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Harry Potter and the Last Black New Ally? New Foe?

Finally, September first arrived. The ministry sent a couple of cars. One for themselves, and another for their possessions. Harry had sent Spica to Dumbledore, with a note asking if she could stay with him during the school year, and Harry had received a note from Dumbledore, that he and Fawks would be more than glad to have some company, and that he, Harry, could come visit at anytime.

The car ride to Kings Crossing was just a quiet as the previous month. No one said anything until, they arrived.

"Okay, we have two minutes left, hurry you three, go now, I'll stay here." Mrs. Weasly ordered.

Ron, Harry, and Hermione rushed at the barrier between platforms nine and ten, and found themselves and instant later on Platform nine and three-quarters.

The engine blew its steam and started to roll away just as Harry, Ron and Hermione had climbed on.

"Well, Harry, Hermione and I must go do some stuff, you know, with being a Prefect and all, but we'll be back soon." Ron said, "See you in a little bit! Bye!" He and Hermione waved good bye, and headed off towards the front of the train.

Harry walked down the isle, looking for an empty compartment. As he passed by one he noticed it had only one passenger, a young girl, with shiny, long blonde hair, and gleaming light blue eyes. A color that Harry thought he had seen only once before, but could not remember where.

Harry stopped, and slid the door open a little farther.

"Er, hello, do you mind if I join you? Everywhere else is full." He asked the girl.

"No, not al all," She said smiling, "I'm glad for some company." Harry sat across the seat from her, he had never seen her before, but she looked familiar. She was probably around his age, so she couldn't be a first year. Maybe she was in Slytherin, he didn't know too many Slytherin girls, but if she was, Malfoy would probably be with her, being as pretty as she was, and, Harry guessed, she wouldn't have wanted company. Harry sat quietly for a moment thinking about what to say, and then said, "So, er, what's your name?"

"It's Sara, Sara Rae Twilight. It's longer, but I don't want to bore you." She laughed a little, "and you are Harry Potter."

"Yeah, did you see my scar?" Harry said as he flattened down his bangs to cover the lighting bolt shaped scar on his forehead.

"No, you look like your father." She clasped a hand over her mouth. "I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have said that!"

"How do you know I look like my father?" Harry asked.

"A picture. My father knew your father." Sara said quickly. She pulled out a picture, and showed it to Harry. In the picture were two young boys, one with short messy hair, Harry's father James, the other boy had elegant black hair that fell into his face. Both boys were smiling, and horse playing around. "My fathers taking the picture. He thought highly of Sirius and James, as did almost everyone at Hogwarts."

"Oh," Harry said as he stared at the picture.

"Do you want it? I mean, he's your dad, and Sirius was your G- your good friend." Sara said.

"How'd you know that I was friends with Sirius?" Harry asked.

"The Daily Prophet, they did a report on Sirius. His name has been cleared, too bad he's" Sara cut off. Quickly she changed the topic, and the two of them talked about Quidditch forever, until Ron and Hermione came in.

"Hello, Ron, hi Hermione." Harry said to them.

"Hello Harry- " Ron cut off as his eyes fell onto Sara, "Blimy! Who's she?" Sara smiled at Ron.

"That's Sara, Sara these are my friends Ron and Hermione." Harry introduced them.

"Hi," Sara smiled, "So you are both Prefects?"

"Yes, and I am very strict." Hermione said, "You might want to change into your school robes. You too Harry, we are almost to Hogwarts."

"Okay," Harry said, and he left to go change.

"What about you?" Hermione asked Sara.

"Oh, I think I'll be okay," Sara replied sweetly.

"I don't think those robes fit the dress code." Hermione said stiffly, "Please change, I don't want to give you a detention as soon as we get there."

"I'll be fine." Sara said, still sweetly. Hermione opened her mouth to reply, but Ron got there first.

"I've never seen you before! What house are you in?" He asked.

"You'll find out." Sara giggled. Harry re-entered the compartment. Harry, Ron and Sara conversed happily for the remainder of the trip. Hermione kept on excusing herself to the restroom, or the Prefects quarters, until the train had arrived at Hogwarts.

When the train had come to a complete halt, the four of them climbed out and stood waiting for the carriages to arrive.

Suddenly, a loud booming voice said, "Firs' years o'er 'er!", and Harry, Ron, and Hermione's large friend, Hagrid, stepped into view.

