Disclaimer: el mono se duerme ronca ronca se duerme en la calle ronca ronca se despiertan a la vaca ronca ronca se despiertan enojada ronca ronca agarra un vaso de agua lo tira en la cara el mono grita soy mono porbre ay caramba no tengo una casa ay caramba no tengo pantalones ay caramba zapatos ni corbata la vaca sale llorando entonces su comprando una casa ay caramba para ti para ti mono para ti para mi para mi vaca para mi si si si si tienes su propria casaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Okay, for those of you who are wondering, no I have NOT finally cracked, it's a song we sang in my Spanish class and I get it stuck in my head every single frickin minute of the day. And my computer says that I'm typing at a 12th grade level! HA!

The next day, Callen woke up early and did what she always did - went for a swim. That was where Harry found her an hour later, swimming in the lake.

"How can you do that?" he called to her from the beach.

"It isn't that cold," she called back. "You should try swimming in it sometime."

"Believe me, I have, and I don't want to again!"

"Suit yourself." She swam to where she could touch and struggled out of the water. She shivered. "Ooh, it got cold!" She grabbed the towel Harry held out for her.

"It's been cold," he said. "It just got windier."

"Oh. So, what are you doing today?" she asked, wrapping up in the towel.

"Staying warm, that's for sure."

"Dry?"

"I planned on it, why?"

She grabbed the ends of her hair and flicked water at him.

"Hey!" He kicked sand at her.

"No fair!" She stuck her tongue out at him.

"Why isn't that fair?" Harry wanted to know.

"Because, I said it isn't."

"That's not a good reason."

"I know."

"So give me a good reason."

"I did."

"Did not." "Did too."

"Not."

"Too."

"Well, look, if it isn't the squabbling babies," a boy drawled.

Callen and Harry turned to face Draco Malfoy.

"What do you want, Draco?" Callen asked, as politely as she could manage.

"Go away, Malfoy," Harry said, not even trying to be polite.

"I don't think I will," Draco said, yawning. Harry noticed that he didn't have his "bodyguards" with him.

"Really? And why is that?" Harry asked.

"Because I don't want to," Draco replied, sounding bored.

"And why don't you want to?" Callen asked, shivering again.

"Because I wanted to talk to you," Draco replied, sounding a little less bored.

"Well then, why did you want to talk to me?" she asked, wrapping her towel tighter.

"Because. I know that that prat over there erased my memory after I finally talked to you," he explained.

Harry looked at Callen nervously.

"And by the way."he said, smirking. "That memory spell? It wore off. I remember everything you told me, Callen."

Callen hit her forehead and dragged Harry a few feet down the beach, away from Malfoy. "Now what?" she asked him.

"I'd say knock him out, but I don't want to get expelled," he replied angrily. "The Dursley's wouldn't like that."

"Can they expel me?" she asked.

"I don't think so, but they can tell you you have to leave," he said.

"Darn, there goes that plan," she said, disappointed.

"May I suggest something?" Malfoy called to them.

"Should we listen to him?"

"No way!"

"Let's at least hear him out," she pleaded. "Maybe he'll work with us instead of against us."

"Whatever."

"Tell us what you think, Draco," Callen said. "Please," she added.

"Maybe you should go home, Callen," Draco said. "If you stay here, you'll only be forced to join him or be killed, along with Potter, Dumbledore, your 'cousin', the Mudblood, and all the rest."

"You take that back, Malfoy! Take it back now!" Harry threatened.

"Take what back?" Draco said, feigning innocence.

"You know perfectly well what you're to take back!" Harry yelled. "Hermione isn't a Mudblood!"

"What's a Mudblood?" Callen asked.

"Take it back!" he yelled again.

"I don't believe I will," Malfoy said, yawning again.

"Draco, maybe you should just take it back," Callen said uneasily. She didn't like the way Harry looked.

"I'm not taking anything back," Draco told her.

Harry was glowering. Callen grabbed his arm and tried to pull him away. She succeeded in pulling him a few feet, but then fell to the ground. He nearly fell, but caught himself. Malfoy laughed hysterically. Harry started forward, almost as if he wanted to fight Malfoy, but thought better of it and pulled Callen to her feet.

"See you around," Draco called over his shoulder. He walked triumphantly up to the castle.

"Great, now I've got him telling me to leave, and the headmaster telling me to stay. Which am I supposed to do?" she asked, genuinely confused.

"Whichever one seems right to you," Harry replied, brushing sand off his arm. "Let's get up to the castle."

~*~*~*~*~*~

Once they were in the common room, Callen remembered something.

"Dang it," she said, hitting her forehead again.

"What?" the others asked.

"Snape - he said I had to finish my detention today!" She sank down into one of the chairs by the fire, not caring that she was wet.

"Don't go," Ron advised. "It's not like he'd remember."

"He isn't ancient, Ron," Hermione said, rolling her eyes. "He won't forget."

"So what do I do, go to detention?"

"No, we'll tell Dumbledore what happened," Harry said from another chair, which he was lying on. He opened his eyes. "Dumbledore will get you out of it."

"Okay," Callen said, a little unsure. "Would you go talk to him? I want to change out of my suit."

"Okay," Harry said, closing his eyes again.

Callen went upstairs and into the girls' dorm. Harry, despite saying he would go talk to Dumbledore, didn't move.

