Title: Nella Fantasia

Author: Gia

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Rating: PG-13

Pairing: Harry/Draco

Time: 5th Year

Summary: During the first day of Potions Class, Draco refuses to take a Blinding Potion, insisting that Harry do it instead. For reasons of his own, Snape will not allow this and even threatens to take away house points. So, in retaliation, Draco improvised. He drank the potion but did not swallow. Instead, he kissed Harry Potter.

Disclaimer: I own not a thing.

Author Notes: It's been awhile, eh? Well, I've been all caught up with finishing "Bless the Child" but now that that's over with, I can get to working on my stories! GUESS WHAT?! I'M GOING TO THE CIRQUE DE SOLEIL TOMORROW!! WOOHOO!! Anyway, onto the next chapter!

Guide to the story -

DAYS: The duration of Harry's blindness will be 44 days. Not every single day will be written out, instead, it may skip a week or a couple of days. All in consecutive order!

Day 1

The sunlight that passed through the thin slit in Harry's curtains were all it took to rouse him from heavy sleep. Harry yawned softly and rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he unsteadily got out of bed, remembering the steps from yesterday. '1, 2, 3.. Bathroom!'

Happy to have made it, he set out to doing his morning routine. Luckily, Draco had showed him a handy spell that could help him shower and put on his clothes. The two had reached a tentative truce, but nothing really. They were easy going around each other, but really, how much could happen in such a short time?

Keeping his hand against the wall, he made it slowly down the steps, but was surprised when a hand stopped him mid-way. "Allow me." a familiar voice came from in front. Grinning slightly, Harry allowed himself to be handed his books and guided outside.

The two spent the rest of the morning going to classes respectively, Harry grumbling every time he felt Draco purposely walk Harry into the wall. Of course, Harry caught on quick, and was always ready to stick his hand out to stop and collision.

"What's our next class for today Malfoy?"

"Care of Magical Creatures, with the Gryffindors I might add." The tone Draco used was exasperated, which thankfully meant, that he would no longer make Harry do anything stupid. Harry was busy focusing on how his friends were taking this and how it felt very strange to be walking around, not really seeing. He felt as if he was still going to walk into something, not secure at all. The plus side, he could sort of sense things around him. When something was coming close, his hearing could pick it up. His observations were cut short, however, when he felt the outside air blowing in his face.

The sounds of other students were approaching quickly, but the sounds died down when catching sight of both of them. Gulping nervously, feeling the eyes on him, he tried to turn the opposite direction out of instinct. Draco, on the other hand, had other ideas. Keeping a firm hold on Harry's shoulder, he sent a smirk over to Harry's friends, and purposely sat Harry right on the Slytherin side. Hagrid, surveyed all this from afar but wisely kept his mouth shut. He had a whole exciting new class planned and he wouldn't let it get ruined.

"Good morning', class! Today we'll be startin' off with billywigs! Now, who can tell me what they are?"

A number of people raised their hands, including Draco. Picking someone randomly, Hagrid called on one of the Slytherins, who spoke promptly. "It's a magical insect, native to Australia. It is about a half-inch long and vivid blue color. It's sting causes dizziness and levitation." Nodding to him, Hagrid awarded points. Smiling cheerily to the students, he went around and brought out a wooden chest. You could hear small buzzing sounds now and then, causing the nearer students to scoot back further. "Now, the sting will feel like 'er sharp pinch, bu' other than that, you'll be fine. Who'd like ter feel the amazin' effects of the Billywig?"

Needless to say, no students raised their hands. Harry, who was listening to this, felt badly for Hagrid, but in his current state, it wasn't exactly the smartest thing to do. He frowned to himself, hearing some of the Slytherins snickering and talking about Hagrid's classes. He caught Malfoy whispering something about Hagrid to one of the other boys, and Harry couldn't help himself. Smiling indulgently, he elbowed Draco in the side. Hard.