"'Lo Harry, Ron, Hermione." Hagrid nodded his head to greet them, and walked off towards the boats that would take the first years up to the castle, Sara didn't follow.

"I didn't think she was a first year." Ron whispered to Harry.

The carriages pulled into view, and came to a halt in front of the students. Just as Harry was going to climb into one, Malfoy stepped in front of him.

"Well, well, Potter, you want to get in this one? Well it's for me, Crabbe and Goyle!" Malfoy sneered.

"Aren't there supposed to be four to each?" Sara said gently.

Malfoy looked at her, "So what! I am a Prefect; I can do whatever I want!"

"You know, if a teacher finds out, you could lose your badge." Sara said firmly.

"Well they won't, because if you tell I'll hex you." Malfoy caught sight of Sara's robes, "That's one night's detention for you."

"Pardon me, for what might I ask?" Sara said calmly.

"You're out of dress code, change as soon as we get into the castle, or else it's another's night for you." Malfoy sneered.

"I'll be fine," Sara replied, "You may have this carriage, we shall take another." Sara walked off from an awestruck Malfoy, and Harry, Ron, and Hermione followed her. They climbed into another carriage, and started off towards the castle.

"Are you going to tell?" Ron asked everyone.

"We don't need to, he's already been caught." Sara smiled and the way her bright blue eyes sparkled lead Harry to believe that she knew something the rest of them did not.

"He was right though, to give you a detention, I wasn't going to because we weren't at school yet, but now that we are on Hogwarts grounds, you need to be in your uniform." Hermione said in an I-told-you-so tone of voice.

The carriages bounced along down the path, and stopped at the Main Entrance. The students climbed out, and walked through the doors. As soon as Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Sara had entered, Sara walked off saying she was going to go change into new robes.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione entered into the Great Hall, and took a seat at the Gryffindor table, and awaited the sorting ceremony. Suddenly the room grew quiet, and the Sorting Hat began to sing.

Years have past, I've grown old

As with my story told

All year long, I sit, I think

About the next year, new quills, new ink

All that was once new grows old

And older as it is told

Every year starts the same

With the calling out of names

Then I shall sort them all

While shouting to this Great Hall

Gryffindor, Slytherin, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw

Young eyes will stare in awe

Where you go is in your head

There you'll eat, sleep, and be fed

I will place you as I see fit

So take a seat, please sit, sit

And I will shout, as I said

A house for you to live

Hufflepuff, for those of you

Who are different from the rest

And you believe that there is no best

You all have fair heads

And gentle minds

And believe, in truth, being kind

Or Ravenclaw, who has the brains

To create new spells when it rains

Or think up and riddle for friends

On how to change the way

A light bulb bends

Will you go to one of these houses fair

Maybe Slytherin is where toy belong

Sly, cunning, and never wrong

You will do what you want

And will want all that's new

Alas, but Gryffindor has yet been said

True of heart, brave, and well read

You will lead your lives

Nobly, and with honor

Will you go to one of these houses fair

All four are best in their own way

Do not doubt the words I say

For I am old, as I have told

And have been here, since the first

I have sorted, and sorted so many

A first I thought it was quite a few

But I have sat on each and every one of you

And gone threw your head

To see where you belong

And as you have heard in my song

I will shout out your place

That is where you shall go

And from now until the end

Or your Hogwarts years

It shall be your home

So now you know

Where you might or might not go

So try me on, don't you fret

I think this is my best song yet

The Great Hall burst into applause, as the sorting hat finished its song.

Professor McGonagall stood up and called out the first name, "Adams, Samantha" A small girl run up to the hat, Professor McGonagall place the hat on Samantha's head, and the hat shouted out, "GRYFFINDOR!"

The Gryffindor table burst into applause as Samantha took a seat at their table. The sorting ended with "Zeronia, Kurt" becoming a Slytherin.

Before the feast started, Dumbledore stood up and said, "I would like to greet you all to another year at Hogwarts. I would also like you to meet your new Defense against the Dark Arts teacher, but apparently your new Professor wanted to prepare your classroom for its first lesson, so I afraid we will have to postpone your introductions. I bet you all are hungry, so" Dumbledore clapped his hands together twice and the large golden plates before them filled with all types of food, "Dig in!"

Ron whispered to Harry and Hermione, "Have you seen Sara anywhere?"

