Ok so... long. Very very very very very very very long. Probably my longest chapter, but hey, I couldn't find a place to cut it and it's just more to reaaaadd! Lol, hope you guys like it :)

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Draco met her in front of the girl's dormitory at twelve thirty. He has dressed in a black hooded cloak. His whole face seemed to be brighter than usual though.

"You ready to go?" he asked. Trinity was dressed in a jet back cloak Wormtail had gotten her. It reminded her of the Death Eater's costume. The thought made her shiver.

She nodded. "Yes, let's go." But again, this was a lie. She wasn't ready, she was extremely nervous. She was sure something bad was going to happen. Why had she agreed? Oh that stupid Harry Potter! He was always influencing her to do stupid things, think stupid thoughts. But she still followed Draco out of the school and into the night.

"Are you cold?" he asked. She could barely see him in the black night, but she could already tell that he was pink.

"I'm fine thanks," she whispered. Honestly, she was too scared of being caught to think about much else. She hoped her shivering came across as cold, not nervous.

"Oh, okay," he stated. When they reached the Forbidden Forest, Trinity was almost relieved. Almost. She was still extremely nervous about being caught, but in there, it seemed less likely. Now all she had to worry about was the terrifying creatures. Great.

She worked her way through the woods and thickets, (being slightly reminded of her time in the forest) until Draco showed her the place where the Slytherins were meeting up. He seemed to be trying quite hard to stay strong, but she could tell he was extremely nervous. His palms were sweaty.

The kids were torturing a poor toad that one of the boys stated they had gotten from Neville Longbottom. Trinity tried to get them to stop, but they just told her to look away. She figured they could have said worse. "Draco, stop them," Trinity whispered to him.

"It's funny!" He stated, eyes on the toad floating in midair.

"Draco, how? The poor creatures getting pulverized! You could at least get them to move onto something else," she stated. But Draco pretended as though he could not hear her and kept laughing.

She sat there bored for a while, waiting for something to happen, when she sensed something. A presence. A dark presence. "Draco, we should leave," Trinity stated, standing up from the log she'd been sitting on.

"Not now, they're going to put it in a full body bind!" he stated.

"No, Draco, we have to leave, I'm, um, getting scared." she stated.

But Draco seemed drunk on his own enjoyment and just told her to come to him and he'd make her feel safe. As though he owned her. She was getting angry at him, and almost left without him, but couldn't. She didn't want whatever was out there to get them too. "Please Draco," she begged. She could feel it coming closer. They needed to leave, now. He waved her away. Get their attention, she thought.

She stood up and pointed to an area that they had placed in case they wanted to start a fire. "Incendio!" she stated, and flames burst violently into the pit. Everyone reared back. "We have to leave this place, now!" she shouted, but it was too late, out of the woods came a gigantic, menacing troll. It was larger than any Trinity had ever read about, and looked much smarter. It held a large spiked club, and looked as though all of them looked tasty. Flames burst around them. Trinity felt stiff with fear. For a second, she couldn't move at all. It went for her first.

Draco ran away like a little girl, screaming and crying. He tried to take Trinity but she was frozen in place, so he left without her. The large beast smiled at her. It started readying its club, as though it was sent just to kill her. Her eyes grew wide, when, out of nowhere, Harry Potter emerged in from of her, wand at the ready, and screamed, "Incendio!"

The beast caught fire. Flames engulfed its entire body, covering it from head to toe. Harry jumped on Trinity, shielding her from the flames. She grabbed onto his shirt, twigs scrapping her back. Where had he come from?

He seemed to be preoccupied with the troll, but for a split second, he caught Trinity's eye. It took only a second for Trinity to fully understand what Miranda had said. She could not hurt Harry Potter. The troll was whacking around randomly, setting the whole woods on fire. Before she could think of doing anything else, she rolled over so Harry was on the ground, turned on the beast, and readied her wand. She stood. She saw Neville's toad jumping about dodging flames. "Aguamente!" she shouted. Water flowed from her wand, a powerful burst that knocked her back. Harry caught her, and held the ground with her as she turned the wand on all around her. The flames slowly started to diminish, and the troll, already badly burnt and welted, had stopped whacking around and was now on the floor, shouting mumbled nonsense. The air was thick with smoke and every breath was hard to take in. She started to cough, keeping her wand on the troll as the last of the flames were diminished. She collapsed to her knees, Harry behind her, both breathing heavily. They sat there for a while, and then both got up to examine the troll. Its face was extremely burned and welted, and it looked about dead. Its whole body was smoking.

