Running. A dark haired woman and her baby running. People behind her with swords, stakes, and fire. She hid in an alley, ducking down so she couldn't be seen. She looked down at her baby, who was a blond, blue-eyed child. Yelling. People yelling all around. She clutched her baby to her chest, closing her eyes. She felt someone stand over her. She huddled in fear until someone touched her shoulder. She looked up and saw a blond man in front of her. He looked almost identical to her baby. The relief on her face was apparent as she stood in front of him. He looked down at the baby.
"Is that him?"
She nodded, touching the child's hair as he lay sleeping in her arms. She held her baby out to the man, who took him gently. She smiled as she watched the man with her baby. Her smiled vanished, though, as yelling could be heard again. The man looked behind him, hearing the yelling as well. She looked at the man.
"There is no time."
She put a hand on her baby's forehead. A soft glow came from her hand. The man looked shocked.
"What are you doing?"
She looked up at the man, the glowing growing stronger.
"Something I have to to keep our baby alive."
She closed her eyes again, the glow growing brighter with every second. As the glow grew brighter, the woman grew paler and weaker. Suddenly, the glow dimmed to a dull growing light. The woman looked deathly pale and very weak. She looked at the man, who was still in shock.
"I have to leave. Take care of him for me."
She touched his cheek.
"I love you."
He held her hand to his cheek.
"Don't leave me...please.."
She smiled weakly at him. She looked to her baby, touching his soft hair. She leaned down to kiss his forehead and whispered something.
Then she ran off into the streets, the people suddenly right behind her. A blood curtling scream. Someone screaming a name. Then darkness.
Draco woke up in a panic. Looking around, he saw he was in his room and began to calm down. These dreams were getting to him. Always the same dream, ever since he was 7. The same woman. She seemed so familiar and yet he didn't remember who she was. And he never understood what she whispered either. It was always 2 or 3 words from all the whispering. Draco layed back in his bed and stared at the ceiling. The same glow from the dream is the same as his. But he rarely ever used his glow. Only in situations he thought necessary. But...something told him that the woman was someone important in his life. He sighed, not knowing what to do. He looked at his window. She never wrote him back. She was probably sleeping, he thought. He eyes closed involuntarily as sleep made its way back to him.
Hermione sat in one of the chairs, staring at the fire. She had spent the last hour and a half listening to Harry explain what he was talking about. And as crazy as it sounds, he believed him. He took the truth potion, it worked, and all his reasoning seemed...well...reasonable. There was nothing to be gained from him lying to her. She sighed and looked back at Harry, who fell asleep on the couch. His cloak hung over the arm of the couch. She got up and covered him with her blanket. He sighed in his sleep and turned to face her. She smiled a bit and ruffled his hair. She turned to the table and noticed an envelope on it. She picked it up and looked on the back. The crest was there. She smiled. Her friend had written to her. She sat down in her chair and opened it. It read:
*My beautiful lioness,
I've been thinking about you. I want to meet you, but now isn't the time. But I didn't write to tell you this. I want your advice. I have what my mother calls a gift. I call it a curse. I am a wizard but I have extra powers. Something big. People don't know. Not even Dumbledore. No one knows but my mother. I don't use this power except for good. Actually, I dont' really use it at all. But I want your advice on something. There's a girl that I like. But I don't know if she likes me. She seems to like my best friend. Do I tell her how I feel? Let me know, please.
Your clever snake*
'Well,' she thought, 'at least I know what house he's in.' She smiled and put the letter down.
She turned to see Harry sitting up, looking around frantically. She stood and went to him.
"What's wrong, Harry?"
He looked at her.
"I can feel something. Inside me. It's like...I dunno. Just something. Is there anything you can do? I don't want to hurt anymore. I want to remember what I do. I want to fight this. Please, don't let him get me."
Hermione searched her brain. Wasn't there a book about possessions? Didn't she read it when Ginny recovered from being possessed?