"No I bet she's changed her robes. She probably a Ravenclaw, you know how they are." Harry answered, looking around for any sign of blue amongst the black.

"Well I hope she got caught." Hermione huffed.

"I get it! You're jealous of Sara. She's pretty, and that make you jealous, doesn't it?" Ron blurted out.

"I am not! I just don't like her, that's all. No need to make a big fuss." Hermione finished her meal, ate dessert, and left for the Gryffindor tower. Rona and Harry followed shortly after.

Harry and Ron climbed the stairs and stood in front of the portrait of the Fat Lady.

"Password." She said.

"Cheese Crumpet." Ron said, "I am a Prefect, you know." He added to clear the look of surprise on Harry's face.

They passed through the Portrait hole, and entered the Common Room, then walked up the stairs that led to the boy's dormitory. They stopped at the door that read:

SIXTH YEARS

Inside Harry found the five, four poster beds that he had slept in for the past five years. He sat on his bed, and laid back. Suddenly he felt a sharp pain surge through his scar. He hadn't felt this kind of pain in a long time.

"Ouch!" He said.

Ron looked at him, "You okay?"

"Yeah, scratched myself." Harry lied. He sat there wishing he had someone to talk to about the pain, then it hit him, he could write someone, and that someone was the mystery person, it was Sirius of coarse!

Harry waited for everyone to fall asleep, and then he got out his quill and some parchment and wrote,

Star,

Er, thanks for letting me write to you. Well, my scar hurt, it hasn't hurt in a long time. Do you know why it might be hurting again? Please help me figure it out.

Harry

Harry folded the letter and put it under his pillow. Tomorrow he would get Hedwig to place it outside of the Forbidden Forest.

The next morning Harry went straight to the owlry and gave Hedwig the letter, and told her to place it on the edge of the Forbidden Forest near Hagrid's hut. Then he went back to the Gryffindor common room, to wait for Ron and Hermione to wake.

After only a few minutes, both Hermione and Ron were awake.

"Good morning you two!" Harry exclaimed as they both staggered down the stairs, "Ready to start a new year?"

"Eugh." Ron replied. Harry laughed at his best friends reply.

"Sure am, can't wait to start all of my N.E.W.T.s classes, you know they say these are the most fun years!" Hermione brightly announce.

Harry, Ron and Hermione headed down stairs for breakfast, and received their schedules.

Harry read his. He had N.E.W.T.s level classes for Potions, Defense against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, Charms, and Herbology. He was also placed in Care of Magical Creatures. Only six classes, but five of the six were going to be preparing him for his N.E.W.T.s, so he was glad his schedule wasn't as full as his previous years. As Harry looked over his schedule, he noticed that all of his classes were going to be with all four houses. Even Slytherins were going to be in all of his classes.

Ron leaned over the table and looked at Harry's schedule, "Mate, we've got the same classes! So does Hermione, mind you she is taking loads more of classes though! Ron grinned, "And did you see, we have Defense against the Dark Arts first thing this morning!"

Ron, Harry, and Hermione ate a rushed breakfast, and hurried to Defense against the Dark Arts. When they arrived Sara was sitting in a desk, still in her blue cloak.

"Hello," she said as they each took seats.

"Wow, still in your robes, eh?" Ron said impressed. Before Sara could answer, Malfoy stormed in, but stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Sara.

"Ha, I'm going to give you another detention for breaking the dress code!" Malfoy laughed.

"I was never introduced to you properly yesterday; may I ask your name?" Sara said politely.

"Draco Malfoy." Malfoy said, "And you are?" He said a very rude swear word underneath his breath.

"Okay, Mr. Malfoy, that's five points from Slytherin for cursing." Sara said.

"You can't do that." Malfoy sneered.

"Okay, another fifteen points from Slytherin."

"Shut up! You aren't allowed!"

"Thirty points from Slytherin. That's a total of fifty points, please sit down."

By this time, the room was full of students.

"Where's the teacher?" Hanna Abott asked.

"Right here." Sara said smiling.

"What?" The class shouted.

"But you can't be any older than us, how could you be a teacher?" Malfoy said in an uneasy voice.

"I graduated from the Ministry Military School this past year. You see, I am an orphan from the days of Voldemort, "the class shuddered," So I was given the chance to train in the Defense League. When I found out that there was an opening at Hogwarts for the Defense against the Dark Arts teacher, I applied. True, I am only sixteen, but in the eyes of the law, I am a qualified adult witch." Sara answered.

