Trouble Lurking..

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Maybe it was all the work the Professors had enforced on them that week, or maybe it was all the Quidditch anxiety that had build up inside the pit of his stomach. Harry didn't know what it was, but something had made these last three weeks fly by like a blur upon the eye.

If possible, Harry was beginning to feel his fifth year all over again. After every essay, parchment of questions, or more dutiful work that the sixth years were getting slammed with work. To top off Harry's mood, he had Quidditch to worry about in the upcoming two weeks.

Now that Fred, George, and Angelina were gone, that only left Harry as Seeker (which the spot had been offered to him again after Umbridge had been departed from the school. Harry almost cried out with joy when McGonagall had presented him with his broom again) Ron as Keeper, and Alicia, and Katie as Chasers.

Harry had been even more relieved that after an announcement that had been made two weeks previous, which had informed him that Katie Bell had been voted the new Gryffindor Quidditch Captain. It wasn't that Harry didn't want the spot, but he had a feeling on top of everything else he wouldn't be able to handle the responsibility.

Gryffindor try outs were to be held two weeks from now, and that would determine who would become the new Chaser, and the two new Beaters.

Harry had to admit, that maybe it wasn't all the work and Quidditch that was drowning him in exhaustion. Harry seemed to think that sleep lately was the only way for him to escape from everything. And even then he was scared of that also. Scared that the minute he closed his eyes, his parents death would re-play itself out before him once again.

Harry had been extremely busy that he barely had any time to spend with Ron and Hermione. Maybe especially Hermione, since now she was taking up the quest of studying for there post term tests. The tests that were to be taken at the end of the term to practice for there NEWTS in the upcoming year.

But even beyond all that, Harry knew maybe that wasn't even the blame for all the reasons he was beginning to feel battered everywhere he went. Oh no, not at all. Hayley was probably the main, if not the number one thing on Harry's list as to why he was so tired.

Harry had been keeping such a close eye on Hayley that he was really beginning to feel worried that she would miss interpret his protection as a sign of emotional feelings.

Everywhere Hayley went, Harry made sure either Hermione or Ron was with her if not him. To Ron's dismay. Harry was still on the fighting quest to prove to Ron that he harbored feelings for his sister. Every time Harry would bring it up, Ron would shrug it off muttering things like "just friends" or "why would I like her Harry, she doesn't even like me," over and over again.

Harry felt a little better when he had Hermione talk to him about it. When she had come back she said Ron had talk very little and after many, many lectures from Hermione on her part, Ron finally gave in blushing crimson and admitting that he does like her a little. A little was good for Harry.

Harry was tempted to tell Hermione that she needed to start a class called 'Girls intentions and how Boys can read them' and have her teach it.

Harry was beginning to get so used to Hayley in his presence, that he had to admit that he wasn't all likely surprised when Ron had showed him the Marauder's Map three weeks ago right when Ron and Hayley had both been induced by the stomach flu and sent to bed for a week. Causing Hayley to miss her first week of classes.

When Ron had come to Harry that night in the Common Room, and showed him the Map, Harry at the time didn't know what to say, or really know how to feel at the matter. That map had contained on it both Hermione and Hayley which were in the library at the time that evening; studying to make up for loss time on Hayley's absentness in classes. One dot had read 'Hermione Granger' and the other had read 'Hayley Potter.'

Harry knew the Map never lied about its contaminates. He had learned that when Peter Pettigrew had showed upon its presence after twelve years spent as a rat. So then why would it seem weird that after fifteen years, and under the name as Glenwood no less, that Hayley's real profile would appear upon the map as 'Potter.'

It was just more of the evidence to add to Harry that this really was his sister, and not some trap, or evil trick set upon him. When Harry and Ron had showed Hermione the map, she took it the way Harry wasn't expecting her to. ("How dense are you two, how far you going to go to prove this wrong Harry?")

Hermione obviously miss understood Harry when he had pointed this out to her. But he nearly shrugged it off as any other weird thing they had encountered.

Harry had been relieved to see Ron and Hayley both back up on there feet days later, and not lying in there bed puking there lives out. Harry had made Ron visit Madame Pomfrey days following, and he insisted that he take Hayley as well with him. Both came back looking better and healthier then they had in days.