"WHAT THE--POTTER!?"

Keeping an innocent smile on his face, he proceeded to act blind.. And deaf. Hagrid heard the commotion, and asked what was wrong. "The blind oaf just--mrphh!" Harry slapped his hand on top of Draco's face, thankfully, it landed over his mouth, and spoke for him. "He said he just wanted to be first, Hagrid!" Harry dearly wished he could see Draco's face, but knew it was worth it. Sputtering indignantly, Draco was compelled to go forward when Hagrid called him towards the front.

Sneering at them, he locked eyes with the currently unseeing Harry Potter. 'Oh, he'll pay, just wait till after class.' Draco spent the rest of the class time feeling like throwing up, while doing a terrible impression of backstroking in midair.

Once class was dismissed, Harry waited patiently on the grass. Surprisingly, Hermione and Ron haven't tried speaking to met yet. 'Maybe they're just busy or something, yeah, besides I'm doing fine myself.' Harry ignored the pang of loneliness, and decided firmly that their time alone may urge them to show the true feelings between them. He heard slow footsteps come towards him, and instinctively knew they were Draco's. "Up, Potter. We've got free time now. History of Magic was cancelled."

Pushing himself off the ground, he waited hesitantly for Draco to grab hold of him. He felt pretty awkward grasping in the air, and obviously Draco was too irritated to make Harry grab him first. He rolled his eyes, and grabbed Harry's hand, leading him across the lawn and into Hogwarts.

Draco planned to walk to some deserted corridor and leave Harry there for awhile. Then, he'd cry like a pansy and Draco would be there to rub it in. 'Perfect…'

Grinning to himself, he tightened his grip on Harry's hand, leading him further and further into heights of Hogwarts. After awhile, Harry could sense that there was something wrong. Hesitantly, he spoke up. "Uh, Malfoy? Where are we going?" Harry didn't get an answer, and Draco only grinned wider. Panicking, Harry struggled to pull his hand away.

"Malfoy! Let go!" He pulled more insistently, demanding, "Where are we going!!?"

Draco remained silent, but decided that this was far enough. Rather abruptly, he let go of Harry, and stepped back against the wall, waiting to see the acclaimed Harry Potter to have a panic attack. He was shocked, when Harry did the very opposite.

Harry's P.O.V.

"Up, Potter. We've got free time now. History of Magic was cancelled."

I felt around in the air, but Malfoy seemed to be debating whether to let me find him or just go ahead and help me. 'Bugger, I feel stupid groping around in the air. Where is he?'

I didn't have to wait long until he had obviously got fed up, and grabbed onto me, briskly leading me across the lawn. I couldn't help but notice the feel of Draco's --So it's Draco now?-- hand on mine. Surprisingly, it was smooth as mine, since both of us were known for working much tougher in Quidditch. His hand was almost grasping mine possessively, if that was even possible. A small stumble on my part cut short any further thoughts, and I could feel the sudden change in the floor. We were already inside, and still walking in a brisk pace.

"Uh, Malfoy? Where are we going?" I asked.

I could almost feel Draco smirk in my direction, and this time I panicked. 'What if he was taking me to some deatheater?' I knew I was paranoid, but it certainly seemed plausible at the moment. I tried pulling my hand away, realizing that he seemed a lot stronger than he looked.

"Malfoy! Let go!" I tried pulling my hand away, getting more panicked by the minute. "Where are we going?"

He didn't answer, but the emerald eyed boy felt him let go. Of course, I felt pretty stupid moving my hands in front of myself, and gave up for awhile. Almost giving up, I tried walking forward before gasping in pain. My scar was on fire, and soon, images were flashing before my eyes. I didn't even notice the stunned gasp from Draco, nor the arms encircling me. I didn't feel him pick me up, for by then, I had already blacked out.

