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Chapter six: Strange Sightings
The Gryffindors in Professor Flitwick's class all kneeled closer to see what remarkable things the mysteriously beautiful girl standing in front of them would do.
"I've always wanted to see what I could do without feeling restricted," she said with trembling excitement in her voice.
"How do you know what to do or say? You told us you've never really done magic before?" Hermione asked suspiciously.
"I dunno. It comes naturally, almost automatically, like a reflex I was born with," Eve answered, thinking. Then, Harry realized with a thrill that she was coming closer to him again. She was giving him that haunting stare again, and he shifted his eyes unconsciously. But she was concentrating on him stronger than ever before, and Harry suddenly felt his whole body go rigid, like he was hit with a Petrificus spell. He couldn't move anything. Was she doing that to him? He saw Hermione startingto walk toward him with fury, but she was stopped in her tracks by some invisible wall she seemed to have run into. The whole class looked on with concern, but too frightened to do anything.
"Now don't worry, Harry. You just have something that I want," she said silkily as she leaned her face so close to Harry's he could feel her breath on his cheeks. He felt her hands creep down.onto his butt? She was reaching down into his pockets and he could feel himself turn red.
"No, not that," she smiled slyly as some of the boys sniggered. Then she pulled her hand out. "Your watch!" she said pleasantly. Ron had put a spell on it to tell the wrong time as a joke on Harry because he always insisted on being punctual at Quidditch practice. He had tried to fix it, but Ron had outdone himself and it had gone haywire. Finally, Harry had thrown it against a wall (not that he really expected that to work) and it had stopped. He then just put it in his pocket in a hurry and forgotten about it. At that moment Eve had the watch floating and turning in midair, and Harry felt himself relax and as he looked over at Hermione, she seemed to be able to move about freely again.
Then something happened that would disturb Harry for that whole following night and not let him sleep. The thing that scared him most was the dramatic change in Eve's expression. One moment she was concentrating on his watch, then she suddenly lowered her hand and her face became deathly pale, her eyes widened and her lips parted. She tried to mask it but Harry noticed a slight fear in her emerald eyes. She was staring fixedly not at him, but at the empty space a little to his right. The watch continued to float and traveled towards him. Then Harry felt a strange warmth, the kind he would feel whenever he heard phoenix song. A slight breeze which had come from nowhere ruffled the tips of his hair. Then the watch fell to the ground abruptly and at that instant Eve fell to her knees, which seemed to have given out under her. Harry and Ron rushed to her side. She was conscious, but her face and hands were as cold as ice. Once again, Harry helped her to her feet, and the whole time she never kept her eyes off him, not with concentration, but with a deep and infinite sadness. She still seemed weak.
"What happened? Are you okay?" asked Ron before Harry could.
"I'm fine, I'm okay," she said trying to free herself from Harry's grasp. She couldn't look at him anymore, as it seemed to cause her great pain. Professor Flitwick came to them.
"What happened?" he asked.
"Nothing, sir, I merely lost concentration. So much magic all of a sudden kinda made me weak, I guess," Eve said.
"Alright, I guess you've done enough for one day, dear. The rest of you, we've wasted enough time, but class is almost over. Do whatever you like, as long as it doesn't explode," he added with a smile to try and comfort the stunned class.
'No, she saw something,' Harry thought, 'but what? Did it have something to do with me? He walked over to his watch and picked it up. It was ticking.
"Thanks for the watch," he muttered to Eve as he passed by her. She held his arm and stopped him. Her eyes were very intense. God, he could drown into them.
" Don't thank me," she whispered, still as pale as ever. "I didn't do it."
