I shot straight up, sweat on my burning face. I was panting hard, my heart beating fast. Each time I have that dream, it ends like this. Every detail had seemed so real, it was like I was watching a movie of my earlier life. How many times I wanted to reach out my hand and touch my real mother's face, and beg why it had to happen like this. Was I some sort of cursed child, that might have started the fire? Did she not love me? Did she ever care to think that I might remember this day, and dream of it constantly? Apparently not.

It is foolish of me to think like that, dreams of the past are only part of the stage I am going through. My mother and father were so happy when we discovered that I was, in fact, a witch. It made so much sense. Why the gold fish started swimming in thin air, how I would literally float out of bed. They believed that the house was haunted by demons, so we moved to a different city. But strange occurrences kept happening, and the neighbors soon grew wary. And then the letter came, and we literally went crazy. We ate nothing but sweets for two days, that's how excited they were. It was insane.

I washed my face with a towel and stared at my reflection. I thought I saw something move in the other room, and went to explore. I was walking out the common room door when someone yelled, "Where the bloody hell do you think you're going?" I don't remember what happens next. I never had that experience. Forgetting something, or not having any clue what happened. All I remember was going back to bed.

The next days were uneventful, but then I started having flying lessons. Flying lessons. Flying on brooms. The idea seemed mad, and extremely dangerous, but I couldn't care less. We were having the class with Gryffindors, which most of my peers were upset about. Malfoy was off his rocker, talking about how amazing he was on the stick. I sincerely doubted it. He seemed to be all talk anymore, and yet he still had his followers. I absolutely loath him now. He is a spoiled brat who gets sent candy and treats from his parents almost every day.

The lesson started out nicely, Potter's being one of the first ones up. Mine jumped into my hand, and I grinned. A boy named Neville was having problems, and he was very nervous. Madam Hooch then said, "On my whistle – three – two -" but Neville was already going up. He started to flip around on his broom in a seizure-like movement. He fell with a THUD and horrible cracking sound. We winced as Madam Hooch helped him to go the hospitial wing, and Draco started laughing once the pair were out of sight. "Did you see his face, the great lump?" and his gang laughed with him. An Indian girl named Parvati snapped, "Shut up, Malfoy," Pansy then hissed, "Ooh, sticking up for Longbottom? Never thought you'd like fat little cry-babies, Parvati." Malfoy then grabbed Neville's Remembrall from the grass and Harry said, "Give that here, Malfoy." It got very quiet and everyone stood still.

Draco smiled and said, "I think I'll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to find – how about – up a tree?" "Give it here!" yelled Harry as Draco mounted his broomstick and flew away. "Come and get it, Potter!" Harry grabbed his broom. Hermione Granger then shouted out, "No! Madam Hooch told us not to move – you'll get us all into trouble." But Harry ignored her, and flew up to Malfoy with ease. We all stared dumbfounded at him. They continued to argue, but then Draco threw the glass ball across the field. Something inside me stirred as Harry raced to catch it. Without realizing it, I was rising off the ground and heading for Malfoy. I had a crazed look in my eye. This was the last straw. No more bullying, I'm not letting this happen. I was heading right at him, but he was too late from the warnings he received from his friends. I whacked on the back of the head, causing his broomstick to race to the ground. I caught him before he fell, and placed him on the grass. I then kicked him in his sensitive spot and screamed, "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU! That is NOT what being a Slytherin is about! Bullying people may be the only god-damn thing you are good at! And that says something!"

By this point harry has returned with the ball, and Professor McGonagall stands there, shocked. In fact, everyone around me is utterly quiet. "Wh-what's wrong? I was just doing what a slytherin is meant to do, stand up for what is right." Marissa says, "That was brilliant mate, but that not why. Look at your hair.. a-and your eyes are-e…" I was then grabbed by McGonagall, and she took both me and Harry to her office. It was then that I got to see my reflection. My hair was burning bright red and my eyes were purple. There seemed to be a magical aura around. I backed away in horror, suddenly noticing everything. I started seeing things that were inside of her closets. The Professor shook me and yelled, "ZARA!" I fell backwards and go into a deep sleep.

Yes so this one was a little shorter than than the others, but it was left at a great cliff-hanger, and I am personally proud. Yes, most of that was copied out of the book. It was only because I wanted it to go sort of with the plot. Okay. Yeah. Plus, if it sucked, I wrote this at 5 am. I should start going to bed earlier.

Disclaimer: I may own Zara, but Draco Malfoy and the Harry Potter wizarding world is all J.K.'s.