He turned wide, panicked eyes to the door before shoving the small book back and diving behind the sofa. The only spot where he could hide behind. He made himself as small as possible and held his breath as two figures made their way inside.

"Excccelent." Hissed a voice.

He couldn't see them and hoped they couldn't see them. He knew one of them was Pinkblossom, but he couldn't place the voice of the second person.

"Soon only those loyal to you will remain." Promised Pinkblossom.

Zephyr had his back pressed against the sofa and listened as the two figures moved to the bureau. There was some rustling as someone rifled through papers.

"Here it is, my Lord. A list of all the students that have been eliminated or are presently in the infirmary."

"Hmm… there are too many namesss. Has their loyalty in me faded over the yearsss? Well, that will change asss sssoon asss I have my body back."

Body? Back?

His heart was hammering in his chest and he was sure they would be able to hear it as they walked passed the sofa, from their footsteps Zephyr could guess they were moving towards the door, finished with their business here and leaving.

The door closed and locked again and Zephyr could breathe freely again. He had to stop getting in these situations, if this continued, he would die young from a heart attack or something.

He quickly made a copy of the potion instructions and left, relocking the door as he went.

Zephyr was walking through an unused part of the corridor when he could hear voices behind him. He looked around him and slipped through a door on his right. On the other side he held his ear to the door to listen as the voices moved away.

Turning around, he looked at the room he was in. There was dust all over and was swirling in the air. In the middle of the room stood a boy in front of a large mirror. Zephyr stepped closer, his shoe squeaking against the floor making the boy snap out of whatever trance he was in and turn to look at Zephyr.

"Harry? What are you doing here?" Asked Zephyr.

"Me? What about you!" Said Harry defensively.

"Hiding." He said as he stopped at Harry's side. "What is this?"

"It's the mirror of erised." Explained Harry. "It shows your heart's desire."

"Really?" He peered closer. "Looks like a regular mirror to me."

"Look again, what do you see?" He asked while stepping aside so Zephyr was the only one in front of the mirror.

Zephyr took a step back so he could see himself fully. At first nothing happened and he frowned. But then his image changed. He grew a bit taller and his form filled out a bit. He looked healthier. His father appeared from the side and stood behind Zephyr, from the other side came Caroline and she mirrored his dad's stance. His image turned to look at them and gave them a bright smile, which they returned. He could see the love in their eyes as they looked at him and then at each other.

This was his heart's desire? To have loving parents who loved both him and each other. Was this what he would have looked like if Caroline loved him and his father was there with them? How amazing would his life have been if this image was reality.

He turned away from the mirror to look at Harry.

Harry didn't notice at first when the door opened, so fixated was he on the image of his parents. But when the loud squeak went through the air, he thought someone had found out about his nightly visits to the mirror.

He was shocked to see Zephyr in front of him. What was he hiding from? After he had told Zephyr about the mirror of erised and made him try it he watched as a look of longing appeared on Zephyr's face. The same look that could be found on his own face every time he looked at the mirror.

"What did you see." He asked again as Zephyr looked at him. He hadn't wanted anyone to find out about the mirror but this was Zephyr, nice and kind Zephyr. Harry could share this with him.

"Loving parents." Said Zephyr, and it looked as if he regretted saying it.

"Me too. My parents, I mean, I saw my parents." Harry told him.

Zephyr nodded and they both glanced back at the mirror.

"Let's go." Said Zephyr.

They left the big room and walked back to the great hall, which was deserted.

"Thank you for that tip about Nicholas Flamel. Hermione was able to find out loads about him and the philosopher's stone." He said once they had stopped walking.

"No problem. Good night, Harry." Zephyr said and walked towards the dungeons.

"'Night, Zephyr."

He didn't know why, but for some reason Zephyr was standoffish. Perhaps the mirror had shocked him, he was, the first time he saw his parents appear behind his reflection. That must be it. He'd be right as rain in a few days.

He wasn't in shock, like Harry thought. He was thinking about the conversation between Pinkblossom and the unknown person. She called him 'my Lord' which was strange enough, but the person was talking about getting his body back. How could one lose their body and still live?

This whole situation was getting weirder and weirder.

