Disclaimer : I do not own any of these characters, except for the two new American girls. I merely have created my own plot over an already existed story (der).

Professor Spike is obviously from Buffy X

Chapter 10

Harry sat at his table in Divination, his jaw hanging from his face after Ledell had left the room in a rage. The entire class, including Professor Trelawney, was staring at Harry in shock, not sure of what had just transpired, and for they didn't see what Harry and Ledell had seen in the crystal ball. The broken shards on the floor had finally stopped screaming out and remained silent as a mist formed around them. Harry's ears were still ringing from the sound of the screaming that he had once heard, but now the silence was deafening as the entire class was perched on his or her chair, despite the fact that the class was over. Harry quickly grabbed his things and threw himself out of the room before he had to answer any questions about what had just occurred before their eyes.

As Harry ran through the stone halls, his feet echoing off the ground, he couldn't help but notice he wasn't running in the direction of the Great Hall, he was running in the direction of the Gryffindor common room, and he wasn't sure why. He knew Ledell wouldn't be there, she was probably in the Great Hall with Calista, but there was something that was driving Harry toward the common rooms. He felt panicked; something inside him was crying out a dire warning, that he couldn't hear over the noise of people talking through the halls so he knew that the Great Hall would only distract him more. Students watched as Harry ran past them, his face flushed with sweat beading down his forehead. The urgency of his pace made him feel as if something was coming, that he needed to find someone that could help, and only one person came to mind.

When Harry finally made it to the portrait whole to the Gryffindor common room, he yelled out the password and climb through, never stopping once, not even when the fat lady called out to him as he ran past. There was something coming, something that he felt the need to stop. Finally, Harry made it to where he had wanted to be, the trunk by his bed where he kept everything. Instantly, he threw open the trunk and frantically looking through it until his hand landed on a piece of parchment. When the parchment was secure in his hand, he closed the trunk, ran back down to the common room, took his quill from his bag and began writing a letter. The letter was as frantic as Harry had been when running to this room, but he hadn't realized what it was it was writing, or to whom.

The letter was half done when Harry's hand had stopped its swift left to right motions. His eyes began to comprehend what his hands had been sculpting onto the parchment. The first two words of the letter stopped him in his tracks and he felt as if he were falling into a black hole. Dear Sirius. How had Harry done this? Why would he have written to Sirius about this problem, especially since Sirius had been gone for months now? This was Harry's first slip since the incident at the end of last year, now the slip was threatening to suffocate him. Harry leaned away from the parchment and his eyes began to apprehensively read what he had written to his dead godfather.

Dear Sirius,

I know I am not supposed to contact you unless it is an emergency, but I think something is coming. There are two new girls from America at Hogwarts right now, two girls who I can't seem to keep my thoughts from. They are not like any other witch or wizard I have ever met, they have mastered spells that I didn't know someone our age could. Their names are Ledell Dedlier and Calista Leridd.

Sirius there is something else. I have been having strange dreams again. Not about Voldemort this time, but about people I have never met. Recently, the dreams are of three people. Two women and a man, but in these dreams, I am the man, I have all his feelings and see the things from his eyes. I don't know what to do. The women are people that I, as the man, love, but in two different ways. I have feelings for one, Ava, like I have feelings for Hermione, as if she were my sister. But it's different; it's as if I haven't seen her for years, so my love for her is new but just as strong. The other… Illeana, she makes my heart beat faster, her smile alone makes me happy. But those feelings only last a few moments, by the end of the dream; Illeana is on the floor…motionless. Ava is sitting over her body, screaming. And all the happiness I felt turns into anger and rage.

Today was the worst… Divination class, we looked through crystal balls, and when I looked into Ledell's future, I saw something that terrified me. It was Calista, screaming, and a shot of Ledell's tombstone. Usually I would think it a trick by Professor Trelawney, who is always predicting someone's death, but Ledell had reacted so strongly to it. She ran out angry, screaming, that and the feeling in the pit of my stomach shot fear into my heart. Sirius… something is com--

Harry examined his unfinished line. That was when he had realized he was writing to someone who could never read the letter. The tears stung around his eyes as he remembered the pain that he had managed to bury deep inside of him. The pain of losing the last person in the world that was a connection to his parents. Harry's heart began to beat in his ears as his breathing became deep. He had to fight the anger that was swelling inside him, the blame he felt whenever he thought of what had happened to the last of his family. Harry bit his lip as he looked around the empty common room, what could he do? He had written this letter for help, but the one person he knew that could help, was gone. Wind blew against the window pane as Harry sat alone in his favorite red chair, wishing he could do something, anything to bring Sirius back. The emptiness of the common room began to sneak up on Harry, limiting his breathing until he had no other choice but to get up and make his way to the Great Hall before lunch was over.

