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"Clear your mind."

Skye chewed on her lip, twisting her hand in her fist. Yeah, clear my mind, cause THAT'S so simple with you breathing on my neck like that. Nonetheless, Skye tried to wipe her head of all thought, including the tingles coursing over her skin.

"Take a deep breath and let go of all your emotions."

Easier said than done.

"Ready?"

She nodded and tensed her body, anxiously waiting for what was coming.

"On three..."

She nodded again.

"One-...Two-....Legilimens!"

Skye saw visions of her life flash before her eyes. Herself as a little girl, crying into her mother's shoulder after a nightmare; a group of kids teasing her cause of her pale skin; several men dressed in black cloaks whisking past her as she stood, puzzled, by her crib; a boy with short raven hair grinning wickedly at her as she blushed like mad. No! Not that!

"Stop!"

Skye popped open her eyes to find herself sprawled out on the ground, panting. Her ankle hurt horribly as she carefully pushed herself to her feet. Looking up at a muffled groan, she immediately smiled guiltily. "Are you ok?"

Jimmy shot her a scowl, nursing his scratched cheek," Yanno, you're lucky I ducked. That Severing Charm could've hacked off my entire face."

"And what a loss that would've been," Harry said with a smile.

Skye enjoyed watching them banter back and forth for a few minutes. The famous Potters. Brave, loyal, true and incredibly touchy about their looks. The Slytherin giggled to herself as it looked as if Jimmy were ready to hack Harry's own head off, without use of a spell.

It was already a week into April, two into her Occulmency lessons, and far longer than she liked for the Order of the Phoenix to stall before attacking Voldemort. Somewhere along the line, she had stopped referring to the Dark Lord as her dad, separating the man who had aided in her birth from the merciless monster that had killed her boyfriend's parents. It was easier that way. To see him as a generic villain as apposed to what he really was. He was evil and as long as he was alive, she would be as well. It was her curse, handed down from her Dark Arts obsessed father. But she would free herself of the fate he had burdened upon her. She would breathe free, if it was the last thing she ever did.

"Ugh! Lets just call it a night," Harry grumbled, pushing himself from the stool he had been perched atop.

"What's the rush?" Jimmy inquired, his cheek now healed.

"As much as I absolutely LOVE being in the dark, dank dungeons feeling my very soul being sucked from me, we need to get going," Harry replied.

"What for?" Jimmy asked, examining the slash in his shirt made from one of Skye's earlier attacks.

"We're not Prefects, Jim. And even if Ron and Malfoy are patrolling, there're still five other Prefects out there right now, not to mention teachers. I don't think they'd appreciate seeing us stretching our popularity anymore then we already have," Harry answered before flicking his wand at the stool and mumbling," Evanesco."

"Yeah, it is pretty late, and I'm exhausted," Skye put in, slipping her wand inside her skirt's waistband.

"See, there you go. C'mon, Jim. I still have my essay to do for Potions," Harry said starting off down the dark hallway towards the staircase that would lead them up to the main dungeon corridors.

"Go on ahead, I'm gonna walk Skye back to her dorm. Just incase."

Harry looked at him skeptically at first, then nodded and continued on alone. As soon as he disappeared up the dimly lit staircase, Skye turned into Jimmy's body and walked with him towards the Slytherin dormitories.

"How sweet of you to escort me to my door," She teased, snuggling her face into his shoulder as his arm wrapped around her.

"My pleasure," He mumbled with a smile, softly kissing her hair.

"Do you think he suspects?"

"Harry's a smart guy, but when it comes to matters of the heart, he's as oblivious as they come."

Skye giggled tucking a loose strand of hair out of her face," In other words, no."

"Right." Jimmy replied." I still hate that I can't tell him about us."

Skye sighed," Its necessary. He just wouldn't understand."

"But what's to understand? I care about you, you care about me. Plain and simple."

Skye frowned, knowing Jimmy would make it harder than it already was," Look, we just can't tell anyone. Its better if NO one knows, then we can be certain nobody else will find out, particularly Voldemort."