Draco quickly sprung into action upon seeing Harry in pain. 'What the hell's wrong with him!?' He bent down to his level, noticing that his hands were clutching his scar, and from peeking through the fingers, he noticed it looked pretty raw. Draco didn't know what was happening, but he did the first thing that came to mind. Wrapping his arms around him, he picked him up with a grunt, and quickly headed to the infirmary.

Setting off with a sprint, he glanced down at Harry's face, moaning quietly in pain now and then.

"Oh, Damn!" He sped up his pace. "Don't worry Harry, I'll get you help!"

"Please! Don't hurt my daughter, please!" A woman sobbed brokenly at the feet of the current dark lord, Voldemort.

Voldemort sneered down at the woman. He had decided to accompany his deatheaters in a routine sweep of killing muggles. He was getting restless, and decided to have a night out of "fun". Two more deaths, and he'd be satisfied. Having disposed of the father, and two sons, he only needed to kill the mother and the young girl.

The girl was currently clutching her mother, who was doing vice versa. Tears were streaking down her chubby cheeks, as she gazed dispiritedly at her two brothers that lay mutilated beyond recognition on the floor. Her father was pinned on the wall, like a demented child's plaything, invisible pins keeping him upright. Getting bored with the screams, Voldemort quickly killed them, leaving the deatheaters to take care of the rest.

He apparated a good distance away, to survey the destruction from afar. The fire was currently ravishing the houses nearby, giving quite the spectacle. An insane grin formed on Voldemort's face, surveying the destruction his minions wrought. A small pop, however, sounded beside him. Turning slightly to the sound, a deatheater walked forward.

"My Lord, I have important news concerning Harry Potter."

Interest peaked, he motioned with his hand for the deatheater to continue. "Blaise has informed me that Harry Potter has been temporarily blinded, for two months. He will be defenseless and vulnerable, My Lord."

A cold laugh echoed after the message, and Voldemort was more pleased with the day's events. "How delightful.. Round up the deatheaters, Zabini, there are plans to make. Harry Potter will finally meet his demise by my hand."

"As you wish, my lord." With another pop, the deatheater disappeared.

Voldemort turned away from the spot his deatheater last stood. His expression was no longer malicious, instead it was thoughtful. He raised his wand, whispering words under his breath until an oval sized mirror appeared before him. Far from dealing with vanity, this mirror was special.

It was slightly misty, semi-transparent. Voldemort creased his eyes in concentration as he looked closer into the mirror.

"How has the first stage gone?" he asked softly.

"Accordingly, my lord." Two voices spoke simultaneously. "We have caught them."

"Excellent.." he murmured, using his free hand to wave away the image.

The last vestiges of the vision flew through Harry's mind, before his eyes flew open of their own accord. Harry didn't have to worry about being blinded by the light, since he was already blind, which brought a small smile on his face. Easing himself up slowly, he didn't want to alert Madam Pomfrey that he was already up. Blind or not, Harry could always tell when he ended up in the Infirmary.

Blinking confusedly, Harry's left hand had come in contact with something soft. Tentatively feeling, it turned out to be the Hogwarts school robe sleeve. He ghosted his hand over, and just as he expected, his hand lightly grazed soft, silky hair. 'Who's this?' Harry asked himself.

Like a child curiously fingering an unknown object, Harry let his fingers trail down the hair, onto a smooth forehead, passing the nose, and stopping at the lips. Not knowing what prompted him, he whispered, "Draco?"

The boy in question stirred at his name, before moving. Draco yawned, mouth opening wide, before stretching his arms out. Rubbing his eye, he stared at Harry, who he didn't even notice was just a breath away from his face. He looked down, noticing Harry's fingers were the same place his head was.. 'That explains the caressing I felt…holy shit! Caressing!!?'

"Potter?" Damn.Damn.Damn.Damn.Damn!!?

Drawing his hand back quickly, Harry felt a blush coming on. He didn't even want to know if Draco felt his fingers, and tried to smile. "Er.. Sorry, did I wake you?"

