ya, Goodbye My Lover IS UP NOW! Never been best at sad/sappy but I'm most proud of it out of all my one-shots.
It's on the 2nd page of the Romance section... (It'll be in my new new sig... to lazy to find the link now), and it's like, 3 threads under [my other F.F] Fallen

if you wanna read my newest one-shot Goodbye My Lover, just click the link in my sig (3 days and it's up ).
Still semi-working on the last chapter...

Ok, this'll take some time. Where I ended is exactly where I'm stuck, and I thought 'heck, this'll make a good ending for THE FIRST PART'.
This is ONLY the first half. It's all I have and it's been a week so I just HAD to post something.
Here's part one! Part 2 (last part of the F.F), will be coming when I get unstuck!
Nothing that's really specific about this chapter. The title is as the chapter does...
If that made sense to you, WOW! I'm amazed cause I confuzzled myself with saying that I kinda get it but I kinda don’t... it sounded wise so I just put it in there
And I realized Final Goodbye is a song but whatever. It doesn't have anything to do with this...
Enjoy what's so far

Chapter 18
The Final Goodbye (Part 1)

For the next week, the only reason Dezi would leave her room was go downstairs for food, bring it upstairs and eat. Other than that, she’d either be sitting in her bed reading or going through old photographs from when her parents were in Hogwarts to the ones Kasey and Cailyn took of her and Sirius on the last day of school.
Dezi didn’t even leave her room after awhile. She didn’t care about lunch or dinner for a few days. She’d fall asleep hungry and teary, but she didn’t care anymore. On the third day of starving herself, Dezi gave in and kept the food coming until she couldn’t hold anymore during dinner. Going back upstairs, she fell asleep on the bed.
Dezi looked around the dark, open space. She couldn’t see a thing around her; only black. Out of thin air, there was fog, slowly condensing by her unmoving feet. She heard voice, but she couldn’t catch the words, let alone see whoever spoke. She heard the voices get closer to her; she backed up.
“So why’d you want to come again...?” she heard someone ask in an undertone.
“You do know it’d have been a lot safer if you just stayed...” a voice growled.
“Draco!” the voice snapped. Dezi dropped her guard; her tenseness disappeared.
“Oh don’t ‘Draco’ me,” Draco responded, just as snappishly. “I can say whatever I want.”
“It’s been so long since I’ve heard a Malfoy speak,” another voice drawled. Dezi swore she recognized it, but she didn’t know where she had.
“Don’t you dare,” Hermione, or so Dezi assumed, said warningly.
“‘Ey! Don’t tell me what to do!” Draco exclaimed. Dezi started seeing outlines in the distance (she didn’t know how far the area went out, so she also thought that was rather odd).
“You can ignore... and you can just keep your comments to yourself,” Hermione snapped.
Dezi was beginning to wonder why she was there. “Was I brought to listen to a stupid argument?” she thought.
She heard her father laugh in the distance.
“No, that’s not why!” he called out. She then heard him mumbling something. It was quiet for a few moments (or so Dezi thought, she couldn’t hear anything), and then she heard the voices. Quiet, but clearly.
“Now you remember how...”
“Dear girl, you’ve been through this at least 10 times,” the third voice commented. Draco sniggered. Dezi heard a thump and then a momentary groan.
“Well it’s true, you have been through it at least 10 times, if not more,” Draco pointed out.
Dezi sighed and leaned to her side, crossing her arms in impatience.
“Hey, she’s got your patience, Draco,” Hermione whispered just loud enough for Dezi to hear. She heard him scoff.
The outlines got bigger, but Dezi still couldn’t see the threes’ faces. She just realized she didn’t see their outlines as white, as she did last time. She heard Draco laugh again. Dezi decided to test if he was actually reading her mind or just guessing.
“I didn’t know you could read minds in the afterlife,” Dezi thought.
“Oh yes, it’s rather enjoyable actually,” the response came in her mind. She couldn’t help but chuckle.
“Everyone or did you just get lucky?”
“Well I did do a few things for...”
“Oh, quit it!” another voice, Hermione’s, came into Dezi’s head. “Yes, everyone can, it just depends on if you wish to use it.
“So what’re we all talking about here?” the third voice came in with a curious yet cheeky tone.
“But... if only those in the afterlife can do this... am I... dead?”
Draco and the other voice laughed. Hermione was the only one that didn’t seem to find it funny.
“Of course you’re not dead. When ‘those in the afterlife’ wish to meet with the living, you’re in between heaven and... Earth I suppose.”
“You mean we’re in Limbo?” Dezi cut in. Draco snorted.