One thing Harry was trying desperately not to show too much, was at how much Hayley had been in contact with her parents the last three weeks. Harry knew this was the spot that he wouldn't and couldn't be allowed into of her life. He couldn't let Hayley's parents know that one of Hayley's new best friends was her long lost brother. Yeah -- he could almost picture the look on Hayley's face when her parents came and dragged her out of here if they had ever found out who there daughter really hanged out with.

Harry, himself, had been keeping in close contact with Sirius and Remus as well. He usually addressed the letters to Remus, instead of 'Snuffles' so there wasn't any confusion to any of his dorm mates except Ron. Sirius was usually still lecturing him to stay out of Hayley's life. But other letters Sirius was plainly begging for information about her. Harry had a hard time writing to his Godfather about what she looked like. How could he put it into words. But Harry was spared the moment when he had found out Remus had already done it for him.

That night had probably been a rough one for Harry since Hayley's arrival. His scar kept twigging, and stinging him at times all through the night. He kept having weird and un-kept dreams also. The first one had been about Hermione announcing to him that she was pregnant, the second one had been about Ron telling him that Voldemort had killed Hayley and Hermione, and the third, which Harry will probably never forget, had been about Hayley and both Hermione and Ron and that they had been stolen from him, and murdered by Voldemort.

Harry could feel the already rising sun shinning on his face. Groaning at the loss of sleep, Harry rolled over onto his other side to block the defining light from straining him from the only sleep he had concurred during the night.

"Harry....." purred a soft voice besides him. Shaking him slightly from the sides.

He moaned, feeling himself coming out of his drowsing sleep state and sinking his head deeper into his pillow.

"Harry....wake up love...." purred the voice again. Harry then felt something warm and soft plant itself onto his left cheek. Moaning some more and feeling instinct taking over, he brought his hand up and swatted at whoever the intruder beside him was.

Once again he felt something incredibly soft and warm plant itself onto his cheek. He then felt something fall down in front of his face and tickle his nose slightly, the smell of strawberries filled his nostrils.

"Bugger off Ron," muttered Harry from within his pillow. He then heard someone start to giggle, and another person somewhere in the room huff with offense.

"I sure hope not that Ron doesn't wake you up like that."

"Bloody hell right!"

Harry slightly pulled himself away from his dreamy state. He opened his eyes and faintly caught the two burly figures none other then Hermione and Ron. Hermione was sitting on his side, while Ron was standing behind her.

Harry reached over and grabbed his glasses from off of his beside cabinet.

Once they were properly on, Ron and Hermione were in clear focus.

Hermione was smiling sheepishly, and Ron look flushed and blushing a crimson color at Harry's statement.

"Sorry Ron," said Harry rubbing at his tired eyes.

"Forget 'bout it, just never thought you'd assume it was me waking you up by kissing you!"

'So that was what had been so warm and soft.'

"Mmm Hermione you smell of strawberries," said Harry, leaning up slightly to give her a good morning kiss. She hardly seemed to mind his morning breath as she gave into the kiss.

Once Harry pulled away from her warm lips, he scanned the room incredulously, trying, but not seeking to get the left over essence of sleep out of his eyes.

Harry looked back over to Ron and Hermione and a floating feeling rolled over him like a part of him wasn't here right now.

"Er -- Ron where's Hayley?"

"I haven't seen her this morning -- have you Mione," asked Ron slowly walking over to the other side of Harry's bed and planting himself next to him.

"I woke up and she was already gone," said Hermione in a 'oh-stop-worrying- about-her' voice. Though Harry wasn't buying it.

"Neither of you have seen her then?"

"I just got up, and then Hermione comes bursting through here telling us we've slept in again."

"Well you have!"

"Wait slept in, what time is it?"

"Oh no Harry, slept in for Hermione is not getting up with dawn, trust me we still have a good half hour till classes start," said Ron, glaring the best he could at Hermione.

Harry didn't bother saying anything to them at that point.

He pulled the warm and soft silk covers off his form, and crept past Ron, who at the moment was going at another row with Hermione.

Harry grabbed his robes off of his beside chair.

