As I walked from the Great Hall to the Room of Requirement, I noticed a very quiet Hermione following behind me. I turned quickly and caught her, startled and in mid step.

"If you're going to try and follow somebody, walk further away, so that if need be, you can hide. Also, don't breath so heavy, and don't wear so much perfume." I turned back and continued my trek up to the 7th floor. Footsteps pattered quickly down the hall and I knew, without looking, Hermione had re-appeared.

"I'll go away when you tell me where you're going." She bargains. I laugh.

"No you won't. Why does it matter to you?"

"Because you're new here and I need to make sure you don't get lost." She squeaked, though the raising in her voice pitch told me she was unsure of this excuse.

"Also, lie better. You're curious, plain and simple. I'm going to the 'Room of Requirement' and going to visit with Draco Malfoy." I scoffed.

"Where are you really going?" she asks, her legs pumping to keep up with me. Despite my relatively short stature of 5'3", I walked fast. Really fast.

"I just told you." I smirk to myself and then hid it quickly. She didn't believe me.

"Fine, then I'll just go tell Professor McGonagall you're not in you're house." She stuck her nose into the air and turned on her heel.

"Then you'll be admitting you were out as well. And," I continued. "It's not even curfew. I'm going to meet a Durmstrang friend." I made up. Awestruck, Hermione stood there and faltered in her step, unsure of what to do. I took this as an opportunity to run through a passageway to my right and lead myself up to the corridor with the tapestry. Walking back and forth, I honestly felt like an idiot. Who walks by a wall this many times? And in hopes of finding a door that will open to a room that fills the requirements to fit the need?

I understood why this room was on the seventh floor now. I see something shift out of my strained peripheral, and when I look up I see a grand, gorgeous door standing where a blank, stone wall once was. Gaping up at the magnificent door, I study the intricate detailing, swirly shapes and pictures within them, almost as if telling a story. I shake myself a little as it starts to disappear around the edges, and jolt forward as I run to enter the unknown ground behind the door.

"I was worried you wouldn't come." I hear as the door closes behind me. I am yet again awestruck at the beauty of the room.

"It looks like-"

"Yeah, I know. Weird, eh?" I look from the familiar paneling of the wood on the wall, painted a dim silver, and notice that it held words engraved into the wood.

"Draco, look." I pointed to the words and smile, running my fingers over the crooked letters.

"I wonder how it knew…"

Here lies the awesome amazingness of Draco and Gigi. These words shall always be engraved here. Forever. Gigi's birthday party. 1994

"Do you remember that day?" Draco asks suddenly. He had been quiet, as had I, for the past few minutes, and the room had been silent except for a crackling fire.

"Of course I do." I laugh. "Do you?"

"Remember the first day you actually would play with me alone? Yes." I grin.

"I only wouldn't play with you alone after you did that thing when we were like, 7?"

"Okay, for the umpteenth time, I didn't do it on purpose! My magic was just coming to its full effect!" He whined.

"You set me on fire!"

"And put you out!"

"With my godfather's birthday ice cream cake! I would have scars from third degree burns right now had I been a muggle." I pointed my nose in the air snootily before letting my smile crack through and burst out laughing. Draco joined, and as I looked around the room further, I discovered that this room was the exact replica of Draco's playroom, later turned common room, at Malfoy Manor. The emerald chairs were velvet covered and the fireplace's mantle was silver, complete with pictures that I'm sure must be what Draco left up before he left. The room only changed if he changed a picture, otherwise everything stayed the same.

"So, how do you like Hogwarts?" I turn to look at my childhood best friend, my godfather's second cousin. His hair, though longer than I remember, was slicked back, the white blonde hair not faltering in its striking color. His eyes were icy, as ever, but they were warm ice. When he was happy it looked like the coldness of his clear blue-grey eyes retreated, but the hard, seriousness had not. Though hard to describe through words, it made sense in my mind, where I think in concepts and pictures rather than words. I noticed at a young age that once I have words and sentences flowing, I feel as though I am narrating someone else's life rather than thinking.

"I've been here for two days, but so far I do. Everyone wants to get on my good side. Tell me, do I look like people should be afraid of me?" I turn my body so that I am fully in front of Draco, and as I stare into his blue-grey eyes with my own mismatched green and blue duo, I furrow my eyebrows in worried confused, tilting my head slightly.

"I think it's because not only are you the 'lost Potter twin', but that you also just transferred from Durmstrang. They don't know about the power yet."

"It's not power, it's a curse." I whisper, turning and walking away.

"I know, I know." Sighing, he plops down into one of the plush armchairs and stares into the fire.

"Sirius seems to be enjoying his new home." I bring up. Draco steals a quick look at me and turns away, but knowing him, that few-second glance took in my awkward position standing by his chair, wringing out my hands.

"How have you seriously not met your own brother? Sirius has known him for quite some time and you've yet to meet him?"

