Warning: No warning!! I TELL YOU!!! *looks around* I own nothing Harry Potter, but I do own Murks and Amara. Thank you. That is all. *looks at Amara and Murks, rolls around on floor laughing.* I'm a tad nutty.



"So, Amara, are you looking forward to transferring to Hogwarts?" Hermione asked.

"Well, I've heard that Hogwarts is a really great school. I'm anxious to finally go to a good one. The school that I went to was... Well, it wasn't satisfying. They never taught anything good, but I have learned some useful things. For example, the Headmistress had gathered teachers to show us the ways to transform... Into another creature. They want to make sure that they produce more Animgus that any other schools have!" she said with a light chuckle.

"Really?! They won't let us learn till' next year!! Can you quite do it yet? What animal do you become?" Hermione was fascinated, for she had always hoped she would have the ability one day.

"Well, they give you this sort of- test, if you will. And due to the results of the test, it says that I would best be fit as a Unicorn. I had difficulties with it at first, but one day my Potions teacher took me aside and showed me how to do it correctly. She too could become a unicorn. Before she showed me, I had a horn and hoofs, but I was still mostly human. She told me the trick is focusing on what features your creature has, one at a time... She told me she was so proud, but I still had my nose... I looked rather frightening! She was a great teacher. I really will miss her," Amara said longingly. The look of pure jealousy on the three others' faces was priceless. "I take it you don't have a good Potions teacher..."

"He's your basic peach, he is..." Ron mumbled. "Peachy with a side of keen."

"Snape... Well, Snape is a very HATEFUL man. He's the Slytherin Head, so he plays favorites more than ever. He quite despises the three of us, Harry mostly because Harry's dad was-" but she stopped at the look on Harry's face. He was pained, and Amara knew why. Harry had sat down one day, crying, and she wasn't heartless; she had to ask what the matter was. That was the only time they had ever really spoken civilly to each other for more than one sentence.

"I think I've heard of him. Severus Snape? I thought he was a death eater..."

"Oh, well, you see... We had an inkling at first that he was up to no good," Harry began, going back to the first year at Hogwarts. "But, he began to work as spy, telling the Ministry the whereabouts of current death eaters. He's somewhat of an auror. But no one likes him. The Slytherin's aren't too fond of him, either."

"That bad? I guess he must be ok, if Dumbeldore trusts him..."

"Can you show us....? Can you transform?" Ron asked sheepishly, particularly out of the blue. When he spoke, he talked quietly. Harry and Hermione sniggered.

"Don't see why not," she said, and she winked at Ron, causing him to turn scarlet. Amara stood up, straightened her clothes, and started to transform. Her legs grew, as did her arms. Her hair elongated, turning a brilliant silver color. A horn appeared gradually on her forehead, and soon her whole body turned a blinding white color. She was a Unicorn.

No one said anything; they just stared at the amazingly beautiful creature that accompanied them in the small room of the apartment. She whinnied a little, as if trying to talk to them, tell them that this was her. They stared in amazement, and no one knew what to say. Harry felt a tad disappointed, but only for the fact that she had never transformed for him before. She stamped her hoof, an indication that she was turning back.

As soon as she was back in human form, she saw the bewildered faces and grew worried. "Oh, dear... Did something not turn? Was the horn flesh again?! Oh, I do HATE it when that happens..." she faltered.

"No! You were... Perfect," he said in astonishment. And she had been. Harry had seen unicorns up close before, in Hagrid's class. But none of them had been this close, this beautiful. Then he remembered, once again, his first year. The unicorn, lying on the ground... dead. Blood seeping from its neck... Oozing with its mouth open. Still as could be...Voldemort had been feeding off of its blood to survive.

"Does your blood transform as well when you do?" he asked in a worried voice.

"I- I don't know, really. I suppose so... Why?" Harry looked at her, and she knew something was wrong.

"Well, the blood of a unicorn is a delicacy. It has the ability to revive a person who is near death. But, they will lead the worst sort of life possible; a cursed life. In our first year at Hogwarts, Voldemort fed off of the unicorns to survive." Harry catapulted into the whole story, telling her about Proffesor Quirril, about the unicorn blood. He tried to explain exactly as Firenze had, the centaur that saved him from Voldemort when he was in the Forbidden Forest.

Amara was desperately frightened by this. The thoughts in her head crawled all over, and she was unable to think straight.

"Oh, no... But how are we to be sure that her blood does turn also?" Hermione asked in desperation. Amara had an idea.

"You can bleed me. I'll turn back to a unicorn, long enough for you guys to find out!!" she exclaimed. She hated the thought of bleeding on free will, knowing the pain that was about to come.

"Amara, no! You can't be serious! There has to be another way to find out..." Ron didn't like the thought of bleeding Amara either. He never liked hurting his friends if he could help it... Physically and emotionally... especially.

