Yes, yes. It is a miracle. In all this mess, I have found time to write some of my story. Again, I thank my father (sarcasm intended) for deleting all the chapters I wrote on my desktop. Now, I get to re-write them all… Even though that may be a good thing. Who knows? Weeeeell. Hope you enjoy this. I've never written from a boy's POV, so I don't really know what goes on in their mind. My brother will help me, though. Him and all of his 6th grade glory. And P.S. I'm not all that great in writing in British terms. I'm sorry.

All right go to JK Rowling. All characters and anything that is in the Harry Potter books belong to her. But, Zara is mineeeee. And the plot is mine.

CHAPTER 7

HARRY'S POV:

Defense against the dark arts…

This class was horrid. Usually, it might be worth looking forward to during the day. This year? Absolutely not.

Professor Slughorn took over Potions class this year, which was once Snape's. Seeing as Snape had always wanted the position of DADA professor, (we all know the story of how Snape has always wanted that position, so I don't feel like typing all of what has happened with him and this spot. And if you don't know, then go re-read the books.), of course he would jump right onto the opportunity to teach this class.

"Class! Pay attention! If I see one more student with a wondering eye, you will all have to stay after class to write lines. (Do they write lines?) Snape's voice cut me out of my thinking, with him looking directly at me. He has always had a problem with me, you see. It has something to do with my mother, Lily Potter, and my father, James Potter. I don't exactly understand the whole thing, just the main facts.

"Now, "he said turning back to the board, "we will start our review. Can someone tell me all that we just went over? Potter, how about you?"

…

"Err… well…" I stuttered, not have paid attention to anything he had said before.

"Exactly what I thought, Mr. Potter. You will pay attention in my classroom, or there will be consequences. Now anyone else care to answer me? Weasley? Mr. Thomas? I see not. Well, I do see a Mr. Malfoy that has the answers. 10 points to Slytherin!" Snape declared.

Malfoy shot a look of triumph toward me, but before he could start his answer, something happened.

There was a loud 'crack' as something, or someone appeared in the back of the room.

Being wizards, we're always prepared for surprised. Well, excluding Neville. But this was different. Nothing ever happened, like this anyway, on school grounds. The castle was too well protected for anything to get into without Dumbledore, or some professor, knowing about it. Maybe Snape new about this? Looking up to see Snape's reaction, he was doing along the line what every other student was doing. Pulling out their wands; preparing for the worst. If they were powerful enough to break through the barriers around Hogwarts, they had to be pretty powerful.

Oh no, oh no. It's time… He's testing someone. Voldermort finally found a way in. I'm not ready… Please. Those thoughts kept occurring in my mind. Maybe this was my time, everything I had been training for in the past six years.

Calm down, Harry. You're over-reacting. Maybe I was over-reacting. I mean, really. How could this girl that looked around the age of 16, be a tester of Voldermort? It just didn't add up. Her looks were exotic. She had the most beautiful eyes I had ever seen, with long, dark, luxurious, hair with red highlights in it. She was tall, just a bit shorter than me. She looked scared to death.

By now, everyone had pulled out their wands and they were pointing them at this girl. She stared at us, bewildered, as if not sure herself what was actually happening.

Snape murmured a spell, and for a second, I was hoping that it wouldn't actually harm her.

What happened next was unexplainable.

She threw her arms out wide around her, as if playing a game of some sort. A type of…bubble… looking elastic surrounded her. As Snape's spell hit that thing squarely in the middle, it rebounded, and hit Snape right in the chest. Usually, this would be something to snicker at, but right now didn't seem like an appropriate time for snickering. The spell threw Snape back into the chalkboard he had recently been writing on.

All of a sudden, the girl in the bubble started giggling. Did she find this funny? Every head turned in her direction, some questioning her motives for being here by their facial expressions, and some just plain frightened on her.

Snape got up and started walking cautiously around her. Snape put his wand up to the shield.

This was definitely not one of his smartest moves.