"Well I met him now, but I know what you mean. Think of it this way, if something happened at Durmstrang in the middle of the year, you wouldn't know about it. So when Harry had the issues last year, I was already at school for most of them, and therefore did not have any knowledge about the occurrence, nor any way I could have gotten there. The only time was when Sirius checked up on Harry as Padfoot, and even then we both know I was involved of a very amusing game of tag at the time, safe at the Manor, where Sirius wanted me to be." I shrugged and walked over to the mantle above the fireplace and studied the photos.

A total of 5 frames filled the space. The left was occupied by a wizard photograph of Narcissi and baby Draco, Draco in his mothers arms as she swung him high above her head and back down again, making silly faces as she did so. The next held a photo of Draco and his best friend from Hogwarts, Blaise. The two boys, about 12 at the time of the picture, were making smug faces and then cracking into laugher and smiles, giving the view a thumbs up. Smiling, I moved to the third frame. A picture myself sat there, and I was slightly taken aback. My features are all striking, my hair a bright red-orange, my eye's each their own variation of the bold cool colors. The contrasting colors all stood out against my pale skin, but the look my eyes told the story, the curiosity and happiness they held could not be matched with a smile or even by one, and I recall that day as the one I decided to no longer smile into the camera.

Yeah, but your ugliness will brake the camera anyway. A voice inside my head whispered. I quickly moved to the next frame to see one of Draco and I as toddlers, covered in god only knows what from shoulder to toe, but the smiles on our faces could only be bigger if our faces broke. The younger versions jumped up and down excitedly in attempt to get Narcissa and Sirius to come play with them. Turning, I found the last picture to be a family portrait of Draco, his parents, Sirius, Severus, myself, and Remus Lupin. It had been taken about two years ago, but the memory stayed.

"Durmstrang isn't as good at Hogwarts."

"Durmstrang taught the Dark Arts and made us practice it. I've already done the Cruciatis curse a few times, as well as being on the receiving end of it."

"Scary, but not what I meant. Durmstrang will turn you evil, and as we both know, even though its Harry's destiny, you can change that by deciding to be good or evil." Draco shrugged off my disturbing comment easily in place for a 'sides' speech. I've heard it before from him and what disturbs me is that I keep getting it. Does he thing that I will turn evil?

Or maybe he can't decide for himself a voice says in my mind. Or maybe, I fire back, he really doesn't want me to choose evil due to the fact that the world would end all due to me siding with Voldemort.

"I know." I say finally. My voice was quiet and I doubted he could hear me, but he must of because the look on his face shifted severely.

"Look, I'm sorry, you know I promised Mum-"

"To look out for me, I know."

"Yeah. And she's right too, because we do not need to be reminded how much trouble you cause." Grinning at me, he stands and hugs me close. I feel myself relax as my body matches his, the memories of years of playing as children returning. He felt comfortable, and safe. Like home.

"Wait a minute." Draco's face becomes confused and accusatory as he turns to look directly in both eyes. "How did you know what I promised Mum?" he demanded.

"Never trust the green eye." I wink. Frustrated, he huffed a quick sigh and turned away from me, toward the fire.

"When you decided, that day, to never smile in a picture…"

"Yea?"

"Why was it?" I turned to pick up my things and leave.

"You know why. I've got to go, or they'll think something happened." I quicken my pace in hopes that Draco won't follow.

"You didn't tell me though." He appears right next to me and I know he is right, but I also know I do have to leave.

"I don't have time to tell you right now." His arm shoots out in front of me and I slam into it, stopping. He spins me around gently and a heavy smirk sat on his face.

"This room is charmed so that time passes faster. We have all of the time in the world." Frustrated, I open my mouth to feed another excuse to the boy who was my best friend, but the look he gave me, one full of knowing and trickery shut me up and had me just frowning instead.

"Why smile when you're eyes are transparent?"

"Because you have a nice smile."

"Do you remember what happened after that picture?" Draco nodded slowly, as if still thinking about it.

"Yeah, you fell and hurt your ankle."

"Smiling, for me, is a danger. When I smile, it opens up a portal to the destiny barrens. While the actual destinies are not known to me, the future is played in my eyes. If you look close, it's like watching the scene happen if all figures were made of smoke, like a dormant part of my brain is then projector and my eyes are the screen. If you look in that picture, you can see me sitting and holding my ankle, which is exactly what happened. That was the first day I noticed it, so from now own, no smiling in pictures. I don't want to know what's going to happen. Make sense?" I look at Draco, and though I am not afraid of his reaction, I am not surprised either when he silently gets up and looks at my picture. "Nobody really knows about it so I don't mind smiling to other people, but I don't want to know it."

"How did you figure it out?"

"It's in the curse scroll. I read it through again and realized that's what it meant." I shrug, wanting to talk about anything else.

"Does Harry-"

"Does Harry know that his dear sister whom he just met yesterday and whom was kept hidden at Durmstrang from Voldemort to protect her and her 'gift' aka curse from Voldemort because they were too valuable yet not progressed enough to defeat the man so it was decided it's okay for him to be hurt, hunted, and almost killed instead? No. And I don't think he needs to hear it. Not from me, and not yet."