Weeks passed and I finally wrote a letter to Remus, I poured my heart and soul into it, I had delayed writing back to him because I didn't know where to start, but I had to eventually. I told him all about Draco and the curse, that I knew everything and how I suspected he knew everything all along as well. I also told him I wasn't mad at him, not even remotely. He was the only thing I had that's even close to family, holding a grudge will only hurt me as well.

As I was leaving the owlry after I had sent off the letter I slipped down the last few steps and went tumbling forward. I collided harshly with the floor and even though I hadn't inspected my hands and knees yet I already knew they were scrapped up pretty badly. They stung immeasurably and I could feel my eyes watering. "Stupid stairs." I spit as I force myself into a sitting position so I can tend to my wounds. Just then I hear a laugh, a deep laugh that pleased me on the inside.

"Only you would curse the stair case for what was clearly your own doing."

"Oh sod off." A smile on my face nonetheless. Draco then couches next to me on the floor plams held flat on his bent knees, no doubt he would never sit on anything that was not a plush rug or hand stitched sofa.

"You always were the clumsy one." Draco half chuckles. He gently takes my hand in his and turns my hand palm up. He brushes this thumb across the scrape and I wince slightly. "Tergeo." He utters and any trace of blood disappears. He does the same to my other hand and then turns his focus on my knees. He gently rolls down my thigh high socks so he can better inspect the wound. He touches it with his pointer finger and it burns. One of his hands was firmly grasped around my thigh as he utters the same spell. After he was done there was a long moment of silence. I clear my throat and abruptly stand.

"Er, thanks Draco." He laughs this time.

"it's always weird hearing you say that, hardly anyone refers to me by my first name." I turn a bright shade of blushing pink.

"Sorry, in our memories it's what I remember calling you, I didn't know it might not be appropriate now."

"Don't be daft." He interjects. "As my oldest friend, you can call me that… just when no one is around." I nod, understanding the boundaries of this new budding friendship. Just then we hear high-pitched laughter from around the corner. The voices were muffled but it panics us nonetheless. Draco stalks forward, leaving me in his trail. As he walks past the young Hufflepuff students Draco barges into them on person. There is a chorus of complaints but one dark look from Draco silences them.

It bothered me, the way he treated and acted unkindly towards others, but part of me guessed it was simply a front. It made me wonder, did Remus also have to watch my mother be unkind to rival house members whilst he simply observed from the side lines?

I tried to ignore it, I really did, pretending I didn't just witness him and his friends in the halls knock a boy off his crutches or add extra wolfsbane to Neville's cauldron so it explodes in his face. Maybe the fact that I had just lost my mother played a part on this, maybe I was so desperate to have someone in my life that I knew for a long time that I chose to ignore his wicked ways, either way I pushed the thought to the back of my mind. I didn't want to dwell on the negative for too long.

"Earth to Aria" Fred says, his pale hand waving rapidly in front of my face. I zone back into the room and smile up at him.

"Sorry, I was in my own world" I laugh back.

"You don't say" he retorts. "Anyway, you're just in time, me and George were just planning a gem of a prank, care to join us" he asks charmingly, his voice oozing with charisma. I laugh out loud and roll my eyes following him towards the seating area where the other Weasley's were sat huddled around a spitting fire, small sparks of ember spitting out into the cool evening air.

I sit cross legged beside Ginny and Fred. "So what exactly is this 'gem' of a prank then?" I enquire.

"Well" Fred starts off.

"Green is such a boring colour" George adds on.

"We thought we'd change things up a bit"

"By paying our favourite Slytherin a little visit."

"And making him look… pretty." Fred finally finishes off.

"But why" I enquire, not needing to ask who their favourite Slytherin is.

"He called me a blood traitor today, in front of a whole bunch of Slytherin's, including Dean Thomas" Ginny explains, her face somehow looking hurt and angry at the same time.