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Hermione Granger was laying on her bed, unable to sleep. She felt extremely tired, but her brain was buzzing so intently that she couldn't sleep. Her journal was lying open beside her, with a newly written page facing her. Her eyes were beginning to hurt from staying up so late after doing so much exhaustive homework. After Eve had shown up, she was working twice as hard to be the best. Her fingers were inky, tired, and sore from so much writing, but she had to write in her journal tonight, after what happened. After describing the encounter with Harry's wand and then the watch, she had written:
It's all so unfair. Here I am tearing myself up with work to do magic, and my uh, secret project so I can be the best witch in modern times. Partly to show that a muggle-born witch is just as good as pure- bloods, and partly because Harry needs all the help he can get. And here comes this girl who does incredible magic without a wand, almost effortlessly. Ron and maybe Harry think I'm jealous. Well, journal, I admit, I am a little jealous, but I don't like her mostly because of her ties to her father. This morning a black phoenix arrived for her. Not many people know this, but I read in 'Dark Magic and Dark Ages' that those birds were signature messengers for powerful evil Dark Wizards. I tried telling Ron this, but he dismissed it. His hormones always get in the way, the annoying little prat. Every time he makes me angry he somehow succeeds in making me like him more. Sometimes I internally slap myself to try and not act like a silly little girl with a crush every time I'm near him. And the rest of the time I try not to act like a jealous bitch, but I can't help it. He drools over any female with a pulse, but he doesn't notice me except when he needs help with schoolwork. And every time I ask Harry how he feels, he tells me to go ask him myself. At first I felt encouraged because he was so jealous of Victor when he liked me. But now all he talks about is that cursed Eve. Oh, I got another letter from Victor yesterday. He wants me to visit him in Bulgaria over the Christmas holidays. Says its something urgent. Maybe I'll take him up on his offer, as he's been so valuable on giving us information on what the Dark Side is up to where he's from. Here I am going off subject again. Eve has connections to the Dark Side-and she's a Slytherin after all- and what worries me most is her power. She is most likely the Supreme person in that horrid prophecy. And she can do amazing things. And she's very very interested in Harry. I hope he's smart enough not to fall for her beguiling charms. She's almost certainly leading him into a trap. I wonder what she saw today that made her fall to the ground? Probably acting like the stereotypical damsel in distress. Its second nature to Harry to save people. But I fear that because of that Ron and I will have to save him one day. And I don't know if we can do it. We don't have Harry's courage or nerves.
Suddenly Hermione saw a shadowy figure move across the grounds. From the long dark hair, she knew instantly who it was. She suddenly had an insane desire to go after her and see what she's up to. 'I think Harry and Ron's tendencies are beginning to rub off on me', she thought. But the girl had gone into the Forbidden Forest, and there were every type of dangerous things rumored to be there, like werewolves. And if she was caught roaming out of the castle at this time, she'd ruin her immaculate school record and be in more trouble than ever before in her life, being Head Girl and all. However, with her 'secret project' she had been working on, which nobody, not even the boys knew about, she felt safer and she would be much harder to detect. Suddenly her fatigue was completely forgotten and she felt a thrill of excitement as she thought, 'I'll do it. I'll follow her.'
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That evening, while the rest of his house was asleep, Draco Malfoy stood outside his dormitory window. The cool evening breeze was playing with the platinum tips of his hair, giving a pink tinge to his face, pale and still as porcelain. His mind was too preoccupied to gaze at the stars, though. The time was coming: he could see the signs everywhere. Muggle attacks, high-profile wizards and witches acting unusually (the handiwork of the Imperius Curse, no doubt), and right after his receiving that bloody letter from his father that morning, he heard about the break-in at Azkaban. Even though he hadn't won yet, Voldemort was sure as hell trying. And worst of all, he finally tried to get his daughter and judging from the rumors he was hearing, she really did have amazing powers. Even though this worried him, it didn't surprise him. His father had been informing him that the Dark Lord was planning something "more terrible than ever before" this year. And it would involve his daugher. That meant that the time was coming when he, Draco, would have to 'prove' himself. He would finally have to outwardly say whether or not he was on the Dark Side, so his Death Eater initiations would begin. His first, his most important mission was to gain Eve's trust, and therefore cooperation. And how did they want him to do that? She had to fall in love with him. Because that was the one and only way.
Draco knew he wouldn't be able to sleep that night, so he went about to read his father's letter again, for about the hundredth time:
Draco,
I can't reveal much in this letter, except the Dark Lord has risen and will bring things more terrible than ever before. Even though the plan started out unsuccessfully, as she is not with us, because you are at Hogwarts, there is still a chance. Everything depends on her, and you must gain her affections. Therefore everything depends on you. She can't be swayed by Dumbledore's foolish notions of virtue. Her mother kept her from us and my master, and he won't do the same. One thing to always remember: the girl can read minds. Enclosed is the ingredients to a potion which will block your thoughts from her. You need to seem sincere and harmless. Hidden in your suitcase are some ingredients which you won't find easily. Do not tell her about being your Death Eater initiations. Nothing must be suspicious. Also, be wary of Potter, as I hear that he seems to be quite fond of her. Don't ask me how I know this. You have shown great skills, that is why I recommended you as the ideal candidate. Our family needs to continue to prove our loyalty. This is the most important thing you will ever do, boy, and more than your life is at stake with your decision. Write back immediately. Malfoys will continue to serve the Dark Lord.
L.M.