"Sara, I mean- er- Professor-" Ron asked, "Professor?"

"Call me Professor Sara, please." Sara said, "Please take out your copy of Defense Magic for the Advanced, and open to page one. Regular Barrier Spells."

"How do we open them? They are sealed shut." Malfoy snapped.

"Can anyone open their books?" Sara asked the class.

Hermione's hand shot into the air, and to everyone's surprise, so did Harry's. "Yes, Miss Granger?"

Hermione held her wand tip to the front of the book and said "Opentresnat!" The book magically opened, and Hermione turned to page one.

"Good! Fifteen points to Gryffindor!" Sara said, "Harry would you like to try?"

"Er, okay." He replied. Harry held his wand tip to the front cover of the book, and said "Opentresnat!" His book sprang open, and he too turned to page one."

"Excellent! Take another fifteen points!" Sara said, clapping her hands softly. "This spell is the Opentresnatanto Spell. It is used to open magically sealed items, or to break down a simple barrier. As Harry, and Miss Granger may see, the first lesson, on page one, is learning the Opentresnatanto Spell. Class, please take out your wands, place their tips to the front cover of the book, and say 'Opentresnat!' if your spell works, your book will open, and you can turn to page one." The class all took their wands out, and placed the tips to the front covers of their books. The room was then filled many voices saying "Opentresnat!" Some books flipped over, some did nothing, and a few even opened.

"Good job Mr. Weasly!" Sara said as Ron's book opened up, "Take another fifteen points. Can anyone else open their books?" No one else raised their hands. The room went silent except for one voice that was shouting "Openatrast!" everyone turned their heads to face a very angry looking Malfoy.

"Mr. Malfoy! I am sorry, but you are saying the spell wrong, it isn't 'Openatrast' it is Opentresnat!" Sara said in a stressed voice, "Harry, will you please help Mr. Malfoy. I will be glad to award you more house points. In fact, Mr. Weasly, Miss Granger, I would also like you both to help other students as well; I will of course award each of you house points for every student you help." Sara asked Harry, Ron, and Hermione.

"Sure thing Professor!" Harry replied gleefully, and walked over and sat across from Malfoy. Ron walked across the room to Hanna, and Hermione walked over to Pansy Parkinson.

"First, we are going to-" Harry started to tell Malfoy.

"I don't need your help Potter!" Malfoy shouted.

"Mr. Malfoy," Sara scolded, "He's just trying to help! I'm the one who asked him to help those whom are slow at getting this type of magic."

"I'm not slow at magic!" Malfoy yelled, "I am a pureblood!" Malfoy grabbed his things, and stormed out of the door. Pansy stood up, and rushed to the door, then turned to face Sara.

"You horrible woman! How dare you talk to Draco like that!" Pansy yelled through tears. She pulled out her wand and started to say "Ricto-"but was cut off by a flash of white light that caught her right in the chest, and knocked her back a few feet.

The class turned to face the direction of the light, and saw Sara looking straight at Pansy, her wand laying on her desk, over fifteen feet away.

"You may go and fetch Mr. Malfoy, but you should know that you should never try to attack a teacher, understand?" Sara said calmly.

"Y-y-yes ma'am," Pansy stuttered, and she ran from the room quickly after Malfoy.

"Dear me, it seems as though I must be careful with my, er, more delicate students." Sara shook her head and laughed. The class rang out in laughter, except for the few other Slytherins that were in the class; they were glaring at Sara, and cracking their knuckles.

Sara heard the sound of their knuckles, and said, "If anyone else wants to try to attack me, I am fully prepared for an attack." When no one stood up to face the challenge, she continued with her lesson.

"Good, now as I was saying, this spell that is keeping your book shut is an easy spell to cast once you've learned it. This spell comes in handy when opening something that has been sealed or blocked from Muggles. Eventually, when you have mastered all of these types of spells, you can modify certain spells to open a full-fledged barrier."

The class stood at Sara, and apparently she felt the tension and asked, "Is there a problem?"

Ron stood up and said, "How'd you do that?"

"I beg your pardon?" Sara asked politely.

"How did you attack Pansy without your wand?" He finished.

"I have, of coarse been trained much longer than you, and have no need for my wand when performing such simple magic." She replied.

"But that spell, it was the Cruisindio Curse, that's not simple!" Hermione said at once.

