The Power of Love


Potions. One of my favorite classes, mainly because Snape was always snotty to Harry and it made my entire day. I however, arrived to class extra early to help Professor Snape get everything ready for his first year's class.

"So, how was your holiday, professor?" I asked, smiling cheerfully at him.

"Miserable, just like the last." He said while brewing a rather smelly potion.

I didn't press the topic any further. I knew very well why his holiday had been miserable and it only made me feel even worse for the man.

Students started shuffling into class and I left the front of the room and sat next to Daphne, who gave me a puzzled look.

"Where were you this morning?" She asked.

"I was helping Professor Snape with his lesson plans."

Daphne rolled her eyes and opened her textbook. She was most likely still mad with me when I wouldn't ask Snape to change her grades last year.

I looked around the room, searching for Harry, but couldn't locate him. Instead, my eyes met a pair of cold grey ones. Giving Malfoy a look of disgust, I expected him to turn away, but he didn't. He gave me his famous smirk. Feeling a blush creep onto my cheeks, I rolled my eyes and stared at my textbook. What the hell was Malfoy playing at?! He knew very well my feelings towards him. Hatred. And yet, it seemed he was trying to be civil. There was something seriously wrong.

I could feel Malfoy's gaze on me throughout the rest of class and when Snape finally excused us, I darted out of the room as quick as I could. What the hell? Could his father possibly have known I was spying on him and told his son?

But even then, what would Draco do about it? Could it be that Malfoy was trying to be friendly? Though, he had to know that I would never trust him and always assume that he was a death eater. Well, maybe a death eater. Did Voldy even recruit people my age?

Ignoring my thoughts, I had completely forgotten that Malfoy and I had the next class together. Lovely. Defense against the dark arts, with our new teacher, Professor Umbridge. Trying to squeeze by people who were taking up the entire hallway, but failing miserably, I managed to make it to class.

Unfortunately, I had to sit next to Pansy, as there were no more seats available.

"Good morning, children." Our new teacher said, and walked over to the chalkboard.

"Ordinary Wizarding Level Examinations..." She tapped each letter with her wand, annoyingly. "O.W.L., more commonly known as "owls"."

Umm, hello, we know how to spell...Well, maybe Goyle didn't.

"Study hard, and you will be rewarded. Fail to do so, and the consequences may be... previous instruction in this subject has been disturbingly uneven, but you will be pleased to know from now on we will be following a carefully constructed, Ministry-approved course of defensive magic."

Books started levitating towards us, dropping on our desks. 'Defense Against the Dark Arts: for beginners.'

"There's nothing in here about using defensive spells." Noted Hermione in her know it all tone.

"Using spells? Ha, ha! Why, I can't imagine why you would need to use spells in my classroom."

"We're not going to use Magic?" Asked Ron.

Honestly, do any of these Gryffindor's know how to keep their mouths shut?

"You'll be learning about defense spells in a secure, risk- free way."

"Well, what's the good of that? If we're going to be attacked, it's not going to be "risk-free"."

Merlin's beard! I whipped my head back to scowl at my brother for attracting attention to himself.

"Students will raise their hands to speak in my class. It is the view of the Ministry that a theoretical knowledge will be sufficient to get you through your examination which, after all, is what school is all about."

"And how is theory supposed to prepare us for what's out there?" Replied Harry. Not a raised hand in sight.

"There is nothing out there, dear. Who do you imagine wants to attack children, like yourselves?" She asked. Her attempt at remaining oblivious to recent events only made me like her less.

Please, please don't say it Harry. I know exactly what you're thinking and i'm begging you not to mention-

"Oh, I don't know, maybe... Lord Voldemort?"

Everyone started to whisper. Some looked genuinely scared, where others.. mainly the Slytherin's, chuckled. Umbridge however, did not look pleased. In fact, she was so furious that she started to turn a shade of red.

"Now, let me make this quite plain," Umbridge said through gritted teeth. "You have been told that a certain dark wizard is at large once again.!"

"It's not a lie! I saw him, I fought him!"

"Detention, Mr. Potter." Umbridge said in a calm tone.

"So, according to you Cedric Diggory dropped dead of his own accord?"

"Cedric Diggory's death was a tragic accident."