Jimmy muttered something under his breath, and then exhaled heavily.

She knew it was difficult. Everyday she wanted to scream at the top of her lungs that she was loved. She wanted to rub it in all her classmates' faces that she belonged to Jimmy Potter, this fabulous, unbelievably popular good guy. She wasn't the cruel Slytherin they thought she was cause she had Jimmy to prove it wrong. Skye desperately wanted the world to know that Jimmy was hers and that they were in lo-...With a sigh, she looped her arm around his waist, bringing him closer," God, I am SO tired."

"Yeah, we went at it pretty hard today. You were particularly adamant on training. Anything wrong?" Jimmy inquired as they took a slender staircase off to the side that lead straight to the Slytherin dormitories, gladly taking the subject change.

"I...No...I mean...well...I suppose," Skye stammered, squeezing closer to him in the small space of the stairwell.

"Spill."

Skye sighed. It was close to impossible to hide anything from him, no matter how hard she fought. But, she knew very well she never tried really. It always felt better to talk with Jimmy about whatever was wrong instead of keeping it to herself. She had someone to gripe to and she was going to use it to her fullest advantage." I'm just scared is all."

"About your father?"

Skye grimaced," Yes...I feel like he's just around the corner, waiting for me...I-I had another nightmare last night.."

"So that's why you looked so tired. I was wondering about that," Jimmy said with a frown.

"He had found out about us...they all did..." Skye muttered, leading them down another corridor.

"And what happened?"

Skye lowered her eyes, feeling tears well behind them," He-He killed Harry.. then you...And the Order killed me..."

Jimmy stayed silent for several minutes, making Skye all the more nervous. Silence was not apart of Jimmy Potter's personality. Looking up at him, she gently rubbed his chest to get his attention.

As if waking from a trance, Jimmy put on the slightest of smiles and gazed down at her," At least Harry went first."

Skye couldn't help how her lips twitched," Its not a laughing matter, Jimmy. I'm scared that it'll happen."

Jimmy sighed and stopped. Pulling her in front of him, he grasped her hands in his and stared at her steadily," I won't let that happen, ok? Its just not your fate, Skye. "

"But how do you know that?" Skye inquired gripping his hands tighter.

" I don't..All I know is that I care for you and I won't let anyone hurt you as long as I'm alive to fight."

He looked so sincere, so genuine. It always killed her in someway to see how pure his heart really was. "Likewise."

Jimmy smiled as she slowly closed the distance between their lips. Her breath puffed on his mouth softly as her hand slid up his neck, pulling him closer. Jimmy held his breath, anticipating the moment her lips met his.

"JIMMY!"

Jimmy and Skye jumped from their skins, spinning around towards the opposite end of the hall.

"J-JIMMY!!" A figure was advancing towards them, slow but steady. It seemed to be coming from the direction of the Slytherin Common Room.

Jimmy squinted past the torches lining the corridor," Who's there?"

The brunette's blood went frigid as the air in his lungs left him. Staggering forward then collapsing into a heap of blood and shredded Hogwarts robes, was Draco Malfoy. Jimmy scrambled to his side, quickly pulling him to sit up and lean against his chest," Draco? DRACO!"

Skye kneeled in front of the two boys, reaching up to steady her fellow Slytherin's head," What happened?"

" Sly-slytherins...tried to...to k-kill ...m-m-me..." He stammered, wincing at the effort of breathing.

Jimmy's eyes met with Skye's in a brief moment of fear before returning to his injured friend," Who was it exactly? Do you remember?"

"N-no...Got m-me from...from behind...D-didn't s-see.."

"Did they say anything to you about why they did this?" Jimmy questioned as Skye tore off Draco's sleeve that had been hanging on by a thread, then tied it round a gash in his forearm.

"B-betrayal...W-we betrayed them.."

"We?" Jimmy pressed on, feeling in his robes for his wand.

"We..."Draco repeated then paused, taking a huge amount of energy just to swallow, then slowly rose his eyes to Skye's." We..."

