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I forgot to mention in the previous chapter that Malfoy was wearing bandages from the Hippogriff incident. We came in later that day and I forgot that they went to see Hagrid that night too. So you'll meet him later. Thanks!

--Who's in My Head?--

(Drisana's POV)

The next day Malfoy came into Potions late and Snape, the potions teacher, lost no time in making Harry and Ron 'help' him in any possible way. The look on Harry and Ron's face showed Drisana just how much they disliked Malfoy after all and that lesson was "No more then an example of how Snape treated them" Hermione told her.

While Harry was decapitating a spider so that its insides wouldn't come spilling out for Malfoy (under Snape's orders of coarse), Drisana saw they were talking. Well, rather Malfoy was talking to Harry. Harry was practically shaking with fury. She wondered what they were talking about, then all the sudden, she knew.

She couldn't hear them with her ears because they were all the way across the dungeons and Malfoy was whispering right next to Harry's head. She hadn't put a spell on herself and was pretty sure no one else had. She just...kinda knew what they were saying in her head.

Malfoy was talking about Sirius Black, the first man to break out of Azkaban prison, the worst place on earth to be. He was so dangerous that he was on the Muggle news so Drisana knew all about him.

"I thought the Great Potter would want revenge." Malfoy said, egging Harry on. "I know if it was me, I'd want some."

Harry didn't appear to care what Malfoy was saying, "What are you going on about Malfoy?"

"Don't you know Potter?" asked Malfoy, obviously in pure joy to know something about Harry and was in no rush to tell him. He was about to continue when the bell rang. They all filled a flask of their potion and put it on the desk at the front of the room. Harry, Ron, Hermione and Drisana walked out together, Harry and Ron raving about how unfair it was with Snape and Malfoy while Drisana and Hermione listened patiently.

"What was Malfoy talking about? Why would I want revenge on Black? He's out to get me. Malfoy is such dung." Said Harry, not realizing he had said anything in front of Drisana.

"Yea, and what gives Snape the right to treat us that way when McGonagall doesn't do that to them?" exclaimed Ron. "Am I right about this Hermione? Hermione?" They turned around, but she wasn't there.

"Where'd she go?" asked Harry. Suddenly she was hurrying up from the bottom of the staircase, clutching at her bag, which was so full, it looked as though it was going to rip at any moment.

"Where'd you go?" Said Drisana.

"Oh sorry. I just forgot something back there." She said in a low murmur and hurried upstairs to the Great Hall for lunch.

Drisana looked at Harry who looked at Ron whose eyes followed Hermione. They all shrugged and continued up the stairs.

So, that's what this is all about. That's why I'm here. Drisana thought, thinking back to what Harry just said about Black. I'm here to watch Harry. I wonder why Black is after him anyway? I mean, its not like killing Harry can't bring Him back...can it? Nah. He's dead. There'd be no point in trying to bring him to life again. Harry killed him 13 years ago. And with that, Drisana headed up to lunch, thinking over some of the possibilities of why Black's after Harry.

I suppose Black could simply be mad. She continued thinking. Azkaban does that. She shuddered. I wouldn't ever want to go there. Although it's not much better here with Dementors around the school. I suppose that's for Harry as well.

"Er... Drisana." Said Ron, interrupting her thoughts. "Your leaning on your potato salad."

(Harry's POV)

Drisana turned her eyes to Ron, then looked down. "Ah fudge!" she said, grabbing for some napkins. Once she got all the mayonnaise off her robe she gently shook her head so her hair fell behind her shoulders to reveal a pair of silver D's written in cryptic writing dangling from her ears. Harry momentarily wondered if those were as heavy as they looked.

She crumpled the used napkins up and put them to the side of her plate. She tucked the last piece of hair behind her ear and Harry's eyes wandered to the front of Drisana's robes. He noticed her first button was undone and her undershirt wasn't doing its job of covering her bra. After what seemed like a second to Harry but was really 2 minutes, he realized he was staring and he looked away and continued eating his lunch.

It's weird. He thought. But I swear, when Malfoy was talking to me, I could hear Drisana in the back of my head. He shook his head and returned to his potato. Ron checked his watch and decided they'd better get going if they weren't going to be late for their first Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson.

A/N: A pretty boring chapter I know. The only real weird thing here was that they can hear each others thoughts. That's going to be key in the story though so I had to include it. I'll make the next chapter more interesting. If you have any ideas of where you think this should head tell me (or really, write me).