Chapter 10

A Least Likely Companion

I spent my days the same way I did the first night. I'd hide out in my campsite during the day, and I'd go back to that city where I duelled Rae-Anne and her Death Eater pals by night, turns out, it was very big in magical numbers, so there were a lot of Daily Prophets hanging around in magical places.

Voldemort, seeing as he took over the Ministry of Magic, had also taken over the wizarding newspaper, creating a new Ministry Department: The Muggleborn Registration Commission. To this department, every Muggleborn witch and wizard were to report for an interview on how they had "stolen" their magical powers from a witch or wizard of pure blood or how they obtained their wands.

So, with this in mind, I was constantly worried about Hermione. She was a Muggleborn, so therefore a prime target for the new "Magic is Might" regime.

I watched as the city I called my stomping ground was infiltrated by Death Eaters and accused Muggleborns were arrested and Apparated away to Skinner knew where, but I knew I had to do something soon, or many people, regardless of their blood status as a witch or wizard, would be killed.

It had been two weeks since I went on the run, and I had discovered that Severus Snape, my Head of House that killed Albus Dumbledore was now the Headmaster of Hogwarts! The very nerve!

That, and I, Hannah Lillian Isabella Marie Potter, was wanted for questioning in the death along with my brother.

The night I first made myself known to the magical world, I was sitting on top of my regular spot on the roof, eating a sandwich that I bought from a deli owned by a friendly Muggle when I heard a scream.

"Let me go! I'm not a Muggleborn!" a girl's voice shouted as I stood up and walked to the edge of the roof.

There was a blonde young woman who was being attacked by someone I'd've known anywhere.

Fenrir Greyback, the werewolf that tried to kill me.

"Well, girly, that's not what the Ministry says." Greyback sneered, oblivious to my presence and grabbing the woman's arm.

"LET ME GO!" the woman screamed "HELP ME SOMEONE, ANYONE!"

I sighed, grabbing my Invisibility Cloak from my backpack wand before I ran, jumping off the roof and landing with a quick nonverbal Cushioning Charm.

Impendimenta! I thought, knocking Greyback back with a scream from the woman, who my back was facing.

I dodged a few well aimed blows from Greyback and managed to sneak behind him and hit him with another nonverbal spell.

Expelliarmous!

Greyback flew backwards and into the wall, making the woman summersault out of the way, her blonde hair hiding her face as I punched Greyback in the face and stomach.

"W-Who's there?" Greyback demanded, regaining his footing.

I smirked, not dignifying his question with a response before I drew my wand and pointed it at his heart.

Stupefy! I thought, making Greyback slump against the wall, Stunned.

I sighed content with my work as I ripped my Cloak off and turned to the woman, who was standing up. "Are you o- YOU!" I said, drawing my wand and pointing it at the woman.

The woman had long blonde hair and brown eyes wearing a Gryffindor scarf.

She was my worst enemy and my cousin by marriage, Annabelle Drosie.

"What are the first names of Annabelle Drosie's friends from first year?" I demanded.

"N-Nancy O'Neil and J-Jamie Vain, Vain abandoned me after second year's first match when I knocked you off your broom with a Bludger!" Drosie said, terrified before asking. "What colour did Potter have the Weasley twins change my hair into after the Bludger stunt in second year?"

"Silver and green, Slytherin colours." I said, snickering at the memory.

"Right." Drosie said.

"Drosie?" I said, tucking away my wand.

"P-P-P-P-Potter?" Drosie stammered, clambering to her feet. "I thought you were on the run!" she added with a sneer.

"I am, smart ass." I snapped, rolling my eyes "This is where I am, and be grateful I saved your ass. What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at Hogwarts? Term started two days ago!" I said.

"I meant to," Drosie sneered, going into a sitting position "but unlike you, the Ministry's not as nosy as to check into my bloodline, so in the Ministry's eyes, I'm still a Mudblood. Well?" she demanded, glaring at me "Aren't you going to help me up?" she added, holding out her hand.

I sighed. "Whatever, your royal pain in the Highness." I said, taking her hand and helping her up before wiping my hand. "Go. You got to find a safe place to hide." I said.

