"How do you have a defense against the dark arts class with no wands?" I looked at Daphne as she explained to me about Umbridge's class.

"She seems to think we have nothing to defend ourselves against," she shook her head as we walked towards the class.

"Geez I don't know..the dark arts,"

"Don't worry Parker," a heavy arm rested on my shoulder, "I'll keep you safe," turning my head to the left Draco was the one beside me, his usual shit eating grin spread on his face as his little gang behind us snickered.

"I think I've got it under control," I shrugged my shoulder so his arm fell, "Thanks though," our eyes locked for longer than normal as we both stopped walking; I wasn't sure what it was about the boy but I was in a trance by his eyes, they defiantly weren't the eyes of a boy with an attitude like his, they were flat almost frightening like they had seen things we only dreamed of.

"Uhm," a voice that went right to your brain interrupted our stare down, and a toad of a woman stood in front of us in more pink that socially acceptable, with a bow so large on her head I wasn't sure if I should look at that or her face. "Students, inside please," she nipped holding a wooden clipboard in her hand. Unfortunately once we were in the class room I noticed all the seats were taken and I just stood awkwardly in the back until she noticed me. "You must be Ms. Parker," she looked me up and down and tutted at me, "Your skirt is much too short, and those shoes,"

"I believe my skirt is the standard length," I informed her narrowing my eyes right back at her, "And there is no code on shoes," I wasn't sure if either statement was true, but I had noticed girls with much shorter skirts and all sorts of shoes yesterday.

"Excuse me?" She asked taking a few steps closer to me, and Daphne turned towards me from her spot in the front and shook her head behind Umbridge's back.

"You're the first one to say anything," I added, I had 5 classes yesterday and Occlumency no one had said anything.

"Detention," she snapped writing something on her clipboard, "You may have a seat , after you get a book from the back" she flipped her wand and a chair pulled up between Draco and Zabini who sat in the back row, both with sneers on their faces directed at Umbridge, apparently no one was her fan.

"Way to go Ace," Draco muttered as I sat in the middle of the two boys.

"I didn't do anything, she was wrong," I answered back.

"Of course she was," he hissed, "But now you will have to pay for it," I didn't say anything else to him as I popped open my book to the page Umbridge ordered us to. Her voice droned on for way to long and I felt myself slowly falling asleep, last night after I had read that letter I had stayed up most of the night re-reading it; trying to piece together what she meant, I knew from her writing that she had manically written it, everything she did was manic most days. But there was a reason she put his name in it, she didn't make mistakes that was probably why I had no idea about Johanna or anyone else that seemed to know so much about her. The moment my eyes shut I was sucked into another puzzle of memories, but this time they weren't mine. My whole body tingled, happiness was radiating all over almost like a frantic feeling that hadn't been felt before, men in black cloaks stood all around me, bowing to me as hands moved in front of me, clearly they were not mine; they had a sort of grayish tint to them like they were horribly malnourished. One of the cloaked figures stepped in front of me, removing its hood and a woman with extremely unkempt hair knelt right in front of me and a buzzing began as her voice was the only thing that met my ears.

"My Lord, the department of mysteries is where you will get them both,"

"Parker," I was pulled out of my dream feeling like my body temperature had been raised 100 degrees, Malfoy was the first thing I saw and I knew it was his hand on my thigh that had pinched me waking me up. "You're talking in your sleep,"

"Get your hand off my leg," I ordered him sitting up straight again speaking a little louder than I should have as the class turned back to look at us, but there was only person I wanted to see in the crowd, I needed to talk to Harry Potter.

"Harry!" I yelled as soon as class was over and following him down the hall forgetting all about Daphne, he just kept walking away from me, "Harry Potter!" I yelled more determined and he slowed until I caught up with him. "I just had a dream," I huffed, I really had to walk fast to catch up to him, "Or at least I think it was one," he watched me closely as I stood there trying to catch my breath and wait for a reply.

