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I walked back up to Gryffindor Tower after awhile of standing there with Draco.

"Password, please," The Fat Lady said to me from her portrait.

"Gobbldegook," I said brightly.

"You are in quite a better mood than earlier," she said as she swung her portrait open.

"Yep, thanks," I said as I walked in.

I looked around and eventually found Harry sitting with Hermione, Ron and Ginny at a table near the fire.

"Hi guys!" I said as I walked over to them. "Here ya go, Harry." I handed him the map.

"Thanks, Schylar," he said taking it back.

I looked around and everyone's shocked expressions weren't quite registering with me.

"Hey, Earth to friends," I said waving my hand in front of their faces.

"Hi, Schy," Hermione stammered. "How did you get in here?"

Suddenly their expressions made sense. I laughed, "Harry gave me the password so I could get his map. I had to do some investigating."

They didn't ask any questions about what I was investigating. I doubt they'd want to know anyway.

I settled in with them and Ron and Ginny continued their argument on which Quidditch team was the best. Ron thought the Chudley Cannons were best; Ginny was for the Holyhead Harpies.

"So, Schylar," Hermione said interrupting their argument. "What's got you so happy?"

I felt myself blushing, "Nothing. I'm just in a good mood. Why were you so happy this morning?"

"Same reason; I was in a good mood."

We both knew we weren't telling each other everything, but we called a silent truce.

The five of us talked for a while longer, then I went back to my own dorm and, for once, had a good night's sleep.

Monday Morning

I went to the Great Hall the next morning still happy, but determined to let Draco know I was still angry with him.

I had just put some bacon on my plate when the post came. I looked up, not really expecting anything. To my surprise I saw Athena soaring toward me. She lighted down next to my plate and stuck her leg out so I could untie the letter attached there.

She kept looking from me to my plate, so I gave her my bacon and she hooted happily before flying off to do whatever she did during the day.

I unrolled the letter and upon seeing the slanting handwriting of Dumbledore, I suddenly remembered the letter had sent him. I began to read, eager to know what he had thought about the dream.

Schylar,

Thank you for telling me about your dream. It is most unsettling. I think you should take it as a warning. I believe you saw this before it happened. A vision of sorts. Harry saw things through Voldemort's perspective; you're seeing it as a bystander. I also know that he is currently staying at Malfoy Manor. That would just be my guess, and my guesses are usually correct. Speaking of the Malfoys, please stay close to Draco. He needs a true friend, and you are that friend. He seems to be quite fond of you. Just another one of my guesses. I have to tell you that while you are not the first student to wake me in the middle of the night, you are the first to do it by owl. You were quite right to do that. Mr. Filch would have, as you put it, had a cow. You gave me a laugh. Thank you. Should you ever have another vision, come to me at once.

Sincerely,

Professor Dumbledore

I rolled the letter back up and put it in my book bag. So Voldemort was the guest at Draco's. I was going to find him to talk to him about it, and then I remembered that I was still mad at him.

In the middle of my internal argument about whether or not I wanted to be mad at Draco, I had the funniest mental picture of Athena tapping on Dumbledore's door and him answering it wearing a dressing gown and a nightcap with stars on them.

I had an urge to start laughing. Apparently Harry saw the picture, too because some of the older Slytherins were pointing toward the Gryffindor table and when I looked over there, Harry was choking on his drink because he had started to laugh.

Where did that come from, Schy? I know I didn't think that.

Ha-ha, sorry, Harry. I explained the letter to him.

Oh…yeah then that makes some sense. Don't worry about it.

That day in potions, Draco left Crabbe and Goyle to sit next to me.

"Hey, Schylar."

"Hello, Draco." I tried not to be too nice-sounding.

"How are you?" He seemed to know I was still mad.

"Fine," I said in my best irritated-Hermione impression.

"Oh, well that's good."

"Yeah."

Slughorn decided to start class just then. We were to create a batch of an antidote for poisoning using wolfsbane and essence of dittany.

I started making my antidote, remembering what Hermione had said earlier that week about antidotes. When I looked over to where she was sitting, she seemed to be off to a good start. She and Neville were partners and even he didn't seem to be having a problem with it.

"Schylar are you mad at me?" Draco asked.

I had to stifle a giggle and tried to give him an annoyed expression, but it probably looked like I had to burp.

"Yes, Draco. I'm mad at you. Please add to drops of Dittany."

He added the ingredient, "But, why?"

"I told you why. Or have you forgotten?"

He seemed to have really forgotten. "What do you mean? The only thing I remember was you smiling and hugging me."

"Really, Draco?" I lowered my voice, "You mean you don't recall what to did to Katie and what you said to me before-hand?"

His face fell, "Oh…yeah. I guess you're right to be mad at me."

"Yeah, ya think?"

"Just don't be mad for too long, okay?" he smiled.

"I'll be mad for as long as I like," I smiled as I said it, despite myself.

At the end of class, Slughorn told us that he'd have our grades for our antidotes by the next class.

Later that day

I was sitting in the Common Room, which was predictably deserted. I was seriously beginning to wonder if there were any other Slytherins besides the Quidditch team, Draco, Pansy and I. It seemed doubtful.

Draco walked in and I decided it was time to talk to him about his parents' house guest.

"Draco, can I talk to you?"

"I see you're not mad at me anymore."

I rolled my eyes, "Not at the moment anyway. Wanna take a walk with me?"

"Sure," he said. "After you, miss." He said motioning to the door.

I raised my eyebrows, "You're such a weirdo." I laughed as I walked out the door.

We walked out to the lake in silence. It was a happy silence though.

I turned to him, "I know he's at your house."

"Who?" he tried to act like he didn't know what I was talking about, but I didn't miss the shock that passed through his eyes.

"Voldemort, Draco; I know he's there."

He looked at the lake as he sat down, "Oh."

I sat down next to him and put my hand on his arm, "I'm not mad at you or anything."

"You should be. You really should be, Schylar. You don't know what I have to do."

"What he told you to do; I know what you're supposed to do."

He shook his head, "Did you see that I had to repair the Vanishing Cabinet in the Come-and-Go Room?"

"You have to repair an old cabinet?"

"It's not just a cabinet. It'll give the Death Eaters access into the school."

I didn't know what to say. He looked so hurt it made me want to cry.

"Draco," I put my arm around him.

"You hate me don't you?"

I put my head on his shoulder, "No, I don't hate you. I've told you that before. I don't think I could ever hate you."

"You're the only one."

"I'm your friend. I'll always be your friend. I know what you're going through. Believe me, I've felt it."

He laid his head on my head, "Ha, yeah. I forgot about that."

Once again I felt great sitting there with him. Suddenly I was pulled into what seemed to be a vision.

I heard the cold voice, "Narcissa, I have been very pleased with you. You're family will be redeemed. If your son can complete his task."

"Yes, my lord," I heard a quavering voice of a woman who I assumed to be Draco's mother.

"If he doesn't, you will all feel Lord Voldemort's wrath," the voice of my father said.

Suddenly I was back next to Draco. He was looking at me like he was very scared.

"Schylar, what happened?"

"I-I think I just had a vision. He was with your mom; he said if you didn't complete the task, you'd all pay." I was shaking.

"C'mon, I'm taking you to Dumbledore."

Haha, cliffhanger-ish ending! I'm back a school so the next chapters might be kinda short.

Well, Asta-La-Soup!! XD