They stood on opposite sides of its enormous head, and Trinity looked up to Harry, who was already staring at her. He had ash on his face and hands, and what looked like a burn on his arm. It suddenly occurred to her that they had never said a word to each other. She did the only thing she could think to do. She held out her hand. "Trinity Smith," she stated.

He looked at her hand and shook it. "Harry Potter." They both turned back to the head.

"That's not a normal troll," she said, looking at its huge stature.

He nodded. "I've fought one in first year. This is much larger, and not nearly as dim-witted."

She looked up at him, suddenly feeling thankful and in debt. "Thank you," she stated. "I don't know why, I just lost it back there. If you weren't there…" she trailed off, hoping he could fill in the blanks.

He nodded. "It's fine. Thank you. I don't know what I would have done if the woods caught on fire," he stated.

There were a million questions she wanted to ask him. But now that she was right next to him, she didn't know what to say. They stared at each other for a while. She finally said, "Where are the others? Ron, Hermione…"

"I left them. We were going to leave together, but… I had a weird feeling and I came here. My feet just kind of dragged me here. I'm kind of happy they did now," he stated looking at the gigantic troll.

She looked up at him. "You saved my life."

He smiled a bit. It took her off guard. It was the first time he had ever smiled at her. "Well, I'd been meaning to talk to you anyway, I suppose that this was just a way of getting us together I suppose."

She smiled at him. He had been meaning to get talk to her? Had he been as confused as she was? "What about?" she asked.

"Well, I just… had never spoken to you. I hear about you every day, and I saw you at the feast, and I had caught you in that hall that one day, and I had never met you," he said, and then shrugged. "I guess… I really wanted to find out why we had seen each other so many times and never met. I figured I'd fix that."

She nodded. "I hear about you every day too. Thank you for catching me by the way, I never got to thank you properly."

"It's fine," he said and then looked up at her for a second. "Um, can I ask you a question?"

She nodded. "Of course."

"Do I know you from somewhere? You seem so familiar…" he trailed off, staring intently at her.

She shook her head. "No. We've never met before. But it seems like I know you too."

He nodded. "Well, how much trouble do you think we'll get in?"

Her eyes widened. "We'll get in trouble?" she asked.

"We about set the forest on fire," he said. "The forest we weren't allowed to be in the first place. I just hope we don't get expelled."

The thought made Trinity sick. "We might get expelled? But we did it in self defense from a huge troll! And the only reason I came here was for the possibility that I might run into-" she stopped mid sentence. That was close.

"Into?" he asked.

"Um, forget it; I just heard that someone was coming," she said, still utterly depressed with the news. "Well what do we do now? Can't we just cover it up?" she asked.

"With Malfoy? He'll tell as soon as dawn hits," he said.

"Not if I don't tell him too. For some reason he listens to what I have to say. Can we just…. please, I can't get in trouble here. I can't go back to where I live," she said, sitting down on a log.

He sat down next to her. "I don't like where I live either," he stated and then looked at Trinity. She was about to cry, she just hoped he couldn't see. "Okay, how do you suppose we get rid of the troll?" he asked.

She looked up at him in disbelief. "Y-You're not going to tell anyone?" she asked tears already dotting her eyes.

He shook his head. "Nope. I won't tell a soul," he said.

She sniffled, embarrassed by her behavior and astonished by his kindness. "Thank you so much, you don't know how much this means-"

"It's okay Trinity." He said with a smile on his face. "I don't want you upset," he said, and then stood up, holding his hand out to her.

She sniffled again and took it. "Y-You're actually a really good person Harry."

"You think so?" he asked.

"Yeah, I really do." She stated. She took his arm, examining the wound. "Aguamente," she whispered. A tiny bit of water left the wand. Harry gritted his teeth and inhaled sharply. "Shh. It'll be fine with proper treatment. I've read all about burns," she stated, and then pointed her wand back to the wound. "Ferula." Bandages wrapped around the wound. She looked up at him, staring at her, again, intently. "What?" she asked.

He shook his head. "Nothing. Like I said, you just seem familiar, like I've known you all my life," he said.

She gave him a crooked smile. She had been locked up for half her life. She looked up and reached out for his forehead. "Is that a scar?" she asked and touched it. As soon as her fingers toughed the skin she felt a spark on her fingers, like a burning electricity. He squeezed his eyes closed and fell to his knees.

"I am so sorry!" she stated going to the ground to make sure he was okay. But as soon as she did she felt a mind splitting headache. She pushed her fingers on her temples. "Ow," she croaked as it slowly faded. Harry's seemed to fade as well.

He looked up at her, straitening his glasses. "Are you okay?" he asked. She nodded. "I'm sorry; I don't exactly know what just happened."

She shook her head. "Neither do I." Well, she had an idea, but no way was she going to voice that aloud when Harry was there.