Draco hadn't fully made up his mind to be a Death-Eater, though. The idea of spending his life constantly in fear and danger, doing unspeakable things to people, only to grovel to someone else while they only gained in power didn't really appeal to him. However, he thought, shifting the hands he used to prop up his face on the windowsill, he would try to gain her affections. It would kill two birds with one stone, in a sense. If she loved him, she would listen to him, and therefore he would be the one with the power. The Dark Lord's plan depended solely on her, after all. And at the same time, if he decided not to side with Voldemort, if he went after Eve it would look like he was. He moved to his desk and took out a sheet of his stationary, dipped his long, black quill into an ink bottle, and wrote:
Father,
I feel slightly insulted that you even doubted that I wouldn't be up to this. It would be a great honor -and pleasure- to aid in the plan. No doubt you know about Azkaban. This morning Eve received a letter from her father and a black phoenix. She seemed quite pleased with it, and soon she will be quite pleased with me, I know. As for Potter, I have come up with a plan to take care of him. It is so brilliant, it might even surprise you. I will hit him where it hurts most. Do not worry about the family honor, trust me.
D.M.
Draco gave a faint, yet long whistle and soon his eagle owl flew to the window. He tied the letter to its foot and sent him away, but he stayed at the windowsill. He liked the silence of the night and the clear air. It was good for thinking.
He would have his work cut out for him, though. The few times he saw her encounters with Harry, both seemed very intrigued. He had to keep her away from him. He hadn't worked out his plan fully yet, but he thought saying it would impress his father. Suddenly he felt a ripple of disdain. His father.he was so involved with the family honor, he didn't realize he was degrading it. His father's servility to Voldemort was disgusting. On top of that, his job of torturing others was the most cowardly one. It involved no intelligence or danger, just mindless cruelty needed from someone with no emotions. Nobody actually respected his father or his family. They either hated them or feared them, or both. But Draco wanted to change all that.
Suddenly he saw a shadow, then a girl's form scurrying across the grounds into the forest. Draco knew few people who could get out of the castle without anyone knowing. But he knew only one person who might feel brave enough to go in the Forbidden Forest all alone. He wondered what she was doing, but since she had received that letter from her father, he figured it had something to do with him. He'd better not disturb anything. He'd begin with his plan tomorrow. But wait, what was that other shadow following her?
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Chapter six: Strange Sightings
The Gryffindors in Professor Flitwick's class all kneeled closer to see what remarkable things the mysteriously beautiful girl standing in front of them would do.
"I've always wanted to see what I could do without feeling restricted," she said with trembling excitement in her voice.
"How do you know what to do or say? You told us you've never really done magic before?" Hermione asked suspiciously.
"I dunno. It comes naturally, almost automatically, like a reflex I was born with," Eve answered, thinking. Then, Harry realized with a thrill that she was coming closer to him again. She was giving him that haunting stare again, and he shifted his eyes unconsciously. But she was concentrating on him stronger than ever before, and Harry suddenly felt his whole body go rigid, like he was hit with a Petrificus spell. He couldn't move anything. Was she doing that to him? He saw Hermione startingto walk toward him with fury, but she was stopped in her tracks by some invisible wall she seemed to have run into. The whole class looked on with concern, but too frightened to do anything.
"Now don't worry, Harry. You just have something that I want," she said silkily as she leaned her face so close to Harry's he could feel her breath on his cheeks. He felt her hands creep down.onto his butt? She was reaching down into his pockets and he could feel himself turn red.
"No, not that," she smiled slyly as some of the boys sniggered. Then she pulled her hand out. "Your watch!" she said pleasantly. Ron had put a spell on it to tell the wrong time as a joke on Harry because he always insisted on being punctual at Quidditch practice. He had tried to fix it, but Ron had outdone himself and it had gone haywire. Finally, Harry had thrown it against a wall (not that he really expected that to work) and it had stopped. He then just put it in his pocket in a hurry and forgotten about it. At that moment Eve had the watch floating and turning in midair, and Harry felt himself relax and as he looked over at Hermione, she seemed to be able to move about freely again.
Then something happened that would disturb Harry for that whole following night and not let him sleep. The thing that scared him most was the dramatic change in Eve's expression. One moment she was concentrating on his watch, then she suddenly lowered her hand and her face became deathly pale, her eyes widened and her lips parted. She tried to mask it but Harry noticed a slight fear in her emerald eyes. She was staring fixedly not at him, but at the empty space a little to his right. The watch continued to float and traveled towards him. Then Harry felt a strange warmth, the kind he would feel whenever he heard phoenix song. A slight breeze which had come from nowhere ruffled the tips of his hair. Then the watch fell to the ground abruptly and at that instant Eve fell to her knees, which seemed to have given out under her. Harry and Ron rushed to her side. She was conscious, but her face and hands were as cold as ice. Once again, Harry helped her to her feet, and the whole time she never kept her eyes off him, not with concentration, but with a deep and infinite sadness. She still seemed weak.
