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It was the first of September and I was heading back to Hogwarts for my 6th year. The last time I had seen anyone from school was 4 days ago when Draco Malfoy came to the house. I was still no closer to finding out what he was doing there. I had decided to watch him very closely this year and keep an eye out for any suspicious behaviour.

I had no sooner got onto the platform before I was engulfed by hugs from my two least favourite friends. Harry and Ron had practically knocked me over and we were now getting in everyone's way as they tried to get to the train.

"Ok guys we're going to have to move." I said as kindly as I could which still resulted with a strict tone that you would've thought belonged to a teacher. I made a face over their shoulders and I noticed out the corner of my eye Ginny Weasley looking at me with a shocked expression. Oops, looks like I'm going to have to talk too little miss Weasley. At least she isn't as bad as her annoyingly stupid brother and The-Boy-Who-Wouldn't-die.

In actual fact Ginny had grown up quite a lot from the previous years. Her hair had grown longer and it could be my imagination, but it had started to look a little darker than the normal flaming red that made her family stand out from the rest. She had also filled out during the summer and had grown into the young woman that was now walking over to meet me.

"Later. Common room 6 o'clock." She muttered as she brushed past us.

"Hey, mione, what was up with Ginny? She looked like she'd seen a ghost.

"Maybe she caught sight of your hair." I spat out as I shoved past them. Maybe I should have been more careful and been a little more polite.

As I climbed aboard I was whisked back into my memories and the reason things are the way they are.

After Fathers failed attempt to return during the tri wizard tournament and then the uneventful year for the whole of my fifth year at the castle, I did not hold much hope in whatever plans people had come up with.

I sat contemplating these thoughts before the compartment door opened and non other than Draco Malfoy walked in. At first he had his signature smirk before I gracefully stood up and said.

"I do believe that this is my compartment. Therefore I would like you to get out." He looked shocked at the amount of authority and I smirked as his mask dropped for a few seconds to show the boy behind. Then the moment was gone and the smirk was firmly back in place. I had to admit that he looked good this year. I hadn't got more than a glimpse the night at my house so I was surprised when I saw he had filled out and those muscles had to be from being on the Quidditch team.

"Well too bad I'm sitting here now." He sat in the seat opposite me and put his feet on the bench I was sitting on. We sat there in complete silence for the rest of the journey , watching the grey looming country- side dart past through the windows, but as we were getting off the train at the platform at hogsmede, I saw the tell- tale twinkle in his eye that I had come to associate with the nosy headmaster. This was the sign I had been waiting for to tell me that my dad had sent someone on a successful mission 'maybe I wont have to hide who I am for much longer' the though swirled around my head as I got off the train.

"Why on earth do we have to wait for the midgets to be sorted?" Ron's voice cut through my quiet contemplation as his whining became more persistent.

"Well Ronald, if you try to remember when you were a first year," she began as though talking to a child, "we had to be sorted to know what table we could sit at and therefore eat at." Ron had become more well built over the summer; he had filled out and become more stocky instead of the tall, lanky, awkward boy I waved goodbye to from platform 9 ¾ at the end of last year. However, he may look more like a man but his mentality still remained that of a 3 year old and that, paired with old hatreds, made being civil a long forgotten dream with me very carefully disguising my disgust at the two boys eating across from me.

I looked at the ceiling and saw the inky black sky above that matched my mood perfectly. The hall had been decorated for the welcome feast and amid the gold, blue and red decorations I noticed that there were no greens anywhere. A fact that, although overlooked by many, did not go unnoticed by a certain member of the Slytherin house. As though he felt my eyes on his face he looked up and smirked at me making me frown and look away.

"Mione are you ok, you've been acting weird," oh great just what I needed, another idiot noticing my attitude. I turned to look at Harry, but as I opened my mouth to speak an ear- piercing scream filled the air.

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Ginny Weasley stood in the entrance hall, frozen with what I assumed to be fear. He back was as straight as pole and she was looking straight ahead, through anyone who stood in front of her.

I pushed my way to the front and looked deep into her eyes. I had a feeling that it was mind control of some sort and I was right. I crept into her mind. Slowly, so as to keep risk of any damage low. I reached out to her and gently but firmly pulled her consciousness back to the top.

I wasn't sure why I did it, but something was stopping me from just leaving her there. I caught her as she fell forwards into unconsciousness. I felt a strange protectiveness towards the girl in my arms and, as much as that thought scared me, I knew I would have to protect both her and my secret.

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