"Oh… Well I suppose we should worry about the problem at hand then?" Harry stated, getting up and holding his hand out to her. She nodded and took it, and yet again examined the troll.

"D-Do you think… Do think it might be possible that someone sent him for me? You know, to… You know, kill me," Trinity stated, the thought making her sick.

Harry's mouth tilted to the side. "I don't know. I certainly hope not, that is one nasty beast," he said, kicking the side of its head with his shoe. The action made one of the blisters on the trolls head burst open.

"Wait!" Trinity exclaimed, digging in her pocket. "I read somewhere that troll puss is a natural cure of transfiguration potions," she stated taking out a small vile professor Snape had given her. He had stated that ingredients for potions were found everywhere, and that a good wizard always had a vile handy. "I figure there probably won't be another time to gather any," she drained the disgusting green tinted liquid into the vile, trying to hold her breath from the reeking stench.

"Oh, well I suppose you're right," Harry stated he too revolted by the stench. "Well, what are we going to do with the troll then?"

Trinity went over the scenarios of each possibility in her mind. She could burn the rest of it… But the smell would cause even the most faithful Hufflepuffs to become suspicious. She could bury it… But the rain would wash away the soil and it would eventually be found. She found only one option. Something would have to eat it. "We have to find something to eat it," Trinity stated.

Harry looked at her in disbelief. "Eat it? This thing? I don't think anything would be hungry enough to-"

At that exact moment Trinity snapped her fingers. "A spider! A large, carnivorous spider to be exact. There are some in these woods correct? I'm sure that they would be happy to get it off our hands, especially one of this size. You encountered one in second year right? Do you still know where they dwell?"

Harry looked completely taken by surprise. "Yes, I suppose but-"

"Okay then, now I can use a spell to move the body, but it will take a few tries to get it fully over to them. I haven't quite mastered it yet. Once the spiders consume it, there will be no physical evidence except for the ash and goop left over, which I'm sure we can handle. Now, for that spell…"

"Trinity?" Harry asked. She turned to him. "Well, I just thought out should know that my last visit with that spider didn't turn out quite well. I'm sure I hurt, maybe even killed many of his babies, and after we had gotten information from them, they had planned to kill us."

Trinity sighed deeply. "Well, I suppose lying to such beings would only cause more trouble. Hm…" She sat deeply in thought. What could she do? Well, there was always just begging for forgiveness. Or, she could just take her chances. That didn't seem like such a smart thing to do. "Well, I don't see a way to work around it. I really don't want to go alone, and you know where they are. We will just have to offer the troll as a peace offering I suppose…"

So it was decided. It was about two thirty, and they both were feeling groggy. They needed to finish all of this as soon as possible, and get back to the castle at the break of dawn. Thank goodness it was a weekend the next day, because neither of them could even think of how terrible class would be.

"Mobilicorpus!" Trinity shouted, and ended up moving the body a few good yards. Harry pointed her in the right direction. She did it again, trying to really concentrate this time, and moved it at least another eight yards in the right direction, barely dodging a tree. They went on like this for quite a while, the body going a little farther each time. Harry could tell this was exhausting Trinity, she seemed to get weaker with each time, but when he offered to try, she just held out her hand and said, "It's good practice."

One of the weirdest parts though, was the more exhausted Trinity became, the more Harry became also. It was as though just watching her was exhausting him also, draining out all his energy. With this and the frightening Forbidden Forest, it seemed like it was going to be a terrible night. Yet, as Harry drifted through the woods with Trinity, he seemed to realize that, although under terrible circumstances, he was enjoying something about it. He still felt fulfilled. And when they had finally gotten close enough and Trinity fell to her knees, too exhausted to move into the spider den with the troll already inside, Harry carried her on his back and felt better. Although Trinity was about his weight, something about carrying her held little to no challenge. It was as though she was giving him more energy.

They had finally got inside the den, both about ready to collapse, when they noticed the spiders. Everywhere, much larger then they had been back in second year when Harry had seen them, and much more menacing looking. It was a wonder to him why they kept their distance. They should recognize him, but they seemed to keep to a certain point away from them. It was as though they were surrounded, but they didn't attack.

Finally, they reached Hagrid's old pet, Aragog, the gigantic Acromantula. He looked a bit older, but was still in power. The troll lay at the foot of his web. Trinity got off Harry's back, but stayed close, wand a few inches from her hand in her pocket, just in case things got ugly. But she knew what was right, and did not plan to attack unless need be.

"Hello. I am Trinity Smith. I have brought you a troll as a present," Trinity stated, not sure what else she could say.

Aragog put all his attention to Trinity. All six eyes stared at her confused and ready to attack. "Why is it that you have given such a gift?" he asked.