She ran to her room, throwing around her stuff to find her books. She held up the book and nodded. She ran out into the living room and stopped just inside her doorway. Harry stood in front of the fire. He looked at his hands, then around the room. She set the book down on the floor as she crouched down. She pulled her wand out, ready and alert. He turned, looking around. She looked at his face. It was hard, but confused at the same time. His eyes thought, were the most changed of all. They were a magnificent cerelean blue color. She felt the draw from his eyes. But something was wrong. She remembered when she looked at him earlier in the night. His eyes were thier sparkling green color. She blinked. 'That's right. Harry's eyes are green, like his mother's' she thought. Hermione quietly looked through her book, trying to find what she remembered. She smiled as she found it. She looked up to see Harry looking at her library door. He touched it and put his ear to the door. He was checking the doors to see if anyone was here. She looked down at her book, reading. She pointed as she found it. She pointed her wand at Harry as he began to turn towards her door.
Harry stopped in mid-step. She watched his eyes as they flickered colors. He finally blinked after a while and sighed. When he opened his eyes, they were green again. He looked around, confusion written all over his face. She sighed with relief. She held her book in one arm, her wand in the other. Harry looked at her.
"What happened? Why am I standing here?"
She leaned on her doorframe.
"You were possessed again. I pushed whatever it was out."
He yawned and walked back to the couch. He sat down and looked at the table. She set her book down on the table as she passed the table to sit in her chair. She looked at him. He was staring at the envelope on table. He picked it up and looked on the back. He furrowed his eyebrows together, frowning. Hermione arched her eyebrow.
"Harry? You ok?"
Harry looked at her.
"Do you know who this is from?"
"Harry, that's none of your business."
"You don't, do you?"
Hermione looked at the fire.
"He's a friend."
Harry looked skeptical.
"I know who it is."
Hermione looked at him, disbelief on her face. Harry sighed and got up, going to her. He knelt in front of her, holding the envelope.
"It's Malfoy, Hermione."
Hermione's mouth dropped.
Harry put the envelope on her lap, showing the crest.
"That crest on the back of this envelope is the Malfoy crest. I remember seeing on Lucius's robes in my 2nd year."
Hermione just sat there for a minute. Malfoy? Is that why he's being all nice? She mentally shook herself. Of course he doesn't know who she is. She never let on who she was. She shrugged.
"It doesn't matter. He's still someone to talk to. And he's my friend."
Harry nodded, not really knowing what to say. He looked out the window to see the sun rays over the hills. He looked back at Hermione. She got up and motioned him to follow her. She went back into her room. Harry stopped in her doorway, watching her. She went to her nightstand by her bed and pulled something from her drawer. It looked like a necklace with a very large pendant. She walked to him with it. She leaned on tiptoe and draped it over his head and around his neck. He looked down at it. It looked like an ordinary pendant. It was a sapphire with silver lining. It looked kind of like a girl's necklace, but he didn't mind in the least. When she put him on it, he felt like a great weight was lifted off of him. He sighed and smiled at Hermione. She was grinning like there was no tomorrow.
"This amulet was given to me by my grandmother. She was a Wiccan and knew things like possession and stuff. She wanted me to have it, but I think you need it more than I. As long as you wear this, you don't need to worry about someone possessing you. Don't take it off for anything or anyone. If you tuck it in your robes, you can't tell you have it on."
She looked at her window. The sun had risen more int he past few minutes. She looekd back at him. He was still in his pjs. She looked her wand from the the table and waved it over him. He was in his robes and ready for the day. She looked at the window again. She could see the tun over the hills now. Teachers would probably be up now. And that means that Snape will come and check on her. She looked back at Harry and he was tucking the necklace in his shirt. He looked back at her and smiled. She smiled back. She waved her wand over herself and she was in her robes. Right when her hand touched her side, someone knocked on her door. She turned to the door. She motioned Harry to the couch and mouthed at him to sit on it. He did as he was told and sat perfectly still. She went to her door and touched her hand to the doorknob.
"Who is it?"
"Hermione? It's me. Please, open the door. I need to talk to you."