"Harry, you said you'd go talk to Dumbledore," Hermione reminded him.

"I know." He didn't move.

"So go talk to him!" Hermione threw a cushion at him. He blocked it without even opening his eyes.

"Hermione, I've gotten used to you. I can tell when you're going to throw something at me, so you might as well stop."

~*~*~*~*~*~

After Callen had showered and changed into borrowed clothes of Hermione's, she went back downstairs to see a mountain of cushions where Harry had been sitting and no one else in sight.

"I guess everyone's at Hogsmeade or out," she mused, going over to the chair she had been sitting in. "Hey!"

For suddenly, a cushion went flying through the air and smacked her.

"What the heck was that?" She stood and walked over to the pile of cushions. "Is there anyone in there?"

"AAAAAAAAAHHH!" Harry reached up from under his mountain of cushions (all thrown at him by Hermione) and grabbed Callen's arm.

"Hey, let go!" she said, giggling. "You aren't very scary, you know."

"I know." He let go of her arm and started pelting her with pillows.

"Hey!" She started throwing them back at him. "I thought you said you'd go talk to Dumbledore for me!"

"I know, but Ron and Hermione left before I could," he excused himself. "So I decided to let them talk to him for me for you."

"Right," Callen said, blocking more pillows. "I didn't think that there were this many pillows in here!"

"There aren't. Hermione conjured them up to throw at me."

"Why did she throw them at you?" she asked.

"Because she's mad at me," Harry replied easily.

"Why is she mad at you?" Callen asked, amazed.

"She says I'm acting different than I did before you came here, and in a way, I guess I am," he said thoughtfully. Neither said anything for a few seconds. He sat up, knocking the last pillow onto the ground. "I guess I should go talk to Dumbledore now," he said finally.

"Yeah, sounds like a good idea," she said, rolling her eyes. They headed toward the portrait hole right as it opened and Hermione, Ron, and Dumbledore entered. Callen shrank back slightly, still a little afraid of the headmaster.

"Oh, hello, Professor," Harry said. "I was just going to talk to you."

"About your friend, am I correct?" Dumbledore said, his eyes on Callen.

"Yes, sir." Harry looked to his side for Callen, then looked behind himself, where Callen stood. He grabbed her arm and dragged her forward.

"What seems to be the problem?" Dumbledore asked.

Nobody said anything. Harry nudged Callen.

"Say something," he whispered.

"What am I supposed to say?" Callen whispered back.

"Perhaps you could tell me why Miss Granger and Mr. Weasley asked me to come here to talk to you," the headmaster suggested.

"Well, you see, sir," Callen began after a meaningful look from Harry. She proceeded to tell him the incident with Malfoy. "So what should I do?" she asked when she finished.

"I believe that I will have to speak to Mr. Malfoy," Dumbledore said decisively. "You should know that if something very odd wasn't happening outside of this school, you would not be here," he added.

"I know, sir," Callen said respectively.

"I must admit, I was skeptical when Mr. Potter here came to me and told me about the myriod and finding you," he continued.

"Wait a second," Callen cut in. She turned to Harry. "I thought that we agreed we weren't going to tell anyone about me!"

"He's the headmaster, you can't just not tell him when you want to do something!" Harry replied hotly.

"I beg to differ!" Hermione said, glaring. "What about the Philosopher's Stone? And the Chamber of Secrets? And Sirius and Lupin and Wormtail? What about our fourth year? And last year?"

"He knew about all that!" Harry said angrily.

"Do I really want to know?" Callen asked Ron softly. Ron started to explain to her everything that Hermione and Harry were talking - or rather, yelling - about.

"Why are you telling her?" Harry suddenly demanded. He wasn't very sure how he felt about having Callen know about his past.

"There isn't anything wrong with her knowing, is there?" Ron asked.

"Well, maybe I'm sick of you telling the whole bloody world about me!" Harry said furiously.

"I don't tell the whole world about you!" Ron retorted. "I just thought that maybe since Callen's staying with us, she might deserve to know!"

Hermione, Ron, and Harry started shouting at each other, all at the same time. Callen stared franticly from one to the next to the next. Dumbledore stood near the portrait hole, a worried expression on his face. He left silently, to go who knows where. (Actually, I know where, but you'll find out later.)

Finally, Callen couldn't take it anymore.

"Stop it!!!" she screamed. The three stopped arguing and yelling to look at her.

"What?" Harry asked, annoyed.

"Shut up! You three are best friends! You shouldn't be arguing like this!" Callen yelled.

"Just stay out of it!" Harry yelled. Suddenly, he was furious with everyone, including Callen.

"You know what, I've had enough of getting shoved around by you three and Draco and everyone else here!" she yelled, looking close to tears. "I have to get out of here," she said, running up the stairs. A few seconds later she reappeared, her hair pulled back and wearing Harry's other cloak that he had loaned her when she had first arrived.

"Where are you going?" he demanded, stepping forward.

"Just let her go," Ron said, pushing him back.

"Callen, where are you going?" Hermione said shrilly. "You could get lost again, don't go into the forest!"

"What's it matter to you?" Callen snapped. "You just want Harry to act the way he did before I was here, so maybe if I leave he'll go back to the way he was and you'll be happy!" She ran out the portrait hole and through the castle, out the front doors, and out into the fresh afternoon sunlight.