Chapter 3 by the talented ellw0721, Enjoy! -EmuFrost

Chapter Three-I'm Yours

"Before the cool dawn run out, I'll be giving it my bestest, and nothing's gonna stop me but divine intervention. I reckon, it's again my turn to win some or learn some. But I won't hesitate no more, no more. It cannot wait, I'm yours."

The late summer breeze rippled through the trees in the courtyard, making Anabel shiver. She pulled her black robe tighter around her slim shoulders, using her other hand to support her books.

Anabel looked at the small watch on her wrist. 9:07. She was seven minutes late for potions class. Not again. It had been so hard to get around Hogwarts since she didn't remember anything.

The only things she remembered were her first name and her house, Gryffindor. Not even her last name. She was so pathetic.

"Are you bloody kidding me?!" Anabel shouted weakly at the sky. No one would look at her in the hallways. Was she a really bad person before she woke up? She couldn't remember. It was like she had some sort of disease that no one wanted to catch.

"Hey, aren't you supposed to be in class?"

Anabel turned sharply around to see a fifth year across the courtyard. He stood under a twisted willow. Anabel hadn't noticed him before.

"Uh, yeah. I don't remember where my class is, and I'm already…" Anabel looked at the watch again. "…nine minutes late."

The boy smirked a perfect, dorky smile. "What class?"

"Potions." Anabel mumbled. Of all classes, the one she despised. She rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, I hate potions too."

"What class are you supposed to be in now?"

"Potions." the boy shrugged. He was now only a few feet away now, and Anabel realized how cute he was. He had gold-blond hair, that fell in curly, straggly wisps across his prominent forehead. His chocolate, brown eyes shone in the midmorning sunlight, dancing with curiosity and mischief.

Anabel laughed. "What if you get caught?"

"I make up a lame excuse about going to the bathroom, or getting lost on my way to class. Would you like me to show you to your class? I might as well go, now that I know your going to be there." He smiled, stupidly bowed and held out his hand like an escort.

Anabel's heart leaped. "Sure. I'm Anabel."

He smiled. "Lysander. Lysander Scamander."

"Alright, Sander." Anabel looped her arm through Lysander's. "Show me the way."

"Your wish is my command, Ana."

Lysander grinned and led Ana to their next class.

Ana scribbled down the last of her notes, swung her bag over her shoulder and left Transfiguration class. She was in such a hurry because she promised to meet Lysander in the courtyard.

It had been a week since she had met Lysander in the courtyard. Ever since then he had met her in random places around the school, and each time they had talked about something different. Today, he said it was urgent that he speak with her, and that she meet him under the willow tree in the courtyard.

Lysander was comfortably stretched out under the same willow tree where Ana first saw him. Surrounding him were two girls with red hair. They looked the same age. He grinned. "Hey."

Ana couldn't help but smile back. "Hi."

"I hope you don't mind, but these are my friends." he pointed to one of the girls. She was more athletic with sharper facial features. "This is Isabel, but everybody calls her Izzy." he pointed to the other girl who had a rounder face and curlier red hair. "That's Phoebe."

Ana had to admit she felt a little jealous when she first saw them, but they seemed cooler, and they didn't run away when they saw her so she gave them a chance. "Hi, nice to meet you."

Two other teenagers walked up to the tree. One was a boy with dark, curly hair and grey eyes, and the other, who was holding his hand, was a girl with wavy, dark hair, prominent cheek bones, and was stunningly pretty.

The boy smiled. "So this is the famous Ana we've been hearing about? I'm Luke by the way." he stuck out his hand, but he seemed too mysterious for Ana to put judgement on him yet. Ana could see why he was a slytherin. She finally took his hand. "And this is Mia."

Ana smiled, but bit her lip. She must've known Lysander had friends. Ana had never been good at making friends, she knew that much.

"Ana." Lysander said interrupting her thoughts. "These are my friends. I wanted you to meet them." he grinned in that cute, cocky way. Ana couldn't help but love him.

"They're awesome." Ana finally agreed. At least they didn't cringe when she spoke, or turn away when she looked at them. Ana liked them already.

"Where did you two meet?" Izzy asked.

Lysander looked at Ana, and she shrugged. "Long explanation."

"Reasonable enough." Luke said. He broke away from Mia. "James!"

A boy with messy, black hair, green eyes, and an athletic built ran up to the group, clutching spell books in his arms. He went and stood by Izzy, and they both smiled at each other. There was obviously drama between them.

Lysander suddenly stopped smiling. "Ana, is this too much? I mean, meeting a lot of people. I-I really like you, and I don't want you to feel uncomfortable." He blushed and awkwardly shuffled his feet.

Ana grinned delightedly. He just said he liked her. He liked her. He liked her. "Are you kidding me? This is the best day of my life!" She hugged Lysander, but then pulled away and turned red.

"Drama." Phoebe said rolling her eyes. "It's so…dramatic."

Everybody laughed. That is, everybody laughed but Mia.

"Why do you care? It's not like you are dramatic, or full of drama at all." Mia said.

"Why are you making a big deal of drama anyway. You weren't part of it until you started dating Luke." Phoebe cringed.

"Why do you care about Luke and I anyway? Unless, you still like him." Mia fired back.

"Shut up!" Luke screamed. "You're causing a scene, do you want to attract more attention to us?"

Mia looked so offended, she scoffed. "I have to go." Mia turned and headed towards the dining hall.

"Mia, wait!" Luke called. He ran after her.

"I should go too." Phoebe looked longingly at Luke, turned and headed in the opposite direction.

"That headed down hill pretty quickly." James said. He looked over and Izzy and nodded. "We have to go to Quidditch practice."

"Yeah, sorry guys. It was nice meeting you, Ana." Izzy slipped her hand in James' and they headed towards the Quidditch field.

"Sorry about them. They're a little, cooky. But, you know, they are my friends." Lysander said.

"It's fine. They're really cool. Thank you for introducing us." Ana smiled, trying to make Lysander feel better.

Lysander curled his fingers around Ana's and looked her into brown eyes. The close Lysander leaned in, the more he noticed her eyes were brown-green, flecked with gold. "Thank you for trying to cheer me up. I appreciate you coming here today. And then, he leaned over and kissed her. His soft lips brushed her cheek and he pulled away as soon as he had leaned in. "I'm sorry, was that too forward?" He scratched the back of his neck nervously, but that just made Ana smile more.

"No, it was…wonderful." Ana said.

Lysander grinned. "Good."

He stood up and reached his hand down. "Want me to walk you to your next class?" his chocolate eyes danced.

"I would be honored to be escorted by the Lysander Scamander." Ana talked in a fake, prissy accent. She took his hand and they interlocked fingers.

"Shall we?" Lysander asked.

Ana grinned. "We shall."

And together, they walked to potions class.