"We are here to learn Defense, not to learn how I can perform magic with out my wand." Sara said, slightly irritated.

"But…" Ron started to ask, but Sara raised her hand to silence him.

"It takes a great deal of power to perform magic without a wand, but there are a few wizards that can perform near to almost any curse without a wand, you all do, of coarse know which wizards I am speaking of, do you not?" She said in a low tone that made the class shiver. The lights had seemed to adjust to the mood, for the candles began to burn low, and less sun-light seemed to flood into the classroom from the windows. A sudden chill overtook the room, and Harry whispered, "Voldemort."

Several people gasped, but Sara nodded her head slightly, "Yes, the Dark Lord, Voldemort, was able to use magic without his wand, but just as he could, so can a few people here. Now I am not saying that only those people can do magic without wands, I am sure all of your professors are able to perform small amounts of magic without their wands; even you can perform magic without your wands at times. Especially when you become angry," Sara looked at Harry, "Sometimes you blow things up…" she added with a smile.

Harry turned slightly red, how did she know?

The rest of the lesson went well, and undisturbed. When Harry, Ron, and Hermione left, they felt as though they now knew something that they had been sheltered from.

Harry looked up at the ceiling as he walked down the stairs, heading for the dungeons and his first potions lesson of the year. He began to think about what Professor Sara had said. Voldemort can do magic without his wand, so if Harry had to duel him again, and Harry managed to disarm Voldemort, Voldemort could attack him still. Harry gulped as he recalled what Sara had also said. A few people at Hogwarts could perform magic without their wands; did she mean that Harry was one of those people? No he couldn't be he was one of those who got angry and used magic, nothing more, and nothing less. As Harry drew closer to the dungeons he began to drive what Professor Sara had said out of his mind, and start to fear what lay before him. Surely Malfoy had run to Professor Snape and told him about what Professor Sara had done. Harry was sure that Snape was going to make their first day back a living hell. Although, for the Slytherins, it would be like a dream come true.

As all of the students in Snape's potions class began to gather, Harry could hear whisper about Sara. Many of the Slytherin girls were bad mouthing her, but hardly any of the Slytherin guys seemed to mind. Apparently Sara's beauty made them forget the horrible comments she had mad towards Malfoy. Or was it that Malfoy was disliked among the boys of Slytherin house that was always a possibility.

"Can you believe how she treated Draco and Pansy?" Harry overheard a large Slytherin girl grunting to her friends.

"I know, she had no right to act that way. Draco's social status is higher than any teachers could ever be. He's one of the last true Purebloods of our age!" Another Slytherin girl replied.

"True, Draco's hot stuff when it comes to you girls, but that Professor Sara," a Slytherin boy let out a whistle, "She's better than any girl here at Hogwarts."

A boy with a pointy nose hit the other boy on the head, "Idiot, she is here at Hogwarts!"

"I know, I meant student wise. That girls not a girl, she's a women!" The boys laughed at this comment and the girls scoffed.

"I don't see what the big deal is about her anyway." Hermione said rather shyly.

"Aw, come off it Hermione, you must admit she's pretty." Ron looked at the expression on Hermione's face, "You didn't make a bad impression on her. You heard her, she likes honest students, you're an honest student, but you're also kind. I bet she finds that really rare among students."

"It's not that," Hermione said, "I just don't like the fact that she is so, so, er, I guess this will sound stupid, so powerful at such a young age. Even if she has gone through intense training, her body is still too young to be able to handle that much power! What is with her?"

"I dunno," Harry replied, "I think that she might be just a little different than the normal witch. I mean, have you ever read anything about an under age witch or wizard being given the permission to be classified as an of age wizard, and then being given a job to teach children their own age?"

"No, well, not really…" Hermione said bashfully, "It's just so strange!"

"Yeah," Ron said dazedly, "strange."

"Ron, snap out of it!" Hermione said as she waved her hands in front of Ron's face.

"Wow, she really is beautiful!" Ron said happily.

"Ron!" Hermione snapped, "Get a hold of yourself!"

Ron's glazed eyes suddenly blinked, "Eh, what were you saying?"

"Ron! Do you know what you just said?" Hermione asked.

"Er… not really, why?" Ron said sheepishly.

"You just said that Professor Sara was really beautiful!" Hermione laughed.

"Well," Ron said, scratching his chin and blushing, "She is, isn't she?"

