----Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, or Charmed. I only own Paris
Turner. Notes: ^^Thoughts^^, ~Premonitions~, and Telepathic Speaking.
Notes: Harry and his gang are 17 as well as Paris, and Wyatt is 16. ---
Chapter Three: Always Know The Truth
"Who is that?" Harry asked softly about the man who had suddenly entered the room.
"I don't know." Hermione replied. "But if he has Slytherin bowing then he can't be good."
Wyatt saw Paris wince at Hermione's words, and he felt pity for her. He knew she didn't want anyone finding out about her background and he couldn't blame her. ^^Cole just knows the best time to show up, doesn't he?^^ Wyatt thought bitterly.
"Never say sucking up doesn't get you anywhere." Cole told Snape sarcastically. He then turned his attention to the Gryffindor table. His arms outstretched ready to receive a hug from his daughter.
Paris inwardly sighed and shimmered over to the man embracing him. She knew it wasn't his fault that he didn't know she hadn't wanted anyone to know about her being the Source's daughter.
"Why is Paris hugging him?" Harry asked in surprised.
Wyatt sighed, "Wouldn't you hug your father if he came to see you?" He didn't flat out say that the man was Paris' father, he just made it so they could put the pieces of the puzzle together.
When the embrace between father and daughter was over, Cole inspected his daughter taking in the look of her in her Gryffindor robes. Before he could say anything to her, he was interrupted by the headmaster.
"Is there a reason to your visit your majesty?" Dumbledore asked the source. The old man wasn't affair of him, but he didn't know about his students. "It has been some time sense a source has decided to grace us with their presence."
Cole smiled at the headmaster. "I am just here to visit my daughter." He told the old man. "Is she allowed to be excused from the rest of her classes so I could speak with her?" He asked.
The headmaster nodded. "Of course." Dumbledore was surprised to see the humanity in this source. Most of the ones he had seen were very rude and this one seemed to be at the very least polite. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that he had a child.
"Thank you." Cole replied and then looked to Phoebe. He didn't say a word but his eyes alone asked for the permission. She nodded with a small smile. And with her consent the two exited the Great Hall in a burst of flames.
As the school witnessed the sight before them, talk began to spread like it usually does with people. But there was one person in the entire Great Hall that was silent. He sat at the Slytherin table pondering what he just saw. The pieces of the puzzle had been fitted together and now he had solved it. Paris was truly powerful, most likely even more than He-Who-Shall-Not-Be- Named. He was a mudblood and though he possessed great power she had more. She was born of not only the most powerful of witches, but of the source of all evil himself. He thought of how it must feel to be so powerful and for one so young. It probably got on her nerves some of the time and she most likely loved it at other times.
Draco remembered a day during the summer at the Malfoy house where the source had met with his father. They had invited him for an evening dinner. He remembered how surprised he had been at how social the man was. Draco now knew why, the girl. He couldn't blame the man for his humanity toward her. She was something special. She had been able to make the emotionless Malfoy become social, and that was something to be said.
He then realized something as his eyes began to glance round the room. He saw Potter and his gang talk vigorously, and from the distance he could see that Wyatt was arguing with them. At that moment a surge of sorrow went through him as he realized that her secret was now out in the open, and some would not be as kind about it as others. He knew that Potter would assume she worked for Voldemort, which Draco knew for a fact that she did not. He had eavesdropped on many of the meetings that had gone on at his father's house, none mentioning Paris.
Draco was turned away from his thoughts by a familiar female voice. "The Source's daughter, I think He should know about this don't you?" She had been asking this to a few of the Slytherins' around her.
"Why?" Draco found himself asking.
Pansy gave him a dumbfounded look. "Because she could be very useful for his plans." She told him matter of factly.
"What plans?" Draco questioned. Of course Draco knew something about the sorcerer's plans from what he had heard over the summer. But there had been other meetings while school had started which he could not sneak in and listen to. He hadn't gotten his death eaters mark yet.
"Well if you were a part of the Death Eaters like your father wants, you would know." She replied rudely.
Draco had been putting that subject as far from his mind as possible. He knew that it was his purpose in life, or at least that is what everyone told him. But after all of the things he had seen happen because of those that followed the Dark Lord he wasn't quite sure if he wanted that life. He never said this though; he would be dead if he voiced this. His father was expecting it, Voldemort expected it, but Draco was undecided about it.