With a sigh he made himself ready for bed.

Once he was comfortably sitting against the headboard he picked up the notebook from his bedside table and began to write.

"Draco, do you know of anyone that would want to be called 'Lord'?"

He had to wait a few minutes before he got a reply.

"… Voldemort." This was written in a shaky handwriting, as if Draco was scared of the name alone.

"You mean the Dark Wizard?"

"Do you know any other Voldemorts?"

"None that are alive and this person was alive and speaking. Well, more like hissing."

"It has to be Voldemort."

"But Voldemort is dead!"

"Tell me what you heard."

"Pinkblossom : Everything is going according to plan. Soon only those loyal to you will remain. Here it is, my Lord. A list of all the students that have been eliminated or are presently in the infirmary.

Unknown person : Excccelent (yes, he was drawing out the 'c'). Has their loyalty in me faded over the years? Well, that will change asss soon asss I have my body back."

"'my body back'?"

"That's what I heard."

"Did you see anything?"

"No, I was hiding behind the sofa. I did find the recipe of the potion used. The Terrore vitam potion."

"It means Eternal sleep. You should give the recipe to uncle Sev, he can brew the antidote."

"I'll do that tomorrow. How was the party?"

"It was boring, just as I predicted. It was all stuffy and there were loads of officials and I had to polite and smile every time."

"Sounds awful."

"It was, trust me, it was. I'm tired so I'm going to bed now. Good night, Zephyr."

"Sleep tight, Draco."

The notebook was placed back on the table and he laid down on the bed.

Next to him was the wolf he'd gotten as a present. Zephyr picked it up and held it in the air above him. This was his father's stuffed toy, and before that his grandmother's, and before that his great grandmother's. who knew how old this toy was. But it didn't look like it. He pulled the wolf close to his chest and hugged it. He fell asleep like that, and no nightmares came.

Harry, Hermione and Ron were currently in the library working on their holiday homework. Well, Hermione was working and Harry was attempting to, Ron had completely given up and was moaning about the unfairness of homework.

"I think Snape really hates us, I mean 12 inches on the properties of… what was it?"

"The properties of moonstone and how it works in a chosen potion." Supplied Hermione.

"Right, that. It's just so much!" Ron whined.

Harry sighed. "It's better to do it now instead of at the last minute." He advised.

He noticed out of the corner of his eye a boy with black hair standing in front of the history section. Harry turned his head and recognised the boy as Zephyr. He was looking intensely at the books in front of him and so didn't notice Harry staring at him.

"Zephyr." He called out, making the boy startle and turn around. Harry waved him over as soon as the Zephyr had seen the owner of the voice.

"Harry," he nodded, "good afternoon."

"Join us, Zephyr." Harry gestured to the empty seat next to him, in between him and Hermione. He felt a wave of uncomfortableness.

"Uhm… you're doing your homework, right? I already finished that." Zephyr'd clearly hesitated. But, why. He knew as soon as he glanced at Hermione, the girl was glaring with all her might, which wasn't much. He'd seen better from Zephyr, which was shocking because the boy looked adora- uh… kind. Because he looked way too kind to glare so ferociously at someone. But he had that day Harry had cornered him to ask if he was alright.

"What are you going to do, then?" He asked, trying to keep Zephyr's attention off of the girl.

"I was going to borrow this book and read it by the lake." Zephyr said.

"Sounds fun. I'll join you." Harry stood up and gathered his books, parchment and quill and put them inside his bag, which he slung onto his shoulder.

"Hold on, Harry! What about your homework? You have to finish it." Said Hermione.

"Besides are you really ditching us for a Slytherin?" Added Ron, clearly offended.

"I'll finish it outside." He said with a shrug.

"Are you sure you want to join me. It won't be very exciting." Zephyr said, looking unsure. Now not only was Hermione glaring at him, but Ron had joined as well. Zephyr took a step back at the hostility."

"Why don't you just go away and leave Harry alone!" Said the redhead.

Zephyr sneered at the both of them. "Are you even listening to yourself?! Leave him alone? If I remember correctly, he was the one to call me over, no the other way around. Besides, who are you to demand that of me, huh?"

