Chapter 2

I hung on one of the Hogwart tree branches upside down, with my eyes closed letting the sun beam on my face. When then I heard students moving around, it must be the end of the lessons.

"Oi, Sharp Ears!" Fred shouted at me while walking towards me, George following closely behind.

"Hi boys," I said smiling, opening one eye.

"You coming for lunch?" George asked.

"Yeah!" I shrieked and I back flipped off the branch, grabbed my bow and arrows and grinned, "Let's go! I do love lunch!"

Fred and George laughed.

"Sharp Ears," Fred said.

"Yeah," I replied, smiling.

"Don't tell anyone but-" Fred said

"-We've charmed Percy's quill-" George added

"-And don't forget his prefect badge!" Fred pointed out.

"Ahh yes, how could I forget?" George grinned.

"Nice one boys!" I said, pulling an arrow out of my quiver, and then placing it onto the bow.

"What you doing?" George whispered.

"Target practise," I shrugged, and released the arrow, which shot through the air at immense speed, skimming Malfoy's ear and hitting a key hole on a pair of wooden doors.

"Hey freak!" Malfoy called, "You missed me!"

"I wasn't trying to hit you, Princess!" I shouted back.

"Come on Azaelia," Fred and George hissed at me, "Don't mess with him, he's not worth it!"

"Oh but it's fun!" I grinned devilishly.

"What did you just call me?" Malfoy said, storming towards me, his face bright red.

Everything went silent and everybody stopped and stared, some even started gathering around us.

"I called you a Princess, pretty boy!" I said, crossing my arms, my bow still in my grasp. There was a few 'Oooo's from the crowd and some chuckles.

"You think you're so funny, don't you?" Malfoy hissed, "But you're just freak, a weird experiment! You don't belong here! You just 'magically' appeared all pretty and perfect, now everybody loves you eh?"

"You think I'm pretty and perfect?" I said, fluttering my eyelashes. Fred and George tried not to laugh behind me.

Suddenly Malfoy swung his leg back, and his foot smacked into my shin. The pain made my eyes water, but I kept keeping my position, as if it was merely a fly that just landed on me.

"Is that all you got twinkle toes?" I cooed.

Malfoy yelled and lunged at me but I just dodged to the side and he fell awkwardly on his ankle and banged his head on a tree trunk behind him.

Before he could stand up again , I swung an arrow into my bow and aimed at his head.

"Don't ever cross me Draco," I said now very serious, "You have no idea what you're dealing with, understood?"

Draco whimpered and I loosened my grip on the arrow.

"You know I'm going to get you some day!" Draco growled, "You filthy being!" he spat at my shoes.

"Wow! Say it, don't spray it!" I said.

Students were still staring at me, wondering what I was going to do next, but I just put my arrow back into my quiver and walked on, Fred and George still following me.

"Excuse me," I said to some people who were in my way, and judging by their shocked faces, they saw me make a fool out of Draco. They moved out the way, without saying a word.

When we were in the lunch hall I grabbed everything I could: loaves of bread, lumps of cheese, slabs of cold mutton, piles of salad, everything! I found out that if I eat well over here, I will be full when I get back to Middle-Earth so I won't have to find any food.

"You eat loads!" a boy called Neville Longbottom gaped, "Why?"

"I'm an elf," I said in a 'duh' voice.

"Well, I know that," Neville said, looking at my ears.

Oliver Wood from the Quidditch team looked at me, and I looked away. What am I doing? I've never done that before. Why am I suddenly feeling butterflies in my tummy?

I've known Oliver for a while; we've only talked once or twice. I've seen him play in the field, I've seen him injured before, and I healed him.

"Err hi," Oliver said from behind me. I turned around, my mouth full of salad, and swallowed a little too much, making me choke.

"Woah, you alright?" he said, thumping my back, I stood up in disgust.

"Don't touch me! Nobody touches an elf, got it?" I said and ran out of the hall, a piece of bread hidden in my hands.

I lay in my bed, trying to make sense of it all. Why did I react in that way? I've never been that rough on someone, unless maybe Draco...

"Heya!" said Ginny, who leapt onto my bed.

"Hey get off my bed!" I mumbled into my pillow.

"Look," Ginny said, ignoring completely what I just said, "Fred and George told me about what happened in the hall, they told me to talk to you and find out what's wrong, why did you stormed off like that,"

"I don't know," I shrugged, "Maybe I'm tired and I need sleep?"

"I get it," Ginny smiled, "But I might know why,"

I sat up quickly, and brushed my long blonde hair to my side.

"I think you might be in love," Ginny winked.

"Love?" I said, cocking my head to one side.

"Yeah," Ginny said, "Please tell me you know what I mean!"

"I do! I mean, I've heard of it before...but I've never felt it!"

"Really?" Ginny said, raising her eyebrows, "What about your family, do you feel love then?"

"I have a brother," I said, looking into space, "He's a lot older though, and I don't really see him."

"Why not?" Ginny said.

"I don't know," I said, "I did something stupid, incredibly stupid, and I lost everything, I stopped seeing my brother then."

"What did you do?"Ginny asked, twirling her red hair round her finger.

"Don't worry," I said, "It's not really that important..."

"Okay," Ginny said.

"If you don't mind, I'm going to have some sleep," I said.

"And wake up in your world?" Ginny said.

"And wake up in my world." I said.