'Well, that was nice of the twins. Such words of encouragement,' Harry muttered to Ron and Hermione as they headed towards Hagrid's hut for their detention.

'What words? You talking about when George told us what types of creatures are in the forest,' Hermione said.

'Or when Fred told us that they would have our coffins ready for us.'

'I was being sarcastic. Besides, I think you'll find it was the other way around.'

'What but George always sits next to you.'

'Trust me. Fred sat next to me George had sat next to you Ron.'

'How do you do that?'

'Do what?'

'I had been meaning to ask for ages now. How are able to tell them apart so easily. Even mum gets them confused at times.'

'Oh, that's easy George has flecks of brown in his eyes.'

Ron raised his eyebrows her, 'I have no idea what you're talking about Harry.'

'Can't say that I do either,' Hermione shrugged.

'So, neither of you have noticed that?'

'No can't say I have,' Ron told her.

'Even if their eyes were different you can still tell them apart from a distance,' Hermione pointed out.

'You didn't hear this from me. I don't want to be their next prank victim,' Harry said.

'George's hair a bit spikier than Fred's. They have other differences too. Like Fred is right handed while George is left. So, when they sit down together on the same table Fred will always sit on the right George on the left. Well unless they are planning pranks then it's the other way around.'

'Come to think of it. I've never noticed that either,' Ron said.

…..

Harry really disliked Snape right now. The Forbidden Forest should really have remained that. She was going to curse the twins for their unusual help. Every sound had her turning from the direction she had heard it come from. She had been fine until the trail of blood had separated into two paths. Hagrid, Hermione and Ron had gone one way which had left her of course with Malfoy and Fang.

Following the trail deeper into the forest, they had eventually reached a body of something bright white and gleaming on the ground. A dead Unicorn. It was not alone. A hooded figure had been hunched over the body of the dead Unicorn. The hooded figure looked up at them sending Malfoy had run off screaming while Harry clutched at her head. Her scar felt like it was on fire she sank down to her knees. Her vision blurring before her. She could just make out the hooded figure approaching her.

The next thing Harry had been aware of had been the sound of hooves. The pain of her scar subsided her vision clearing. Facing her rescuer for the first time she gulped at the sight. A centaur had saved her.

'What were you doing in the forest by yourself. Do you not understand the dangers?' the centaur snapped at her

'I- I was with Hagrid we got split up.'

The centaur approached her searchingly. 'Harianna Potter.'

'You know my name?'

'Even amongst us centaurs, you are well known Harianna.'

'Harry please I prefer Harry.'

'My name is Firenze,' he introduced himself, 'the forest is not safe for you. Come we'll find Hagrid.'

'I'm sure he heard Malfoy's scream and is on his way here,' Harry stated.

'Do you know what that thing was that attacked me? It hurt my scar like hell.'

'Tell me do you know what unicorn blood is used for?' Firenze asked looking at the dead Unicorn.

'No we've only used the horn or tail-hair in Potions.'

'That is because it is a monstrous thing to slay a unicorn. The blood from a Unicorn will keep you alive, even if you're an inch away from death. To slay something as pure and defenceless to save yourself. You would have half a life a cursed life the moment the blood touched your lips.'

'Death sounds like a better option to me.'

'It is. But can you think of no one who would be willing to go to such lengths.'

There was one that Harry could think of, 'Voldemort.'

If it was Voldemort that caused her scar to hurt that meant, he wasn't dead after all.

'Do you know what is currently hidden within castle?'

'Yes, the Philosopher's Stone.'

Oh, of course, the Elixir of life. It had the ability to make the drinker immortal.

'HARRY,' came a booming voice.

'Over here Hagrid.'

'This is where I leave you. You are safe now,' Firenze told her. 'Good luck Harry Potter.'

'Thank you,' she shouted after him, as Hagrid appeared around the corner.

….

'But I'm fine,' Harry protested.

She was sitting on a not so comfortable bed in the Hospital Wing. Not that she was going to tell the matron that.

'I'll be the judge of that Miss Potter,' Madam Pomfrey reminded her.

Harry had regretted telling Hagrid that she had almost passed out. She honestly did feel fine now even if she had slight tremors. Then the door burst open making her jump out of her skin. Madam Pomfrey looked a little smug at being proven correct. Harry couldn't even glare at the panicked faces of her best friends, accompanied by the twins'. Madame Pomfrey had done the job of glaring at her friends for her instead.

'You lot should be up in your dorm,' she scolded them.

'Sorry, Madam Pomfrey.'

'You've got five minutes,' she told them hurrying off.

'How are you feeling Harry?'

'I'm fine, there isn't anything wrong with me. Madam Pomfrey wants to keep me in overnight though.'

'Are you sure?' George asked her, concern etched in eyes.

As per usual, she could see the flecks of brown in his blue eyes. Harry must have been trying to figure out the reason behind the flecks of Georges' eyes, well the reason why only she had noticed that about them. She must have been looking at them which such a period of time with an intensity that she hadn't realised she had been staring at him, so that had made him uncomfortable. Because his eyes left her own rather quickly.

'What?' George asked leaning away creating some space between them.

'Huh oh, nothing. I must have spaced out.' Harry replied. She couldn't help noticing that his eye had returned to their usual blue colour.

'Everyone out. Miss Potter needs her rest.'

'Night Harry, see you in the morning.'

'Yeah.'

'Good night Harry,' George mumbled to her. The flecks in his eye present again.

'Night.'

Harry definitely wasn't imagining things. She waved them all out while Madame Pomfrey muttered to herself. Then a thought occurred to her.

'Madam Pomfrey?'

'Yes, Miss Potter.'

'Do you know much about the human eye?'

'In regards to what exactly. If you need your eyesight checked, I can do that.'

'No thank you. I was wondering if it was at all possible for someone's eyes to change colour. I've never heard of it before.'

'It's known as Cat's eyes. It's from the reflection of light reflecting off a surface causing the eye colour to change.'

'Does it cause speckled eyes?'

'It can do but mostly if someone has flecks in their eyes it can only be seen if you happen to close enough.'

So, the reason she could see the difference between the twins' eye colour was because she had been close enough to them to be able to do so. But then why had no one else noticed?