I do not own Harry Potter. However in my story I inserted a character of my own, which I think will make things more interesting. The story starts from Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix and goes on until the end of the movies. And once again I do not own Harry Potter.

The Incident

It was another cloudy day accompanied by wind. The clouds were rising across the sky, debris rolling along the ground... The pale boy wasn't the outgoing type. He didn't liked this type of weather and yet, there he was , walking down Diagon Alley with his loyal companions Crabbe and Goyle.

They were like always blabbing around about something he didn't want to hear or participate at the conversation. Lucky for him, whenever this occurred (the most of the time) he drifted away with his thoughts. He appeared somehow unbothered by the opinion of others and had that glazed expression on his pale face. The tall boy was walking with his shoulders back, his pale blond hair whipping around along with his coat and scarf. With one hand in his pocket, and with the other one holding a book he just retrieved for his father, he blinked fast due to the wind. Oh how he hated the weather. Usually he wouldn't be walking around at this weather, but it was after all the start of a new school year, which meant he had to pick up some things before going home and getting packed. They stopped before Flourish & Blotts and entered the shop.

-Draco?

-What? - the blond said with a pinched expression on his face.

-Would you mind if we looked around while you're searching for that book of yours?

-Just go. I'm much better off without you two. - the pale boy said with arrogance reeking from his words and went in the opposite direction of the two boys. He stopped and he started questioning himself about the location of the book.

That bloody book! Where the hell is it? It was right here the last time I saw it! The boy crossed his arms and took a deep breath. Those idiots! I'll go right there and give them a piece of my m... His thought was left unfinished as he felt a movement, like someone just crossed right by him except there was no one there. He looked around him. Nothing. Great, now he was getting paranoid about someone who isn't really there. This just wasn't his day. Now that I have confirmed that I am delusional, I can go to that book seller and...

And there it was again. Only this time he was sure that there is someone in that section with him. Is somebody following me? Or it's just those two idiots messing around? They wouldn't!

And yet again there was this movement around him. It was so close to him, it almost touched him, he could feel the breath in his neck in that split second as it passed him. What the hell it was? He turned around to see from where it was coming and looked around expecting it prepared this time. It moved behind him. Only this time it wasn't that precise and careful like the other times, and it threw some books down. He turned around and heard heavy breathing. While he went to the bookshelf and bend a little ,he sensed he was closer to the source of the breathing but wasn't quite there. He moved few steps to the left. Now he was sure it was there.. He was still , with a wondering glance in his achy greyish eyes, and pushed down the books of the shelf down. And there it was. His eyes were wide open. He saw the most beautiful black, allemande, onyx eyes looking right at him along with perfectly shaped eyebrows and a bit of the black and white cap on her forehead.

Yes it was no longer it. She slightly moved back, as he looked at her face. She was with no doubt the most beautiful creature those grey eyes of his had seen... And yet she tried to kill him. Wait what?

He was unaware of this until he sensed a stroke at his back. He screamed and squeezed his eyes shut at the pain he suddenly felt.

-Mobilicorpus! -the girl screamed in front of him, transporting him off reach. He felt his heartbeat trashing in to his ears as he was trying to fight that uncontrolled shaking.

The girl pushed the bookshelf with all the books on to the man who was standing on the other side of it. Wait, wait. A man stood behind him and he didn't notice him at all?

- Impedimenta! -the man shouted and the bookshelf started slowing down at the fall.

- Expelliarmus! - the man shouted again

- Finite Incantatem! -the girl said and the spell was stopped.

- Petrificus Totalus! - and the man fell down to the ground.

During this whole duel the girl was calm and her pale face was emotionless. It was like she was doing this every day of her life. Like she wasn't even in a life threatening situation in the first place. She took a deep breath as she saw the few people approaching the scene.

- Reparo!

- Obliviate! - the girl shouted at all of the persons present at the scene except Draco Malfoy. On the other hand Malfoy wasn't feeling very well. After all he was wounded and shaking uncontrollably, and confused. What the hell did she thought she was doing?

That little bitch! Does she really think that if she fixes that bookshelf, and erases everybody's memories that she will get out of this that easily? My father will hear about this! And she will be punished for injuring me!

The girl, however turned in the direction he was laying, watching him shaking. She started walking towards him. And with every step she made Draco started drifting away, gasping for air. He took one last look at her, but he couldn't see anything specific enough with which he could recognize her thanks to the blurry vision he was experiencing. And so he gave up and blacked out.

15 minutes later, there he was , sitting on the floor and shouting. Yes shouting. You would think that it was because of his injury, or maybe it was fear. Wrong.

-You idiots! I told you already I'm fine now! No, I am not sick, no I am not having a fever, I was attacked by that girl! Oh, wait until this gets out! You will be out of this book business of yours for good !

- But Draco, you are not injured! - One of the boys was trying to make some sense in to him.

- And everything is in perfect order; there is no sign of a fight or what so ever!

- I am telling you...

- Draco it's in your head. Nobody remembers anything of which you spoke, there is no inj...

- You dare doubt in me? - the pale boy suddenly shouted, glancing a dark look over to the boy that spoke. He breathed deeply, clenched his fists and stood up. The look on his face was terrifying. The other boy looked away and then looked at him. He froze as he saw the red face of Draco. He was officially pissed and he was his target. And the both boys knew what was next.

-Are you accusing me of lying Goyle?

- N-n-n... No Draco, but it's just that.. - the boy tried to get out of it as soon as he could but he was cut by the rage of the blonde boy.

- Do I look like I am mad? - the blonde said as he took a step closer to the boy, bringing him face to face to the terrified boy in front of him, taking a deep look in to his eyes.

- Do you now? - he shouted irritated by the silence. The other boy just froze and he barely had the strength to stutter the words.

- N-n-n No! - he barely said

- Listen to me, the both of you. I am telling this for the last time. I was attacked. That bloody bitch tried to kill me, and as soon as my father hears about this he will make sure that this book store is closed, for good ! - the boy said looking at the seller.

-And you idiots wouldn't noticed it even if she hadn't erased your memories. I don't care what any of you think. After all it isn't you that have been attacked. I'm not surprised either. Your lives are worthless. - the boy said and rushed out of the store. The two boys looked at each other and ran so they could reach the blonde.

Later that day at The Leaky Cauldron.

-Draco we didn't meant it in that way. Of course we believe you! - Crabbe was trying to convince him.

-It was that entire book seller fault in the first place. How dare he plot such a conspiracy!

- Oh shut up!- The boy said and drank his pumpkin juice. He paid and stood up.

- I am going home. I had enough of you and that assassin.

Both of the boys stood up and accompanied him as he walked out of the pub.

Later, the table was being cleaned as the waiter spotted the forgotten book. He intended to take it to his boss as he heard footsteps. He raised his head and saw a pale girl with onyx eyes, medium sized curly, black hair with a black and white cap and scarf. Her expression wasn't telling much. It seemed somehow emotionless.

-May I help you miss?

-I will take this book. - she said with a clod tone.

- Is it yours? -No, not actually.

The waiter took another look at her.

-I intend to return it to its owner. He is a very close... friend of mine. He will be most disappointed if he returns and does not find it here.

The waiter gave a thought or two and eventually he gave up.

-I shouldn't be doing this, but we wouldn't want such beautiful lady to worry so much about her friend now do we? - he said giving her the book, smiling at her.

She took it carefully and went out of the pub. She opened the book.

Lucius Malfoy. Well than mister Malfoy maybe I should pay you a visit?

The wind blew right at her face and took her out of her thoughts. Many people were walking by as she took a deep breath and disappeared.