As Harry made his way to the portrait hole, he took one last look back at the room, then to the parchment in his hand. He was all alone now, no one to go to for help, well, no one that he trusted to know what to do. Then, without warning, Harry grew angry at Sirius. In his mind he began cursing at him for what he had done. Why had he gone to help Harry, why did he have to care so much? It would have been better if he had listened to Dumbledore and stayed behind. Then again, it would have also been better if Harry had died, not just that night, but any night before then. That way, Sirius would still be alive and Harry wouldn't be stuck with this feeling of guilt. Harry closed his eyes tightly, forcing the tears back into his head as his hand tightly closed around the parchment. There was no one left to help him; No one that would understand Harry's feelings. So he tucked the parchment into his pocket and left the common room.

"Harry, where have you been?" Ron's eyes barely left his half eaten plate of food as Harry took a seat next to him. Ron's round eyes examined his fork intently, as if he was expecting it to do something, but Harry knew what he was really doing. Ron's eyes would sneak a peak in the direction of Calista and Ledell's private table. Hermione's hazel eyes looked thoughtfully at Harry, trying to read his blank expression, which made him nervous, so he looked away toward the other end of the table. Harry sighed.

"No where." Harry grabbed an apple and took a large bite out of it, in the hopes of deterring any future questions. Ron seemed happy with Harry's answer so he picked up his fork then placed it back down, his eyes looking over to Calista, who looked a little nervous. Hermione groaned.

"Ron, cut that out." Hermione's words fell on deaf ears, so she viciously poked Ron in the ribs to get his attention. The poke got a response out of Ron, but his eyes only landed on Hermione with annoyance.

"Jealous, are you?" The words fell out of Ron's mouth so quickly that he instantly took in a sharp breathe of regret, ready for whatever was coming next. Hermione's chest puffed out as she began to think of a retort for Ron and her eyes flared. Harry looked over slightly to see the eye contact that the two shared and could tell, there was about to be a battle. Hermione bit her lip lightly and exhaled.

"Jealous of what? Them?" She shook her bushy hair and rolled her eyes sarcastically. Harry had a feeling that she was jealous of exactly that. The two girls who had come in so late to a new school, but had no trouble with their classes or getting the attention of everyone. Hermione had been in this school for the same amount of time has Harry and Ron, she spent a lot of her free time reading or studying, but she was never fully accepted by the other students of the school. She was a black sheep, which never really bothered her because she had Ron, Harry, and Ginny. But now, the two girls threatened her close knit group of friends, which would make anyone jealous. Hermione scoffed. "They're new, that's their only appeal. Besides, the blonde one isn't very nice, so I don't understand your obsession." Ron flushed as everyone stood to get to their next class, for the three of the, Defense against the dark arts. Harry grabbed his bag with his free hand and took another bite of his apple.

"Her name is Calista and she's only mean to you. Everyone else seems to like her." Ron and Hermione walked side by side with a strange tension between the two. Harry only listened to the two vaguely, for his eyes were glued on Ledell and Calista, who leaned closely into one another and whispered. Both seemed a little nervous while Ledell whispered and Harry could imagine why. The crystal ball incident would scare anyone and it managed to scare everyone. Harry hadn't realized what kind of trouble it stirred until he was walking to class. From over his shoulder he could hear Lavender Brown telling someone else about the incident. Her voice hysterical.

"It was the weirdest thing ever! No one really knows what happened, except that the new girl stormed out of the room yelling, leaving Harry in his seat with the shattered crystal ball screaming. It was the oddest thing ever!" Harry rolled his eyes as Lavender spread the news of what had happened the class before, but there wasn't much he could do now.

Ledell and Calista were already at their table when Harry, Ron, and Hermione had made it to the dungeon where their D.A.D.A class was. Spike, the new professor, was leaning over the two as they spoke to him in a whispered voice. Harry wanted nothing more than to hear what was being said, because the expression of the girls was worried, almost fearful, but Spike's was calm. He even had a small smile across his face, something almost comforting. The smile on Spike's face eased Harry's worry a little, despite the fact that the girls both looked a little troubled as they opened their books and kept their heads down.