He bent over and picked them up, and Harry not feeling in the greatest mood for a shower this morning, headed into the small bathroom near there dormitory.

After he placed his robes on correctly, and dealt with his tie; which he hated doing in the earlier hours of the morning.

After a few good rises and teeth brushed, he started heading back out towards his bed.

Ron and Hermione were still going at it, but he merely noticed.

He went back over towards his trunk, to set his left over pajamas in there. After he made sure the house-elves would find them, he noticed the Marauders Map, laying next to some crumpled up old parchments he had tossed in there a few nights back. Feeling foolishly at his tactics to take care of his things, he picked it up, and unfolded the old and solely piece of parchment.

Right as Harry was about to put it away he got another idea.

'What's the hurt of checking up on her.'

Once he made sure the parchment was thoroughly unraveled he grabbed his wand and pointed it at the middle of the parchment.

"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good."

Harry watched as the map unraveled itself into the form of Hogwarts.

He scanned the Map carefully through the corridors and classrooms looking for any sign of a 'Potter' over it.

That's when he spotted Hayley. She was sitting in the Great Hall, but the dot Harry saw sitting next to her --

"Oh well excuse me Ron for not being a dult and not caring about my school work!"

"School work! Hermione please you do more work now, you could be retired by the age of twenty-two."

"Oh right, because I don't play Quidditch, and waste my time over such silly things that my school work -- Harry what's wrong?"

Harry ran back towards his doers, and threw the parchment inside, not caring at the moment if it got even more raveled up.

"Harry where are you going?" asked Hermione as she spotted Harry walking towards the dormitory, and slamming the door behind him.

"Ron get the map!" said Hermione, gesturing Ron towards Harry's beside cabinet again.

Ron looked like he wanted nothing more to do then follow Harry, but curiosity taking over him, did as he was told.

Once he pulled the parchment out, and set it on the bed beside him, Hermione leaned over to catch a glimpse of it also.

"Oh my --" said Hermione, putting a hand over her mouth after she spotted clearly what Harry had.

"What I don't see anything," said Ron scanning the map furiously with his nose a inch away from the parchment.

"Here! Do you see it!" said Hermione pointing her index finger towards the two dots.

One labeled 'Hayley Potter,' the other none other then 'Draco Malfoy.'

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Hayley lay still as a bored, still deep within but softly drifting away from her slumber.

She had, had another dream last night that hadn't haunted or played with her mind since she arrived here three weeks previous.

This dream had probably been a new one to Hayley for quite some time now.

Hayley rolled over to her side, as she felt the moon cross over her pale features. She tried to close her eyes, inveigle trying to get the picture of the laughing red head out of her mind.

Usually Hayley's dreams consisted of just a man and a women. But this last one, has been with the same man and women, but two babies as well. The most frighten one she had, had in a while had been the one where both the man and women died, along with there baby.

This dream had probably been the happiest one she has seen in a while. There were no murders, no screaming dying people begging for there lives to be taken. Just the same red-head and black-haired man, and there two babies.

Hayley glanced back up at her side table clock and sighed with frustration.

5:27 AM

She glanced over at Hermione sound asleep towards her right. Sighing with contempt at how peaceful she looked, she glanced over to her left where Lavender laid.

Throwing the covers off her, Hayley got out and grabbed her bed-time robe, and bent over to grab her shower bag.

'Nothing like a warm shower to wake you up in the morning.'

Hayley made sure she had her towel, and her new robes for the day along with her shower bag before heading out of the dormitory.

She felt for some reason extremely light headed as she walked. Maybe it was aftermath of her scar last night. It had been twigging her and slightly keeping her up past the time she needed to be far into sleep poetical.

"Fortuna Fire," muttered Hayley to the girls' washroom portrait. The troll smiled sweetly down at her, before opening up to her.

Hayley stepped inside, shiver at how little heat the bathroom had consumed during the night.

She walked over towards the shower stalls, before setting her bag down and turning the water onto 'hot' before stepping inside.

She pulled out her brush, and she laid down her robes for the day. Making sure she hadn't forgotten her knickers she pulled those out and set them upon her clothes.

Grabbing her towel she set that beside herself before reaching up to un- button her night grown.

