Authors Notes:

Hello and welcome to chapter two of the story! Thank you so much to all of you who reviewed! :D I really do love you guys! ^^

And thank you to my Beta Moonlight Pheonix for being so cool about things and taking no credit no matter what! ;D

Oh very Funny !

I saw that you edited that part ;D

But I still say that with out a beta I wouldn't be so happy!

And to answer Solia: She wasn't left alone in the house, but went to a boarding school through the year. Then, when the time came, she proved to have magical potential, so her sister spoke to Dumbledore about it and now she's at Hogwarts.

Onto the story!

"Summer... Summer wake up. Come on Summer, you can't sleep forever. You have to get up!" Summer opens her eyes to see Hermione leaning over her, brown curls tickling her nose. Summer laughs, getting up and stretching

"Hermione, what do you need? What time is it?" She rubs her eyes, painfully aware of the sun streaming through the windows. When did classes start again?

"It's time for breakfast and you're not ready." Hermione hands Summer her uniform, sighing at her roommate. "Honestly, you're just as bad as Ron sometimes."

"Ah! I can't believe this!" Summer exclaims, biting off curses as she gets out of bed in a rush. She hops around the room, putting her skirt and stockings on. She brushes her hair quickly, hoping that it's not frizzing up around her face like usual.

"Try not to be too late." Hermione adds as she walks out of the dorms towards the Great Hall. "I'll save you some food."

"God how can I be so stupid!" Summer asks herself as she's slipping on her shirt and sweater. "Why didn't I wake up to the alarm?" She looks over her bed only to remember her broken alarm clock and its demise. "Oh yeah..." She mutters, remembering that she'd thrown a pillow on it earlier when it wouldn't be quiet. "Gah! I have to get down there!"

Summer walks in, already hearing the incessant chatter of the students. They seem to barely note her presence as she walks in. "Summer, over here!" Hermione gives her a wave, pointing to the steaming plate of pancakes next to her. Summer goes to sit next to her, seeing Harry and Ron give off a friendly smile.

"Why so late?" Ron asks, smirking at the fact that for once he isn't the last one to arrive.

"Ron! You got here ten seconds before her!" Hermione whacks him on the shoulder with her copy of The Daily Prophet, Giving him a sarcastic smile.

"I ain't too much of a morning person." Summer dips her head, shoveling pancakes into her mouth with abandon. They're good, but not nearly as good as Kristy's.

"Sis!" Summer hears the familiar voice calling and can't help but smile.

Kristy!" She looks up to see her sister running towards her. "Guy's this is my sister Kristy. She's the head girl for Hufflepuff. Kristy this is Hermione, Ron, and Harry." She points to each one as she introduces them and finally turns back to her sister expectantly.

"Nice to meet you all." Kristy says, smiling. However, her smile slowly fades as she finds a seat across from her sister. "Summer why didn't you want to be in Slytherin? Did something happen?" Her sister's face shows worry, as if she's been up all night, thinking.

"I–I" Summer can't even respond, so choked up. For the most part, it's not even about the boy who'd picked on her yesterday. It's just about seeing Kristy look so worried and tired.

"She was afraid of them." Harry intercedes, coming to Summer's rescue.

"Who's them?" Kristy asks, her face taking on a shade of deep concern. The Golden Trio doesn't say anything, but simply points over to Malfoy and his gang. They have their trademark sneers on as they eat their breakfast. "Those guys?" Kristy shoots a stern look at her blushing sister, trying to figure out why her brave sister was quailed by them.

"They might have... given me a hard time on the train." Summer shrugs, trying to let the whole incident die on the spot. "But I'm happy here and I've made some new friends, so I should be fine." She finishes, trying to back up her argument with her new friends so conveniently placed around her.

"Hm…" Her concerned sister sighs, looking slightly forlorn as she stood up. "Ok then, but if they ever give you a hard time again– and I mean ever –then come to me. You guy's too" She gives them a smile then leaves, joining another group of Hufflepuff girls.

"Wow, she is protective." Ron jokes, laughing as Kristy leaves.

"Yeah. She's always like that, but you get used to it." Summer glances over to the Slytherin table, slightly distracted.

"What is it?" Hermione follows her eyes, trying to figure out what she's looking at.

"Curious..." Summer mutters, analyzing the Slytherin boy across the hall from her. His cold eyes appraise her as they lock eyes for a second. They each dare each other to look away, eyes taunting the other.

