Night fell and when Chelsie realised everyone was sleeping, she silently got out of her bed, and crept down into the common room. The portrait opened and the person standing there startled her. "Ron? What are you doing out of bed? You shouldn't be out after dark."

He cocked his eyebrow. "You're telling me? Where are you off to Chelsie?"

She hesitated. "I...i'm going to...get something to eat."

"Liar."

"Oh go back to bed Ron!"

"You're not going to meet Malfoy are you?"

"So what if I am? It's none of your business."

"I'll tell Dumbledore."

"You wouldn't dare."

He smirked at her and folded his arms. "Try me."

She sighed. "Ron I have to go. If I don't he'll hurt Harry. You know that."

"And that's what Dumbledore's for! He's here to protect him."

"I have to go. Don't tell Harry." He nodded and watched as she disappeared behind the corner. "Come on Ron, you have to do the right thing, even if it means..." He gulped. "...even if it means getting expelled." He gripped a hold of his wand and quietly followed her.

He followed her down to the dungeons, and over to the entrance to the Slytherin common room. "Here we go again." Chelsie uttered the password and the door open. Ron scramble to catch it before it closed, but he was to late, and had to find refuge behind one of the dungeon's many stone walls.

Chelsie entered the common room, chills raced up her spine. Silence filled the room and not a soul was to be seen. "Ah you made it." She jumped at the sound of Draco's voice. "What took you so long? You know how impatient I am."

"Sorry." She hung her head and stared down at her feet. "Can we just get this over with?" He grinned evily and ran his hand across her arm. Her whole body began to shake. She knew what was coming and it scared her to death. What she didn't know, was that Draco was also making one of the biggest mistakes of his life. He slowly leaned in and began to kiss her neck, the moment he did, he unintetionally showed her something. A white light flashed in front of her eyes, and a memory of what occured over the summer, flashed before her. "Get off me!" She pushed against his chest and he only gripped tighter to her. "GET OFF!" She lifted her knee and slammed him right where the sun doesn't shine. He gripped himself in pain and keeled over onto the floor. Shadows began to raced across the wall and students voices could be heard. Chelsie turned around and began to run for the door.

"Don't let her get away!" Draco yelled trying desperately to get off of the floor and join in the quest to keep Voldemort's daughter from leaving.

The door opened and Chelsie raced out only to be grabbed onto and yanked behind a wall. "Ron!" He covered her mouth and they both watched silently as a group of Slytherin's exited the common room. They stood there, looking around for any sign of her.

"She's probably gone to Dumbledore. Come on lets get back to bed before we get in trouble." They all turned around and did just that. The moment the door sealed shut Ron and Chelsie emerged from behind the wall.

"I think we should do the same." Chelsie agreed and they turned around to leave only to be stopped by none other than the Headmaster himself. "Please don't expel me!" Ron whimpered.

"Go back up to your dormitory immediately Mr. Weasley, Miss Claudel come with me."

Her jaw dropped. "You're letting him go? You're punishing me and not him?"

"Gee thanks Chelsie."

"Now Mr. Weasley." Ron shut his mouth and raced back to the dormitories like a lightening bolt. "I never said anything about anyone getting into trouble. Except maybe Mr. Malfoy, but I think we both know, that's not a very good idea. Come." He placed his hand on her shoulder and quietly escorted her to his office. "Please have a seat."

"What happened down there? I know you know."

He smiled. "Amazing connections aren't they?" She looked at him like he was the craziest old man on the face of the earth. He reached over and grabbed her arm, turning it around, and glancing at the scar on her forearm. "It's amazing that not only do you share the same scar, but you also have many other similarities."

"You're talking about Harry?"

He nodded. "Miss Claudel may I ask when your birthday is?"

She gasped. "July 31"

"And do you speak or understand parsel tongue?"

"N...no." He stared at her. "O.K. yes, but I didn't tell anyone because I saw how they treated Harry and I didn't want that."

"And what do you know of your godfather?"

"I wasn't aware that I had one."

"Sirius Black."

"The mass murdered who escaped from Azkaban? Well isn't that great. Wait a minute...my parents were muggles, how did they know about Sirius Black." Dumbledore smirked. "O.K. this is getting to weird for me. I'm leaving."

"Sit down." She did as she was told. "All of this, is for a reason. It was carefully planned out after we knew of one of Voldemort's careless mistakes."

"Which was me?"

"Yes, but no we're talking about another mistake. The one on your arm."

"My scar?"

"Yes, the moment Voldemort left you with that scar he doomed his entire plan."

"Why is that?"

"Because the moment he gave you that scar he tied you directly to Harry. That is why he couldn't kill him. As long as your alive, Harry can't be touched, but there is a catch. The more they can get you to turn against Harry, the weaker the bond between the two of you becomes. That's why they're trying so hard to keep you apart. They know if they can succeed, they can take him out in a heartbeat."

Chelsie just sat there in disbelief. How could this be happening to her? "Can I go to bed now, I don't feel well all of a sudden."

"Go on then. Sleep well."

"Yeah right that'll happen." With that she got up and exited the room.

[2 Be Continued...]