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Paris walked side by side with her fathering one of their favorite places to spend time together. Every time the two had wanted time to be family they went here, to this lovely island and walked along the beach. Paris had changed her outfit into something more comfortable for the warm weather of the island. She now had on a red spaghetti strap shirt, a short black shirt and black flip flops. She held the shoes in her had so she could feel the sand between her toes. The wind blew lightly kissing her face; she smiled at the beauty of it all.
They hadn't said a word for a long while, but it didn't matter it felt good to be together again; almost like old times. She studied her father; he looked the same as always with his black coat, tee shirt, and pants. As Paris studied him, Cole studied her. She was so grown up, so beautiful; just like her mother. But he could tell that she was hiding something from him, he knew that something was bothering her.
"What's wrong?" he asked her, he wanted answers.
Paris sighed; her father was never one to beat around the bush. "Well," she began, taking a deep breath. "I wasn't expecting you." She stated. It was the truth, or part of it.
He cocked an eyebrow and stopped walking. His eyes peered straight into hers and he asked again with a more serious tone. "What's wrong Paris?"
She knew she wouldn't be able to ward off the question any longer. "I wasn't ready for them to know yet." She stated.
"Know?" He questioned though he knew what she meant.
"Who I am; what I am." She clarified.
Cole nodded. "I understand, but why does it matter?"
She looked at him with confusion. "Why wouldn't it? I'm the daughter of the source of all evil. That causes a lot of suspicion; they probably think I work for that Voldemort guy."
"But you don't." He reminded her.
She rolled her eyes at him "That's not the point!" she took a deep breath and said "Even if I don't work for the jerk-off; I'm from an evil descent and that automatically makes me a bad guy."
"But you aren't, I tried to make you one. But we both know how that ended." He replied.
She smiled at his remark. Yes it was true he had wanted her to work for him, but she didn't want that. They had argued for so long, and continued arguing until the day she met her mother who told him that it was her choice. Since then she had been in work with the Charmed ones, and loving it.
Cole noticed the smile that had been painted onto his daughter's face. He smiled at her, and pulled her into a loving embrace. He smelled her scent, it had been so long sense he had seen her, and he missed her. She meant the world to him, and if she asked him to do anything he would. He loved her so much it hurt sometimes. The embrace ended and he looked her in the eyes, his hands on her shoulders. "Listen Paris, I'm sure it will all work out. They know the real Paris, not the evil person someone might make you out to be. And even," He sighed. "and even if no one believes you, you know the truth as well as your mother and aunts. Never forget that we are here for you, and always will be." He kissed her forehead and then backed away smiling a loving smile to her as the flames engulfed him until he was no more. Paris stood there with a smile still planted on her face. ^^He's right, no matter what I will always know the truth.^^ And with that thought she shimmered back to Hogwarts.
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Hermione, Harry, Ron, Ginny, and Wyatt were in the library of the large wizarding school. They were looking for books concerning the source and his descendents. Wyatt had told them they would find nothing on Paris in any of those books. Hermione had smiled when she told him that though the books were very old they updated magically with new information that was known by anyone on the planet. Wyatt had just agreed and continued to help them search. He hoped that if they found anything that it would prove to the four that Paris wasn't evil.
After about forty minutes of looking through shelves and catalogs Ginny yelled out. "I think I've found something."
"What is it Gin?" Hermione asked her red haired friend.
Ginny walked over to a table that they had claimed as their own and set the book down. She flipped a few pages and in bold calligraphy said the words 'The Source'. Wyatt's eyes widened when he saw a drawn picture of Cole. He scanned the page, it had everything about the man, him being a demon, falling in love with a Charmed one, getting married to her, becoming the source; everything.
"Hey isn't that-?" Ron began.
"Paris' father." Hermione finished his sentence.
"Does it say anything about her?" Harry asked.
"Let's see." Hermione said as she scanned the page. "Not on this page." She stated then turned it and everyone's' faces turned surprised. On the page in the book Ginny had found was a drawn picture of Paris. It looked exactly like her, except for the black robe she wore. Paris never wore the robe unless it was a special ceremony.
"It's her." Harry could on gasp.
Wyatt began to read aloud, "Paris Turner daughter of Cole Turner, the recent source, and Phoebe Halliwell, a Charmed one. She is one of the most powerful mystically beings in the world of magic. Her powers are many," Wyatt looked at the list of powers that Paris was said to have, and read off the list. "Shape shifting,"
"Explains how confident she was during the transfiguration test." Harry stated.