"No.. how ar-- how's your head?"

"My.. head? Oh! It's doing better, I must've collapsed.."

'Duh, Harry, why do you think your in the Infirmary? Merlin, that was stupid.. And now I'm speaking about myself as a third person.. Good job Harry.'

"It always happens.." he trailed off awkwardly. Harry never told anyone about them except for his two best friends, and Dumbledore and Sirius. He didn't feel like talking about his visions--his visions! He had to tell Dumbledore!

"Potter! What are you doing? Get back in the be--"

Harry effectively silenced him by slapping his hand onto his mouth, like in Hagrid's class. "I need to get to the Headmaster!" he whispered urgently. Indignant, Draco pulled Harry's hand off with ease, and rolled his eyes at him. Of course it was futile, since Harry obviously couldn't see him-- "And don't roll your eyes at me, Malfoy!" --Or not.

Just as Draco was helping Harry out the door, Madam Pomfrey chose this time to enter. "Oh no you don't! Mr. Malfoy, I am appalled! Running away with my patient-- he needs rest! You carried him in yourself, so make it worthwhile and bring him back this instant!"

Harry blushed at being caught, while Draco blushed when she mentioned him carrying Harry in. She had slightly chastised him on carrying him, when he could've levitated him there. All he could do is shrug in response, discreetly avoiding her scrutinizing stare. However, Draco wasn't about to consent very easily. He was still defiant. "Sorry, Madam Pomfrey, but this is important!"

Not giving her time to protest, he grabbed Harry's arm, and quickly ran towards the Headmaster's office. Running to keep up with Draco, Harry couldn't help but laugh. 'This is definitely one for the books.'

He could hear the nurse's yell from far off, but they were way ahead. Just running away, it really was fun. Just as Draco was rounding a corner, it all came to an abrupt stop.

Harry nearly crashed into Draco's back, but managed to stop himself in time. "Malfoy? Why'd you stop?"

"Because, Mr. Potter," Harry froze at his Potions Professor's voice, "I am currently blocking the way, and wondering why on earth you two are running around. Care to explain?"

'This day's just getting better and better..' Harry thought despairingly.

Harry could almost feel Snape grinning with triumph. "Er.." Harry was at a loss what to say. He wasn't about to repeat everything in front of both of them. "I need to speak to the Headmaster! It's very important, Professor!"

Severus gazed coldly at Harry, but blinked when he noticed Draco step in front of the blind boy defensively. The two Slytherins eyes met, and finally one backed down. "Very well, I shall take you there personally." At this, Harry couldn't help but feel amazed. 'What brought this on?' They made a silent trip to the familiar gargoyle, before heading towards the office via moving staircase. Their professor knocked twice before they were allowed entrance.

Severus let Draco lead Harry in first, before following the two boys and closing the door. Albus as sitting at his desk, reading over some parchment before looking up at them and bestowing a beaming smile. "Ah, visitors. How may I help you three?"

Gulping nervously, Harry cleared his throat. "Actually, Headmaster, I wanted to tell you something about my..er.. visions." Harry could almost feel Draco's and Snape's eyes staring at him. Dumbledore's smile slowly faded away, and he stood up himself to lead Harry to a chair. "Go on, Harry, what has happened?"

Mindful of the audience, Harry tried to keep the details to a minimum, but seeing as how he'd get confused with the story, he spoke each detail. "It started in a family's house. A muggle one. Voldemort was there, and he had just killed another family. I'm not sure where it was.." He paused uncertainly. Maybe if he paid more attention to the details, he'd know, and then be able to help the remaining survivors.

"It is alright, Harry. Some things cannot be helped, no matter what. Please, carry on."

"After he.. Killed the mother and her daughter, he apparated away to let the other deatheaters take care of the rest. He was just staring at the destruction, Headmaster, like it was some kind of sick entertainment.." Harry swallowed uncomfortably.