"And why should I believe you?" he finally asked in his normal moody voice.

"Why would I lie?" I put my hands on my hips and stood up straighter daring him to give me a bullshit answer.

"That is what Slytherins do," he answered back quickly.

"What does anything have to do with that? Why would I lie? He has my Mom," I hissed pulling him into the short corridor beside us. "He's happy about something," I informed him and his face was no longer as firm, "I saw a woman kneeling in front of him, she said' the department of mysteries is where you will get them both'"

"He's happy about this," he opened the front of his DADA book and took out a folded newspaper.

"Mass breakout from Azkaban Ministry fears Black is "Rallying Point" for old Death Eaters"underneath the headline was a picture of the woman from my dream in a stripped jumpsuit moving like she was going to jump out of the paper.

"That's her," I told Harry pointing to the woman, "She was talking to him,"

"Bellatrix Lestrange," he informed me grabbing the paper back. "Why don't you ask your new house about her, about all of them," he spat and I felt the hairs on my arms stand up.

"I get it!" I bellowed at him, "It must suck being the chosen one! But somehow.." I began and his eyes doubled to the size of his glasses, "We are in this together, until I get my Mom back you are stuck with me!" Hermione came around the corner but that didn't stop me, "So stop treating me like I am the damn enemy!" it took everything in me not to shove him.

"She's right Harry.." she began but he stormed away. "Don't mind him he's had it hard lately,"

"Yeah I'm sure he has," I rolled my eyes. "I'm new to all this, but I think we all have it hard at the moment,"

"He doesn't trust easily, give him time, you all will be with Snape together, and come to the meetings I invited you to," I nodded my head at her, I may not like his attitude but I needed to know what he knew at the moment.

"I need your help...finding someone," that intrigued her and she stopped walking.

"All I've got is a first name, and an eye color,"

"That's a start," I couldn't help but smile back as a small one spread across her face.

"Detention on her second day," Daphne teased when I sat down across from her at lunch.

"She's insane," I started fixing my plate.

"But she's got your ass now, you're on her radar," she looked up at the staff table and Umbridge was staring at us, "People usually don't argue with her,"

"Seems like that's not the only radar I'm on lately," I caught the eyes of Harry across the Great Hall.

"What's up with the boy who lived?" she smirked wiggling her fingers at him in a wave again.

"He thinks he's the only one with problems in the world," I said moving my food around my plate.

"Yeah if only," she agreed drawing her attention to her food as well.

"Greengrass," Zabini sat down beside Daphne, "Parker," I had never really paid him much attention but he was very beautiful, he had perfect unblemished dark skin, a strong face with gorgeous lips, his uniform fit him perfectly to the point where it looked like it had been made to fit only him, the only thing not completely put together on him was his tie which he wore slack against his collar. I could see why Daphne was enthralled by him the moment he sat down. "There is a party Friday night, wanted to make sure you both were going to be there," his hazel eye sparkled with a hint of mischief.

"Of course we are," she answered for both of us, sliding closer to him.

"Good," he winked at her before putting one leg on the other side of the bench, "Keep it to yourselves, it's a private party," he kissed her cheek before standing. "Have a good detention Parker," he didn't wait for a reply before leaving.

"You're blushing," I laughed at Daphne as she watched him walk away.

"Tonight you are going to be doing lines for me Ms. Parker," Umbridge was leaning against her desk when I walked into her office that night.

"Great," I rolled my eyes dropping my bag beside the desk in the corner.

"This attitude will simply not do," she tutted taking a quill off her desk; "I will have you in detention every night for the rest of your school career," I sat down at the desk deciding not to pick this battle.

"And what am I writing?" I asked her taking a seat while she sat the quill down.

"I will follow the rules," it took everything in me not to argue with her about there being no rules about the shoes.

"How many times?" I asked through gritted teeth.

"Until it sets in," she answered going back to her desk watching me. "You may begin,"

"I need ink," I informed her reaching for my bag.