"I'm turning a blind eye to this because Malfoy deserves this, but if anyone asks I had nothing to do with this" Hermione interjects. We all roll our eyes and huddle up into a more tight knit circle. I didn't really want to prank Draco, but I guess part of me wanted to make sure these lot weren't too hard on him, and part of me thought he deserved it with the way he was always hurting people.

We borrowed this map off of Harry which showed us the location of Draco, he was currently sitting in an old corridor on the sixth floor with Blaise and Goyle. They didn't appear to be moving so it meant we could catch up to them quite quickly.

We approached the corridor where they were located and split off into teams. Me and the twins were Alpha team and Harry, Ron and Ginny were Beta team. The twins and I had to walk all the way around the floor to end up on the opposite end of the hallways to Beta team. There were long tapestries hung on the wall beside us depicting ancient battles and old tales, we slipped behind them with ease. The stone was cool to the touch and I rested my palms against the cold surface to ease my beating heart. The fabric of the tapestry was soft and old, the dust it stirred up in the air when I moved made my nose tickle and I fought the urge to sneeze.

Fred gave my hand a squeeze and edged to the end of the tapestry. He gave me a nod before pulling out a 'patented ploughing paintbomb' from his pocket. He aimed directly at Draco's face and I inwardly winced. I faintly heard a 'wheee' sound as the paintbomb goes whizzing through the air. Just a little off target the paintbomb smacks Draco on the shoulder. The poor boy was deep in conversation and didn't notice until it was too late. The patch of paint on Draco's shoulder was a deep purple however was changing into a bubble-gum pink before my eyes. He stood abruptly and like a feral animal I saw the killer instinct in his eye. He looked in the direction that the paintbomb had come from and the twins and I flattened ourselves against the wall, hoping the tapestries would do us justice.

Before Draco could inspect the situation for long another paintbomb came whizzing past him but this time it hit him smack in the back of his head. He yelped and slapped a hand to his head. He growled though when he took his hand away and noticed it was a red paint now changing into a bright daisy yellow. Beta team got a good shot and I could almost imagine them hiding huddled behind the statue high fiving each other. Fred grabs my wrist and pull me past himself so I am now the closest to the edge of the tapestry, our main target is Draco but his cronies were fair game. I aimed straight for Blazes forehead. I hit him bang on target, he shouts angrily and I know there will be quite a few angry girls tomorrow if bruise arises. His face was now running down with blueberry blue coloured paint and it was changing into a mint green. I almost laughed out loud and clamped my hand to my mouth to stop myself. George was next and he threw two, one lading on Draco's robe and another on Goyles left cheek. Beta team were also giving us a run for our money and were hitting all three consecutively. The three boys looked like caged animals and I was starting to feel bad. They were standing back to back trying to fend the incoming paint bombs off with their hands.

"Enough!" Draco roared. "Show yourself or I'll get you back tenfold." He shouted into the air. No one stepped forward. Just then someone from Beta team threw a paintbomb and it landed smack bang on Draco's head. The yellow yolk like coloured paint dribbled down his face making it look like someone cracked an egg on his head, the paint was changing to a Gryffindor red and I saw that same red reflected in his eyes. He was ready to kill.

Now would have been a good time to run, to hide in the Gryffindor tower until this all blew over but it was too late. The twins could no longer control themselves and the toppled over with laughter. As the fell forward they took the ancient tapestry with them. It billowed to the ground and the thick wooden hangers clanged to the ground, a heavy rattling sound echoing throughout the empty hall.

For a moment we all stood still, the silence thick and heavy in the air. Draco only looked at me the entire time and sickly feeling off guilt washed over me.

"Student's out of bed!" We all turned to see the Filch running towards us, thin tendrils of greasy limp hair flailing around in the air. "Students out of bed! Students causing a mess!" he continued to scream. We all turned towards the end of the hall where Harry was hiding and ran in their direction. They emerged from their hiding spot and I heard a low growl coming from Draco.

