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Devonny's eyes shot open and she immediately sat up to find that the Emergency Medical Technicians were just entering the arena. Draco was sitting next to her and holding her hand. Her mother was at her feet muttering an enervate charm while no muggles were watching. Harry was looking around franticly and a shocked Hermione was talking to him. Ron, Greg, and Ginny went to load the horses and leave, as to take one burden of the present situation. Eliza went with them. Devonny tried to talk. She wanted to tell them all what she saw, but she started to feel a whirling sensation. She muttered the few words that she could say and then passed out. "Draco, he's here."

Draco knew who she was talking about. It didn't take much of a brain to admit that, but he began to panic. He called the first name that came to mind, although he almost wished that he hadn't. "Potter, get over here." Harry came running and once he reached them, he and Draco were driven away by the EMTs. "Potter, tell me what's going on here. My girlfriend just passed out off of a horse and almost got herself killed, and when she came around for a few seconds all she could say was that he was here. Now, why do I have a sinking feeling that this is your area of expertise?" Harry was practically pinned against the fence.

"Malfoy, how am I supposed to know any more than you do? After all, with your background you seem to know more about killing people than I ever will." Harry spat out the words and immediately wished he hadn't. He expected to see hurt in his eyes, but instead only saw raging anger.

"Potter, you're right. With my family background I do know more about killing people than you, but you wouldn't want me giving you a crash course, would you." The two boys both had been in arguments before, but none as serious as this one.

"Malfoy, I don't know any more than she does." Harry left for the car and didn't want to hear any more about Voldemort or anything else for the next twenty-four hours.

Draco turned back around to see that Mrs. McCarry had risen from her position and let the Technicians take over. There was no use in exposing her magic if the muggles could do just as good of a job. She watched as Dev was soon aroused and helped to stand up. They discovered that she was fine and could go home, which made everyone glad. She went to her mother and Draco who appeared to be talking and only complained of being slightly dizzy. She gave Harry a quizzical look and then got in the car.

Devonny waited until they were in the car, and then she let her panic loose. "Mom, he's here. He almost killed me. He's after us mom!" Devonny looked at the three other people in the car, as the rest went back, stunned, with the trailer.

"Devonny, dear, did you eat this morning?" Her mother just drove on without showing any concern for the reality of what Dev saw whatsoever.

"Mom, that's not the point. The point is that I saw him -it- whatever it is!" Dev was now getting irrational and shouting when she was only three feet away from her mother.

"Devonny, we will talk about this once we reach the house and after you rest. For now, I don't want to hear another word about it." The car came to a halt in front of the old farmhouse and the four people slid out and looked to see that the horses were already put back in their stalls and that the trailer was put back where it belonged. Devonny mouthed the words 'follow me' at Draco and Harry, and they immediately did as she said and followed her all the way to a winding little staircase, which Harry could've sworn wasn't there the last time they passed the wall, but then again, Dev did touch a panel along the wall this time.

They climbed up the stairs, asking nothing, and not even speaking to one another. As Draco turned around, he saw the opening out into the hallway close. They finally reached the top, and were amazed at what they saw. A medium sized room with real mahogany wood paneling, which was covered from two feet up in horse show ribbons and trophies. A fireplace with a blazing fire was at one end with a couch near it, and at the other end was a card table. The space looked very comfortable and Draco could tell that Dev was proud of her small secret place. He could also tell that her secret place was to remain secret. "Welcome to The Fort. No one but me knows that it's here, and you two will not tell anyone. Agreed?" The two boys shook their heads in agreement and listened further. "Harry, tell us what you were telling me when I was ignoring you."

Harry gulped. He never thought that he'd be confessing the secret of his scar hurting him in front of Draco Malfoy. The thought of it made him shudder. For all he knew, Draco could still be with Voldemort and plotting with him to kill Harry, just as Lucius had. But then again, he thought, he knew that Draco loved Devonny and would never do anything to harm her. Draco couldn't have been with Voldemort, because he was obviously just as surprised as Harry was when Dev fell. "When Voldemort's near, my scar hurts. I felt it just before you fell. He was definitely there, and we are in big trouble." The two other people looked at him stunned.

"Right, now, my mother won't believe me, but I expect you two to. I saw him. He was there. He was wearing a long pitch black cloak, and that's all that I saw. Do you think it was him or one of his Death Eaters?"