She pulled the fabric off of herself before setting it within her bag. Hayley turned and grabbed the towel that still laid beside her, and wrapped herself up in within its cotton material.

Heading back towards the shower Hayley threw the towel up above her, before stepping inside the cubic center.

She sighed with bliss and she felt the warm water run down her long raven hair that laid wet sprawled out over her shoulders.

After a long shower, which contained, four washing over her body, and two shampoo flavorings before finally stepping out.

Once Hayley stepped out, she could tell she may have been in the shower a little longer then she should have been. For one the whole entire bathroom was filled with fog, and for two the clock now read:

6:23 AM

Sighing, Hayley flipped her hair over her head, then proceeded to wrap its wet raven locks tight within the cotton wool of her towel.

After Hayley was fully dressed, teeth brushed, she started to pack all of her other remains of disregards into her bag. She then reached up to grab the towel off of her head, and let her still wet raven locks fall over her shoulders.

She grabbed her brush, and proceeded to work through its tricky spots where the hair hadn't been brushed properly. After setting it in a low pony tail, she then threw her towel back into her bag.

Hayley then began to make her way towards the door, clearly and evidently ready to give into her stomachs pleading grieves of hunger.

When she stepped out into the chilly hallway she shivered again at how little the school loved to consume its energy to keep its warmth in the stone corridors.

Hayley then began to walk back up towards the Gryffindor Common Room. She sighed after she felt the tiredness leak back into her eyes. She knew she couldn't keep doing this every morning. But then again who says she could help the dreams that love to taunt her during her slumber presence.

"Frisbee Wiznets," muttered Hayley to sleeping Fat Lady.

Without noticing Hayley's presence she still opened her frame to welcome her in.

Hayley walked in and sighed with relief when she noticed that there were no students up yet.

Feeling incredibly lazy and retaining more attention towards her stomachs pleas, she just threw her bag down next to her. Not even bothering to return it back up, towards her trunk.

She turned and started heading back out towards the portrait. She seemed in a daze as she walked. Hayley usually did this often when she was left alone to ponder her thoughts. She had been here already for three weeks. Three weeks seemingly flying by in a blur.

Hayley and Hermione were becoming the best of friends, if not they weren't already since the day Hermione had introduced herself towards Hayley. Hayley and Ron, well in Hayley's opinion were becoming more and more closer then usual. Since that incident at the lake, he had been nothing but sweet and gently towards her. And Harry. Well Hayley didn't know what to say there. At times he seemed he wanted nothing to do with her, but other times he seemed like he needed to guard her from place to place with as much security he could offer. Hayley still had the distant feeling that he was still hopped up on the Malfoy plaque three weeks ago.

It had been already three weeks here, and not once has Hayley spoken to Malfoy since the night of her arrival. Ever since then, she was merely becoming less interested in him, knowing Harry would never get off her case if she did talk to him.

Hayley slowly began to descend down the stairs of the castle. Holding the railings tightly in case her sleep slumber decided to show its presence as she walked. She reached up and pulled her hair out of its pony tail.

Hayley flipped her hand throw her hair; making sure it fell over her shoulders in the exact way she wanted it to. She was in a immense mood for coffee, rather then tea this morning. And already knowing the school habits, probably very little students would be in the Great Hall this earlier in the morning.

Hayley slowly walk into the Great Hall, and instantly began scanning it for anyone she might know.

'No one.'

Sighing with relief, she began to make her way over towards the new table that she was welcomed into three weeks previous.

Sitting down, she tired to stifle her short yawn that escaped her lips.

Hayley slightly moaned in agony as she felt her tired aching muscles above her shoulder to apply to the rest of her bodies aching pains. Her head hurt, her limbs, and now her back.

She glanced up towards the teachers table, and then proceeded to roll her eyes in the back of her head.

'Even the bloody teachers aren't up at this time!'

"I know how you feel," drawled a cold voice behind her.

Hayley instinct taking over, turned around immediately, but regretting it along the way as she felt her neck crack at her fast reflexes.

Draco smiled down at her as she began to rub her sore neck.

"Mind if I sit?"

Hayley looked up at him confused for a moment. She had long ago gotten over the 'puppy-dog' face she usual had on her face when his presence was around her. Hearing enough of him from Ron and Hermione had giving her second ideas towards him.