"What's curious? Malfoy?" Harry and Ron are synced, minds pumping out the same questions at the same pace. Summer turns away from Malfoy and nods with a worried look, pursing her lips as she looks at the boy.

"There is something peculiar about him. I'm just not sure what." She can't put her figure on it, but continues to wonder what it is that makes her so nervous around him.

"His face." Ron laughs as if it were the most hilarious joke in the magical world. It's not, but it earns a couple of chuckles from the Summer.

"It's probably nothing." She says, thinking still.

"Got something to say to me?" Summer snaps out of her thoughts to see Draco walking up her, glaring.

"I–I don't." She stutters nervously. God, what has she gotten herself into?

"Save it!" He sneers as he crosses his arms with that pureblood superiority he loved to throw around. "Me and you, thirty minutes!" He pulls his wand out, indicating that he's ready to duel at any time.

"That isn't allowed!" Hermione stands up, looking for a professor to stop the madness that seems to have gripped Malfoy.

"Now, now." They all hear a hardened voice from the front of the hall and look for its owner.

"Professor Snape!" Summer gets up from the table and backs up a little, scared at what the duel might hold for her. "Professor, Malfoy is challenging Summer to a duel" Hermione explains, trying to get him to stop what would certainly be Malfoy's victory.

"I'll allow it." He simply glances over to her, barely registering the pest talking to him. Exclamations of shock are all that is heard though out the hall as the entire Gryffindor table realizes the severity of the situation. The hall goes silent, waiting for the retort by the Golden Trio.

"Professor, how can you say that? Summer knows almost nothing." Harry asks in shock, apologizing lowly to Summer.

"It will be interesting and if it is monitored, I see no harm." He sits back down in his seat, actually quite excited to see the new addition to Golden Trio get decimated by his godson, despite his cold demeanor.

Draco simply smirks and turns around to Summer. Walking past her to his seat, he whispers in her ear. "Today, you die." He smiles as he walks away, leaving Summer standing there, horrified expression still stuck on her face.

Ten minutes before showdown~

"Severus, are you sure this is safe?" Dumbledore inquires, turning to the potions Master. He trusts the man, but it still is a little… odd.

"I just think Malfoy needs to show his improvement." He lied coolly, watching his godson with his friends. He wouldn't admit it but it took the sorting hat a while to sort Summer, which was quite strange in itself. He knew Potter was the stronger of the two but Summer's power was a complete mystery to most.

"Alright," Dumbledore begins, "but if this gets out of hand, it will be in your hands." He walks away, taking a seat to watch the match.

In the period before the match, Hermione tries to teach Summer charms and spells to defend herself with, but they're far from ready when Harry comes announcing that it's time for the match to begin.

On one side of the platform, Draco Malfoy walks in, confident and ready. On the other Summer walks in frightened, afraid of what Malfoy will do to her and all the eyes that stare right though her.

"This is a duel between Summer Knight and Draco Malfoy." Snape drawls from his seat. "Take your stances." Summer does so, nervously shaking as she preapres. "Duel." Snape says tonelessly, watching the two students.

Malfoy quickly steps forward, swinging his wand in the start of a curse. "Mobiliarbus!" He points at an unoccupied chair in the corner. It shakes for a second, before launching itself at her. Summer attempts to dodge it, but grimaces in pain when it hits her arm.

She staggers, clutching her arm, which has begun bleeding. "T-Tarantellegra!" She shouts nervously, pointing her wand at him with little conviction. The spell flies at him and knocks him about five feet from where he stood.

Malfoy gets up glaring, but is surprised to feel fine… until he feels a tingling sensation is coming over him. He starts… dancing, much to his chagrin. Tangoing down by the teachers, he is red with mortification. Everyone laughs, but cheers him on anyways. "Oh No!" Summer realizes that she cast the wrong spell. "Finite… Incantatum!" She pauses slightly as she struggles to remember the words, but is pleased when he stops dancing.

"Now take this, Locomotor Mortis!" Summer falls to the ground, unable to move her legs. Too distracted, Summer is unable to stop her wand from being blasted away. She panics, struggling on the floor to think of something before she loses.

"No!" Harry and the others shout, desperate to help her, but unable to.

"I–I for-" She is about to forfeit, when something clicks and she remembers one of the spells that Hermione had taught her. "Accio!" She wandlessly casts the spell, but her wand comes racing to her. "Mobiliarbus!" She cries, pointing at a table as she directs it towards Draco.

