BPOV

That night all of my dreams were haunted by Bellatrix Lestrange. I hated her for what she had done to me, and I swore that I would get my revenge on her. Even though I wanted to kill her for what she did to me, I knew that I would never get a chance to do that unless I wanted to willingly walk right into Voldemort's lair. But Draco was right and everything was going to be fine. I had to get over what had happened and move on. I couldn't dwell on that horrible time because I knew that if I did it would start to control my life.

Bored, I spent the next week stuck in the hospital wing. Everyone visited me often, but I was alone while they were in their classes. During the day I was forced to read boring spell books and try to keep up on my homework. But reading about the side effects of certain potions didn't exactly hold my interest. My injuries were slowly getting better, physically and mentally. The bone in my leg was severely broken, but was mending nicely. My cuts were slowly fading, but I still had a lot of bruises, which Madame Pomfrey said she couldn't do anything about. As the week progressed my nightmares had ceased which I was thankful for.

Another week later, I was finally released from the hospital wing and was allowed to resume lessons. I woke up the next morning and Hermione helped me get dressed. We met Harry and Ron in the Common Room, and walked to the Great Hall together.

"It's great to finally have you back," Harry said, hugging me. He had still come to visit me in the hospital wing every day, but it still wasn't the same thing.

"It's good to be back," I said, but I was not looking forward to walking around all day with these crutches that Madame Pomfrey had forced upon me.

"Harry," I said in a sweet voice, a plan forming in my mind.

He turned to me warily. "What?"

"My hands hurt so much from walking around with these crutches, could you please carry me?" I asked in a sweet and innocent tone that always worked on him.

Sighing heavily, Harry opened up his arms for me. I jumped into them while Ron carried my crutches.

"Thanks bro," I said.

Harry grunted and said something unintelligible.

Draco caught up to us a few minutes later and looked at us curiously when he saw Harry carrying me around the castle.

"I'm tired, so Harry generously agreed to carry me," I explained, noticing Draco's puzzled expression.

He nodded, laughing. I had really missed that laugh. When he had visited me in the hospital he was always sad and brooding so it was a relief to finally hear some amusement in his voice.

When we arrived in the Great Hall, Harry set me down and I walked to our table while a lot of people watched me curiously. I knew that Dumbledore had told the entire school that Death Eaters had taken me, but he hadn't gone into much detail and I was positive that I would be bombarded with questions today.

"I'll see you after breakfast," Draco murmured, kissing me on the cheek.

Dumbledore cleared his throat and stood up and everyone turned their heads to look at him.

"Good morning everyone. I have several things to say this morning, but first I would like to welcome Miss Snape back. She has had a hard and painful recovery and I am thrilled to announce that she is much better."

Everyone clapped and I smiled at Dumbledore, who returned it with a sad smile of his own. He blamed himself for what happened to me. I was finally able to talk him out of it, but he was still extremely guilty.

"It is my please to announce that we are having a dance next week," Dumbledore continued. Excited chatter broke out everywhere and Dumbledore waited patiently.

"As I was saying, we will be having a dance next week. Dinner will be served at 6:30 and the dancing will begin at 7:45. At nine o'clock there will be an open mike where anyone is welcome to sing."

Dumbledore smiled down at everyone pleasantly. "Enjoy you day of learning. Gentlemen, you may want to get busy and ask your girls to the dance before somebody else does."

All of the girls put their heads together and discussed what they were going to wear and who they were hoping would ask them, while the boys glanced at the girls nervously.

"Who are you asking?" I asked Harry, grabbing a piece of toast.

"I don't know, "Harry murmured, embarrassed.

I watched him and noticed that he was sending nervous glances Ginny's way. I raised my eyebrows at him and he glared back at me.

"Ask her," I mouthed to him, so Ron and Hermione wouldn't hear.

He glanced at Ron and shook his head. Ginny was Ron's sister and I was pretty sure that it was because of him that Ginny and Harry were not already dating. Harry was too much of a coward to risk his friendship with Ron so I decided to take matters into my own hands.

"Ron?" I asked.

"Yeah?"

"Who do you think Ginny should go with?" I knew I sounded suspicious, but I really didn't care.

Harry glared daggers at me, but I avoided eye contact with him.

"What?" Ron asked.

"Who do you think the best choice for Ginny is?" I clarified.

"Why?"