"What happened? Are you okay?" asked Ron before Harry could.
"I'm fine, I'm okay," she said trying to free herself from Harry's grasp. She couldn't look at him anymore, as it seemed to cause her great pain. Professor Flitwick came to them.
"What happened?" he asked.
"Nothing, sir, I merely lost concentration. So much magic all of a sudden kinda made me weak, I guess," Eve said.
"Alright, I guess you've done enough for one day, dear. The rest of you, we've wasted enough time, but class is almost over. Do whatever you like, as long as it doesn't explode," he added with a smile to try and comfort the stunned class.
'No, she saw something,' Harry thought, 'but what? Did it have something to do with me? He walked over to his watch and picked it up. It was ticking.
"Thanks for the watch," he muttered to Eve as he passed by her. She held his arm and stopped him. Her eyes were very intense. God, he could drown into them.
" Don't thank me," she whispered, still as pale as ever. "I didn't do it."
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Hermione Granger was laying on her bed, unable to sleep. She felt extremely tired, but her brain was buzzing so intently that she couldn't sleep. Her journal was lying open beside her, with a newly written page facing her. Her eyes were beginning to hurt from staying up so late after doing so much exhaustive homework. After Eve had shown up, she was working twice as hard to be the best. Her fingers were inky, tired, and sore from so much writing, but she had to write in her journal tonight, after what happened. After describing the encounter with Harry's wand and then the watch, she had written:
It's all so unfair. Here I am tearing myself up with work to do magic, and my uh, secret project so I can be the best witch in modern times. Partly to show that a muggle-born witch is just as good as pure- bloods, and partly because Harry needs all the help he can get. And here comes this girl who does incredible magic without a wand, almost effortlessly. Ron and maybe Harry think I'm jealous. Well, journal, I admit, I am a little jealous, but I don't like her mostly because of her ties to her father. This morning a black phoenix arrived for her. Not many people know this, but I read in 'Dark Magic and Dark Ages' that those birds were signature messengers for powerful evil Dark Wizards. I tried telling Ron this, but he dismissed it. His hormones always get in the way, the annoying little prat. Every time he makes me angry he somehow succeeds in making me like him more. Sometimes I internally slap myself to try and not act like a silly little girl with a crush every time I'm near him. And the rest of the time I try not to act like a jealous bitch, but I can't help it. He drools over any female with a pulse, but he doesn't notice me except when he needs help with schoolwork. And every time I ask Harry how he feels, he tells me to go ask him myself. At first I felt encouraged because he was so jealous of Victor when he liked me. But now all he talks about is that cursed Eve. Oh, I got another letter from Victor yesterday. He wants me to visit him in Bulgaria over the Christmas holidays. Says its something urgent. Maybe I'll take him up on his offer, as he's been so valuable on giving us information on what the Dark Side is up to where he's from. Here I am going off subject again. Eve has connections to the Dark Side-and she's a Slytherin after all- and what worries me most is her power. She is most likely the Supreme person in that horrid prophecy. And she can do amazing things. And she's very very interested in Harry. I hope he's smart enough not to fall for her beguiling charms. She's almost certainly leading him into a trap. I wonder what she saw today that made her fall to the ground? Probably acting like the stereotypical damsel in distress. Its second nature to Harry to save people. But I fear that because of that Ron and I will have to save him one day. And I don't know if we can do it. We don't have Harry's courage or nerves.
Suddenly Hermione saw a shadowy figure move across the grounds. From the long dark hair, she knew instantly who it was. She suddenly had an insane desire to go after her and see what she's up to. 'I think Harry and Ron's tendencies are beginning to rub off on me', she thought. But the girl had gone into the Forbidden Forest, and there were every type of dangerous things rumored to be there, like werewolves. And if she was caught roaming out of the castle at this time, she'd ruin her immaculate school record and be in more trouble than ever before in her life, being Head Girl and all. However, with her 'secret project' she had been working on, which nobody, not even the boys knew about, she felt safer and she would be much harder to detect. Suddenly her fatigue was completely forgotten and she felt a thrill of excitement as she thought, 'I'll do it. I'll follow her.'