"But after that, a deatheater had apparated beside him. Voldemort called him Zabini, and he told him how long I'd be blind! Voldemort knows, and.." He paused, "He's going to plan a way to kill me." Harry heard a sharp intake of breath but knew not of where it came from.

Dumbledore's face became more haggard, and he sighed deeply. His fingers rubbed at his temples lightly before addressing Harry. "This.. I must have time to get things in order, Harry. I suggest that Severus here take you back to the Infirmary and Young Draco can go back to his room to relax--"

"No!"

Three pairs of eyes swiveled to Draco, making him flush. "I..er--.. I'd like to see Madam Pomfrey too."

Severus turned a curious eye to his student, "And why is that? Are you ill?"

"No.. I'd like to take some Pepper-Up Potion. Just a small pick-me-up so I can get ready for class tomorrow." Draco visibly stiffened, wondering about something neither of the other three knew. "I'd also like to stay with Po--" Sigh. "Harry."

Draco could've sworn his saw Snape's lip twitch into a smile, but it vanished before Draco could make sure. "It is admirable that you feel obligated to tend to Mr. Potter's care, but are you sure?"

At Draco's nod, their professor sighed and quickly led them out of the office. Watching the three leave, Albus quickly stood and walked towards his fireplace. Throwing some powder inside, he immediately called 'Yang Li!'. The flames lit up, and a body stepped through once Albus took a step back.

"Yang, it has been awhile." Albus smiled.

"Truly, my friend. What is it that you call me for?"

"Actually, I was wondering if you could bring your son, Jun, here, as it concerns both of you."

"I see. I will call him through at once."

Before the eye could blink, Yang called out something in Korean and like before, the flame lit up and a young boy stepped through. He bowed to his father and Albus respectively, before standing beside his father. "You called father?" At this, Albus took this cue to tell them everything needed to know.

"Jun.. How do you feel about teaching something a few months younger or so by you, about Tae Kwon Do?"

"You better stay in bed this time, Mr. Potter, or I may be forced to use restraints."

There was a strange tone in her voice that Harry didn't like, so he grumbled to himself a bit, and settled in his bed. Draco, who had accompanied him, hid his chuckles well. Harry looked like a little boy who didn't get what he wanted. Shaking his head a bit, he turned to the goblet sitting innocently on the desk that was set up inside the Infirmary. 'I can't believe I have to take Pepper-Up Potion for no good reason.. The things I do..'

Making a disgusted face, he downed the potion. Draco made one more disgusted face, before starting on his homework.

For the moment, there was silence, save for the scratching of the quill on parchments. Harry had taken to idly humming to himself. Focusing on the scratching if the quill, he imagined the Infirmary in his mind's eye. He'd been in the Hospital Wing so many times, that it was no hard feat. Picturing where Draco was, Harry thought of things he could do, sight or no sight.

He didn't have to wait long before he came up with an idea. He stretched out his hand, and felt for his wand. Thinking up a few spells, he carefully pointed his wand at where Draco was, "Fumare surgere et conformare manesium." By some type of luck, or sixth sense, the spell aimed true, and to his delight, the steam started forming whatever came to Harry's mind. He didn't know how he knew, but somehow, doing a spell when one was blind enabled him to see what magic he was constructing. He made the steam form a small dog rolling around above Draco's head. Grinning wider he imagined the dog lifting its leg and--

POP!

The spell easily distinguished itself, as Harry quickly put the wand back, and lay back against the pillows, before Draco noticed anything. The nurse appeared from her room at the pop, and eyed Harry suspiciously. Smiling innocently, Harry knew she was looking at him and gave a small wave. She looked at him sternly, but it was an affectionate one. She looked at the house elf that had appeared in the middle of the room, and asked it what it needed.