Wyatt continued. "Fireballs, shimmering-"
"Shimmering?" Ginny questioned.
"It's the same as orbing but without the lights, and the evil way of doing it." Wyatt explained then continued. "And levitating." Wyatt skimmed the page and then summed it up for the others. "It basically just explains her background, and what to do when you see her." Wyatt didn't mention the good and evil mood swings that the book pointed out. ^^Mood swings? Maybe that's what the sorting hat meant by 'evil lurking inside'.^^
Suddenly a loud alarm was sounded, and Wyatt looked at the four expectantly. "What is that?"
"Troll." Gunny replied; Wyatt could hear the fear in her voice.
"A troll? What's wrong with a troll?" Wyatt asked. But his question went unanswered as the four began to walk briskly out of the library. They walked down the hall then stopped dead in their tracks, all eyes widened in surprise and fear. In front of them was a giant distorted being, also known as a troll. It was sneering down at them, its club in hand, ready to attack.
Wyatt shook his head. "I thought trolls were small."
"They are," said a female voice behind them. The five turned to see Paris standing there in a black skirt, and a red spaghetti strap shirt. "These are just the ones that live in the wizarding world; the ones in our world are smaller."
"Pear, how did y-?" Wyatt began but she answered quickly.
"The wonders of shimmering." She gave a small smile, but noticed the untrusting faces on the others. "Now Wyatt get them out of here." She stated seriously.
"No, I'm not leaving you." He said firmly.
"Do it!" she commanded.
He shook his head in reply.
While the two cousins were fighting, the troll was getting closer. Ron quivered in fear. "Hey guys the troll's still here."
Paris sighed as she started a large fireball in her hand. Harry and his gang looked at the object in her hand with interest and suspicion. "Have it your way Wyatt." She said then threw the ball of flames directly at the Troll. On impact the troll burst into flames. When the fire dispersed, nothing was left of the troll except a dark fire burn where it had been standing.
Not long after the troll had been disposed of, the professors reached the students. Each stopped and looked confused at the scene before them. They all knew the troll was in this section of the school, but they didn't see anything.
A familiar sent filled Piper's nostrils; it smelled of sulfur and fire. "Fireball." She said matter of factly. The Charmed ones, and Leo all turned their attention to the teenage girl in front of them.
"Paris?" Leo asked her, knowing full well she had destroyed the menacing troll.
"Well, I ahhh" Paris began.
"I ahhh what?" Phoebe asked her daughter firmly. Even though she knew her daughter shouldn't have interfered she was still proud that the girl had destroy the troll.
"I shimmered back her from being with dad, and found Wyatt and the others trapped in front of the Troll thing," she took a deep breath then continued. "So I killed it."
"Ms. Turner," Professor Snape began "next time you feel the urge to be a hero; don't." He knew it might not be a good idea to reprimand the source's daughter but she still was a student and he knew that the mother wouldn't want her acting in such a foolish manner. Little did he know that Phoebe was proud of her daughter's accomplishment.
Paris' blood boiled at the slimy man who had just told her not to interfere. "Listen Mister, I'm here because you needed the help. I'm sorry to take away your glory, but I did what I had to, to save my friends. Now if that's a crime so be it, but you forget," she moved closer to the man, and started a fireball. "It takes me only a second to get rid of that hellish being while it takes you a stick and some words." She made the fireball disappear and turned on her heals whipping her hair in his face. She took a few steps forward and shimmered out of the hallway.
She didn't care about showing her power, they knew about it already. Why hide something if it is already known. She entered her room, and got into her pajamas. As she slid into her bed she had a distinct feeling she was forgetting something. The thought lingered as she drifted off to sleep.
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On the Quidditch field Draco Malfoy sighed heavily. He had been waiting for at least an hour for Paris to show up for her flying lessons. He decided that she was a no show, and walked back to the Slytherin dungeons in disappointment. ^^Why'd she blown me off?^^ he thought as he entered his bedroom. He knew that there was a troll alert and maybe something happened, or maybe she wasn't back from visiting her father. He was to tired to think of all the possibilities at the moment. As soon as his head hit the softness of his pillow he fell into a deep slumber.
