The Interrupted Dreams

When I woke up the next morning, Pansy seemed to be more angry at me than before. I got dressed, got my supplies, and went straight to the Great Hall for breakfast.
I was the only person at the entire Slytherin table, and Percy was looking at me like we needed to talk.
So I walked up to Percy, staring at the ground ahead of me until I saw his shoes. He put his hand under my chin, and lifted it until I was staring at his face. "What's wrong?" "Nothing," I said, as if talking to him was what I most dreaded.
"There's got to be something. If there was nothing wrong, you wouldn't be moping around, feeling sorry for yourself. Would you rather come to my dormitory to talk? I'm sure Professor Dumbledore wouldn't mind." I nodded, so he took me to his prefect dormitory, which was much nicer than mine, but that wasn't why I was there.
Percy held my hand as I cried, as if to say he would listen. "I...Draco...he almost killed himself for me...he cried for me...I did the right thing...or so I thought...I took his knife and stopped his crying...but if I were never here..."
"No, Diana. Don't think like that! It's not your fault! Stop," he said as he took away my wand I pointed to myself, in the middle of saying "Avada Kedavra". "How do you know that spell?" "I read about it." "Oh. Well, please don't do it." "What're they gonna do? Send my dead body to Azkaban?"
"Diana, please. Get a hold of yourself! The kid loves you. Why does that depress you?" He wiped the last tear from my eye and combed his fingers through my blue hair. "No, it doesn't. It's just that...I wasn't gonna just watch him die like that. I'm not worth it!"
"That proves he loves you." I had completely stopped crying and was now staring at Percy.

He kissed my cheek, and led me back to the Great Hall. It looked a lot different with all of the tables full of people, and the place itself full of sound. I hugged Percy, then sat across from Draco at the Slytherin table. "What were you doing with Weasley?" "Talking." "Well, since you live with the Weasleys, I guess you have the right." "Yeah."

We pretty much ate in silence, then Draco, Crabbe, Goyle, and I went to our first flying lesson.
"I'm actually really nervous," Draco whispered into my ear, "I've only really flown a few times, and I was never the best at it." "Maybe I can teach you a thing or two. Y'know, the quidditch player from a century ago who made it in her, yes her, first year was related to me." "What house was she in?" "Slytherin, of course."
Then the teacher, Madam Hooch, came. She said something, but we didn't hear her, because we were talking. We said "UP!" and immediately got our brooms, because everyone else was saying "UP!" but not everyone was having such good luck. Then she showed us how to mount our brooms, and told Draco, "Honey, you've been doing this wrong for years. Look at how Diana's got hers. Diana's is perfect. Perhaps she'll be playing Quidditch next year," then she winked at me, and showed many other people how to mount their brooms.
When she told us to hover a bit, Longbottom, a stupid Gryffindor, was the only one who did, and he had a freak accident and broke his wrist, losing the Remembrall his grandmother sent him.

They went to the Hospital Wing, and Draco said, "Did you see his face, the great lump?" "Shut up, Malfoy," Parvati Patil snapped. "Ooh, sticking up for Longbottom?," said Pansy, "Never thought you'd like fat little crying babies, Parvati." That's when Draco saw the Remembrall, grabbed it, and angered Potter, saying, with his nasty smile that always left me and everyone around me in a puddle of my drool after a minute or two, "I think I'll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to find --- how about --- up a tree?" After feuding over it on his broomstick, Draco through it straight up and flew straight back down, as we watched Potter catch it, and get in trouble with McGonnagal. I gave Draco a high five as Potter walked, head down, to the building.

"Malfoy, that should be you," said Ron. "Well, no pureblood, except maybe you, Weasley, would be so stupid as to let him or herself get caught." Being that I wasn't a pureblood (my father's a halfblood), I didn't laugh, but, oh, did Pansy Parkinson. Draco whispered in my ear, "Pansy is an odd little girl, and I think she likes me. Scary."
The rest of the day crept by, until Draco, Crabbe, Goyle, and I were the only ones left in the common room, Draco and I sitting on the leather couch. "What were you and Prefect Weasley talking about?" "How it's my fault that you were crying and had your knife to your wrist to kill yourself." "Okay, I know this is gonna sound strange, but I," said Draco, looking very nervous, "love you, Diana." He looked at me as though he expected an insult, but he didn't get one. He seemed glad he didn't get an insult, too.

Then I went back up to my dormitory to discover Pansy was asleep. I went to the closet to write in my journal:

Hogwarts has been very interesting so far. This Draco kid, who I kissed in a baby picture (ew..) wants me in bed, and I'm relying on a Gryffindor prefect who I've lived with for almost my entire life for emotional help. He likes this girl named Penelope Clearwater. With how ambitious he can be sometimes, I bet she's a tough girl. With what he tells me about her, she was a bit shy around him at first. Can't blame her, though. Percy's kind of hard not to be shy around. I sometimes wonder why Fred, George, and Ron hate him so much. Well, goodnight.

I got into my night-clothes and slept. I had the weirdest dream:

I was walking around the school and fell into a trapdoor after seeing a three-headed dog, which was asleep because of harp music. I wasn't the first one there. I had to play wizard's chess and do a potion combination to get to a room with a mirror. There, I saw a man with a turban looking into a mirror. It was Professor Quirrel. "Professor? What are you doing here?" "I want the stone.
"Eek!"
"Pansy? Oh. I see you've met Joseph." "You're not allowed to have snakes on school grounds." "Over here," I told Joseph in Parseltongue. "As long as he doesn't hurt you, I don't see what's wrong with having him around. He's just a cute little serpent," I said, as I pet the three-foot-long snake. "You're crazy, Diana." Joseph went back to his chamber and Pansy went back to sleep, so I
did too. Only I had a new dream this time.
Percy took me to his dormitory, and let me sit on his lap while I told him about the guilt trip I was going through. I felt like a four-year-old sitting on her father's lap. Since Mrs.Weasley hated me and Mr.Weasley never really acknowledged the fact that I was there, and Harry had took away my real father's powers when I was a year old, Percy was kind of like the father I'd never had (only I've had the biggest crush on him since I was 5). Potter at least had the Dursleys. I had no family at all to take care of me.
Percy was the one who tucked me in when I was a baby. He was the one who gave me some of his food when Mrs. Weasley had tried to starve me.
He was the one who had listened to me, even if I'd made no sense. He was the one who taught me how to speak clearly, and how to read and write. Of course, my first word I spoke clearly was "Percy".
Fred and George giggled when they heard me say just about every word wrong except for Percy. Fred got jealous after a while and taught me how to say his name right. For some reason, I'd always liked him better than George. Back to my dream: I was telling him that I knew Quirrel was hiding something that could danger Harry, but was too shy to tell Harry, asking if he could tell him. I was telling him that Quirrel had Voldemort with him, though Percy winced at the name. Percy understood, and would tell Harry. He kinda forgot. He told me he was sorry, and "Diana! You're drooling. Who's the guy?" "I was asleep. Ew. You're right. Guess I need to clean my pillow." I did a spell to clean my pillow. "It's not the Ravenclaw boy, is it?" "It's 3:00 in the morning. Go to sleep." "Is it?" "No. Can I at least sleep for another hour or two, or three?" "Sure," said Pansy, not wanting me to rest until I told her every "juicy" detail of my dream.