Harry was surprised as he was Kohana easily caught up to them on their seventh long staircase, not breathing hard at all, but was even more so at the cut on her cheek.

"What-happened-Kohana?" Harry panted out.

"Nothing," She replied icily. Harry blinked at her hostility.

Divination Class…

Kohana's P.O.V

I sat drearily though the Sibyll's speech. You wouldn't need to take a class on these topics if you had been in the Spirit World. Being one of the ones closest to Yubaba (worker-wise, I might add), I often and to help her with such feats, learning much doing so. Even Zeniba, who I visited if day permitted, dealt with magic of sorts, but ours was much more…complex you might say, and much more developed. We had no need for the lengths of wood the called wands here, spoken item I possessed, for appearance purposes.

I had paired with Hermione Granger, and as we switched cups (the lesson was on tea reading, what ever good that was suppose to do) we both extanged looks of extreme boredom and disbelief.

"Might as well do it," I said with a sigh. She nodded tartly.

"Well, you've got sort of a long, dragon-looking thing curled around your cup-" she consulted the book, "which means dragons, or something to do with dragons," she quoted, and turned the cup, "and then a cresent moon-looking thing-' she consulted the book, "which means darkness, werewolfisim- Oh good lord, this is worthless!"

"I second that."

Hermione laughed a bit at that. She the cast another glance at my cheek, from where I was flying last night and cut it.

"If…you don't mind me asking, what happened?" Hermione asked, gesturing to my cheek.

I looked down, "Well…"

The Sibyll choose that moment to let out a ear piercing shriek. I swiveled my head around with amazing speed, to see her dropping in a vacant seat, a hand over her heart.

"My boy…my poor, dear boy…no…it is kinder not to say…no…don't ask me…"

"What is it, Professor?" a boy asked.

The Sibyll turn to Harry, "My dear…you have the Grim."

"The what?" said Harry.

Everyone seemed puzzled.

"The Grin, my dear, the Grim!" cried the Sibyll. "The giant, spectral dog that haunts churchyards! My dear boy, it is an omen-the worst omen-of DEATH!"

Everyone looked shocked, but me and Hermione. She went to the back of Trelawney's chair, and I leaned over the cup, looking it.

"It doesn't look like a Grim to me." We said at the same time.

Care of Magical Creatures Class…

"How?" Asked a cold, drawling voice.

"Eh?" Hagrid turned to the voice, as did I. The boy had light, light blond hair, and steel grey eyes.

"How do we open our books?" He repeated.

"Rub your finger down the spine." I said, making his head swivel towards me, then make him to a double take because of my eyes, also maybe because of my cheek.

"You say that like it's suppose to be an obvious thing." The Boy (I did not know his name) drawled, but I heard a slight waver in his voice.

I simply shrugged, turning back to the book in my hands. I had not opened it, yet it lay perfectly still.

"My…" I shook my head, "I think the book is scare of me…"

Hermione bit back a laugh, looking at it, "Is it dead?"

I set it on a rock, and poked it with a finger. It growled, "It's alive…"

Hermione giggled.

I did not mention the fact that I had stepped on it while in dragon form…it had been quiet ever since… I HAD seen stranger things than biting books.

Talking frogs, humans in the bathhouse, the Boiler Man, No Face… A walking lamp… a HUGE baby… the list goes on and on…

HAgrid launched into an explaination of Hippogriffs, the creature that we had our lesson on. HE asked who wanted to come nearer, and Harry vollenteered. Harry bowed to the creature, and it eventually bowed back.

"Alrigh's Harry! I think he'll let yeh ride him!" Hagrid exclaimed. Buckbeak turned one orange eye on me, and a shiver went down my spine. The thing was part bird, and I was a dragon… It HATED me!

I watched in amazement as Harry soared out of sight. I preferred my way of flying, thank you very much.

Harry soon landed, and as he got back in the crowd, the boy from earlier strutted up to the Hippogriff.

"You aren't dangerous at all are you?" He sneered.

"Malfoy, now yeh don'-"

"You're just a great, ugly brute-ah!" The Hippogriff reared, up ready to strike him. I quickly cast a confusion spell I had learned from Haku, so the boy didn't get hurt as bad. He only got a scratch on his arm.

"I'm dieing! Look at me, it's killed me!"

"Yer not dyin'!" said Hagrid, whom had gone pale, "Kohana, bit o help here?"

I walked up hurriedly to him, "I can take him, you can just stay here. Don't worry." Hagrid nodded, and gently hauled 'Malfoy' up to his feet. I slipped my arm under his, supporting some of his weight, muttering under my breath. He looked at me, but said nothing, keeping up his façade.

As soon as we got out of sight of the class, I sighed, stopping, "Come one now, Malfoy, I know you aren't hurt that bad."

He frowned, and stood up. I popped my shoulder.

"What was that spell that you used?" HE asked. I ignored him, holding out my hand.

"Arm." I commanded, and he reluctantly put his injured arm on my hand.

I examined it carefully, moving the cloth of his robes off the cut slowly, "You should be fine."

"What is your name?"

"Kohana Okawa. Yours?"

"Draco Malfoy."

"Well, nice to meet you." I said, "Thanks to you, I get to miss a class."

Draco looked at me confused, "You're Potter's friend aren't you?"

"Sort of. Why?"

"Why don't you hate me?"

I blinked in surprise, "Why should I go by his judgment? I came to Britain from freedom not the other way aroun-" I snapped my mouth shut, and started walking quickly away. I had said too much.

"Wait! Kohana! You were the dragon that night!? Weren't you!?" He called after me, and I froze.

"H-how do you-"

"I'm known for my late night wanderings."

"Please, don't tell anybody." I said quietly.

"Why? Isn't it an Animagius..?" Draco ventured.

"Of course it isn't! I thought you were smarter than that."

"I promise I won't tell…if you will possibly show me again…?"

I weighed my choices, then sighed, "Very well. Meet me tonight."

"Where?"

"Astronomy Tower."

HE nodded, and we headed to the Hospital Wing.

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