"Headmaster Dumbledore is wanting to see Harry Potter, miss. He also is saying that Draco Malfoy to come." With the message delivered, the small house elf disappeared with a resounding pop. Sighing, she let them, muttering about how her patients were so hard to keep in the Infirmary. Draco, during all this time was glad for the intrusion. He couldn't really focus on his homework, since he felt as if there was something atop his head. He never got to find out if there really was something, since the entrance of the house elf.

He stood up quickly, and easily helped Harry off the bed. Latching onto Harry's wrist, they made a slow trek towards the office. It was a quick one, since there was nothing to dodge, and Harry didn't have as much stumbles as usual.

'Perhaps I'm getting used to this already.' Harry thought proudly. Once they reached the door Draco knocked politely and the two stepped in. Draco noticed someone stepped into the fireplace but didn't catch who it was. There was, however, someone standing beside Albus, which Draco looked at warily. The Headmaster smiled at the two, and indicated two chairs for them to sit on. Once seated, he spoke:

"Meet Jun Li. The son of quite an old friend of mine." The boy in question smiled at Harry and Draco, although only Draco could see it. 'Seems friendly enough..' Draco thought vaguely.

"I've taken in the new information you've provided, Harry," Albus continued, "And I think it wise that you learn how to defend yourself, and perhaps fight back without your sight. Jun will teach you. I'm sure you'll get along fabulously. And, of course, Draco may accompany you."

Draco looked up at this, and nodded. Jun took his cue, and walked ahead towards the door, walking down the steps. Draco frowned, wondering if the new boy was actually going to leave them there. Shrugging to himself, he grabbed Harry's wrist, and led him downward. When they arrived on the bottom, Jun was waiting there for them. Without a word, he grabbed onto Harry's other hand. Giving Draco a slight twinge in the chest, but he otherwise ignored it.

"I haven't greeted you yet, Mr. Potter."

Smiling in Jun's direction, he laughed. "You can call me Harry."

"Then you can call me Jun, Harry."

During the brief exchange, Draco's hand tightened around Harry's wrist, a movement Draco found surprising. Speaking up more roughly then he intended, he addressed Jun mockingly. "Well, Jun, where are you taking us?" Sensing hostility from Draco, Jun looked puzzled but otherwise kept it to himself. "Actually, I'm going to take you outside the castle, just to see how Harry's adjusted. If you are tired, you may leave." At the last line, Draco sputtered for a moment but kept his composure.

Both Jun and Draco had similar attributes, their upbringing of their fathers were the same, albeit different in cultures so to speak. They were each taught to maintain composure, and both exuded it perfectly. Draco was mildly impressed, but wasn't about to say anything.

"I'm not tired, so you can just go on ahead." He bit back.

Jun may have been taught to be courteous, but he was close to acting to Draco as Draco was acting to him. Gazing at the Slytherin from the corner of his eye as they quickly walked to level grass which gave off enough room. Jun wondered at how easily it was to get along with Harry, but how hard it was to get the other boy to trust him. 'This one's different..'

Trying to make one last attempt to make amends, Jun asked for his name. "Malfoy, Draco Malfoy." Frowning at the short answer, he mentally shrugged.

"Well, we have reached a good place to start. Draco, I think it wise that you step back farther off. I will take over for now." Narrowing his eyes slightly, he let go of Harry's hand and took five large steps away.

Jun put both of his hands on Harry's shoulders, causing Harry to be startled a bit. "You must relax Harry, I will not hurt you. I just want to see how you are doing with your senses. Being a wizard, this new situation will make your senses more alert, and your magic more sensitive. You cannot learn any of the more difficult moves in such a short time, but you will learn enough, of that I can promise. What I want you to do now, is to dodge my hits."

"Wait! I can't do that! I'm not even sure I can.." 'Never mind the fact that you may very well break a bone or two..'

"I won't make contact, Harry. It will only feel like it's coming at you, and it is up to you to dodge. From that, we can carry on more smoothly, and your friend will not look at me as if I was Devil's incarnate."