“It’s an honest question, Draco,” Hermione snapped.
“As you put it... yes, we’re in Limbo...” Draco responded, still laughing.
“You didn’t even know what Limbo was until I told you,” Hermione cut him off with a slightly arrogant tone.
“Well you didn’t have to tell me,” the third voice imputed with a cheery tone.
“Ya, ya, you’re the only ‘pure’ that already knew.”
“Pure?” Draco spat (mentally).
“At least I could face the fact I didn’t belong in Slytherin, Malfoy,” the third voice retorted. “From what I heard you had think ‘Slytherin’ over and over to get your way.”
“What’d you have to do? Think ‘Gryffindor’ as hard as possible?” Draco snapped.
Dezi tried to tune out the argument, but she didn’t have a choice, it was going on in her mind. She had a feeling that she was right about only being brought to Limbo just to hear a stupid argument between her father and the other person.
“Shut up already!” Hermione yelled out loud. Her mind finally was rid of the voices.
“Traitor,” Draco’s voice said very quietly in Dezi’s mind.
“Why you little...”
“I can hear you!” Hermione exclaimed (out loud). “Honestly, you’d think freedom would help you sort out your priorities, Sirius.”
Dezi’s mind clicked. She couldn’t place the name of which the voice belonged to for the entire time.
“Oh that’s nice, just forget me,” Sirius drawled sarcastically.
“In my defense, over 20 years can change a person,” Dezi responded pointedly.
Hermione chuckled. “Actually in this case 20 years didn’t do much at all.”
“’Ey!” Sirius exclaimed.
“It’s just the truth, Black,” Draco responded with a smug tone.
“You didn’t even know me, Malfoy, and you still don’t. So don’t tell me its truth when you really don’t know it yourself.”
“I’m ‘learning’ now,” Draco drawled sarcastically.
Dezi yawned; the arguments were just getting old to hear.
“Ok one of you just leave,” Hermione snapped.
“But...” Draco and Sirius started complaining.
“No! It’s either that or you two just shut up,” Hermione cut in.
“I knew it wasn’t a good idea to...”
“Draco...” Hermione said in a low, deathly tone. He stopped automatically.
“I’m not going to be the one that goes,” Draco snapped indignantly. Hermione then turned to Sirius.
“I can’t believe I’m going to say this, but...”
“Youngest gets dibs?” Draco finished. Hermione pressed her lips into a thin line and turned to Draco with the angriest expression that she could burn a tree and the grass around it. (o.o.s: that’s the only comparison I could think of )
“We don’t have all day for this,” Hermione snapped.
“Technically it’s not exactly day...” Draco and Dezi started. Hermione looked at the two in disbelief and Sirius just chuckled. Draco turned to Sirius with a cold glare.
“What’s so funny?” he asked in a flat, dead serious tone.
“Just an attitude I recall,” Sirius responded dismissively.
Draco looked like he was about to lunge at Sirius, but Hermione held him in place (being fairly small, compared to Draco, she did manage to hold him).
“We’ll be back in a few minutes,” Hermione said in a calm tone. She then pushed Draco farther back into the darkness, leaving Sirius and Dezi alone. At that moment, Dezi lifted her foot to roll her ankles; she stood for so long they were cramping.
“You can sit down if you need to,” Sirius said after a moment.
“Where?” Dezi asked, looking around. If there was a bench there all along, how did she not notice it? She felt dizzy enough (from not eating much) she could’ve easily used the ground (if there is one for that matter), as a bench.
“Behind you,” he responded as if it was obvious. Dezi looked behind and below and, indeed, there was a bench. She chuckled in an embarrassed way as she sat down.

I don't even know if I said this before, but this was supposed to be based on the song 'Cause your watching over me' by Alexz Johnson, but I totally forgot about a song I love much more.

I never thought I'd base a F.F on a Hilary Duff song (sry but I'm just NO fan of her really), but the song is Someone's Watching Over Me (by Hilary Duff obviously ).

So ya, the title comes from Alexz Johnson's song but I kinda mean it to be Someone's Watching Over Me by Hilary Duff...
So ya, now you know
So seriously, what do you guys think about the first half of the last chapter? It's not much but I guess it's leading up.
It's been 3 days of NOTHING and it's making me wonder if I should... just... not... bother... anymore. And so close to the end too... it'd be a pretty big waste )

Oh...HOw cute!!! PAMS PAMS PAMS!!!!!! You have to post again soon!!!! I need the rest of this story!!!!

Yes, yes you have to update soon! I love it!!! Sorry for not posting sooner you might remember me saying I was having computer problems...well I have a new computer now and I'm back I guess you could say and I have just gotten caught up and you better post soon we love it don't we everyone?

Shay