Sarah hated being in the dungeons for one reason and one reason alone, windows. There were none in the whole of the dungeon, not even little ones in the higher areas. Everything had a dark and gloomy feel to it. No wonder Slytherins are so miserable all the time, I would be too if I lived down here. She thought to herself. The winding catacombs seemed too menacing, especially the first few times she had visited the dungeon.

She kept up a quick pace while down in the lower areas. She knew that Hogwarts was old, very old. Remembering what her guardians had told her "Old things live in old places. Old things are something you must learn to avoid in the wizarding world". They had been a quite couple who raised her for most of her years. Until she was 8 years old to be exact, when for some reason they felt that they could no longer do a proper job of the task and handed her over to a new family. She felt so betrayed that day, so alone and rejected. One good thing did come of that, and his name was Draco. The Malfoy family didn't hesitate to bring her in like she was one of their own, Sarah would later learn how truly strange this was.

Sarah lived with them until they started to attend school. Draco and Sarah became quickly inseparable until Draco was sorted into Slytherin and Sarah into Gryffindor. But they did find ways around it; Draco had shown Sarah the ways through the dungeon into the Slytherin dorms. Where she was now headed. She made a left and then a right, two more lefts and she would be there when all of s sudden she ran right into a tall dark form. She jumped back quickly trying her best not to look too startled.

"And where are you headed?" It was professor Snape. He was no one who would challenge her, but for some odd reason he didn't seem to like her very much

"I'm…I'm" Sarah had no word. She couldn't very well tell him where she was going; it wasn't allowed to have someone from another house in your dorm. "I'm lost" she finally managed to say. It was stupid she knew, and he wouldn't believe her but he wasn't going to bother her about it. One of the up sides of being a newly found member of the Malfoy family, no one ever seemed to want to challenge you.

"Right, lost" he said coyly, as if trying to toy her into giving him the real reason. And it's not like she wasn't thinking it. She wanted to, purely to see what he'd do; she wanted to back him into a corner for it.

"Lost" she repeated.

"Very well, I'll show you the way out of the dungeon." Snap said "come along" he took her by the arm and began to drag down the halls close beside him.

It took a few minutes to find the way out of the catacombs but it took Snape far less time than it would anyone else. He knew the dungeons better than anyone. He even took a few turns Sarah didn't know existed; nor would be able to remember. They wound up standing just outside the great hall. Snape turned to Sarah sharply and looked around before pulling out his wand.

"What are you doing?" She demanded

"Well you should understand" he began, walking towards her igniting little sparks out the tip of his wand "why we can't have someone like you wandering around the castle unsupervised. Trust me young one, you do not want to be left alone where just anyone can find you" He stepped forward, cornering Sarah against a wall. She had no idea what on earth he was talking about; all she knew was that she was in a bad position. She moved for her wand.

"Ah- I don't think that would be in your best interest." Snap said catching her arm and moving the sparks closer to her face, she was beginning to feel the heat against her cheek.

"Sarah!?" A familiar voice called. It obviously startled Snape as much as Sarah because he pulled back quickly.

"We are not finished Sarah, I will be speaking to Dumbledore about this." Snap gave a quick glare and left.

"What on earth" Sarah whispered under her breath. The voice had been that of Ron Weasley, a boy not unknown to anyone. He was best friends with Harry Potter and a fellow Gryffindor.

"Are you alright?" Ron hurried over and asked. "That Snape can be a real nutter"

"Yeah" Sarah whispered. She didn't know if it was the excitement, the unreleased adrenaline, or just plain fear but she all of a sudden didn't feel very well. "Um, I think I had best get back to the Gryffindor tower." She said, taking only one step before collapsing on the floor.

"Bloody Hell!" Ron shouted, jumping forward to catch her. Sarah quickly tried to steady herself, but the room was spinning and she could no longer move, or speak.

"What the hell are you doing?" Sarah heard the shrill cry of Hermione Granger, a snotty stuck up girl with whom Sarah never particularly got along with. Simply because they were both very pushy people, they often clashed out of sheer desire to be the most important.

