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Chapter 2: Draco Malfoy and the Untold Powers of Aura

The four of them had been chatting non-stop since the train had left the station. Aura was extremely interested in hearing about Hogwarts, and the others wanted to learn as much as possible about her and where she came from. Unfortunately, Dumbledore had advised her not to tell much about her past as possible, unless absolutely necessary. Thus, she had to reply with an "I can't really say," for over half of the questions.

Half-way into the "q-n-a", as they were calling it for fun, the door of their compartment was opened, and in stepped a platinum blonde with a very sharply pointed nose. He seemed extremely stuck up to Aura, but she decided to be as nice as feasible until he otherwise was rude. Which, not surprisingly, wasn't very long.

"So, it's the 'Three Rat-a-teers' (A/N: yeah, lame, but, I couldn't think of anything, so my mom... yes my mom... suggested it... have a better idea? Please tell me, I'll change it!) again. Mr. Potty, the poor kid, and a mud-blood. Sorry, you," he said to Aura with a crude smile, "but you might find more favorable company in our less-smelly compartment."

"Unless you're there," she nodded in agreement. "Your mother must really be a miserable person, putting up with that stink all year... for what, 17 years now?"

"What did you just say to me?" the boy practically shrieked.

"Well, I'd tell you again, but I really hate to repeat myself, you know..." Aura smiled as politely as plausible to keep herself from laughing.

"We'll see about that," the boy hissed, storming away.

"Oh, I'm so scared..." Aura sighed, turning back to the others with a smile.

"By the way Hermione, your cat's name is?" she asked.

"Oh, it's Crookshanks. Yours is really pretty, too. Boy or girl?" she smiled as the two tumbled around on the floor playfully.

"Girl. Her name is Luna," she answered. "Crookshanks is a pretty looking cat... kind of squash-faced, but that's okay."

"Yes, I got him our third year. Quite a bit helpful, that one is."

"So, who was that boy?" Aura finally asked, seeming to have just remembered that he had been there.

"Draco Malfoy," Ron said with a grimace. "He's not well-liked by most respectable people."

"I can see why... He's the one Dumbledore asked me to keep an eye on this year. His father's associated with Voldemort, you know."

Ron and Hermione gave a visibly small jump and twitch, but Harry just looked at her with a slight nod. She stored away this small fact in the recesses of her mind and thought she might discuss this point further with him later on.

"But you know, if he is what I have to worry about this year, I'm okay," she giggled.

"But what if it's not just me?" she heard from the door. "What if it's Crabbe and Goyle as well?"

There he stood again, except this time, he had two large and very stupid boys behind him. They looked about as smart as a pair of rocks, but were as massive as boulders themselves.

"Still, not a problem," she shrugged, looking away. "I can still kick your lily-white --"

"Really? Well, I'll show you," he said, whipping out his wand. "Cruc-"

But before he could finish the spell, Aura, without the aid of a wand, stood up and spread her arms. Then she screamed as loud as her voice would carry, but still very silvery and angelic-like:

"THE POWERS OF NEPTUNE RISE-" a huge flood of water rose from nowhere behind her, blocking the others' view, like a wall, "TO RELEASE AND DISPEL!"

The wall of water came rushing down around her, never touching her but flowing around as though a bubble of air were protecting her. The water hit Draco and his cronies with full force, and they were swept away in the torrent, the water disappearing almost as soon as it was out from behind Aura.

She closed the door and sat back down.

The others stared in wonderment for a moment longer before anything was finally said. Harry ultimately broke the silence by asking her:

"Wha- well, uhm, how did you just do that?"

"Well, I'd love to explain to you right now… but, well, Professor Dumbledore's asked me to explain everything to everyone on the first day of class…"

"Oh, right, well, that was pretty amazing!" Ron replied.

"Hmm, well, we arrive at Hogwarts in about ten minutes, so let's all change into our robes," Hermione suggested.

They all pulled out their robes, the three Gryffindors with crimson shields and the golden emblem of their house, the Griffin. Aura pulled out a soft-white robe with a light blue mermaid on the right breast of it. They all put them on and sat back down.

Aura and Hermione pulled the two felines apart and put them in their respectable cages, while Ron fought to catch Pig. Finally he wrestled the owl into its cage, where it twittered loudly.

Aura hummed a small melody while they sat in relative quietness. The tune started out a little like a lullaby, and soon sounded similar to a haunting air of loneliness and distress. A few words were sung every now and then.

The others were enrapt. The song felt like a story to them, a story that reminded them of memories in their lives.

Harry thought of his first year at Hogwarts, how happy he'd been; then the memory of losing Sirius in his fifth year…

Hermione thought of the day of the troll, when, in their first year, she, Ron, and Harry had become best friends. Subsequently afterward, an immediate thought of her muggle grandparents being buried just that summer from a car wreck that had killed them both…

Ron thought of his first real broom, and his first save he'd made as keeper in Quidditch his first year. And after that the image of his dad lying almost dead in St. Mungo's that same year…

The thoughts of joy and sorrow continued to permeate their minds, until suddenly they realized that the song had ended and Aura was standing. The train had stopped and it was time for them to go, she told them.

They left the compartment slowly, each wondering what the seventh and last year would bring them in the days to come…

A/N: Okay, also short, but gimme a break… It took me LITERALLY three days to type that… so deal… I'll try to update soon, no promises though… Feedback please? Hints? Suggestions? That'd be really super nice of you!