Drosie, for the first time since I met her, looked concerned. "What about you? Where're you gonna go?"

"I got a place." I said "Here for food and news and somewhere further from here to sleep, not to far from where I was brought up."

"Where're am I supposed to go?" Drosie demanded "My father's gone and got himself entered as a Death Eater after divorcing my Muggle mother and my mother left with my siblings and not me, I have nowhere to go!" she whined.

I blinked. I never knew how bad Drosie had it. But…was my sympathy for her enough to make my solo journey become one with a duo?

Come on, Hannah, Little Angel Hannah said. it'll be the right thing to do! And besides, Drosie owes you one. You saved her life!

I say we let the girl alone, after all she's done to you, you honestly think that she deserves our help? Little Devil Hannah asked. Just walk away and say "Tough cookies!"

It isn't what Skinner would do! Angel Hannah said. He'd take anyone in need in.

I sighed, I guess Angel me had a point, Drosie owed me one, it was the right thing to do and Skinner would do the same.

"Hey," I said to Drosie, who was starting to walk away "if you want, I have an extra few bunks in my tent. You can stay with me."

Drosie turned around and gaped at me "After all I did to you?" she asked "After I ratted you out to Snape about your broom ride and nearly getting you expelled with that duel stunt in first year, knocked you off your broom after the match in second year, set a Hippogriff on your best friend in third year, gave Rita Skeeter false information on you during the Triwizard, lying to you and pretending to be your friend to betray your DA when Umbridge at Hogwarts and nearly beating the shit out of you last term, you want me to stay with you? Why?" she asked.

I shrugged "It's called kindness, Drosie. You should really try it sometime, people will actually like you more for it and want to be your friend, maybe Jamie will want to be your friend again if you do." I said. "Well, are you accepting my offer or not?" I asked.

Drosie looked down, then up at me. "I never thought I'd be saying this to you, Potty, but, yes. I'll stay with you. Thanks."

I smiled "No problem." I said. "Grip my arm. You have any things on you?"

Drosie nodded "Yeah, they're in here." she said, handing me a purse "Undetectable Extension Charm." she said "I have anything I could need in there. Plus some Muggle and wizard money."

"Smart." I said as Drosie gripped my arm and we Apparated towards my tent with one thought in mind.

Well, this is going to be very awkward.

…

When we got close to where the tent was, we walked the rest of the way.

"It's a little ways away." I said, starting to lift the Charms I used to protect the tent as I saw the clearing where I pitched it.

"Great." Drosie said unenthusiastically.

"There's the Drosie I'm used to, a whiny bitch." I said as I got to the mouth of the tent and opening the flap for her "Her Royal Pain in the ass, welcome to your new home, at least until this war is over."

"Thank you, Pothead." Drosie snapped, walking in and picking up Alejandro and smirking "Who knew the Great Hannah Potter still slept with a teddy bear…oh, make that two teddy bears!" she added, dropping Alejandro and picking up my dragon.

I sighed "Those are mine, and the rule is you can stay, provided my stuff gets left alone!" I growled.

"Oh, someone's on their period." Drosie joked "But just out of curiosity, who gave you these?"

I shrugged, taking both Alejandro back and my dragon (who needed a name very badly) "Draco gave me Alejandro when we were infants before my parents died, and then Draco gave me the dragon last Christmas."

"How sweet, a Draco giving a Potter gifts." Drosie sneered "I think that's why you're in this relationship to begin with. Draco buys you things that you like."

I scoffed "What?" I asked "No, it's not because Draco buys me things that I love him. Down, Hellion," I added warningly to my black cat, who was snarling at Drosie "Get used to her, she's staying here." I added before continuing with my rant "I love him because he's kind, gentle, friendly, passionate, romantic, spontaneous…"

"Yeah, Draco the Death Eater, real romantic and spontaneous, Potter. Draco deserves so much better than you!"

"Oh, yeah, like who?" I demanded, losing my patience.

"Me." Drosie said.