-----Okay thanks for all the reviews, and as always I need at least three to continue. Hope you liked the chapter. From now on the chapters might take some time because with school and all the darn Homework. But I promise to have a chapter at least once a week. Thanks again. ~Alana----
Chapter Three: Always Know The Truth
"Who is that?" Harry asked softly about the man who had suddenly entered the room.
"I don't know." Hermione replied. "But if he has Slytherin bowing then he can't be good."
Wyatt saw Paris wince at Hermione's words, and he felt pity for her. He knew she didn't want anyone finding out about her background and he couldn't blame her. ^^Cole just knows the best time to show up, doesn't he?^^ Wyatt thought bitterly.
"Never say sucking up doesn't get you anywhere." Cole told Snape sarcastically. He then turned his attention to the Gryffindor table. His arms outstretched ready to receive a hug from his daughter.
Paris inwardly sighed and shimmered over to the man embracing him. She knew it wasn't his fault that he didn't know she hadn't wanted anyone to know about her being the Source's daughter.
"Why is Paris hugging him?" Harry asked in surprised.
Wyatt sighed, "Wouldn't you hug your father if he came to see you?" He didn't flat out say that the man was Paris' father, he just made it so they could put the pieces of the puzzle together.
When the embrace between father and daughter was over, Cole inspected his daughter taking in the look of her in her Gryffindor robes. Before he could say anything to her, he was interrupted by the headmaster.
"Is there a reason to your visit your majesty?" Dumbledore asked the source. The old man wasn't affair of him, but he didn't know about his students. "It has been some time sense a source has decided to grace us with their presence."
Cole smiled at the headmaster. "I am just here to visit my daughter." He told the old man. "Is she allowed to be excused from the rest of her classes so I could speak with her?" He asked.
The headmaster nodded. "Of course." Dumbledore was surprised to see the humanity in this source. Most of the ones he had seen were very rude and this one seemed to be at the very least polite. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that he had a child.
"Thank you." Cole replied and then looked to Phoebe. He didn't say a word but his eyes alone asked for the permission. She nodded with a small smile. And with her consent the two exited the Great Hall in a burst of flames.
As the school witnessed the sight before them, talk began to spread like it usually does with people. But there was one person in the entire Great Hall that was silent. He sat at the Slytherin table pondering what he just saw. The pieces of the puzzle had been fitted together and now he had solved it. Paris was truly powerful, most likely even more than He-Who-Shall-Not-Be- Named. He was a mudblood and though he possessed great power she had more. She was born of not only the most powerful of witches, but of the source of all evil himself. He thought of how it must feel to be so powerful and for one so young. It probably got on her nerves some of the time and she most likely loved it at other times.
Draco remembered a day during the summer at the Malfoy house where the source had met with his father. They had invited him for an evening dinner. He remembered how surprised he had been at how social the man was. Draco now knew why, the girl. He couldn't blame the man for his humanity toward her. She was something special. She had been able to make the emotionless Malfoy become social, and that was something to be said.
He then realized something as his eyes began to glance round the room. He saw Potter and his gang talk vigorously, and from the distance he could see that Wyatt was arguing with them. At that moment a surge of sorrow went through him as he realized that her secret was now out in the open, and some would not be as kind about it as others. He knew that Potter would assume she worked for Voldemort, which Draco knew for a fact that she did not. He had eavesdropped on many of the meetings that had gone on at his father's house, none mentioning Paris.
Draco was turned away from his thoughts by a familiar female voice. "The Source's daughter, I think He should know about this don't you?" She had been asking this to a few of the Slytherins' around her.
"Why?" Draco found himself asking.
Pansy gave him a dumbfounded look. "Because she could be very useful for his plans." She told him matter of factly.
"What plans?" Draco questioned. Of course Draco knew something about the sorcerer's plans from what he had heard over the summer. But there had been other meetings while school had started which he could not sneak in and listen to. He hadn't gotten his death eaters mark yet.
"Well if you were a part of the Death Eaters like your father wants, you would know." She replied rudely.
Draco had been putting that subject as far from his mind as possible. He knew that it was his purpose in life, or at least that is what everyone told him. But after all of the things he had seen happen because of those that followed the Dark Lord he wasn't quite sure if he wanted that life. He never said this though; he would be dead if he voiced this. His father was expecting it, Voldemort expected it, but Draco was undecided about it.