"It was him. When my father met with him his followers always wore black cloaks, but only he wore one so black that you could barely distinguish between him and space." Draco looked up and pushed a strand of hair out of his face, and stared at Devonny with an intense expression. She always thought that he had so much pride that he would never admit to anything like his father being a Death Eater. She never thought she'd see that.

"Well, now that we're sure that it's him, what do we do. Harry, I believe that this is your area of expertise."

Harry paled at Devonny's question. "We wait. We can't go tracking him down right away. It would be suicide. We have to find more information before we can do anything. We wouldn't even know where to start looking. We've got no clues as to where he is."

"Well, wherever he is he's near, 'cause I woulda' never lost that competition if it wasn't for him. Believe me, he'll pay dearly." Now they knew what, besides Voldemort, had been bothering Dev so much. She wasn't used to loosing. "We better get going. Remember, come here whenever you want, but bring no one with you." Harry knew that it was going to be hard. He'd never kept a secret from Hermione and Ron, but he knew what he had to do. He partially wondered why Dev wanted no one to know about The Fort, but he then remembered that with all of her foster- relatives, this was the only place where she could get some peace. "Go out one at a time. It'll look suspicious if we all come out of a wall at once."

Devonny climbed down the stairs and exited. She turned right when she ran right into her brother and Ginny. "You have some explaining to do." Her brother looked down at her with a menacing glare as Draco and then Harry appeared shortly out of the wall behind her. "What were you doing in there?"

"Illegally copying videos and transporting them off to foreign countries such as Somalia and Pakistan through the black market which I got into when I was in preschool. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go and make some more false passports." Devonny started to walk away when he spoke again.

"What did you see?"

"Excuse me?" Devonny had no idea about whatever he was talking about.

"At the show, what did you see?" His expression was stern, but somehow understanding. Devonny didn't care, though.

"What I saw was how I was two, maybe three steps away from winning the yearly championship, when I fell off of my horse and saw my arch enemy take the trophy. Are you happy now?" She stormed off to her room and slammed the door. Ginny followed her in only to find Dev crying to Hermione who seemed to be deeply interested in her schoolbooks.

"Dev, are you all right?" Ginny tried to seem as comforting as possible. She only had brothers and never had a situation like this.

"Yeah, I'm sorry. It was just bugging me since we came home, and I had to vent sometime." Dev wiped away the tears and looked down at the quilt that she was sitting on.

"Don't worry. There'll always be next year. Besides, your brother told us that we have to get ready for the party on Thursday."

Dev looked extraordinarily confused. "What party on Thursday?"

Hermione had an extremely shocked look on her face. "Devonny! I'm ashamed of you! It is your own country's holiday, after all."

"It's already going to be the fourth?!" Dev jumped up and started pacing the room. "There's so much to do! My uncle is coming, not to mention my other aunt. We have to conjure the guesthouse. My cousins' yearly hayloft sleepover. This is going to be a nightmare."

"We'll help tomorrow Dev." Ginny was always willing to help and that was part of what everyone liked about her. She was always considerate. They, with the rest of the group went to finish the farm chores and then just relaxed and went to bed.

It was around midnight and everyone was sound asleep when Dev on the top bunk of her bed began to toss and turn, almost the same as Harry in the next room over on his bottom bunk. She was dreaming, and yet she saw her past all over again. She saw the figure walk into her house and saw him reach toward her. He pointed his wand at her and her father stepped in the way with his wand drawn. He shouted a spell and then watched Devonny's father fall to the ground. Devonny screamed and the next thing she knew, she was awake and had fallen off the top bunk with a thud. She had woken just early enough to hear Harry and Greg's shouts and the sound of four other people going to see what was going on. Immediately, everyone from either room ran into the hall and started talking at once.

"What happened?" Hermione was the first to speak out of all of them. Immediately Dev, Harry, and Gregory looked down. They all knew what they dreamt and what it meant.

"Well, this is going to take a bit of explaining. And if we do it now we're going to wake my mother up." Dev was hoping to avoid the discussion for as long as possible.

"Well, I think that we should discuss it now, Dev. It's either now or when it's too late." Greg, for once, was being responsible. He led everyone toward the wall, which he'd seen Devonny walk out of earlier that day. Much to Dev's dismay, the wall was open and Greg led everyone up the stairs to The Fort. A few minutes later, they were all up there and sitting on the couches and near the fireplace. Draco and Devonny sat on the small couch facing Harry, Hermione, and Ron who sat on the larger couch. Ginny sat on the stone next to the fire and Gregory was at the head of the coffee table in the armchair. "We all know that he's back. Am I correct in assuming that you two had almost the same dream that I did?" In response, Harry and Devonny nodded and looked at everyone who was staring at them. To someone who just walked in, the situation would look quite odd. Seven teenagers, in their pajamas were staring at each other and looking very grim.

