Our first week at Hogwarts flew by, and soon it was the weekend. On our way down to the library, looking for Luke, Raven and her friends came up in front of us, blocking our path. "Hey shorty," She was looking at me. "I heard somewhere, that your father was killed by a deatheater!" She sounded pleased. "One even said that he was killed by my great grandfather." That was true. My father was killed by none other than Lucius Malfoy, in revenge of my mother killing his wife in the battle of Hogwarts. "So? What do you care?" Belle said after recovering from shock. "Is it true that you have 4 siblings? I feel bad for your mother if your brothers and sister act anything like you!" She sneered, ignoring Belle's questions. "That's it!" I launch myself at Raven, but only to be pulled back by Belle. Malfoy looked disturbed and angry. "You want to fight? Then meet me behind the painting near the 3rd corridor at 12 for a duel!" With that, Raven strutted away
Luke's response to this wasn't what I was expecting. "What were you thinking?! You could have gotten hurt! Or worse, expelled!" Luke was just making me even more upset. "Well I think Raven was in need of a good, knock in head! I can't believe you're mad! You know what he said to me!" Belle was sneaking out of the room, probably not wanting to see this fight. "If you're going to act like this, then you aren't a real friend!" I cried, losing control of my words. "Please, you're overreacting; I was just saying that it wasn't a smart move." Luke spoke softly and sincerely, and I could see a few tears slip from his eyes. "I think you were saying a little more than that." I didn't know why I was saying this; it just came out of my mouth. When a tear finally came down from my eyes, Luke walked out of the common room, and into the boy's dormitory. Belle walked back into the room and came to comfort me. "He made it sound like he didn't care what Malfoy said to me." I cried. "It's okay, I'm sure he'll apologize soon." Belle said, trying to comfort me.
That night, I had a bad dream. I was 4 years old and a man with white hair and black eyes suddenly appeared in my room out of thin air. He started to speak, "Hana Grace, you have an important and dangerous future ahead. I must stop you from destroying my new master! Prepare to die!" I screamed at the top of my lungs and then suddenly my father ran in front of me, and got hit by a killing curse, meant for me. I awoke from Belle shaking my arm. "You were having a bad dream; I couldn't sleep so I thought I should wake you." She explained in a whisper. "Its fine, what time is it? I need to meet Raven at 12." You're not seriously going to duel her, are you?" I stared at her surprised. "Of course I am, she reminded me of bad memories, and lost me my best friend!" I got up and put my red robe on. "Then I'm coming with you! We have five minutes to be there." Then let's get moving!" We found the portrait of a girl in a wedding dress, and knocked, it opened just like the painting of the fat lady back at the common room." We walked into a room that reminded me of a ballet studio, with all the mirrored walls. No one was here. "She probably is just late." I said a little unsure. "Let's just wait."