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That evening, while the rest of his house was asleep, Draco Malfoy stood outside his dormitory window. The cool evening breeze was playing with the platinum tips of his hair, giving a pink tinge to his face, pale and still as porcelain. His mind was too preoccupied to gaze at the stars, though. The time was coming: he could see the signs everywhere. Muggle attacks, high-profile wizards and witches acting unusually (the handiwork of the Imperius Curse, no doubt), and right after his receiving that bloody letter from his father that morning, he heard about the break-in at Azkaban. Even though he hadn't won yet, Voldemort was sure as hell trying. And worst of all, he finally tried to get his daughter and judging from the rumors he was hearing, she really did have amazing powers. Even though this worried him, it didn't surprise him. His father had been informing him that the Dark Lord was planning something "more terrible than ever before" this year. And it would involve his daugher. That meant that the time was coming when he, Draco, would have to 'prove' himself. He would finally have to outwardly say whether or not he was on the Dark Side, so his Death Eater initiations would begin. His first, his most important mission was to gain Eve's trust, and therefore cooperation. And how did they want him to do that? She had to fall in love with him. Because that was the one and only way.
Draco knew he wouldn't be able to sleep that night, so he went about to read his father's letter again, for about the hundredth time:
Draco,
I can't reveal much in this letter, except the Dark Lord has risen and will bring things more terrible than ever before. Even though the plan started out unsuccessfully, as she is not with us, because you are at Hogwarts, there is still a chance. Everything depends on her, and you must gain her affections. Therefore everything depends on you. She can't be swayed by Dumbledore's foolish notions of virtue. Her mother kept her from us and my master, and he won't do the same. One thing to always remember: the girl can read minds. Enclosed is the ingredients to a potion which will block your thoughts from her. You need to seem sincere and harmless. Hidden in your suitcase are some ingredients which you won't find easily. Do not tell her about being your Death Eater initiations. Nothing must be suspicious. Also, be wary of Potter, as I hear that he seems to be quite fond of her. Don't ask me how I know this. You have shown great skills, that is why I recommended you as the ideal candidate. Our family needs to continue to prove our loyalty. This is the most important thing you will ever do, boy, and more than your life is at stake with your decision. Write back immediately. Malfoys will continue to serve the Dark Lord.
L.M.
Draco hadn't fully made up his mind to be a Death-Eater, though. The idea of spending his life constantly in fear and danger, doing unspeakable things to people, only to grovel to someone else while they only gained in power didn't really appeal to him. However, he thought, shifting the hands he used to prop up his face on the windowsill, he would try to gain her affections. It would kill two birds with one stone, in a sense. If she loved him, she would listen to him, and therefore he would be the one with the power. The Dark Lord's plan depended solely on her, after all. And at the same time, if he decided not to side with Voldemort, if he went after Eve it would look like he was. He moved to his desk and took out a sheet of his stationary, dipped his long, black quill into an ink bottle, and wrote:
Father,
I feel slightly insulted that you even doubted that I wouldn't be up to this. It would be a great honor -and pleasure- to aid in the plan. No doubt you know about Azkaban. This morning Eve received a letter from her father and a black phoenix. She seemed quite pleased with it, and soon she will be quite pleased with me, I know. As for Potter, I have come up with a plan to take care of him. It is so brilliant, it might even surprise you. I will hit him where it hurts most. Do not worry about the family honor, trust me.
D.M.
Draco gave a faint, yet long whistle and soon his eagle owl flew to the window. He tied the letter to its foot and sent him away, but he stayed at the windowsill. He liked the silence of the night and the clear air. It was good for thinking.
He would have his work cut out for him, though. The few times he saw her encounters with Harry, both seemed very intrigued. He had to keep her away from him. He hadn't worked out his plan fully yet, but he thought saying it would impress his father. Suddenly he felt a ripple of disdain. His father.he was so involved with the family honor, he didn't realize he was degrading it. His father's servility to Voldemort was disgusting. On top of that, his job of torturing others was the most cowardly one. It involved no intelligence or danger, just mindless cruelty needed from someone with no emotions. Nobody actually respected his father or his family. They either hated them or feared them, or both. But Draco wanted to change all that.
Suddenly he saw a shadow, then a girl's form scurrying across the grounds into the forest. Draco knew few people who could get out of the castle without anyone knowing. But he knew only one person who might feel brave enough to go in the Forbidden Forest all alone. He wondered what she was doing, but since she had received that letter from her father, he figured it had something to do with him. He'd better not disturb anything. He'd begin with his plan tomorrow. But wait, what was that other shadow following her?
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