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Paris walked side by side with her fathering one of their favorite places to spend time together. Every time the two had wanted time to be family they went here, to this lovely island and walked along the beach. Paris had changed her outfit into something more comfortable for the warm weather of the island. She now had on a red spaghetti strap shirt, a short black shirt and black flip flops. She held the shoes in her had so she could feel the sand between her toes. The wind blew lightly kissing her face; she smiled at the beauty of it all.
They hadn't said a word for a long while, but it didn't matter it felt good to be together again; almost like old times. She studied her father; he looked the same as always with his black coat, tee shirt, and pants. As Paris studied him, Cole studied her. She was so grown up, so beautiful; just like her mother. But he could tell that she was hiding something from him, he knew that something was bothering her.
"What's wrong?" he asked her, he wanted answers.
Paris sighed; her father was never one to beat around the bush. "Well," she began, taking a deep breath. "I wasn't expecting you." She stated. It was the truth, or part of it.
He cocked an eyebrow and stopped walking. His eyes peered straight into hers and he asked again with a more serious tone. "What's wrong Paris?"
She knew she wouldn't be able to ward off the question any longer. "I wasn't ready for them to know yet." She stated.
"Know?" He questioned though he knew what she meant.
"Who I am; what I am." She clarified.
Cole nodded. "I understand, but why does it matter?"
She looked at him with confusion. "Why wouldn't it? I'm the daughter of the source of all evil. That causes a lot of suspicion; they probably think I work for that Voldemort guy."
"But you don't." He reminded her.
She rolled her eyes at him "That's not the point!" she took a deep breath and said "Even if I don't work for the jerk-off; I'm from an evil descent and that automatically makes me a bad guy."
"But you aren't, I tried to make you one. But we both know how that ended." He replied.
She smiled at his remark. Yes it was true he had wanted her to work for him, but she didn't want that. They had argued for so long, and continued arguing until the day she met her mother who told him that it was her choice. Since then she had been in work with the Charmed ones, and loving it.
Cole noticed the smile that had been painted onto his daughter's face. He smiled at her, and pulled her into a loving embrace. He smelled her scent, it had been so long sense he had seen her, and he missed her. She meant the world to him, and if she asked him to do anything he would. He loved her so much it hurt sometimes. The embrace ended and he looked her in the eyes, his hands on her shoulders. "Listen Paris, I'm sure it will all work out. They know the real Paris, not the evil person someone might make you out to be. And even," He sighed. "and even if no one believes you, you know the truth as well as your mother and aunts. Never forget that we are here for you, and always will be." He kissed her forehead and then backed away smiling a loving smile to her as the flames engulfed him until he was no more. Paris stood there with a smile still planted on her face. ^^He's right, no matter what I will always know the truth.^^ And with that thought she shimmered back to Hogwarts.
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Hermione, Harry, Ron, Ginny, and Wyatt were in the library of the large wizarding school. They were looking for books concerning the source and his descendents. Wyatt had told them they would find nothing on Paris in any of those books. Hermione had smiled when she told him that though the books were very old they updated magically with new information that was known by anyone on the planet. Wyatt had just agreed and continued to help them search. He hoped that if they found anything that it would prove to the four that Paris wasn't evil.
After about forty minutes of looking through shelves and catalogs Ginny yelled out. "I think I've found something."
"What is it Gin?" Hermione asked her red haired friend.
Ginny walked over to a table that they had claimed as their own and set the book down. She flipped a few pages and in bold calligraphy said the words 'The Source'. Wyatt's eyes widened when he saw a drawn picture of Cole. He scanned the page, it had everything about the man, him being a demon, falling in love with a Charmed one, getting married to her, becoming the source; everything.
"Hey isn't that-?" Ron began.
"Paris' father." Hermione finished his sentence.
"Does it say anything about her?" Harry asked.
"Let's see." Hermione said as she scanned the page. "Not on this page." She stated then turned it and everyone's' faces turned surprised. On the page in the book Ginny had found was a drawn picture of Paris. It looked exactly like her, except for the black robe she wore. Paris never wore the robe unless it was a special ceremony.
"It's her." Harry could on gasp.
Wyatt began to read aloud, "Paris Turner daughter of Cole Turner, the recent source, and Phoebe Halliwell, a Charmed one. She is one of the most powerful mystically beings in the world of magic. Her powers are many," Wyatt looked at the list of powers that Paris was said to have, and read off the list. "Shape shifting,"
"Explains how confident she was during the transfiguration test." Harry stated.
