I looked around the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom. It hadn't changed much since I had started at Hogwarts. There were Dark detectors at odd points in the room, and a skeleton hung from the ceiling. In cages around the room there were the monsters that we would be studying, and at the front was a perch with a snowy-white owl on it. Her name was Hedwig.
I sat at a desk in the front, and took out my quill. Professor Potter was always telling us something interesting. I slid my books to the other side of the desk so that James would have a place to sit. The cages were empty, so that meant either that we were doing bookwork or Professor Potter had gotten something too big to put in a cage.
The rest of the class entered the classroom and James came and sat next to me. "I hope we're studying a monster," James said.
Professor Potter stuck his head in the classroom. "James, could I get your help?" James went out of the classroom to help Professor Potter and together they pulled in a snake. The eyes of the snake had been jabbed out. They pulled it to the front of the classroom and tied it to a hook on the wall. James took his seat. "Great. That, everyone, is a Basilisk, a snake has some magical properties. Does anyone know anything about this snake?" my hand shot up.
"For a Basilisk it is fatal to hear the cry of a rooster. Spiders flee before it, and if you look into its seeing eyes it will kill you." I said before Professor Potter could call on me.
"Good. Since you seem to know so much about the Basilisk, Angie, you can demonstrate how to defeat it." I got to my feet and approached Professor Potter.
"With or without a sword, sir?" I asked sarcastically. It was legend here about how Professor Potter had defeated a Basilisk with only a sword. The whole class laughed.
"Very funny, Angie. Now, on the count of three, cast your spells." I pulled out my wand and held it at the ready. "One, two, three!" Professor Potter released the snake. "Get her!" Professor Potter said, and the snake lunged for me.
"Diffindo!" I shouted, and one of the Basilisk's teeth shattered.
"Is that the best you can do? Come on now, you're supposed to be graduating this year!" Professor Potter egged me on. I could think of only one other thing that would defeat this thing, and that was illegal.
"Impedimenta!" I shouted, and the snake immediately began to act slow, sluggish. "Reducto!" I shouted, and Professor Potter jumped in.
"Protego!" Professor Potter said and blocked my curse. "Very good, now, if you will just excuse me," Professor Potter undid my curses and the Basilisk shot at me.
"Stop!" I yelled, and to my surprise, the snake stopped. I looked at Professor Potter. He had a shocked look on his face. He shook it off quickly, and grabbed the snake, tying it back to the wall. "You can return to your seat, Angie," He said. "Today, I will teach you a spell that will save you from a Basilisk. You flick your wand, and say Katrana, while thinking of what you want to happen to the Basilisk. If done properly, the spell should have the desired affect. And no, it won't work on humans. Pull out your wands and try it. Practice until you can get it. Your mind must be clear from the all thoughts except for what you want to happen to the Basilisk." I tried to clear my mind.
"You never said you were a Parseltongue," James said.
"I never knew. Snakes aren't welcome in my house." I went back to clearing my mind. I imagined a crack in the desk. "Katrana!" I said, and the desk cracked.
"Wow. Did you want that to happen?" I nodded. "Reparo!" James said, and the desk repaired itself. "So, your family is Anti-snake? Why?" I decided to lie rather than avoid the question.
"Snakes are the symbol of Voldemort. My family hates Voldemort." That was as far from the truth as I could go. My family was Voldemort.
"Same here. My dad is so anti-Voldemort it isn't funny." James closed his eyes. I closed mine, and cleared my head, save for the thought of putting a crack in the desk. "Katrana!" I muttered at the same time as James. I opened my eyes in time to see the desk hit the floor.
"Oops," I said, quickly repairing the desk.
"You crack the desk and I'll scorch it," James suggested. I quickly agreed.
At the end of class Professor Potter kept James. I decided to eavesdrop.
"Stay away from Angela, James. That girl is bad news." I had never heard Professor Potter's voice sound dangerous, but now it did.
"What harm can it be to just hang out with her? Besides, how can I stay away when we work together?" James was in serious trouble.
"You can work with her, just don't get close to her. Go, or you'll be late for class." I could hear Professor Potter walk off.
"Yes, father," I could hear James coming toward the door. I quickly backed away, and fell straight on my arse. James came out, a frown on his face. He saw me on the floor. "I guess you heard that?" He asked. I nodded.
"In all honesty, though, if I were you're father I wouldn't want you to hang around me, either." James gave me a puzzled look.
"Why?" He asked.
"Come on. Let's go to my room, where we can have some privacy." I grabbed his hand and dragged him to my room. I locked the door. "I have something to tell you, and this is hard. I like you a lot." I sat on the bed.
"Whatever it is, you can tell me," James said, and sat next to me.
"You have to swear not to tell," I told him.
"I swear. Now, what is it?" James asked, taking my hand.
"Would you believe me if I told you I was the daughter of Lord Voldemort?" James sat there with a stupefied look on his face.
"Would I believe you? Yes, I think I would." James dropped my hand.
"And what would happen because of it?" I asked him.
"I think we might have a problem," James said, and squeezed my hand.