1 Chapter 6 A long awaited confrontation

Hermione and Harry were wondering how they would get Elle to help them bring Voldemort down, when they bumped into her on their walk back to the Griffindor common room.

"Hey you guys, I was looking for you two. Where have you been?" Elle asked chirpily.

"Don't want to talk about it," Harry replied sulkily and walked past her and into the common room.

Elle looked questioningly at Hermione. Hermione sighed, "I guess I better tell you." Hermione led Elle into the common room and through into their dorm and told her the entire story.

"Did you know you were a High Witch?" Hermione asked Elle.

"No," she replied, "but I guess it makes sense. My parents always wanted to get my scar removed.

"Why is Potter in such a bad mood, then? I thought he's the only one that you-know-who can't defeat."

"Yeah, but don't forget this is the man that killed his parents. He's also upset that can't have one year at Hogwarts without you-know-who rising."

"I can understand." She said.

"So, will you help us?" Hermione asked. Elle wasn't sure she wanted to answer that so she looked into Hermione's eyes and concentrated until Hermione was soundly asleep.

The next day was a Sunday, so there were no lessons to worry about. The gang were sitting outside on a bench, enjoying the early summer warmth. Until Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle showed up.

"Hey Mudblood Elle," Malfoy smirked. Elle stood up and walked over to him. Her anger was obviously present on her face.

"What the hell did you just call me?" Elle practically growled. Malfoy's finally gonna get what he deserves, Hermione thought.

"Mudblood Elle." Malfoy replied happily.

"What the hell is a mudblood?" Elle asked angrily as Malfoy began to rise in the air. Malfoy obviously began to get scared at this point and Crabbe and Goyle ran away.

"Umm.S-.Someone with non-magical parents." He replied, his voice shaking.

"Oh right," she said angrily, "How is that a bad thing?" Malfoy began to rise higher.

"Miss. Peterson!" Yelled Professor McGonagall from quite a way away. Elle spun round and Malfoy fell to the ground with a nasty bump.

"Yes, Professor McGonagall?" Elle asked sweetly.

"Stop lifting Mr. Malfoy up!" Professor McGonagall shouted. Elle turned around and Malfoy was gone.

"What Mr. Malfoy?" Elle asked innocently. Professor McGonagall shook her head and walked off.

Elle turned back to Harry, Hermione and Ron and shrugged as if she didn't know what Professor McGonagall was on about. All four of them burst into uncontrollable laughter.

Charlie walked past their bench and found Ron crying, because he was laughing so hard.

"What's so funny?" Charlie asked, confused. Ron shook his head at him and finally managed to stop laughing.

"You had to be here," he told his brother, "Why are you still here?"

"Been asked by Dumbledore to give Elle flying lessons." He replied.

Elle's laughter stopped suddenly and her face became serious.

"What?" she demanded.

"Yes, it's true. On order of the Ministry of Magic, apparently." He told her.

"But I can't ride dragons," she told him urgently.

"Yeah," he replied, "that's why I'm gonna teach you."

"No," she repeated, "I CANT RIDE DRAGONS!" She wiped away a tear and ran off. Hermione got up and shrugged at Charlie before running after Elle.

"What was all that about?" Charlie asked Ron and Harry.

"I'm not too sure." Ron replied.