Jimmy's eyes shot up to Skye, seeing her face grow paler, if it was even possible. At the feel of Draco's head slumping onto his shoulder, the Gryffindor tensed with held in panic and summoned up all of his courage. He was a Gryffindor afterall. Harry wasn't the only one who could play hero...He hoped. Jimmy shifted Draco around and got to his feet, lifting his friend's limp body with him. "We have to find Harry."

Skye nodded and hurried alongside him as he ran as fast as he could with Draco's weight in his arms, towards a secret passageway. Within minutes, they broke out onto the main staircase, the newfound light making their eyes ache.

"Shouldn't we go to Madame Pomfrey first?" Skye asked as she panted to keep up. Even though he was burdened down with another person, Jimmy still moved incredibly fast.

"No, thats the first place they'd look." Jimmy replied shortly, wasting no more breath on the subject.

Turning sharply round the corner, Jimmy took the stairs three at a time. Once he got out onto the hallway that led to the Gryffindor dorms, he sprinted with all his might. His muscles were screaming as he pushed them past their limit. Even though he looked it, Draco wasn't light, far from it. So by the time Jimmy screeched to a halt in front of the Pink lady, his form was trembling. "Pixies!"

The Pink Lady gave him a calculating look, eyeing Skye suspiciously, but swung forward nonetheless.

Harry looked up in a start as his brother came tumbling inside, an unconscious boy in his arms. He sprinted over, Ron at his heels, as Jimmy fell to his knees in exhaustion, his arms still cradling the boy protectively.

Harry's jaw dropped as his green eyes widened."What happened?" Harry whispered unnecessarily. The entire common room was now surrounding them, everyone mumbling concerns to one another.

"He was attacked," Skye answered, feeling incredibly out of place surrounded by Gryffindors. Her only ally was passed out at the moment, leaving her alone to take the full brunt of all the glaring eyes.

Harry looked up, startled to see Skye apart of this," By who? What for?"

"Some Death-Eater protégés...They believe we betrayed them," She answered calmly though her body was shaking like mad.

Harry frowned as Ron guided Malfoy onto his back and tucked a pillow beneath his head.

"These wounds are serious, Harry," Ron commented, eyeing the Slytherin over.

"We can't take him to Pomfrey, they might be waiting for the chance when he's alone,same goes for Skye," Jimmy huffed, gratefully taking a glass of water from a third year girl.

"Then they'll stay here," Harry stated, then rounded on the din of protest."We can't very well send them out on their own."

"They're SLYTHERINS, Harry. They don't belong here," Seamus said, his usually rosy face now pale.

"If those Death-Eaters are after them, they probably have good reason," A Sixth year boy chimed in.

"Send them back to their dorms and let THEM deal with their own problems," A Fourth year girl spat.

At this, Ron leapt to his feet, his ears and cheeks as red as his hair," Why you good for nothing little FECKS! If we were in trouble, wouldn't you hope that any of the other houses would take us in!?"

"They would, except for Slytherin," Seamus retorted savagely.

"Why should we be nice to them when they're nothing but bloody rotten gits?" Dean asked sharply.

"Because these two risked their lives to help the fight against Voldemort...Which is more than I can say about any of you," Harry spoke up suddenly, his frame trembling with rage. All eyes turned on the Potter as he got to his feet," Malfoy and Skye have put their necks on the line when they very well knew what would happen to them if anyone found out about what they've done...Malfoy luckily got away before he had to pay the price for his betrayal, but next time neither of them won't be so lucky...So, who cares what house they're in? This is bigger than stupid houses or school rivalries...There's a war going on and if you all are too fucking blind to see that, then...well...I'm ashamed to call myself a Gryffindor."

A hush rippled over the crowd, eyes averted in guilt and shock at Harry's harsh words. Gently picking up the limp blonde, Harry shoved past those he once called friends as he made his way to his room. Jimmy paced after him, Skye following in like and Ron brought up the rear.

The entire Gryffindor Common Room remained silent the rest of that night, a heavy cloud of shame hanging over everyone's' hearts.