"Sure," shrugged Hayley, turning back around towards her coffee.

She felt Draco sit slowly next to her. A little to close in her opinion. Trying to divert him away from her, she reached over slightly and reached for the coffee cauldron to her right. After she grabbed it, that's when she sat back down, although a little farther then Draco would have like.

"Why are you up so earlier," he asked. Hayley despite her attempt to try and not talk to him, knew she was going to give in no matter what.

She turned towards him while pouring her coffee carefully into her mug, before setting the cauldron back down beside her.

"I couldn't sleep."

Draco nodded slowly at her statement.

Hayley watched as his eyes began to return back to his own table. Hayley followed his eyes over until they landed on the group Draco consider his 'friends.'

They were all giving Hayley looks of deep desire, and some of them giving Draco looks of smirks and smiles. Hayley turned her eyes away from them. Now knowing where this conversation was heading.

"Ignore them," said Draco turning back towards her.

Hayley didn't even bother shaking her head as she heard him speak. She just sipped her coffee quietly, feeling the warmth of the liquid fill her tired aching body.

"So where's the dream team?" asked Draco in a mocking voice.

"Pardon?" asked Hayley eyeing him with a look of confusion.

"Oh -- right, your friends with them, I mean Mud -- Granger, Weasley, and Potter."

Hayley tried to hold in her giggles. She could now see why Harry loved to glare every time Malfoy was even in the same room as himself.

"Still asleep," muttered Hayley again, picking up her mug and sipping it quietly to herself; while staring off into nothing.

"I can only image what they've told you about me," said Draco. His voice seemed to be in the sympathy tone, something Hayley was clearly not buying.

She still didn't bother answering him. She just shrugged her shoulders up in a defined way.

"Look Hayley, can we just start over?" said Draco. His voice becoming in a more sympathy tone.

Hayley turned to look at him, and feeling slightly rude at her tactics for ignoring him, nodded her head weakly.

He nodded his head back at her also. Hayley took one last sip of her coffee before setting it back down beside her. Draco then took that opportunity to stand up off of the bench.

Hayley didn't even bother to watch him walk back over towards his table. Feeling extremely foolish now, she stood up also and turned back around towards him.

"Draco!"

He turned almost instantly, as if he had been expecting her to call him back towards her. He then started to walk back over towards her.

Hayley faintly caught the snickers and laughter now coming from the Slytherin table.

"Look -- I'm a little tired lately and just -- sorry," muttered Hayley, lowering her head slightly away from his eyes.

"How about a hug, and then we'll call it even," said Draco with anticipation holding in his breath.

"Okay," said Hayley lifting her head back up towards him. She held her breath as she felt Draco pull her into his arms. It wasn't what she had expected it to be, his touch was cold, and his embrace was rigid and stiff. Draco was holding Hayley close to him, a little to close in Hayley's opinion.

That's when she felt Draco's cold hands start to move away from where they were laying on Hayley's shoulders.

Hayley then felt his hands slowly start to descend down her back. Hayley breathing started coming out in short gasps as she felt his hands now at her waist. She felt trapped, isolated in a box. She had never been hugged by a boy before; beside Ron. But he had been gentle, and his hands had been kept close to her shoulders. No were near to were Draco hands were now.

Right as she felt Draco's hands began to skim down the front of her buttocks, the door to the Great Hall flew open. Hitting the walls with a definite bang, and echoing threw the Hall.

"GET YOUR HANDS OFF HER!"

Hayley was so close to Draco she couldn't turn her head towards the source of the voice. Eyes didn't matter at this point; she already had that voice memorized in her brain.

Hayley then felt Harry grab Draco off her, and throw him to the ground. After Harry made sure that Draco was far away from Hayley, he turned his back away from him and proceeded to walk over to Hayley.

"Are you alright -- did he do anything --"

"HARRY!" screamed a voice behind her.

Hayley's head spun around to seek out the voice. Instantly her eyes settled on Hermione and Ron both running in, and evidently flushed in there faces at how they had to keep up with there raven friend.

Harry turned and even Hayley didn't see Draco stand up and walk back over towards him. The minute Harry's face was in clear view of Draco's he lifted his fist up and then moved to slam it into Harry's jaw.

