I still don't know how I managed to survive that year. Being in the same school as Harry and not being able to talk to him and sometimes not even see him was an excruciating torture I had to get used to. Meals were pure hell, watching him eat silently, studying each one of his moves, seeing him chat with Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger. I could barely pay attention to anything but him. In D.A.D.A. class I could see the Gryffindor tower from my seat... I wonder how I didn't flunk! Why can't I get rid of this absurd feeling? Why do I have to fancy the damned Boy-Who-Lived when? Suddenly a female voice interrupts my thoughts.

- Hey Susan! Over here!

Hannah Abbott, my best friend. I met her when I was 8 years-old. In the beginning we were kind of friends of circumstance because her parents and mine were also friends, but as the time passed by we became really close. I reckon she was the only thing that made me go through the previous year. She was climbing down a hill and heading towards me, but she was not alone. Ernie McMillan was coming right behind her and I couldn't help but furrow
my browns in disgust. Ernie is a massive arrogant git who thinks he's
better than anyone else.

- You shouldn't be walking alone in the grounds! – Hannah said to me with a tone of concern in her voice – God knows what the Heir of Slytherin might be up to!

McMillan nodded his head pompously in agreement. I was starting to get
slightly annoyed.

- I don't see where the problem is – I answered – I mean, I'm a...

- You don't see where the problem is?! Well, I'll tell you, you could've been
attacked! Look what happened to Justin!

I was cut off by McMillan's statement.

- That doesn't seem to bother you since you go everywhere on your own.

- Of course it doesn't bother me, I'm a pure blood! – he told me in a as-a-matter-of-fact tone.

Now I was really annoyed.

- In case you haven't noticed McMillan, I am a pure blood as well! I come from a family of 12 generations of wizards and witches and my blood is just as pure as yours! So will you kindly explain to me why would the Heir of Slytherin attack me?!- I asked angrily.

He blushed furiously at my words. Hannah was looking unsurely at both of us, trying to calm us down.

- Listen, there's no need to...

- Fine! – he said hoarsely – Have it your way! But don't tell me I didn't warn you if Potter attacks you!

That was enough to make me explode. Ernie had just touched my Achilles'
heel: Harry.

- HARRY'S NOT THE HEIR OF SLYTHERIN!!! – I yelled at him before I ran away.

No, Harry couldn't possibly be the heir of Salazar Slytherin. Harry was
good and kind, gentle and brave, gorgeous and truthful... Harry was like summer nights: warm and filled with stars. Harry's like fresh rain, like the soft wind that blows from the south, like the morning sun, like the winter storms, like the rainbow in the sky, like a sleepy blue ocean... Harry is everything and everything is Harry! Oh sweet Merlin I'm pathetic, I know I am but how can you see Harry and not love him?! How can you look into those beautiful emerald cores and not melt inside?! Even though all the evidence pointed at him, even though the whole school was against him, my heart kept telling me Harry was innocent. Mum used to say that our hearts always speak the true and I was sure mine wasn't lying...

A/N: Hello there! Here's the 3rd chapter... it was suppose be bigger but I had to cut it in 2 parts otherwise you'd probably get a little lost in the plot. This fic is a bit confusing, I apologize for that. Thank you C. Night for the kind review, I hope you like this new chapter since one of your wishes was fulfilled: dialogues!!!

A/N: Just want to add that the sentence that says "sleepy blue ocean" isn't mine. I got it from a John Denver's song called "Annie's song".