DRACO'S POV:

This was surreal. Things like this didn't happen at Hogwarts. (Read at the bottom for funny story about the name Hogwarts.) She has a shield, I think. Very unique. How does she do this? How did she get in here? There were so many questions. But, the question right now is whether or not Snape knows what he is actually doing.

Snape put his wand up to her shield, testing his lengths as in what he will be able to do. I noticed the girl breath in and out deeply, as if preparing for something. Uh-oh.

She threw her arms out wide, while expanding her shield in the process. The shield made its way across the room, pushing back everything in its path. Laughing at the sight in front of me, despite the meaning of this-

WHAM!

I felt some kind of pressure being put on me, pushing me backwards into the wall. I tried to plant my feet on the ground, but I didn't have the sense of direction right now. I was tumbling backwards, not able to control my movements or anything else about myself. Once face first against the wall, I tried to push myself backwards, in hope of moving away from the wall, but I couldn't. It was as if I was being held here by and invisible force. Her shield! It's the cause of all of this! It was holding me in place, forbidding me to go anywhere. I finally moved my head sideways so I could examine the damage done to the room.

Everything was a mess. Papers, books, desks, and even Snape were against the wall! Snape was cramped against the wall, with his knees pushed against his chest. If this girl can do this damage to Snape, surely she is a worker for Voldermort. Had my mission been changed? Nothing was supposed to happen until the end of the school year! Surely he would send some sort of sign that the Dark Lord had changed his mind…wouldn't he?

A feeling of warmth spread over me as the force was removed.

"Draco," Professor Snape said to me, "go get Dumbledore. Now. Tell him it's urgent. Do not tell him anything more. He shall see for himself."

Quickly walking out of the room, I took a quick glance over my shoulder to look at the mess again. While doing this, I caught the eye of Snape who was sending me a message to do as he said now.

I rushed down the corridor. Where was I supposed to find Dumbledore? Surely, I wouldn't have to go all the way to his office. Right as I thought this, the door to my right opened from the Potion's room, and out stepped Professor Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts.

"Why, Draco. I'm surprised to see you here, right now. Aren't you supposed to be in Professor Snape's classroom right now?" Dumbledore spoke with the same sincere voice he always uses.

"Snape-"I said before he cut me off.

"Ah, ah, ah. It's Professor Snape, Mr. Malfoy. Now, please continue." He spoke anxiously.

"Excuse me, Sir. Professor Snape told me to come get you. He said it was urgent, and to not tell you anything other than that." I spoke hastily.

Without another word, Dumbledore took off rapidly down the corridor, making it back to the DADA classroom in record time. The whole time back, he never even spared me one glance. Of course, I'm sorry it's not Potter who was asked to come get you.

BACK IN THE CLASSROOM

"Oh my. It seems the prophecy was right… I think she has finally arrived, Serevus." Dumbledore spoke with wonder.

"No, you do not mean…?" Severus gasped.

"Yes, I am afraid so." Dumbledore walked toward her.

"Young one, do not fret. We have no intention to harm you, though it seems if that was what we were getting it, it would be likely impossible to do so. Come with me. Trust me." Dumbledore spoke unwaveringly.

The mystery girl gave nothing to show that she was going to answer him.

"Please. We could help you. We knew you were coming." Wait. Dumbledore knew she was coming? No wonder he isn't as surprised as everyone else. Apparently, Snape knew too. Does Voldermort know about this? Surely he does, since Snape does.

Finally giving in, she hunches her shoulders, gives a slight nod of her head, and looks sheepishly at Dumbledore, and the rest of the classroom. She followed Snape and Dumbledore out of the room.

"Wow. That sure was something, ay Harry?" Ron Weasley said once everyone had gotten excited about the previous events.

"Oh shut it, you git." I interjected.

Soooooo. Did you like it? I hope so.

FUNNY STORY. Me and my dad were talking about this story, and he said, 'that wizard school wart hogs?' Of course, my dad doesn't know anything about Harry Potter. He has never even seen it. I died out laughing, and he still didn't know what he did wrong. I made him watch it when we got home. He still declares it should be warts hogs, not Hogwarts. Hahahah.

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