"Right then, little bits and boys. Today, we'll be working on a protection charm. It's a bit like a shield that you conjure, can stand for as long as your power don't give up." As the professor spoke, all the girls' began to breathe differently. A lot more relaxed, but at the same time, a little more excited. Harry rolled his eyes and watched Ledell and Calista smirk to one another, probably planning something new to torture Hermione, since their eyes would occasionally glance in her direction. Harry smiled slightly, but he still felt angry at himself for writing that letter to Sirius. Hermione looked over her shoulder to Harry and could see that he seemed preoccupied. She placed a gentle hand on his forearm, with a warm smile. Harry returned the gesture. But Hermione's smile fell as soon as Calista raised her hand.

"Will we be performing the charm in class?" Calista's vicious smile let the professor onto her idea of being mischievous, which only made him chuckle lightly, tilting his head down but looking up at her with a sly smile. Harry could hear slight gasps from behind him, which he tried to ignore until it came from beside him. Hermione was leaning on her hand with a smile, but annoyance was in her eyes when she glared over to Calista.

"Well, for the safety of the others in here, I wish I could say no. But, yeah, we will perform the spell. So pair up… and be have." The professor eyes knowingly glinted at the two girls in front of him as they plastered innocent expressions across their face. Ron laughed and nudged Hermione.

"Watch out, Moine. Looks like they're coming for you." Ron laughed out loud as Hermione's hazel eyes looked at him in annoyance then to the girls only a few tables up from them. They had obviously planned something especially for her, since they're eyes would, on occasion, look over to her.

So the class began casting the shield charm that Professor Spike had taught them. It wasn't a spell that any of them had ever heard, for he said that it was a spell more commonly used in the old days, when magic was new. It was an old magic that had been lost over the centuries. Though Hogwarts was one of the oldest schools in the magic world, the magics of the first witches and wizards had been lost for many centuries due to the fact that they were strictly defensive spells. At a time when wizards and witches were vying for power, they had desire for offensive spells to knock down their enemy, if their spell was strong enough to incapacitate another, they gained the upper hand. Thus, the ancient defensive spells were lost and gave way to the newer ones. But in this class, the professor had given them an ancient spell found in one of the oldest and most dangerous books.

"Repeat after me… Scutum Tello." The class repeated the words, but without the beauty of the professors voice, it was a vampire trick, Harry knew. Vampires were alluring to their prey, humans, so every word from their mouth was supposed to bring the bait closer and closer. The classes repeated the words twice, all except Ledell and Calista, who laughed to themselves. After the words were learned, Spike went over the hand motions, gracefully moving his hands as if he were writing a cursive lower case I in the air. Everyone copied the motion. "All right, raise a shield on yourself. Your partner will try to penetrate it with the 'expelliarmus' charm." Spike's eyes landed on the girls in front of him as he turned on her heel to his desk where he perched himself.

Then it all happened. While Harry and Ron attempted to cast the charm, failing every time, they heard a vicious laughter from behind them. The laughter was unmistakable. It was the laughter of Ledell and Calista, it was like the sound of a ringing bell, but darker. Harry could see the shock in Ron's eyes as he stared off behind Harry's head to the laughter. Then the sound of Hermione's aggravated squeal came from behind Harry, so he turned around viciously to see what had happened. Calista had trapped Hermione in a shield bubble, while Ledell levitated her off the ground. The two were laughing hysterically while the rest of the class watched in amused disbelief. Harry watched in horror as he saw the joy in their beautiful faces at tormenting Hermione, who was now crying in the bubble. It all happened so fast, but at the same time, so slow. The professor came over to the two and grabbed their elbows with a growl in his throat, until they both dropped their wands at their side, giving into his strength. Hermione ran out of the room, tears streaming down her face and that's when he heard it. The laughter in his head, the laugh of the man he became in his dreams, it was a laugh he had heard before, one that was dark and bone chilling. Voldemort's laugh. Then the words came from the mouth of Draco Malfoy.

"Guess mud blood hating is in their genes." The words were barely audible, but Harry had just managed to hear them as he whispered to Pansy. His dreams, they were memories of Voldemort. He had a connection with the two beautiful creatures in front of him.. But before Harry could think of anything else, a searing pain ran through his head, right on top of his scar. One so bad, that he had passed out.