"I think she's part Veela, you know, like Fleur!" Hermione guessed.

"No, I don't think so." Harry interjected, "For some reason, I get a more familiar feeling from her. If you know what I mean."

"Yeah, come to mention it, she does seem rather familiar." Ron added, "And not like Fleur, kind of like Professor Lu-"

"What were you saying Weasly?" a drawling voice said from behind the crowd. Everyone's heads snapped around, and saw Professor Snape, just a greasy as ever, glaring at Ron, Harry, and Hermione.

"Er, nothing Professor." Ron said quietly.

"Good, because I don't want to hear mention of Sara anywhere near my dungeons, is that understood?" He glared around the hall, "By everyone."

"Yes sir," The hall muttered.

"Fine, now get into the classroom, before I assign everyone detention!" Snape barked.

As Harry, Ron, and Hermione made their way into the classroom, Harry whispered, "Is it just me, or do you think that Snape is acting meaner than usual?"

"I think it's because he lost the job of DADA teacher to a sixteen year old girl." Hermione pointed out.

"Yeah, and besides, the Slytherins don't hate her like they have all of the others, not including Mrs. Porky last year." Ron added.

Hermione jabbed him in the ribs, "Ron, that's not nice."

"Yeah, but it's true." Harry laughed, "But not all Slytherins like her, I mean, it looks as though most of the girls want to kill her!"

"Whatever, I don't care, at least some of the Slytherins like her!" Ron whispered.

"Okay class, today we will be reviewing everything that we've learned in the past. I want each of you to make as many potions as you can. Now GO!" Snape shouted. He flung himself at his desk, and picked up what seemed to be a small, black bowling ball, "Sara." He said into it. Suddenly, Sara's sweet voice echoed out of the sphere.

"Yes Severus?"

"I wish to speak to you immediately, please come to my room." Snape said in what sounded like an almost shy voice.

"Sure thing, I'm off this period, don't you have a class though?" Sara asked.

Harry chanced a glance at Snape, it seemed as though he was blushing, but the dim light made it hard to tell, "Yes, but they are occupied."

"Okay then, I'll be down in a flash." Sara replied.

"Sara-"Snape started to say, but was cut off by a blinding light outside his door. The door creaked open, and Sara walked in, looking quite undisturbed by the light, "Sara, are you sure it was wise to-"He stopped and looked at the class starring at him, "Get back to work, all of you!" He shouted.

The classroom suddenly became rather interested in the potions they were brewing.

"You said you needed to talk to me?" Sara asked quietly, unaware that three slender, tan strings were inching nearer to her feet.

Across the room, Harry, Ron, and Hermione were listening intently, holding up the other ends of the strings to their ears.

"Right, this way." Snape lead her to his office, and the strings followed. Snape closed the door, and sat at his desk, "Sara, let me ask you something," Sara nodded, "Why have you decided to come here of all places?"

"I don't understand what you mean?" Sara replied, "I came here to teach, is there something wrong with that?"

"No there isn't, but that's not what I mean." Snape sighed, "What I am trying to say, is, are you sure it's okay to leave them out there. They are dangerous, they are able to kill, they are- "Snape suddenly stopped.

"They are not wild animals, they are my people, and my friends, so please, don't speak about them as if they weren't human."

"But they aren't really human; I mean you are, but not them!"

"They are as every bit human as I am, or my father is!" Sara's voice rose slightly.

"But your father, well you do know what he is…"

"Yes I do know! And that's no reason to say he's not human! I'm guessing next you'll say that my mother is a wild beast that deserved to be put down like a dog?"

"Sara, that's not what I meant!"

"Oh really, it's not? Then why do you have to say things like that?"

"I guess it because I don't like…"
"You don't like my father, is that why? Why do you hold such a vendetta against his comrades and him?"

"I wasn't going to say that."

"No, but you are thinking it."

"Sara, stop it!"

"No, I won't! I don't like it, but I have no control, it just happens when I get mad."

"Calm down."

"Damn it."

"What?"

"You don't think of me as human do you?"

"What? I do too!"

"Then why do you look at me with such fear in your eyes? I can't help the way I was born, or who my parents are, but let me assure you, I am human. Good day Snape." Sara opened the door and excused herself from the room.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione looked at one another with the same shocked expression.

To be continued. . .

Second chapter, completed. . . third in progress! Leave comments please! Thanks!