Trinity gulped. "I do not wish to trick you, or even take anything from you. I am here to give you an honest present in return for your forgiveness of Harry Potter."

He turned to Harry. "Hagrid's friend? The one who asked of the beast?"

Trinity looked at Harry. He nodded. "Yes, him."

He seemed to take a second to think of this. Harry was terrified. He thought she was simply going to give it to him, not ask for her forgiveness of Harry. "Well, I suppose I could. Under different circumstances, things would not have worked out in your favor, but my children and I are hungry, and with a gigantic troll in front of us, it is hard to resist. You may leave, you have my forgiveness. And from results of past events I will not send them on you. I do not wish to make enemies with you Trinity Smith. I am not even that brainless."

Harry was ready to leave, but Trinity kept talking. "What do you mean?" she asked.

"I smell it on you. In your blood. Even my children sense your aura. We do not wish to be associated with those who are involved with him," The spider hissed.

Trinity almost forgot. Father, he could smell father in her blood, sense him in her aura. He didn't want to touch her because she was Lord Voldemort's daughter. He was so terrible, even starving spiders would not dare touch her. She supposed that was a good thing, but it still killed her to think about. Her father, hated by all. And now she was to be judged by his actions.

"What was that about?" Harry asked. Trinity had already started to cry.

"Nothing," she whispered softly, hoping that he wouldn't notice how distraught she was. It was almost five thirty, and they needed to be back soon.

When they got back to the place they had set fire to the troll, Trinity was so tired and sad, she just wanted to go back to the school and crawl in bed. She pointed to the ground and shouted, "Scourgify!" It cleaned most everything up, and she found Neville's toad, still hoping around. "Give this to him, will you? I'd hate to see the poor thing tortured anymore in this forest."

Harry nodded and dropped the toad in his pocket. "Well, I didn't think it'd work but you did it," he stated. "You're a really good wizard."

She gave him a half smile. "Not nearly as good as you." It was true though, she'd spent her whole life with father, and never had she once even stood up to him, and Harry had defeated him, when he was only one year old! Twice if you count his old diary. He was much better than her.

He shook his head. "No, this was as much your doing as mine. You know many more spells then I do, and you are very courageous. I just wonder why you were placed in Slytherin."

It's in my blood. She thought. "He said it was quite difficult for him, the sorting hat I mean. But, I suppose that my cleverness out won all. I have many things I'm terrible at, and honestly, I don't feel as though I'm pure enough for any other house."

"Why do you say that?" he asked sitting down on a log to rest a moment before they left.

She shrugs. "Foolish I suppose. I just don't think of myself as that important. I can barely fly a broom, I am a terrible cowered, I can be extremely shy and a complete loner. When I do talk to someone, I almost always feel as though I'm insulting them, or boring them, or simply saying the wrong thing. I just… I haven't had much contact with people till now, and the spotlight is suffocating. I'm too emotional, I can't spend a day it seems without crying, and it's usually about something stupid, like a person tripping, or someone in front of me laughing at a joke that I know wasn't funny, just to spare my feelings, or a first year, that can't seem to find their place and is shut out. Such things are silly to cry about but I do."

"Well, that doesn't make you unpure that makes you an extremely kind person," Harry stated.

She had almost forgotten he was listening. "Well, I don't see it that way. Even telling you all of this, it's just another stupid thing I'm saying. I'm sorry if I'm boring you; my problems are none of your concern."

"Don't be. It's fine really; if you really feel this way then I guess I get why. I didn't have many friends when I first got to Hogwarts, and I had been shut up most of the time by my aunt and uncle. It was hard for a bit, but I found some really nice people-"

"Hermione and Ron," Trinity interrupted.

Harry nodded. "Yes, them and others. You'll be fine; you just have to find some good people."

She wished she could be friends with Harry Potter, he seemed like such a great person, but she knew he wouldn't want her as a friend, especially not after she just told him her personal insecurities. He probably thought she was a freak. "Well, I guess I'll try that," she stated.

He smiled at her. "Well, I guess we should be going," he stated.

She nodded. "Yeah, let's go."

They walked back into the castle, Harry showing her how to use the invisibility cloak, (which he had brought with him) and left to their dorms. Before they parted, Harry had said goodbye, and Trinity had smiled at him. She wondered if that was the last she'd ever hear of him. He would surely not want a thing to do with her after tonight.

Ok, so, like I said, loooonnnng! But good, right? I mean, I like this chapter a lot :) What do you guys think? Oh, and thanks to aspiringauthor for the review, reli made me feel all fluffy inside :) It's nice to know people are reading and enjoying the story! X)