"I say that we just stay quiet for a while and if any more weird things happen, we'll tell the Ministry." Everyone looked back at Ginny who hadn't uttered a word since they came.

"We can't do that. You saw how the ministry is toward anything that has to do with Voldemort and teenagers from Hogwarts. We should just keep this to ourselves." Hermione had a very good point, although it was later proven faulty by Draco.

"What's with you people and never telling adults, Potter? No matter what happens, the 'boy who lived' has to do this on his own. There's something seriously wrong if three people are having the same nightmares at the same time. We have to do something before it's too late." Draco's usually cool demeanor was upset by the thought to just sit around while Voldemort was on the loose. "He already tried to kill one of us today. What makes you think that he won't do it again?"

Everyone looked at each other, and realized that he was right. It would be less hazardous to attack him head on. Ron finally spoke. "You know, he's right. We have to get rid of him. So, let's just get rid of the Death Eater in Training. See ya Draco." This brought about loud voices from just about everyone, and soon after there was a huge argument erupting. Devonny was defending Draco, who was in a state of utter fury. Harry was trying to reason with Ron who was firmly insisting that the reason Draco was with them was to spy on them. Gregory watched quietly and Ginny was split right down the middle.

"That's ridiculous." Devonny was never one to hide her feelings and was not about to start then.

"I'm just simply stating that Draco's been around Dark Magic for so long that we don't have much evidence stating that he's on our side."

"Then why did I fall today? Draco wouldn't hurt me." The argument continued in the same fashion for about ten more minutes before everyone went back to bed, although there was now a gap between the groups of Draco, Devonny, Gregory, and Harry, Hermione, and Ron. Ginny seemed to be out of the argument.

The next day, everyone was on edge. Preparations for the party on Thursday were undergoing. Mrs. McCary seemed to be oblivious to everything and was making herself busy by transfiguring a large rock into a guesthouse. Devonny was arranging to go to Horizont Alley to buy both school supplies and party supplies. Devonny was now speaking to everyone else, although Draco wasn't and neither was Ron. Hermione was back to reading on the history of witchcraft in America, and Ginny and Greg spent a lot of time together listening to music, playing music, and basically doing anything that had to do with music. Ron sulked and talked to Eileen, wrote to Eileen, and did basically anything that had to do with communicating with Eileen. Harry spent much of his time flying. Things were almost back to normal in the house for a few days. That is, until the trip to go shopping came up.

Everyone lined up after Gregory and each threw in a pinch of Floo Powder into the fireplace and shouted, "Horizont Alley!" and were quickly on their way. Once they were all there, they each separated into different groups, much like the groups they were in when they went to the mall. Horizont Alley was in New York City and was much like Diagon Alley, except it had more of a city flair to it. Instead of little shops, there were tall buildings, but there were no cars. There were billboards with pictures on them and a loud atmosphere. Greg and Ginny ran to (surprise! Surprise!) the music store, while the rest went in all separate directions just to see what was there.

Devonny and Draco started walking down the street when they reached the broom store. A crowd was there and hovering around something. Immediately intrigued, they went in. What they found was a brand new broom that looked almost like the Firebolt, except darker in color. Devonny and Draco stepped up to it through the crowd and examined it.

"Hmmm. Dark walnut. Compressed handle makes for swifter movement. The twigs are directly made from the same tree, but a straightening charm was used. That is easily the nicest broom I have ever seen." Draco looked at Devonny with a curious expression when she simply said to him, "I play Quidditch at school too, you know." He smiled at her knowledge, and was soon about to reply when he was interrupted.

"It's the Stratus One, Miss. It's just as fast as the Firebolt, and twice as maneuverable." They both looked up to see an old man with glasses showing them the broom. The rest of the crowd had departed after seeing the price. "Would you like to see it?" Devonny nodded in agreement and then held the broom in her hand. She could feel the power running through her palm and how it turned so easily even though she was still holding it. The old man watched her thoughtfully and then shouted. "You're the couple from the magazine!" The two looked at him with confused looks. "Here." The man handed Draco the magazine and they both looked on it. Sure enough, on the cover of Witchcraft Glamour, was one of the pictures of Draco and Dev from the photo shoot. Dev smiled, but still didn't want to be known as the girl on the cover of a magazine. They replied politely, gave him back the magazine, and went back to concentrating on the broom.