Wyatt continued. "Fireballs, shimmering-"
"Shimmering?" Ginny questioned.
"It's the same as orbing but without the lights, and the evil way of doing it." Wyatt explained then continued. "And levitating." Wyatt skimmed the page and then summed it up for the others. "It basically just explains her background, and what to do when you see her." Wyatt didn't mention the good and evil mood swings that the book pointed out. ^^Mood swings? Maybe that's what the sorting hat meant by 'evil lurking inside'.^^
Suddenly a loud alarm was sounded, and Wyatt looked at the four expectantly. "What is that?"
"Troll." Gunny replied; Wyatt could hear the fear in her voice.
"A troll? What's wrong with a troll?" Wyatt asked. But his question went unanswered as the four began to walk briskly out of the library. They walked down the hall then stopped dead in their tracks, all eyes widened in surprise and fear. In front of them was a giant distorted being, also known as a troll. It was sneering down at them, its club in hand, ready to attack.
Wyatt shook his head. "I thought trolls were small."
"They are," said a female voice behind them. The five turned to see Paris standing there in a black skirt, and a red spaghetti strap shirt. "These are just the ones that live in the wizarding world; the ones in our world are smaller."
"Pear, how did y-?" Wyatt began but she answered quickly.
"The wonders of shimmering." She gave a small smile, but noticed the untrusting faces on the others. "Now Wyatt get them out of here." She stated seriously.
"No, I'm not leaving you." He said firmly.
"Do it!" she commanded.
He shook his head in reply.
While the two cousins were fighting, the troll was getting closer. Ron quivered in fear. "Hey guys the troll's still here."
Paris sighed as she started a large fireball in her hand. Harry and his gang looked at the object in her hand with interest and suspicion. "Have it your way Wyatt." She said then threw the ball of flames directly at the Troll. On impact the troll burst into flames. When the fire dispersed, nothing was left of the troll except a dark fire burn where it had been standing.
Not long after the troll had been disposed of, the professors reached the students. Each stopped and looked confused at the scene before them. They all knew the troll was in this section of the school, but they didn't see anything.
A familiar sent filled Piper's nostrils; it smelled of sulfur and fire. "Fireball." She said matter of factly. The Charmed ones, and Leo all turned their attention to the teenage girl in front of them.
"Paris?" Leo asked her, knowing full well she had destroyed the menacing troll.
"Well, I ahhh" Paris began.
"I ahhh what?" Phoebe asked her daughter firmly. Even though she knew her daughter shouldn't have interfered she was still proud that the girl had destroy the troll.
"I shimmered back her from being with dad, and found Wyatt and the others trapped in front of the Troll thing," she took a deep breath then continued. "So I killed it."
"Ms. Turner," Professor Snape began "next time you feel the urge to be a hero; don't." He knew it might not be a good idea to reprimand the source's daughter but she still was a student and he knew that the mother wouldn't want her acting in such a foolish manner. Little did he know that Phoebe was proud of her daughter's accomplishment.
Paris' blood boiled at the slimy man who had just told her not to interfere. "Listen Mister, I'm here because you needed the help. I'm sorry to take away your glory, but I did what I had to, to save my friends. Now if that's a crime so be it, but you forget," she moved closer to the man, and started a fireball. "It takes me only a second to get rid of that hellish being while it takes you a stick and some words." She made the fireball disappear and turned on her heals whipping her hair in his face. She took a few steps forward and shimmered out of the hallway.
She didn't care about showing her power, they knew about it already. Why hide something if it is already known. She entered her room, and got into her pajamas. As she slid into her bed she had a distinct feeling she was forgetting something. The thought lingered as she drifted off to sleep.
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On the Quidditch field Draco Malfoy sighed heavily. He had been waiting for at least an hour for Paris to show up for her flying lessons. He decided that she was a no show, and walked back to the Slytherin dungeons in disappointment. ^^Why'd she blown me off?^^ he thought as he entered his bedroom. He knew that there was a troll alert and maybe something happened, or maybe she wasn't back from visiting her father. He was to tired to think of all the possibilities at the moment. As soon as his head hit the softness of his pillow he fell into a deep slumber.
-----Okay thanks for all the reviews, and as always I need at least three to continue. Hope you liked the chapter. From now on the chapters might take some time because with school and all the darn Homework. But I promise to have a chapter at least once a week. Thanks again. ~Alana----