I took a deep breath. "Harry likes Ginny, but he's too afraid of what you are going to say to ask her out."

Harry looked ready to murder me and Ron gaped at him incredulously.

"Is that true?" Ron asked.

Harry turned red and nodded, but I couldn't help but notice the relief on his face. He must be relieved that this topic was finally coming up.

"Harry," Ron said. "If you like my sister, don't let me stop you. You're probably the best choice for her anyway."

Harry's eyes shot up to Ron's, shocked. A huge grin broke out across his face. "Really?"

"Yes," Ron replied. "But if you ever hurt her, I won't hesitate to kill you."

Harry gulped and nodded, looking like Christmas had come early.

I laughed out loud. "You so owe me."

"No I don't, I would have eventually worked up the courage to ask her," Harry said.

I rolled my eyes. "Sure you would have."

Harry helped me up and we walked out of the Great Hall. "Are you going to carry me again?" I asked innocently.

"No, you're too heavy."

"Are you calling me fat?" I asked, feigning hurt.

"No," Harry replied. "I just don't want to carry you."

"I'll do it."

I turned around and saw Draco smiling at me.

"You don't have to carry me Draco."

"I want to," he replied with a sweet smile on his face.

I smiled and leaped into his arms. "Take those crutches for me Harry," I instructed. Harry sighed, picked them up, and left, giving us a little privacy.

"If I'm too heavy, just tell me and I'll walk," I told Draco.

"You're as light as a feather," he whispered in my ear, causing me to shiver.

He laughed and we talked all the way to the dungeons. Draco sat me down outside of the door and Harry handed me my crutches.

"Thank you," I said, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

"Whatever," Harry mumbled, walking into the class.

"Don't I get a thank you kiss?" Draco asked when I turned to go into the classroom.

I smiled. "Of course you do."

Draco twisted his face to the side, expecting a kiss on the cheek, but I surprised him by placing my arms around his neck and crushing my lips to his. He responded enthusiastically, wrapping his arms around my waist. We didn't stop until we heard a loud cough behind us. We broke apart and saw Harry, trying to stifle his laughter.

"I came to see what was taking you two so long, but now I know why," Harry choked out in between his laughter.

I glared at him. "These crutches aren't just for walking, they also make very good weapons," I informed him, but that only caused him to laugh harder.

"Get in the classroom Bells," he said once he had calmed down enough to form a coherent sentence.

I walked in, followed by a very embarrassed Draco. We took our seats and class started. Harry kept throwing smug glances at me throughout the class, and I returned each one with a glare. When the hour ended, Draco quickly kissed me goodbye and went off to his lesson.

"You two seemed to be having fun this morning," Harry said.

"Shut up," I muttered.

He laughed. "Come on Bella. Take a joke."

"What were you doing?" Hermione asked curiously.

"Nothing," I said, not wanting more people to tease me.

Throughout the day kids came up to me telling me they were glad that I was back, even a couple Slytherins told me that. By the end of the day I hurried to Madame Pomfrey to get the cast off of my leg. My arms were so tired from these crutches that I couldn't wait to get rid of them.

"Hello dear," she greeted when I entered. "How are you? Did the medicine work for the pain?"

"I'm fine. I could still feel the pain, but the medicine definitely helped."

It took Madame Pomfrey two minutes to get the cast off and then I was free to go. I walked over to the Astronomy Tower and saw Draco looking around at the beautiful grounds of the school. I went next to him and he automatically put his arm around me. His face looked tense and it looked like he was thinking very hard about something.

"Draco, what's wrong?"

"I've been meaning to ask you something," he said.

"What is it?"

"Is my father one of the death eaters who tortured you?"

I looked up at him, surprised. I had not been expecting that. He never mentioned his father much and I was shocked to hear him bring this up.

"I don't know, I said after awhile. "They were all wearing masks except for Bellatrix."

He nodded and didn't say anything more.

"Wait," I said, suddenly remembering something from those days. "There was one with blonde hair, the exact same color as yours. Do you think that's him?"

"That's him alright," Draco whispered, and I mentally kicked myself for saying that out loud, but I supposed it was better for him to know the truth than to lie to him.

He turned to face me. "I'm so sorry Bella. I'm sorry for what he did to you and I'm sorry that I couldn't stop it."

"Draco don't blame yourself. Your father makes his own choices, and if he wants to make bad choices, then that's his decision. Don't feel bad about any of that, there was no way you could have stopped it," I stated fiercely.

