It was time the tables were turned. Now we're playing dirty.

I would have thought by now that you had learned to respect your superiors.

This is a classroom. Not a Quidditch Pitch.

"It’s so bloody hard to get a hold of. Don’t ask me how Avery manages to sneak it into the castle, that boy is not one to let up his secrets so easily"

“He only wants the same thing we all do. To take our rightful place as the superiors above the useless and dirty-blooded witches and wizards below us”

I remember now that old saying, “Curiosity killed the cat”. I guess that line is too often ignored. . .

More than anything, the run-in with Sirius had left me in an inexplicable state of confusion. The way I had felt when my body pressed against his – The butterflies, cloudiness, shivers.

Well. It was completely, and utterly insane.

Finally, I understood that all this time I had been nothing but a tool.

 I faltered a little, everything I had discovered so far about this Dark Lord so far seemed to be true – he was planning a rebellion.

 

A battered sign hung low above the door – depicting a rather grotesque looking picture of a wild boar's severed head leaking blood onto the white cloth around it.

 “No...” was all I managed to choke out through my tears as both an answer to her accusation and to the cruel realisation that no matter what I said – I was going to lose my best friend.

“I do not like him” I countered stubbornly as I followed Isobel into the warmth of the car, groaning lowly as I imagined all the rumours that would spring from that one tiny moment when I got back to Hogwarts. 

I won't be making the same mistake again. Trust me.

How could anyone possibly know that for me it meant breaking my own heart just to avoid getting myself killed.

Something was not right in our world.
In fact, something was very, very wrong. 

I knew it. I knew there was something going on between the two of you.

 A strange sort of rushing sensation coursed through me and my Patronus shot out of my wand quick as a dart – it was fast. It circled around me a couple of times, darting back and forth, it’s movement like an arrow, before stopping in front of me in mid-air and I let out a low gasp of delight.

“I want you to know,” I pulled back just enough to whisper shakily, “That every second I spend with you heals that pain that’s inside of me. I love you – I’m yours,"