"Yeah, you're so much better than me!" I said sarcastically "This coming from the girl that only has one friend, and was never kissed, whereas I've been kissed several times and have so many friends that I don't know where to start!"

"Don't rub it in, Pothead!" Drosie snapped "It's about due time that someone's knocked you off your high horse, maybe Draco's going to move on to someone else while you're off hiding from what you know you can't avoid. Death!"

I blinked, suddenly curious "Why do you hate me so much?" I asked.

"Why shouldn't I hate you? Let's start with what House you're in. You're a Slytherin, I'm a Gryffindor, we're supposed to loathe each other on principle! But with you, oh, no, every Gryffindor likes Hannah Potter, and why, do you ask? Look at your last name? Potter! If you were any other Slytherin, like say Parkinson, they'd all loathe you. Let's now look at who you're boyfriend is. Draco Lucius Malfoy, Slytherin's Ice Prince and by far the most beautiful man that set foot in Hogwarts, with his white blond hair, his cobalt coloured eyes, and his aristocratic flair and abilities that would make every girl swoon!" Drosie snapped. "And then you come in, with your perfect life and your amazing friends and your stupid element affinities and your mind reading and Seeing skills and you just steal his heart all over again, you turn your back on him, and then you take him back. He deserves so much more than you." Drosie said, tears in her eyes.

I finally got it. "You're in love with Draco, aren't you?" I asked.

"Gee, you think?" Drosie asked sarcastically "No one can really hate you! I mean, look at you? You're Hannah Potter! You survived the Dark Lord three times before you were even of age, you can control the elements, you're popular, amiable! No one can help but like you, you're so friendly!" Drosie took a deep breath and sighed "Come to think of it you're too perfect. I mean, what sort of guy would want me compared to the great Hannah Potter? Compared to you, I'm just second best."

I blinked "You think that way?" I asked.

Drosie scoffed "Who doesn't?" she asked. "I know you do, or, at least you did, when Malfoy cheated on you for Zimmerman."

"How'd you -" I asked.

"It was so obvious." Drosie said, having calmed down some from her little rant. "Nothing I said to you got you riled up. It was obvious you were depressed, everyone was worried about you. Including, and I hate to say it," Drosie paused, shuddering "me."

I was shocked. Drosie was worried about me when Draco and I broke up fifth year? "You were worried about me?" I asked. "That's actually kind of sweet."

"Oh, no," Drosie said, going back to her snippy tone "I just wanted my nemesis back so I could rile her up. My intentions were completely selfish, I assure you."

I smirked "Sure they were." I said before realizing "Crap! I forgot to set the Charms back up!" I swore, grabbing my wand and heading outside "It's a miracle that no one heard us, especially with you yelling like a banshee!"

"Sorry," Drosie sneered, grabbing her own wand "here, I'll help." she added, following me out of the tent.

…

It took a shorter time to put up the security Charms with Drosie helping, even though she was constantly bumping into me and asking me if I used a certain Charm yet.

When we finally finished with both of us saying "Muffilato." a spell I found in the Half Blood Prince's potions' book from my sixth year that I brought with me, we turned to each other and grinned, for the first time at each other without a sneer in the way.

"Thanks for the help." I said.

Drosie scoffed "Please, Potter, it was either help you and get the work done faster or have Death Eaters find us and die." she said.

I sighed. "So much for the sentimental moment." I mumbled as Drosie walked into the tent "You know, when you want to be, you're actually very friendly towards me."

"Oh, don't get me wrong, Pothead," Drosie said, turning around and sneering at me "I hate you. Not as much, but I still strongly dislike you." she said before vowing "And I always will." she finished, walking into the tent before pausing at the mouth and turning to me "Hey, Potter?" she asked.

"Yeah?" I said, turning around.

"Thanks for saving me." Drosie said walking in.

I raised my eyebrows as I followed her into the tent and gave her a bed (Thank goodness I had brought extra bedding.) and thought.

Did I actually see Annabelle Drosie smile?

A/N: How unexpected! Hannah and her worst enemy working TOGETHER! D'you think that Hannah and Drosie will survive...or will they just rip out each other's throats?