He nodded. "You're right."

I kissed him on the cheek. "Of course I am."

He chuckled and we sat there in peaceful silence, until my scar on my right arm started burning worse than ever before. I let out a shriek of pain and dropped to the floor, clutching my arm.

(A/N: I got the idea of having the scar hurt and getting a vision from the Harry Potter series. It is NOT mine!)

"How could you let her get away you worthless fools?" A high, cold voice asked.

"I don't know my lord," another voice begged.

"Crucio!" The cold voice shouted without mercy.

I opened my eyes gasping. Draco was kneeling next to me, looking terrified. "What happened?" I forget to mention to him that this weird thing sometimes happened to me. No wonder he looked so freaked out.

I glanced around, frantically looking for Voldemort. There was nobody around except for me and Draco. His voice had sounded so close that I thought he was right here with us, but of course there was no way he could have gotten in the castle without Dumbledore knowing.

"Bella what's wrong?" Draco asked frantically, shaking me slightly.

I grabbed his hand and pulled him after me. "I have to see Dumbledore!" I called.

I ran up the spiral staircase and threw the door open. Dumbledore looked at me in shock. "What can I do for you?" He asked, bewildered.

"It happened again," I explained. "My scar hurt and I was in a dark room and I heard Voldemort talking. It sounded so real, like I was there."

Dumbledore, who had been listening intently asked, "What happened in the vision?"

"He was using the Cruciatus Curse on the ones who had tortured me because they let me escape."

Dumbledore nodded, and gravely said, "He will come after you soon Bella, and you need to be ready. I am not sending you anywhere else, for obvious reasons., but you will need to have a little extra training in your wizard studies."

"Who is going to teach me?" I asked.

"I will think about it and get back to you, alright?"

I nodded. "Goodnight Professor," I said, dragging Draco with me.

"You saw into his mind?" He asked, once we reached the bottom of the stairs.

"Yeah, it's happened before," I said, rolling me sleeve up and showing him my scar. "This scar was given to me when Voldemort murdered my mom and when I miraculously survived. I have this sort of connection with him and it enables me to see into his mind and speak Parseltongue."

Draco drew in a shaky breath. "I just can't believe you have to fight him. I mean I knew you had to, but it sounded so real hearing you two talk about it."

I gently kissed him on the lips. "Remember the promise that I made you?"

He sighed. "That was all I was thinking about when you were passed out in the hospital wing after you had gotten back."

I smiled. "And I was right, and I will come back to you again, but hopefully not all bloody like last time."

"I hope so too," he said shuddering, as he remembered the night that I had escaped from the Death Eaters.

"Come on, we better get back, it's getting late," I said.

"Wait, I have to ask you something."

"Yes?" I asked.

"Will you go to the dance with me?"

It took awhile for me to remember the dance, I had totally forgotten what with all of the excitement of my scar hurting.

I smiled. "It would be my honor," I said.

"Bella!"

I turned around and saw Harry running at me. "I asked Ginny to the dance and she said yes!"

"I told you that would happen," I told him. "You owe me."

He grabbed me and hugged me close to him. "I'm so excited Bells! She's so amazing and I am so lucky."

I laughed. "I can tell, and I already know that Ginny is amazing. She's good for you. But if you hurt her I will help Ron beat you up."

Harry finally seemed to notice that Draco was here and he blushed. "I'm sorry to ruin your time together. I'll just be going," Harry said and hurried off.

"He seems happy," Draco stated.

"Of course he is, he's finally going out with Ginny. That is something he has been waiting to do forever."

Before Draco could say another word Hermione came running in. "Bella!"

"Yes?"

"I have been looking for you everywhere. We need to get dresses for the dance."

"Who are you going with?" I asked.

"Ron," she whispered excitedly.

"Congratulations," I squealed, hugging her.

"Come on," she said, dragging me away.

"I'll see you later Draco!" I yelled as Hermione took me away.

"How are we getting dresses?" I asked as we walked away.

"I have a catalog," she explained. "We just order the one we want and it will be here by next week."

When we arrived in the Gryffindor Common Room a huge group of girls had gathered around to look at dresses.

After two hours, every single girl had chosen one and were now talking about their choices enthusiastically. The dance was going to be so much fun and I couldn't wait to spend the whole night with Draco.

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