"She's having a bit of a trouble walking. She had a nasty run in with Snape, I don't know but I think he may have done something to her…she's just gone limp" Ron said, picking up one of Sarah's hands and letting it fall limp. Sarah made an uncomfortable groan.

"Oh goodness, here let me help you!" Hermione stuffed the books that she had been carrying into her bag and took Sarah's other arm over her shoulder and helped her stand. Sarah let out another groan, this one sounding more apologetic than anything else. She didn't understand why Snape would curse her. The best bet was that it was simply to keep her out of the dungeons for the rest of the night. He certainly accomplished that.

"Should we take her to the infirmary?" Ron asked

"I guess so, but I don't know how we'd explain how she got like this. We can't really say that Snape did it, though I don't doubt he did I know others might." Hermione replied as they began to make their way down the hall. "I don't think we have any other choice." Hermione and Ron started their way in the other direction, more towards the infirmary when Harry showed up

"I've been looking for you" he said stopping in mid sentence to ask the obvious "What the hell are you doing?"

"Well…she's uh paralyzed" Ron said with a sort of embarrassed laugh. Sarah groaned again, she just wanted to get out of there. She was now probably the most embarrassed out of anyone.

"Oh…right then." Harry said, obviously trying to make sense of it all. Though he didn't seem too fazed; where most kids would be completely shocked by a paralyzed girl, Harry simply offered to help. "Hermione, let me help carry her so you can run up to Mme Pomfrey and let her know were on our way.

"Got it" Hermione said and dashed away with her book bag in hand.

Sarah felt totally helpless as the boys dragged her through the hallways. This is so ridiculous. She thought to herself. It wasn't usual for her to be in a position like this; helpless. She didn't like it at all, mainly due to the fact she was in the arms of a boy who had long been looked at as an enemy in the household she grew up in. If only Loucious could see me now. She let a small smirk crawl across her face.

"Think this is funny do you?" Ron said, obviously discomforted by the whole thing.

"Nu-uhhs" Sarah murmured out. She then realized that the effects were slowly wearing off. She had begun to regain movement in her lips.

"Hey Ron, by the way…who's this?" Harry asked in a coy tone. It hadn't really occurred to Sarah that she had never actually been introduced to Harry. She of course knew who he was, but she on the other hand was never really noticed in class other than in a debate against Hermione.

"Oh, right this is Sarah…uh…Well actually I don't know her last name. She's a Gryffindor like us; I know you've seen her around once or twice." Ron seemed to drag on "She was my partner a couple times for some projects and such, she's quite bright-"

"I get it Ron" Harry finally cut off. He smiled graciously. Sarah would have given that smile five stars any day, he really was charming. Shut up, this is Harry Potter…he's not cute. She had to tell herself. She rolled her tongue to get the feeling back. Not enough to say anything just yet. But she didn't think she'd actually have to; Mme Pomfrey came bolting out of the infirmary just as they got to the doors

"Oh for goodness sakes" She let out "You boys, I see far too much of you boys!" she shouted.

"It wasn't us!" Ron said loudly in protest.

"Oh I know that, Miss Granger told me everything. What a silly girl to think she could pull off that spell on her own" Mme Pomfrey lead the way into a hall filled with beds and bedside tables, everything in a pale sickly blue color. The boys dropped her onto the nearest bed. They had about as much idea of what Hermione would have told Mme Pomfrey as Sarah did; none. Though Sarah had a feeling it couldn't have been anything very nice, considering Hermione's general distaste for Sarah's uncanny ability to make her feel inferior.

"Yeah…what was she thinking" Ron smiled. "But you can fix her right?"

"Of course I can!" Mme Pomfrey seemed almost insulted by the question. "You can come see her tomorrow, now you need to leave" Mme Pomfrey ushered the three of them out leaving Sarah at the mercy of the very large- and now angry- nurse. Thanks Ron