"What's the maximum altitude for it?"

"Two thousand feet." The man was still staring in awe at the thought of having supermodels in his store.

Dev sighed. She really wanted the broom and had the money for it from her raise, but she wasn't sure if she should play Quidditch with her accident with horseback riding. Dev looked to Draco for his opinion, but the wasn't much help. He was too busy looking at dragon hide seeker gloves. 'How typical'.

"I'll take it." The man wrapped it up for her and she with Draco and his new pair of seeker gloves left for their next destination. They walked for a while longer and stopped in front of a dance store. She dragged Draco inside and pulled out a rather old pair of ballet Pointe shoes.

"Dev, you don't dance."

"You're right, I don't. But Ginny does, and by the look of these, she needs a new pair." Devonny took lessons when she was younger, but it didn't stick with her. She ordered Ginny a new pair, which had special 'no noise' charms as well as 'no slipping' charms. The two left that store and slowly made their way to the bookstore. Draco pulled out the list of books they'd need.

Rolling Hills School of Witchcraft and Wizardry The following books will be needed for sixth years. Standard Book of Spells Grade Six Potions: An Advanced Guide History of Magic and Magical People The Advanced Transfiguration Book Dark Forces and Dark Wizards: a Protection Guide The Future According to You

Those students taking the following electives are required to have the following books: Extra Care of Magical Creatures: Monster Book of Monsters 2 Mediwizard Course: Magical Medications and Care History of Wizarding Military: The Do's and Don'ts of Wizard War Dueling Class: The Dueler's Handbook "What do we start with?" Devonny asked as she looked for the historical section.

"Well, let's get the books for our electives first." Draco was looking around at the tables and shelves curiously. "What are you taking?"

"The History of Wizarding Military and Dueling class. What are you taking?"

"Dueling class and Mediwizard course." They eventually found the sections and later the books. Their bags were growing considerably heavier and they still had to get uniforms. They paid for their books and left, not seeing Ron, Eliza, Harry, and Hermione enter the store.

"Hermione, please tell me that you're not going to take all of the classes again are you?" Harry was pleading with his girlfriend who looked like a five year old in a candy store.

"Harry, don't be stupid. I've no intention of taking every single class. Just most of them. It is a pity that Divination is a required course. I hate it." Ron and Harry agreed and continued shopping.

Ginny and Greg had enough of the music store and decided just to walk around outside and possibly find one of the other groups and go to the outdoor café around the corner. They rounded a corner onto the next street and literally ran into Devonny and Draco who were stopped and staring at one of the billboards on a building. "Geez, Dev, and I thought that you had a big head before." The couple looked down from the billboard, which had a huge picture of Devonny wearing a black contemporary dress/robe with silver swirls.

"Shut up." She squeaked and then flung her arms around a surprised Draco and danced around in little circles. "They never told me that they were going to do this. They just told me that those were magazine photos this time. I can't believe it. In New York!" Five minutes later, she stopped dancing and looked at her brother. "Well, let's go get our uniforms." She walked off leaving the three perplexed at her sudden composure. They looked at one another and then followed.

The robe shop was for the most part like Madam Malkins', but with some differences. First, this robe shop had a wider selection of dress robes. Some, Devonny explained, had muggle influence. Dome had no sleeves and some had plunging necklines. The variety was incredible. The group checked their list for the required uniform.

Rolling Hills School of Witchcraft and Wizardry Students will require the following uniform: Black boots Blue cloak for winter outdoor work Blue kilt for girls Blue slacks for boys Blue blouse with tie for girls Blue dress shirt with tie for boys A sweater may be worn during winter months Fourth years and above are asked to bring dress robes

The boys began by getting fitted for their new uniforms while the girls went wild browsing the dress robe section. Devonny was helping Ginny with a selection and telling her tricks about colors and sizes, but when Ginny saw the price, she declined. Devonny made a mental note of this and went to on to be measured for her school robes.

Once they had gotten their school robes, retrieved Devonny from the dress robes section, and argued over where they were going to have lunch, the group went to find the others. Hermione, Ron, Harry, and Eliza were still in the bookstore. The first thing they had done was get their uniforms. The group of eight went to a small café that reminded Harry of the Three Broomsticks. They talked about the plans for the upcoming party and school year. Draco and Ron didn't say much. They just sat there sneering at each other. Draco obviously had the better sneer, because Ron just looked like he had to sneeze. They finished up and went home. There, they finished the many chores they had to do and prepared for their party.