Ron went red with anger and stood up. "Why, you little snake. Stop acting so high and mighty." His fist was clenched.

"Guys…" Harry tried to interject, while Hermione looked on, doing nothing.

"Little snake? Didn't you call me a snake at the beginning of the year as well? Can't come up with something new?" He mocked.

It happened in a split second, if he had known Ron would do this he would have stopped it. Perhaps even jump in front of him.

Ron's fist struck Zephyr's cheek and nose and the black haired boy fell down.

"Ron!" Yelled Harry, wide eyed. Pain and anger burst from Zephyr. Harry couldn't believe the redhead would use violence. He hurried to help Zephyr sit up and checked to see if he was hurt anywhere. Zephyr had his hand clasped over his nose and Harry gently pulled it away. He watched as Zephyr stared at his bloodied hand. The punch had given him a blood nose and It was still bleeding heavily.

Suddenly Zephyr glared from where he was sitting and leaning against Harry up to Ron. "Weasley." He hissed. The other two Gryffindors looked shocked at he vehemence in Zephyr's voice, but Harry had heard it before. Zephyr wiped the blood away with the back of his hand before Harry helped him stand up.

Zephyr pinched his nose shut and said, a bit nasally, "You better watch your back." And with that he stormed out of the library. Harry shot his friends, did he still like them after this? a disappointed glance and followed Zephyr.

"Let's go to the infirmary." He said as soon as he had caught up.

Zephyr nodded and they walked towards the south wing, where the infirmary was.

"It still hurts, doesn't it?"

Zephyr nodded. "It's throbbing, and I think it stopped bleeding. Oh! You can feel it, right? The pain?"

"Yeah, I can, but oddly enough, I couldn't feel anything from Ron. I swear, if I had, I would have stopped him."

"I know you would have."

The rest of their walk was in silence but it wasn't long before they arrived.

When they went in they were greeted by Madam Pomfrey who immediately ordered Zephyr to sit on one of the infirmary bed.

"Wait one moment, Mr. Snape. I'll be right with you." With that she bustled of to the poor fellow who, by the sound of it, was puking up his guts.

"From planning to go to the lake to sitting on a bed in the infirmary. What a day, huh?" He said, looking out of the window.

"I'm really sorry this happened, Zephyr." Harry apologised.

"Harry. This isn't your fault." He reassured.

Harry was about to say something, but at that moment Madam Pomfrey came to them.

"Let's see, then." She tilted Zephyr's face up by the chin and turned his head left and right before pointing her wand at his nose. A few muttered spells later and his nose was back to new, clear of blood.

"There, you had a small break on the bridge of your nose but I fixed it. It's a good thing you came to me, young man. May I ask how this happened?" She inquired.

Harry was certain Zephyr would say that Ron had punched him, so it came as a shock when Zephyr gave a different reason.

"I fell, Madam Pomfrey." Zephyr told her.

"You fell? Well, make sure it doesn't happen again. Now, off you go." She shooed them out of the infirmary and closed the door behind them.

"Why did you lie?" Was out of mouth the moment the door closed.

"He would have gotten detention." Was all he said.

"I don't understand." Asked Harry, puzzled.

"Detention is too simple, Harry. Slytherins take care of themselves. I'm going to make him regret ever thinking of punching me." Zephyr said in a cold voice.

Harry nodded. "Are we still going to the lake?"

"I'm not really in the mood for reading anymore."

Harry was silent for a while, he didn't want to part from Zephyr just yet. There had to be something they could do, right?

"Want to go flying?"

"Flying?" Zephyr repeated. "Uhh… I don't have a broom."

Harry grinned, he wanted to go flying with Zephyr, no excuses could prevent that.

"There are school brooms you can borrow." He pointed out.

"Won't it be boring with me? I mean you're the youngest seeker in a century. I haven't even gotten off the ground!"

"I'll teach you. Please come flying with me." Harry pleaded.

"I…"

"Please?" He drew out the word.

Zephyr sighed and nodded, his shoulders slumping. "Al right, but it's your fault if I end up in the infirmary again.

Harry grinned in triumph.

"Don't worry. I won't let anything happen to you." He promised.