"It was murder! Voldemort -"

"HARRY YOU PRAT, SHUT UP!" I yelled, glaring at my twin menacingly.

I needed to get out of this class. I got up from my seat, gathered my belongings and stormed out of the classroom. Not caring at all if I upset our new professor.

I walked through the swarm of students and slipped away into Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. No one, and I mean no one, ever came in here. Except me, of course. I came here whenever I needed to be alone. Well, not entirely alone. I had Myrtle to talk to. The only person, well, ghost, that knew of my secret hiding place.

It was weird to her that I would want to hide out in a place that was once Voldemort's, but I reminded her that Voldemort had not hid in the bathroom, merely walked through it to get to the real hiding place, The Chamber of Secrets. I'd spent hours looking for the entrance, but never had any luck. It's a shame, the chamber would be cool to explore now that the Basilisk is dead.

"Myrtle," I called out softly.

I waited patiently, knowing how slow my friend could be at times. Walking over to the sink, I looked at my reflection. My eye's were rimmed red from crying. I started gathering my long, auburn hair into a ponytail. A few minutes went by and I was about to leave the bathroom and come back another time, when I heard a light splash from Myrtle's toilet.

Sometimes, I mistook Myrtle for Harry. Now there's someone that could most definitely be Harry's twin. Her jet black hair was the same shade as my brothers and she wore the same horrid, round glasses.

"Ella!" She yelled in a high pitched voice.

"Myrtle!" I yelled back, excitedly.

Suddenly wishing I could give her a hug, but knew it wasn't possible.

"So, how was your holiday?" She asked.

"Oh you know, same as always," Sighing loudly. "Well, Harry almost got expelled!" I added happily.

"Almost? What happened?"

I proceeded to tell Myrtle about how Harry had used the Patronus Charm to save my annoying cousin, and how Harry had received a note from the Ministry. Then, I told her about what I witnessed at the Ministry during Harry's hearing. Just as I was about to ask her about her holiday, I remembered my dream.

"Oh yeah, and I had a slightly disturbing dream about Voldemort." I added, receiving a worried look from my friend. "He was asking one of his followers why I hadn't been captured and brought to him." I said worriedly.

"Ella.." She started.

"It's only a dream, nothing to worry about." I tried to assure her. And possibly, myself.

"Ella, I'm dead and even I know that dreams can be very important for what lies ahead."

Well, that was a comforting thought. I should have just kept my mouth shut.

"Also, Harry made a scene in class about Voldemort's return..." I said quietly.

"What an arse." Myrtle replied and I knew talking about Voldy was a touchy subject with her.

I laughed at her remark and got up off of the ground.

"Well, I gotta go. Going to be late for class."

"Come see me later!" Myrtle screeched.

"I will, I promise."

I smiled at her one last time and walked out of the bathroom and into the sea of people.

The rest of my classes were actually pretty good. That is, until lunch came. I was sitting with Daphne, eating some chips when I felt a light tap on my shoulder. I turned my head around to see Malfoy.

"Uhh, Hi...Potter, you okay? You sort of, well, stormed out of class." He said. He seemed nervous. How peculiar.

My jaw literally hit the floor. I mean like literally. Daphne had to shake me out of my shocked state.

"Leave her alone, Malfoy." Daphne said, concerned for me.

"Stay out of this Greengrass, I was only trying to help." He gave a glare to Daphne and set his gaze on me. Surprisingly, it didn't look menacing at all.

"If you need me to punch your brother in the face, I will." Then, he smiled at me.

My jaw dropped for a second time. To be honest, i'd never even seen Draco Malfoy smile before. It was kinda a good look for him. What? No!

Realizing I must of looked completely stupid, I looked to Malfoy and gave a small smile.

"Thank you, I will, err, take that into consideration. But, I usually beat my brother up." I replied.

Malfoy gave a small chuckle. "Sure thing, Potter. Let me know if you need help."

He then walked away from Daphne and I, leaving us in a shocked state. I stared back down at my chips, suddenly feeling a bit sick.

I had just made a joke with Malfoy. Draco Malfoy and I were joking. Together. And he'd asked if i was okay...What's going on?

This was all Harry's fault. It had to be.

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