"No, it is a special quill, it provides its own ink," she grinned sitting down adding sugar to her tea.

I put the quill to the paper and began writing, she was right the quill did seem to have its own ink, a strange red ink. About the 5th time I wrote the line my hand started to itch, or what I thought was itch, but after examining my hand I saw it had a faint red scaring of the line I was watching. "You've got to be kidding me," I mumbled to myself, the ink was blood.

"Something wrong?" she asked putting her cup down on it saucer.

"No," I shook my head and put the quill back to the parchment.

"That's what I thought, bad little girls need to be punished," she smiled and sat there for the rest of my detention watching me.

Over the next week I had fallen into a pretty normal routine, eating with Daphne, classes and then studying until bedtime. I hadn't spoken to Hermione since I asked her for help and Harry gave me the silence treatment our last Occlumency training which hadn't gone much better for either of us.

"Every year!" Daphne complained as we walked further out into the Forbidden Forest, "My shoes are completely ruined!" she had on a pair of nude colored heels that were now covered in mud and some unidentified green sludge.

"Are you sure we should be out here?" Alice Flint asked, "I mean it's Forbidden,"

"Yes," Daphne took her eyes off her shoes and directed them at Alice, "Where is your sense of adventure? Parker isn't complaining,"

"I'm just glad to not be a class," I shrugged my shoulders waiting on the two girls.

"See," Daphne added to Alice, "Come on we are getting close," the wind howled between the trees and goosebumps rose on my arm, both girls were in short dresses and I heard them both begin shivering. I couldn't help but smirk remembering Daphne's comment about my clothing choice back in the dorm, I bet she wishes she was in jeans and a hoodie now.

"What about if we get caught?" Alice questioned rubbing her hands her arms for warmth.

"Then you run," we came up to the top of the small hill we were climbing and the party could be seen in the clearing, a giant fire was roaring in the middle with people dancing and drinking all around it. "Finally," Daphne let out a breath of relief. Once we got closer to the party music started to play, someone clearly had cast a barrier spell around the party so the noise from it couldn't be heard back on the Hogwarts grounds.

"Look who decided to join the party, Daph and the American," Marcus Flint voice roared to the party when we made our way up to one of the tables to get a drink, he didn't bring up the fact his sister was with us.

"Oh just shut up and dance with me," Daphne smirked at Flint grabbing his t-shirt and pulling him towards where others were dancing.

"Gag me," Alice muttered inspecting the cups on the table before picking one up, dumping it on the ground and waving her wand over it filling it with water. She seemed to know where she was going after that, a group of girls yelled her name and waved her over.

I continued inspecting the cups till I found one that seems familiar, after I brought it up to my mouth took a huge chug and choked my suspicions were confirmed, straight fire whiskey.

"Careful Parker," Zabini was standing beside me getting a cup that matched mine; he took a huge gulp and licked his lips when he removed the cup. "Wouldn't want you stumbling around in the woods, he smirked before putting a heavy arm over my shoulders. "Where is Greengrass?"

"Out there," I didn't have a specific location for him so I just looked out into the dark.

"Please don't tell me you can't get Greengrass so you've moved on to the new girl," Malfoy's deep emotionless voice came up behind us and Zabini took his arm off me.

"There isn't anyone I can't get," Blaise didn't loose his smirk. "Isn't that right Parker?"

"I'll take your word," I rolled my eyes, "I've got to go," I walked away from the two boys leaving them behind me and walked over to here I could see Daphne talking to a group of girls.

"There you are," Daphne smiled she was breathing heavy from dancing with Marcus.

"Zabini is looking for you," I informed her.

"He's always looking for me," the smile turned into the same smirk at her suitor had. "Girls, this is Addison Parker, my new best friend," she introduced me to a few older Slytherin girls and some Ravenclaws as well that had gotten the invite to the party. We had all had our share of fire whiskey when some song started blasting and all the girls squealed in the circle before making their way towards the dance floor leaving me behind with the red plastic cup in my hand.

