"Watch where you're going, bitch!" Elodie snapped as all of her books fell out of her hands.

"Why don't you, you whore!" Ginny said eyeing the fishnet shirt covering a black bra underneath her school robes.

"Why, thank you! Such a lovely compliment." Elodie picked up her books and stalked off.

Ugh… That Ginny Weasley. A tackier person I have never seen. Someday I'll just lose control and…

"Miss Dirdel. Please sit down and take out you're things." Snape drawled cooly as she entered her advanced potions class. Since she had passed her regular potions class hands down in the first half of the year., Snape put her in with seventh years to challenge her.

"Everyone," Snape continued in a bored tone. "This is Elodie Dirdel. She could top all of you in her sleep if she wanted to. So, that means you all should work extra hard to even stand a chance."

Elodie looked in front of her. A frizzy haired girl suddenly sat up straighter in concentration. So, she's gonna challenge me…Elodie thought cruelly. She better watch out because I'm a force to be reckoned with.

That day, they were making the glamour potion. It changes your appearance either to make you more attractive or repulsive.

"This will be so easy, and Snape said this class was challenging." Elodie muttered to herself, prodding her wand under her cauldron and starting a fire.

After twenty minutes, she was finished. So was that frizzy haired girl in front of her. Oooo… I like a bit of competition. Most people were still struggling but no one as much as a red-head boy next to the know-it-all frizz-head.

"Do you need help?" Elodie whispered to him.

"Yeah," he whispered back.

"Dirdel! Weasley! Do you two have anything you wish to share with the class?" Snape snapped over the sizzling of cauldrons.

"No!" Elodie retorted. Who the hell is Weasley anyway? Snape turned back to his desk and she leaned over to the boy again. "Stir to the right five times and then add…"

"ELODIE!!" Snape shouted, coming up behind her and smacking the back of her head. Her forehead hit the desk in a rebound.

"But sir," she objected, rubbing the spot that he had just hit and the front of her head. "I was just offering this boy help. Trust me, he really needs it. No offense." she hissed to the boy.

"None taken."

"Alright then. Miss Granger, switch seats with Miss Dirdel."

The frizzy haired girl stood up and took Elodie's seat and she moved up on row.

"Thanks." The boy whispered with a broad smile on his overly freckled face as he looked at her.

"No problem."

She worked with the boy until the end of class. All the mistakes he had made were easy to fix and he had a perfect potion after she had tweaked it a little. After class, he stood up and held out one of his large hands.

"Again, thanks. You saved my-. Well, just, thank you. I'm Ron Weasley."

Oh, he's Weasley. Why does that name ring a large bell? Meh… I'll figure it out later.

"Again, no problem. I'm Elodie." As if Snape didn't say it enough already. She thought, taking his hand.

Just then, the frizzy haired girl and a black haired boy walked up behind the two of them.

"Oh." Ron said, looking back at them. "This is Hermione," He pointed to the frizz head. "and this is Harry." he motioned to the black haired boy.

"Nice to meet you." Hermione said, shaking Elodie's hand.

"You too. Are you… his girlfriend?" she asked, looking between them.

Hermione looked mortified by the very idea. "NO! Of course not."

Elodie suddenly caught sight of Harry. "Harry… could you possibly be… Harry Potter?"

"That's me." Harry sighed.

Elodie shook his hand but, in truth, wasn't really looking at him. She was looking at Ron, who was standing a few feet behind him. She had the strangest feeling in her stomach. Suddenly, she thought of an idea. She took out a note book and quill, tore out a page, and scribbled a note. Elodie looked up and found that Harry, Ron, and Hermione were giving her the strangest looks.

"Sorry." she said. "I just remembered something. Had to write it down before I forgot it again. Nice to meet you all.".

She started to stroll away. But, when she passed Ron, she stuck the paper in his hand. Ron looked down at it and a small smile crept over his face. Elodie kept her eyes straight ahead but a slight smile melted over her face as she walked away.

That night, Harry had a very strange dream.

He was at a desk with a black quill in hand. The paper was filled with red writing. The little paragraphs were sort of poetic looking but he couldn't read it. His hair fell in his face. He brushed it away, it was a lot longer than he was used to, all the way down to his chin. His vision was blurry. He reached a hand to his face and felt for his glasses. They weren't there, so he wiped his eyes. When he brought his hand away it was covered with black tears. Eyeliner. He thought, looking at his hand, confused. He did a double-take. The red poems were written on his hands and wrists. He followed them to his chest, where he had to avert his eyes. It wasn't his chest. It was a girl's. A girl wearing a very skimpy top. He put a hand to his face. There was blood on his fingers when he drew them away. He placed it back on his cheek. There were little raised bumps on the skin there. The red writing must've spread there too.

"He's not gonna be happy with me." Harry said worriedly. "How am I supposed to do this when… he… me…" His voice faded away in incoherent words. "I'll just deal with it later."

Harry looked down at the quill he was holding. A drip of red ink had splashed onto the parchment. With a shock a recognition, he looked at the quill. It was exactly the same as the one Umbridge made him use in detention two years ago. He looked back down at his hands and tried to read the red poems on his hand but just as he started to, the dream faded…

Harry woke with a start but the red words were still burned in his mind. He looked down. He was a boy again. Then he looked down at his hands, the words were not there. Tears fall from stars and blood from my lips… The words… What did they mean?