I shakily make my way up on my feet a few moments after Araceli left. He'll be here in a day. He'll get what he wants. Never! The one thing he wants he will never have. I'll be damned if he does. I make my way to Hagrid's hut. I pass by Amber who tries to get my attention, but fails. All that I care about right now is this damn letter in my fist.

"Hey, tiger. Wait up! You're bombing. What's wrong?" she whispered as we made our way up the hill that hid the little hut.

"I'm fine except this." I hand her the letter. She whips out her reading glasses and skims the letter.

"Draco," is all she utters as a tear fell from her crystalline eyes. "At his hut?"

"I know, but I'll get through." I smiled but I knew better. It was just an artificial one that I always show her in times like these.

The bell sounded as we approached Hagrid's hovel. When did the first bell ring? Who cares, I looked over towards the back of the small building where in 39 hours I'll be back there, he'll be waiting. I feel tears well up in my eyes but I force them to stay in their place as soon as Ron and company come into view.

I soon feel anger rise up, as the bile will when the big night comes. I'm so jealous of all of them, even the Mudblood. I hate saying it but she's a lucky little bitch. I'd gladly be Potter even though the Dark Lord is after him. You know they were an item. During the Triwizard Tournament, they had a huge fight but after Potter's near death experience with a dragon, Ron realized his true feelings for him and the rest is bloody naffing history. They broke up during the summer but they still have there "moments" together from time to time.

"Well, if it isn't the Mudblood, Scar Face and Weasel. Wow, Weasel, how did you get those new robes? Did you have to sell a family member to get it?" I sneer.

I know I've struck a nerve. It's so easy. Ron is a very emotional person, especially when it comes to his family.

"Calm down Ron. That's all he wants from you, to get upset." Hermione concluded.

"I know. Hullo, Amber." Vocalized Ron. That's another thing, Amber has made friends with the Gryffindor trio. It was rather easy for her since you are drawn to her natural beauty, bubbly laugh and caring personality accompanied with her long auburn locks.

"Hi, Ron, Hermione and Harry." She smiled while looking over warily at me. "Don't mind him. He received a bad letter." She walked off.

"Oh, what did you receive? A nasty letter. Poor Dracy." Taunted Ron.

"Shut your bloody mouth up Weasel. You know nothing of this caliber and I suggest you stay out of it."

Ron smiled; I had just given him enough ammunition to send me to kingdom come. Harry and Hermione watched on, ready to pull us apart before we would begin to fight.

Ron began to mock me. "So, got a letter from mommy or daddy?"

"Shut it, Weasel." I clutch my fists to my side.

"Must be from daddy. What, Father says he doesn't want you to be daddy's little bitch, I mean, little boy?" Around me I heard the light snickers from the Gryffindors and the words of encouragement from the Slytherins.

I felt every emotion I've ever felt while in my father's presence boil inside. The next thing I knew, I had punched him hard in the gut. He doubled over in pain all the while looking up at me in amazement. Where was the teacher when you need them?

As soon as Ron caught his breath, he pounced on me. I toppled over, flat on my back, and Ron on top, strangling me. I knew he hated me but to be trying to kill me.wow. I can't let this slide so I manage to knee him in the back. Harry comes over and pulls Ron off of me while Amber (when did she get back?) pulls me up off the ground.

"What in the hell happened here?" she questions. No one answers. "Hagrid won't be here today so I'm responsible for you all. I won't report this but please tell me what happened?"

"He started it." Ron and I interject at the same time.

"Sure," Hermione rolls her eyes as she surveys Ron. "Are you okay?"

Ron nodded his head in reply. I can't believe what I did. I punched him.how could I? But it did feel good to have in long legs straddling my small frame, even though he was trying to commit murder.

"Okay, everyone, let's just get on with this lesson." She walked back into the hut, quickly emerging with a big, black ball of fur cradled in her arms. I moved away from the group but stayed near Potter, hoping that Ron might say something about me. Pathetic, I know.

All the girls circled around Amber, squealing with delight at the fluffy creature. The rest of us stood back, yet keeping a close eye on Ron and me.

"Okay girls. Could you please stand back so the gentlemen can see? Thank you. Guys can you see back there?"

We all nodded our heads. "You can come up here to pet her." Once again all the girls ran up to it and stroked her.

A few moments passed before the Mudblood asked, "What is it?"

"Great question, Hermione. This is a Qual Leser. For ten points does anyone know what she does and her main purpose?" queried Amber when the girls went back to their previous positions.

No one answered; that's very unusual with Granger in the room.

"I knew no one could get this. A Qual Leser is a cross between a cat and a fuzzle. They are normally used for therapeutic purposes. These creatures can look into someone's soul and mind and read their inner most thoughts. They can detect a tormented soul and the cry for them, make them see or re- live a certain period in their lives that have caused them pain. This one in particular has cured people who have lost family members to the Dark Lord, who've been abused mentally, physically and sexually." She looks me in the eyes. Now I know why she said I would like this so much.

"This creatures works the best with children. Yes, Hermione."

I look over to my far left and see Hermione's hand in the air.

"Amber, I don't understand. How can reliving a painful experience help someone? Also, where did you get this one? I hear they are very hard to find."

"Great questions Hermione. Reliving pain filled memories aren't always fun but bringing up repressed memories can help with the healing process. Many people refuse to talk about it or act as if nothing has happened, so the act is pushed to the back of the mind yet is still reeks havoc on the person's personal life. If, you can bring this up then the healing process can begin.

And yes, these wonderful creatures are very rare but my father is a psychiatrist who specializes in extreme case like child sexual abuse, which can include incest, needs this. Those are the worst because people come in as adults of forty or fifty and the case of abuse could have happened when they were two years old. Lavender, you have a question?"

"Yes," the girl giggled. "What's her name?" The class erupted in laughter at the girl's simple question.

"Her name is Lorna. Anymore?"

I raised my hand. "How does she help the kids how are living through or just experienced the trauma?"

"Well, she has an aura that attracts people to her in those cases. She's almost like a teddy bear. You just what to cuddle up to her because you feel like all the evil in the world will never harm you. So, in cases where the person knows of the abuse or other trauma they feel comfort. Now, I'm going to let her go and see if she can spot any tormented souls."

Amber bent down to ground level and let her loose. The Qual Leser scurried around the little groups of kids as if trying to run away.

"How do you take care of her?" Potter asked as the creature began to sniff he and I out.

"She is surrounded by darkness so as long as you keep her happy she'll be fine. Laughter is her favorite thing in the world."

The cloud of black fur scuttled between Potter and me, looking confused. It soon stopped and stood in the middle, to survey us. She was no taller than one foot. She looked like a puff of black cotton with orange feet sticking out from under her. I was soon snapped out of my thoughts of her appearance and behind my mind's eye I saw images blur by. One was of my father, icy and cold then me as a child, crying in my room. I cringed because I knew he had just left. Then as soon as they started they stopped. I closed my eyes and shook my head loose of the thoughts. I see that Potter had the same experience.

I, then, look down at the creature, straight in the eyes. Those eyes. They were clear but had a tinge of blue to them. I kneel down and scoop the thing into my arms and hold it close. I felt warmth spread over me. Like how my mother used to hold me close. I snuggled in closer as Potter nuzzles his face into her downy softness.

The bell rang; the comfort was over. I was thrown back into my world of worry and anxiety. The Qual Leser jumped out of my arms and ran back to Amber.

"No homework, class." Amber called as the students scurried to their classes. But me and Potter just sat on the ground, wanting that creature back.

"Draco, I'll talk to you later." Amber said as I watched Potter go and catch up with Ron and Hermione.