Harry, in his rush, had run into somebody and knocked them over.

"Oh, sorry," Harry said without looking down at who he had knocked over. "I just have somewhere really important to go."

"It's all right," the voice replied genially, as Harry continued to run, looking for Ron and Hermione.

Suddenly, it hit him; he knew who that voice had belonged to. "Mandy," he gasped, short of breath from running.

He swiveled around and ran back in the direction he had just come from.

"Sorry," he said, this time genuinely sorry, as he put out his hand so she could get up from the ground. Mandy reached out and grabbed his outstretched hand, pulling herself off the ground. She then dusted her robes off, and continued walking in the direction she was originally walking in, except this time, with Harry's accompaniment.

"So where'd you have to go?" she asked.

"Nowhere really," Harry replied. He could tell Ron and Hermione later.

"But I thought you said it was important," she laughed.

"Err, yeah," Harry said, as a blush crept up his cheeks.

"So, anyway, how much more work have I missed?" she questioned.

"Not much," Harry said truthfully, as he noticed they were heading back towards Hagrid's hut.

"Really? Oh, that's good, because I still have loads to catch up on."

"We can help you catch up. That is, if you want." Harry offered to her.

"We?" she questioned, staring at Harry. She looked at him, noting that no one else was beside him.

Harry finally took this into realization. "Oh, Hermione, Ron, and I."

"Oh," she replied, looking as if she was battling with her conscience on this one. Suddenly, a look of fear glazed over her eyes, which had lasted about a second before it had disappeared. "Okay, thanks, sounds good," she replied with a seemingly forced smile.

Mandy knocked on the door to Hagrid' hut three times, as they waited for him to come out.

"'arry, Mandy!" Hagrid exclaimed. "Harry, didn' yeh jus' leave here?" He asked, bemused. Mandy laughed again.

"Yeah," Harry replied, trying to get rid of the blush that was creeping up his cheeks again. Merlin, this was embarrassing. "But, umm, I ran into Mandy on the way out," he replied truthfully, "and she needed to..." he trailed off; he had never asked her what she wanted at Hagrid's hut, so he honestly didn't know.

"Get the homework she missed," she said, with a genuine smile, completing Harry's sentence.

"Yeah," Harry said.

"All righ', come on in and I'll write up a list fer yeh," he said in his usual gruff voice to Mandy.

Both Mandy and Harry walked inside, as Mandy seemed to be taking in her surroundings. He watched her eyes travel across the room with a show of interest. Wait, her eyes... her eyes were different. He could've sworn they were hazel, but now they were... blue? That didn't seem right.

"Mandy," Harry said speaking up. "Weren't your eyes hazel?" He asked awkwardly. He truthfully remembered them being hazel, like Ginny's eyes.

"No," she replied, seemingly confused, "they've always been blue."

'How strange,' Harry thought.

"Well," Hagrid said, interrupting Harry's thoughts. "That's it, there yeh go, Mandy. It shouldn't be too much fer yeh to catch up on," he beamed.

"Thanks, Hagrid," Mandy replied calmly. "Now off to collect the rest of my homework," she said with a slight wrinkling of her nose.

Harry laughed; although the clips he had seen of her had proven to make her seem as if she was more advanced than the rest of witches and wizards of their age, she still acted the same as all of them.

Harry and Mandy walked out of Hagrid's cabin, heading back towards the castle to gather the rest of Mandy's homework as well as meet up with Ron and Hermione. On the way there, they managed to bump into a few students, most of whom seemed quite keen on finding out more about Mandy due to the odd circumstances to which she arrived, and acted. Harry had to admit that had he not learned more about Mandy from the clips, he would've thought she did act quite strange, mainly because of the way she had approached Dumbledore. The way she treated Dumbledore her first night was almost as if treating him like an equal; not something many wizards and witches did. Perhaps it wasn't treating him like an equal though, more of an old friend, who obviously couldn't have been that old of a friend with her taking her age into consideration.

Harry and Mandy remained a few feet away from the castle when they managed to bump into Harry's friend's sister, Ginny Weasley. Normally, the fact of having a female in a family would not be so much of a noticeable aspect, but Ginny was the first female in her family for several generations, making her gender much more noticeable. There was also something different about her this year that Harry simply couldn't put his finger on, something different that made her seem to stick out so much more in his mind.

He then quickly pushed these thoughts aside as he had realized just then that he had been consumed in his thoughts for too long, as shown to him by the weird looks he was receiving from Mandy and Ginny.

"Does he often get like this?" Mandy asked.

"Not really," Ginny said bemused, "he does although tend to sometimes drift off in his own thoughts when he really has something to think about."

"Well then, he must be thinking really deeply, he looks like he's in pain." Mandy and Ginny both giggled, causing Harry to blush for what to him seemed like the millionth time today.

"Oh hey," Ginny said, ceasing her giggles, "it looks like he's snapped out of him. Blushing usually is a sign of realizing you've been drifting out of reality for a bit too long, right?" Both girls laughed again, which this time caused Harry to speak up instead of blush.

