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A/N: I finally got some Ginny's POV in. So from now on, the sections labeled with nothing is Draco, and the other sections labeled with Ginny's POV is Ginny.

The Mission



Unlike Virginia, I don't have close friends. I have always been somewhat of a loner though Father has tried to beat it out of me. So to please him, I 'befriended' Crabbe and Goyle, the sons of two Deatheaters. Their fathers are friends of my father.

Crabbe and Goyle are very easy creatures to handle. They don't take much effort, and they are oblivious to their surroundings until I tell them otherwise. This leaves me with time to do whatever I want without worrying about reports being sent to Father. I spend much of this time reading or thinking of Ginny and the meetings. I prepare the next lessons and then research to know more about our powers.

It is interesting how alike Ginny and I are though we have such different backgrounds. The first and most obvious similarity is our powers. Also, we both lost our naivete at young ages. At the tender ages of eleven to be exact. Mine was lost when Father started beating me. Her innocence was taken when the Chamber of Secrets incident happened.

Virginia and I have similar dispositions. Cynical and wary. I flaunt it for Father. She hides her attitude well. That is another similarity. We hide our emotions. She is very good as am I. I can still read her thoughts through her eyes however. I have learned to hide my emotions behind a mask of scorn for many years. She is still learning the technique.

I do not quite understand why she would do this. I know that she has loving family and friends. Well, I suppose I know her reasoning. She does not want people to know her secrets unless she tells them.

Completely understandable. I am the same way. I mistrust very easily. I suppose that has something to do with my youth. In my early years, I loved and trusted my parents. And I thought they loved and trusted me too.

Father told me 'important' Deatheater secrets and made me feel special. He spent hours teaching me fencing, horseback riding, and ballroom dancing.

Mother taught me about music. I was taught to play the piano by her.

Father also taught me about history, behavior, and magic. In behavior and history, he made me learn pride. Pride in my bloodline and pride in who I am.

Magic was my easiest class with Father. Because of my powers, it was simple for me to memorize the words for spells, curses, and charms. I could -and can- memorize a textbook by reading it once.

I have what Muggles call a photographic memory. Of course, over the years, I have focused this through meditation. Now, I can recall everything about the most minor detail instead of just what it looked like.

I kept most of what I knew from Father even back then. I guess that even when I was young, I knew that something about Father was off. Some part of me knew that Father was just using me for his own purposes and that if he knew I was powerful, he would use it to his advantage.

My photographic memory is a blessing and an annoyance. In my mind, most of my thoughts are with Ginny. My memory supplies images of her and conversations we have had. My mind wanders to her in class. I am forever wondering what she is learning.

The curiosity that builds up during the day is satisfied when we meet. Before and after our lessons, she talks about her day. Of course, she never asks about mine. And for that I am appreciative. We also discuss history and other subjects related to our powers.

When she writes in her diary, I get additional information that she does not tell me in my dragon form. She writes that she thinks of me as her best and favorite teacher. I believe that this is because she feels more open with me. Plus, she is the only student in the class. The lesson is always one-on-one. She learns more because no one if holding her back.

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As I walk through the forest in my fox form, I am astounded by my surroundings. Even though I have walked down this path for the better part of a year, it still fascinates me. I enter the clearing where my professor is standing. He growls a hello, and I nod in response. I don't understand it, but I am perfectly at ease in his presence. He is easily the best teacher I have ever had. What he teaches intrigues me. Probably because I haven't already learned it.

After he quizzed me on the dragon vowels, he started on the verbs. He talks in dragon throughout the whole lesson like he always does.

Many people don't know this but dragon is a beautiful language. The dragon language is filled with unique words and phrases that send chills down my spine in their sound.

We go through the lesson at a steady pace as always when suddenly he stops. I ask him if he is alright. He motions for me to come to him. I sense something wrong, so I creep up to him slowly. Then he raises his head. His whole face is changed. His expression is one of disgust and hatred, and his eyes are as cold as ice.

What have I done?, I ask myself. Then my professor growls in a voice to match his face. "Run. I dare you. It will be more fun to hunt you down, then devour you flesh and soul." I just stared at him. He stepped closer and growled menacingly to prove his point.

Lord, have mercy on me, I thought. Then I ran for my life. In my mind, I knew that I could never outrun a dragon. But still I ran. I had reached the outer rim or trees in the forest when I heard him land behind me.

I whirl around excepting to see a massive Swedish Short-Snout dragon coming closer. But I didn't see that. Instead, I saw Draco Malfoy silently running up to me with the same angered expression that Professor Felton had had.

I can't think. I stumble and fall to the ground. Oh God, he's going to kill me. "No, not yet," Malfoy said, reading my mind, "I want you to die a slow, painful death. Until tomorrow night." With that, he disappeared.

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(Ginny's POV)

I woke up, gasping. Oh God, it was a dream, I thought thankfully. It was so different from my other nightmares. So real.

And that's how it started. Night after night, I have been having nightmares. Each one picks up where the last one left off. It is a long series.

I have decided to tell Professor Felton about the nightmares. I have not done so before because I stupidly thought that he would be offended that my subconscious made him evil. But the more I have the dreams, the less I feel it has to do with my subconscious. I think someone might have planted the dreams into my mind.

I can barely stay awake in classes anymore. Professor Felton is starting to notice how tired I am even though I pretend to be normal with him. But tonight I will tell him.

In my free time, I go to the library and research about dreams. But it is so hard to concentrate on the writing. I have thought about going to Madame Pomfrey and requesting a Dreamless Sleep Potion, but I doubt it would work. I would have to tell her about the dreams, so she'd let me take the potion. Then she'd definitely tell Dumbledore, and everything would go wrong. But what if Professor Felton tells Dumbledore? No, I trust the Professor. He wouldn't do that without my consent.


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