"DO IT. I need to know. Please, do this for me?" she didn't wait for an answer. She was soon transforming back into the magical creature, shooting them all a look of encouragement and prodding. They looked around at each other, none of them wanting to do it. Harry stepped forward, not wanting Amara to be sore with Hermione or Ron. Besides, she hated him anyway; what was a little more encouraging to dislike him? He grabbed a knife and hesitated. He didn't want to hurt something this beautiful, this enchanting. He raised his hand slowly, touching the knife to the unicorns back. The creature flinched, knowing what was coming. He pressed harder, shutting his eyes and trying as hard as possible not to listen to the cries coming from Amara. It was a soft cry, but enough to bring tears to even a Slytherin's eyes. It was so heart breaking, but Harry was finished.

They all groaned, for the blood coming from the unicorn was not a deep red color, but a silver, shiny, sticky substance. This meant that the blood on Harry's fingers were unicorns blood. He wiped them on his pants, hating the thought of what this liquid brought.

She turned back, holding her side that was now bleeding red. Ron ran to get her something to stop the bleeding, which was dripping freely. Harry felt a sudden pang of guilt, and thought that maybe they didn't hate each other after all. Just maybe...

"Has anyone ever told you that you are great with a knife? Uh... What are we going to do?" she wavered a bit, having the slightest idea of what precautions to take.

"We should go tell someone at the Ministry... Maybe they would know what to do," Hermione chirped.

"NO! We can't do that... Then they would know she is an illegal Animagi!! They send people to Azkaban for that, they do. We could just... Well, we could have *ahem* Snuffles look after her when she transforms. He could make sure she stays safe," Ron was holding the cloth to her bare skin, a dark red spot oozing through. He looked up at her, and she smiled back making him turn a brilliant shade of crimson.

"Oh, quit with the modesty," she leaned down and kissed him on the lips quickly, making him squeak loudly and drop the cloth. He put on a goofy smile and ran his fingers through his hair. 'She sure isn't modest' he thought to himself.

"Ugh! Would you two please pay attention? I think having Snuffles watch her is a good idea. If only I knew how to contact him..." Harry hit the counter hard with his knuckles, causing him to bleed as well.

"GOOD MERLIN!! What was that for?" Hermione shrieked, throwing her arms in the air as a sign of frustration. "Injuring yourself won't help the situation any, I'm afraid. I think we should go to Professor McGonagall." she said airily.

"That might be worse than going to the Ministry, I'm afraid. Who cares if I can transform into a unicorn?! The only person who would ever stoop so low as to murder a unicorn doesn't exactly rely on it anymore, does he? No one else would choose to live like that. And I truly have no reason to become a unicorn, really... So, as long as I promise to be a good girl and stay in the nearest forest, I will be fine! Case closed. Now, if I am much mistaken, there is a LOT of food in the kitchen getting cold. Move!!" she said, sweeping them into the kitchen.

Eating to their fullest, they had explosive stomachs and could do nothing else but sit and talk. Even though they had met before, Ron and Hermione knew a limited amount about Amara. Asking her questions seemed to be the right way to go about things. While Ron, Hermione and Amara were talking, Harry couldn't help staring at her. The only person who had had the same hair as her was Draco and the mystical creature they had come upon in their fourth year at Hogwarts...

"Amara... Are you part veela?" he didn't have time to stop himself. The words just stumbled out.

"Well, I think my great-grandmother was... I'm not sure if my grandmother was. But I always remember her saying something like that. I guess so. Why do you ask?" she asked suspiciously. "And why is it any of your business anyway?"

"I was just wondering was all! Do you have to take offense to everything I say? I never do anything right, do I?" he was seething.

"You are so nosy! It's terrible having you for a roommate; I can never have ANY privacy!" she shrieked. Ron and Hermione stood up and started to back away, slowly, when Harry and Amara both stopped them.

"Don't go anywhere!" they said together. "Stop repeating me! You stop! I'm not doing anything! What is your problem? UGH!!" they both got up at once, Amara slugged Harry in the shoulder and Harry was just about to retaliate when they heard a noise.

"What was that?!" they stood there listening for a while, when they heard it again. It was a slight scratching, something scratching glass.

"Hedwig!" Harry ran to the window, opening it and allowing the snowy owl to swoop onto his shoulder. He took the letter, and she nipped his ear appreciatively. Opening the letter, his look turned from puzzlement to anger.

"WHAT?! Oh, for goodness sake..." he threw the letter down and stormed to the door, opening it. There was someone there already, looking as if they were about to knock.

Okay. Now is a time for you to *cough* review. Tell me whats good about it!! Good for my self esteem. Thanks to Murks!