Smiling, he relaxed more at the last line. "It'll just take awhile for him to warm up to you. Look at me. It took me five years, and blindness to get him to actually be nice. So I wouldn't feel to bad. He's okay when he tries to be."

"I should think so.. But, we're leaving the subject. Okay, just prepare yourself Harry. I'm not expecting any fancy movements, just for you to dodge. Besides," Harry could hear the grin in Jun's voice, "from far away, it'll look like we're real professionals."

Harry actually laughed loud, but prepared himself. Calming his breath, he listened. He heard the slight wind, but if he really focused, he could hear the slight sounds of Jun's feet moving on the grass--There!

Harry ducked quickly, and rolled to the side when he felt something coming at him from the side. He jumped up quickly, trying to gather his wits. Something in the back of his mind clicked, and he automatically ducked. This carried on for about 10 minutes before Jun said they were done. "You did pretty well Harry, albeit the few times I managed to get you. You seem to have experience with the dodging though."

"You won't believe it, but my cousin would always try to beat me up. I'm not one for brute strength really, but I was exceptionally good at dodging and running from them," Harry laughed, "I guess it paid off after all."

Smiling at the younger boy, he held onto Harry's wrist. Whispering in his ear, "I wonder how Draco's reaction will be." Harry flushed at the close contact, but couldn't help but wonder about Draco's reaction. 'Maybe he'll think I'm some professional Tae Kwon Do.. Person.. Thing.. Fighter.. Yeah--Anyway, maybe I can talk to him about Jun. Jun's pretty cool.'

Draco, who had been watching the entire time, was equally impressed. He may not know any Tae Kwon Do, but he knew when there was something off about the training. Harry seemed to have had experience, and not with the dodging, it was his fast reflexes. From Draco's view, he knew Jun didn't mention anything. The times when Jun manage to get Harry made Draco grin. His old self shining through at the chance to best Harry Potter, the Golden Boy of Hogwarts.

'He isn't that bad. I'm going to be nicer. Don't even know why I feel jealous.. Not that I've been feeling jealous, right? Merlin, I'm talking to myself, next I'll be hearing frickin' violins.'

Once Jun and Harry reached Draco, they all headed back. "Tomorrow, we'll do the same thing we did today, and we'll work on defense. I think it would be better that Draco attend. It would work best, I think, and we may become fast friends." Harry smiled at Jun's sudden enthusiasm, and Draco grudgingly admitted that he wanted to learn as well.

The new trio headed back into the castle.

Two glasses clinked to the floor, at the same time. The shards scattering across the old stones. Soon, one voice was heard, panting from the potion.

"Disgusting!" a distorted voice spat. "Hey, are you ready?" A familiar voice asked.

"Yeah, I've just got to change into these robes." Another familiar voice responded.

The sounds of robes being put on was heard, but a slight whimper attracted the two strangers' attention. "Shut up mudblood!" The second voice spoke, turning out to sound female.

"You better listen to my friend here," the first male voice spoke, "or we'll have to knock you out like your boyfriend over here. Just be grateful you aren't dead yet, as we still need to keep you alive for this potion. Our Lord will be pleased to hear of our progress."

A cold laugh came from the female voice, "I'm sure you best friend Potter will just love the new you."

Two laughs echoed in the abandoned bathroom, but there was one flaw that the two did not intend. Someone had heard. Someone they did not know of---

Moaning Myrtle.

A/N: END OF DAY 1!! WOOHOO!! Well.. It's actually chapter five here if you don't include my author's note, but who cares! WOOHOO!! Thank you all for waiting patiently! I had some jet lag, you would too, two days on the bus on our way home.. ::shudders:: don't ever try it!

Anyway, I'm not sure about any updates this week, as I'm competing in this City Spelling Bee on Wednesday, March 26. I'm representing the Galveston-Houston Diocese!! WOOHOO! Anyway, thanks to all the reviewers!

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