He scoffs, pointing his wand at her. His wand moves, but Summer can only hear the word that he triumphantly yells. "Incendio!" Fire leaps from his wand and rages around him, destroying the table and turning it to ashes.

Summer watches, acknowledging her defeat as she can no longer move her legs and has run out of spells to use.

Malfoy smirks, knowing he has won. As Snape declares Malfoy the victor, the flames begin to surround Summer. Summer coughs, desperately trying to escape the heat crushing her. She pulls herself along with her arms, but finds no exit and begins to fear for the first time that she might… die.

Draco hears Summer shrieking and it only intensifies after a wooden column falls. Oh my God. It must have crushed her! Other students start to scream and run from the hall. Harry and the others run towards Draco trying to get him to stop it.

Draco can't even think straight as he watches the flames and realizes that Summer must have been crushed beneath the column. "F–Finite Incantatum!" He yells trying to stop his spell, only to find that he's lost control of it. "It isn't working!" He falls to the ground, staring at his wand as he tries to figure out what happened.

"Finite Incantatum!" Snape roars, stepping into the fire. The flames immediately vanish, leaving the Potions Master standing among the wreckage. He casts another spell and the floor and columns repair themselves. "Ms. Granger, alert Madame Pomphrey that she is required."

~Summers POV~

"Why am I on the floor? Why is my arm bleeding? Did he get me… Yeah, I bet he did. But why did it end up like this?" I think, as I lay on the floor, staring at the fire coming towards me. "How did this happen? What did ever do to deserve this?" Through the fire, I see something… a face that doesn't quite belong with the others.

The face of a murderer. It takes a second for me to realize who it is and then it all hits me at once. He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Voldemort. He's standing there, staring at me, smirking as he enjoys my pain. Then he vanishes in a cloud of black smoke.

I hear someone screaming in utter terror. Oh, I think it's me, but I'm not sure. But I'm snapped from my slight out-of-body experience as something crashes down on my arm.

I scream in agony as my arm is crushed. Warm tears run down my cheeks, leaving salty tracks that oppose the grey ash that has settled on my face.

All I can see is the flames towering above me… The owls are screeching, flying around to escape the smoke…

All is turning to a blur… I don't know… what to do…

~End of POV~

Summer groans slightly as she returns to consciousness. She rubs her eyes with her hands, trying desperately o remember what had happened. Then the duel came back to her in a wave of flashbacks. And that face. His face.

Voldemort.

"Is she going to be all right?" Summer can hear her sister's anxious voice echo throughout the hall. It's filled with panic, anxiety laced within each syllable as she tries to judge her sister's condition.
"Yes, just wait outside." A motherly voice says, one that Summer doesn't recognize. But it's tired and annoyed as if Kristy had been there all day. She probably has been.

"Summer?" She hears a boy's voice last. Summer opens her eyes, squinting against the light filtering through windows. She sees Harry smiling in relief as her eyes adjust. Ron is gazing over her and even Hermione by her side.
"G–guys?" Summer attempts to get up, but the pain in her arm says otherwise and she gasps in pain. She gratefully falls against the pillow

"She's awake!" Hermione smiles as Kristy rushes over to see her.

"Sis!" Summers face lights up as her sister embraces her.

"Summer what happened!" Harry whispers, horrified that she was put in the Hospital Wing. For a duel to end that badly…

"M–Malfoy couldn't control the spell." Summer ducks her head, still slightly embarrassed that she hadn't been able to get away.

"Why that little!" Kristy rolls her sleeves up, as if preparing to go give that boy a beating. Hell, she probably would, knowing how protective Kristy was of her sister.

"No, it's okay… It wasn't Malfoy. Someone ...bewitched it..." She explains, remembering the battle in full. They all lean in, listening for the answer of who did it.

"Bloody-hell...how do you know?" Ron tilts his head slightly to the side, almost mirroring a confused puppy.

"I… saw someone…" Summer mutters, recalling his face.

"Snape?" Her sister whispers.

"No…" She responds trembling. "I could of sworn… I saw… Voldemort."

Authors Notes:

Alrighty! So I left off with a cliffhanger, but I thought it was an alright place to end it. So what do you think? I know it was short, but did I get the personalities right?

And who do you want in the story? I will deeply consider suggestions. :D

Thank you

I will give your story(s)a chance too^^

Well if I don't it's because I don't know the fandom, sorry!