We all dashed down a descending flight of stairs hoping to throw Filch off of our trail. We were approaching a fork in the path ahead of us and I was unsure of which path to take. Luckily I didn't have to choose. A strong grip grasped my wrist and pulled me like a rag doll in his direction. I ended up taking a left whilst my other house mates took a right, they were followed closely behind by two Slytherin's.

I didn't pull my arm away and instead let myself be led. For a while all I heard was the slapping of feet on stone and when I got tired I started to become dead weight. I was being led somewhere specific because Draco didn't falter one step. When we arrived at the destination, which turned out to be Moaning Myrtle's bathroom he flung me past the threshold. I caught myself on the sinks and turned to him. He stood there in the open door way seething. His chest was rising up and down rapidly and if looks could kill, I'd be dead.

"What the hell was that?" he seethed. "Do you even know how much farther spends on my hand tailored robes?"

I scoffed. "I thought you wanted to me to act like we didn't know each other?"

"Yes, I didn't want the other to catch on to the fact that I was friends with a non-Slytherin, I didn't want you to pelt me with magical paintbombs" he retorted, the paint dripping down his face now a sombre blue.

"Fred asked me, and if I said no don't you think it would look a little suspicious? I haven't been here long but by the gist of it I should want to cause you harm."

"Do you?"

I faltered. "Wha… what?"

"Do you want to harm me?"

I scoffed again. "Of course not. We're in opposite houses, but I remember the past now, we both do."

"So…"

"So?"

"Something is going to happen, soon, if you mean what you just said, if our childhood memories mean anything to you, you'd do well to keep that in mind."

I looked at him confused. Alarm bells rang clear and siren like, somewhere in my conscious, somewhere deep inside my mind I felt the slight sensation of being manipulated. I didn't like his tone of voice. It was far too intense. His grey eyes searched mine and I swallowed a lump in my throat. Up until now our conversations had been light hearted, reminiscing mainly, getting to know each other's present selves, talking about possible pranks we could pull on each other if we were back in the manor. Now he looked like he was trying to convince me of something and I didn't like it, not one bit.

"There you are." I side stepped passed Draco so I could see who the voice belonged too, standing behind him was an out of breathe Filch. "Think your clever do ya? Don't think I can't outsmart you ruddy kids." He spat. His limp tangles of hair were dripping with sweat. I watched as a single drop departed from his split ends and landed on the floor. My eyes widened, there on the floor were splotches of bright orange paint, and the colour was now changing to a flaming red. I guess Draco, smartest boy in the year didn't think to check if he was leaving a trail with his drippy, paint covered self.

With one pointed finger Filch pointed in the direction of Dumbledore's office. "To the head masters off, now. Go on, get" he spat once more. I hung my head in shame, Remus would not be proud if he found out I was caught out of bed lobbing paintbombs at other students. But then I remembered all the stories he had told me about his time within these walls, all the mischief he got up to. I smirked beneath my curtain of waist length black wavy hair. Draco caught me smirking and rolled his eyes, smirking too, I guess the situation was vaguely like the old time, us two getting up to mischief in the manor and subsequently being caught. We use to laugh all the way to his father's office where we would receive our routine lecture of being role models to the rest of the pure blood societies children.

When we reached the old gargoyle I took a deep breathe. Draco laughed under his breathe. "Ready for one of father's famous lecture?" he inquired.

I chuckled "Except this time it'll be coming from and animagus and a cranky old portions master." I heard Draco laugh back and whatever the tone Draco used in Moaning Myrtles bathroom was dropped.

When we stepped though the threshold of Dumbledore's office however I was dumbfound. I looked over to Draco, he stood just by me, his jaw hung low. Perched on the edge of the desk was Luscious and Narcissa Malfoy. That isn't what shocked me most though. Sitting in the old leather armchair was Remus, a very solemn look plastered over his face. He stood when he saw me, gathering me in a huge hug. I held on tightly, as waves of strong emotion rolled off of me. Relief, confusion, excitement and finally fear. I didn't understand what was going on yet, but I had a feeling it wasn't anything good.

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