"Sorry, I was going over Ron and Hermione's fight in my head," Harry replied coolly.

"Oh, well then I could see why he was in pain," Ginny commented.

Mandy laughed. "They aren't that bad, are they?"

"You'd be surprised..." Ginny trailed off, "My brother can be so stubborn sometimes."

Harry grinned, for he knew that Ron could be that way. That even in fact, Ron was that way most of the time, especially around Hermione. "I think Hermione only helps that," Harry added to the conversation.

Ginny grinned mischievously in return, "Yes, Hermione does seem to have an impact on his attitude, doesn't she?"

Ginny and Harry exchanged knowing looks and burst out laughing, almost missing Mandy's comment in the background.

"This year certainly will be interesting then..."

"Yes," Ginny responded slowly, "I should think so. Life around Hogwarts usually is quite interesting. It was much more interesting with Fred and George around though, always pulling pranks," Ginny grinned upon her fond memories. "I always did wonder though why Mum didn't kill them when she found out that they had opened their shop."

"Well," Harry said, "she couldn't do much about it, could she? They were of legal wizarding age, so they did have the right to do what they wanted with their lives."

"I suppose..." Ginny trailed off, "but that usually doesn't stop Mum." They all laughed once again; even Mandy knew how Mrs. Weasley could be from her experiences with her in the Order.

"By the way," Ginny began intently, "what's your name? I don't remember it from awhile ago when you came back."

"Oh," Harry responded for her, "this is Mandy."

Both Ginny and Mandy gave Harry interested looks.

"What?" Harry responded.

"I'm sorry, did she just have temporary amnesia I wasn't aware of, and you had to remind her of her own name?" Ginny asked.

"Oh," Harry said. He had been feeling very stupid today; he couldn't believe he had just done that. Why did he answer for Mandy anyway?

"Well, anyway," Ginny said, waving off Harry's interjection. "Haven't I seen you somewhere before?" Ginny once again looked at Mandy intently, as if scanning her for some sort of identity or label she would recognize.

"No," replied Mandy, putting on a face of confusion, "I don't believe we've ever met before."

"Hmm, I swear you look familiar," Ginny said. "Oh well, maybe not."

Harry immediately made a connection with what Ginny had said. He thought that just maybe Ginny had seen Mandy at one of the Order meetings on her way out. This would provide Ginny only a glance of her, and not necessarily create a perfect memory of who Mandy was. Harry thought it was highly possible considering he was not at 12 Grimmauld Place all of his 5th year summer, and surely there had been a considerable amount of Order meetings while he was still at the Dursley's then. He couldn't say the same for the summer before this year though. Last summer, he had only managed one week at the Dursley's before the Order came to pick him up immediately due to the 'threatening' circumstances, and brought him to Grimmauld Place.

"So what are you guys doing?" Ginny asked, bringing Harry's mind back into the conversation.

"Oh, just collecting the rest of the homework I missed," Mandy responded indifferently.

"That's right, you have all that work to make up." Ginny paused, "What did happen to you by the way? I heard you were sent to the hospital wing the night of your arrival?"

"To be honest," Mandy replied, "I don't remember. It all seems such a blur. One moment I was walking down the corridor on my way to the Gryffindor Common Room, the next moment, I woke up in the Hospital Wing."

Ginny frowned, "That is strange."

If that's all Mandy truly remembered, then maybe she was experiencing what he had experienced all the time, visions. Harry often wished he didn't have his scar, which became a connection of emotions and visions between him and Voldemort. Every time he had a vision, or received an emotion from Voldemort, a painful shock would occur, causing him to quickly clasp his hand over his forehead. He hated those visions, but there were times when they did come in handy. Now that Harry thought about it, it would've made sense; her having visions, because from what he could remember, she was a Seer. Although he did highly doubt the powers of a Seer ever since Professor Trelawney started teaching, he couldn't deny that they didn't exist. Even he had to admit that on the rare occasion, his overdramatic Divination teacher did make a correct prophecy, he himself witnessing one of them. So maybe, just maybe, real Seers were left in the world, and maybe Mandy had another vision. The only thing he didn't understand was why he would've been that powerful as to knock her out and put her in a coma for a week.

Harry groaned aloud; he had just remembered something. "I have Occlumens lessons tonight."

Ginny looked at him sympathetically, "I would hate to have my mind attacked over and over again, too. It's even worse that Snape is teaching it to you."

Mandy sympathized as well. "That must be dreadful. Well, on the bright side, once you get better at it, it works in reverse effect," she smiled mischievously.

"How do you know?" Ginny asked her curiously.

"Oh," Mandy smiled, "Let's just say that the Sorting Hat greatly considered putting me into Ravenclaw for awhile when I was up there."

Ginny laughed, "You and Hermione both then."

Ginny then quickly glanced at her watch, and realized that she should be heading off to class. She quickly said goodbye, and rushed off to class for understandable reasons. Fifth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was one of the hardest due to the O.W.L.'s, which Harry remembered well.

"So," Harry said, "tell me about this reverse effect thing."

Mandy laughed and smiled, and then told him everything she knew about Occlumency.