"So America then?"I had no reason to say why, but his voice brought goosebumps over my arms even underneath the warmth of my sweatshirt.

"Yeah," I turned towards his voice and he was holding out another cup to me. "Already got one thanks," I didn't allow any emotion to be identified in my voice, like his was.

"You remind me of someone," he narrowed his eyes at me and I gave him the same look back.

"Brown hair and blue eyes, it's not an uncommon combination," I should of rolled my eyes at my statement but didn't. I took a moment to look him over instead, he had on a black button up with the sleeves rolled up to his elbow showing off his strong muscular arms. His skin was so pale in the moonlight you could almost watch his veins pumping through his skin and his hair was slicked back like it always but; but after a whole day it was falling slightly down into his face making his gray eyes stand out even more.

"There is nothing common about you," he smirked before handing me the cup and walking back towards the boys around a table that seemed to be set up with Wizards Chess.

Draco's POV

"So the new girl then?" Goyle's goonish voice asked as I came back over after talking with Parker. I ignored him and took the empty seat beside Zabini chugging back the drink in my cup.

"She doesn't know does she?" Zabini asked without looking at me.

"She looks just like him," No one around us would dare to ease drop on our conversation, not if they knew what was good for them.

"She looks like a lot of things, but not him," he smirked finally looking over at me. "You know he just wants us to watch her Malfoy, not fuck her,"

"Her eyes," I ignored his comment. The blue of her eyes had caused me fear more than once, when I had come home from school last year and a man in his mid thirties was sitting at the large table in our dinning room I thought it was just one of my Father's colleges from the Ministry, but I was quickly proven wrong as he introduced himself to me, a sick smile across his face as a large snake come down the hall to wrap around his feet. From that point on I wasn't sure what was more terrifying the Dark Lord in his true form the handsome dark headed man with eyes as clear as the beautiful girl across the party from me, or the snake like form that he took on for his subjects, to introduce fear in the people that dare question him."You must be Draco," he put out an arm to me, and I must of stared at it for longer than normal watching the snake from the dark mark move around on his forearm; I had seen the mark many times but there was something different, more alarming about his. "We are going to be very close Draco Malfoy,"

THEN:

"No, I don't want it, please Tom!" I begged him as he held out my forearm putting the white tip of his wand against my skin there.

"Whining really is unbecoming of you," the narrowing of his eyes caused panic all over my body as the spell I expected him to do, to mark me, didn't come out of his mouth but something else all together.

"Cuccio!" the pain took over, every nerve ending screamed, burned like they were being sat on fire. You couldn't think about anything else, only the pain. Everything else disappeared and dissolved in your head and the only thing you could focus on is the curse running all over your body. Finally he let it end and I opened my eyes to see I was face down on our floor, and blood was dripping out of my nose onto the light wood. "See, you're getting better,"

The words made my stomach drop, getting better at not screaming while he tortured me, in a few hours he would be back to the normal Tom I loved, but the power coursing through him always took over the hatred to everyone and everything.

"I love you," he muttered from the floor beside me, his eyes gave a sight of remorse as he lifted my crumpled body off the floor and led up to the bedroom we shared, laying me down before turning off the light and leaving me in the darkness.

Later that night he came back into the room while I was still laying in the same spot he had left me in, counting ceiling tiles.

"I do it because I want you to be strong," his warm body slid in beside me, before he pulled my into him, "To be with me forever," I nodded my head agreeing, I knew he only did it to show me who I really was; that I was so much more than a healer, I could be a destroyer if I wanted to; that I was capable of anything I set my mind to. "I love you," he said again, reaching out to hold my hand that had his mother's ring on my ring finger, the only thing the loveless woman had ever given him. The woman who made him this way; that allowed Tom Riddle to become the powerful Dark Lord he was learning to be.