Hermione and Ron both screamed out as Harry stumbled backwards right into Hayley.

"What the hell POTTER!" screamed Draco, walking closer towards them and hovering over Harry.

"Ron take Hayley back to the Common Room," said Harry touching his now bleeding lip, and glaring at Draco.

"What?"

"Take her now."

"But Harry --"

"TAKE HER NOW!"

Harry then struggled to get out of Hayley's tight embrace around him that she had ensured after Harry was slammed into her.

Harry then ran forward, almost charging at Malfoy, who at that moment hadn't been expecting that as they fell to the floor in a heap of tangled bodies.

Harry then sat up away from his face, slightly straddling his hips, as he reared his fists up for more motions towards Draco's face.

Ron then walk forward, taking this as the moment to grab Hayley and go. She barely even noticed his hands grab her arms and slowly start to retreat back towards the corridor.

"HARRY STOP!" she screamed suddenly finding her voice.

Harry barely acknowledged hearing Hayley's voice and kept pumping his hands into Draco's chest and face.

"HARRY!" she screamed again and finally breaking out of Ron's strong embrace, she ran forward.

She had been right behind Harry, and ready to pull him off. That was right before Ron had charged back up to her again, caught her by the arms, and proceeded to pull her away in a fast reality motion.

"HARRY STOP IT!" screamed Hayley, thrusting against Ron's tight embrace, only to succeed in Ron tighten it.

Hayley finally feeling that her only chance to save Draco of even keeping a beautiful face, was to take fast action.

She quickly thrusted out of Ron's embrace, and turned to quickly towards him Ron couldn't have stopped her if he had tried.

Hayley then raised her hand, and with one shot sounding echo through the Great Hall, she brought it down towards Ron's face, and slapped him with all her might.

Hayley didn't take measures to see the aftermath of her pain on Ron, just proceeded to run forward again towards Harry who by now, was on the bottom of the row with Draco and himself. Draco taking the action to pummel his fists into Harry now.

Right as Hayley's hands reached Draco's blond hair; something tight seized around her waist, and started dragging her back.

Hayley kicked and fought as much as her muscles could oblige to; but she soon came to realize she could no merely escape her trap, then a child could twenty Death Eaters.

"Hayley -- will -- you - stop!"

"Ron - let - me - GO!" Ron didn't seem to be willing to obey those orders from her. Merely he just kept trying to pull her back up towards the Common Room. Hermione seemed to be in kind of "shock state" to say the least. She, reasons to the unknown, was rarely talking while Ron continued to drag Hayley.

Finally Ron pulled Hayley into an empty classroom just off the second floor.

Once Ron released her, he took numerous steps away from her, knowing all to well that Hayley might as well just start slapping again.

"What was that?" asked Hayley as she tried to calm herself in the corner of the room.

"What was what?" asked Hermione finally finding her voice and stepping forward.

"You know - Harry and Draco!"

"Hayley we told you before, they have and probably forever will hate each other, I don't know how it started but it just did," said Hermione. Her voice was in a calm manner, and astoundingly it was calming Hayley along with it.

"Hermione...." asked Hayley in a pausing tone. She didn't know how to voice her next question, but she had a feeling if she didn't do it, she would regret it later.

"What?"

"Why is Harry always like that?"

"Like what?"

"There has to be something more then just evil rivalry to set Harry off like that whenever Draco is near me."

Hayley watched while Hermione changed nervous glances with Ron, who was still keeping arms distance away from Hayley.

"I don't know what to tell you Hayley -"

"No you know don't you, why is Harry always like that?"

"We really don't know," said Ron lowering his eyes towards the ground.

"He's just been acting weirder and weirder ever since that night," said Hayley in an audible whisper, though Hermione seemed to have caught it perfectly well as her head shot up.

"What night?"

That's when Hayley literally just wanted to curse herself. It was just then that she realized Harry and her had decided not to tell anyone about the night they snuck out. The electric shock that happened when they had shook hands was mainly Hayley's reasoning why not to.

"Nothing never mind -"

"Hayley what night!"

"Never mind its not a big deal -"

"It obviously is if it has something to do with Harry's behavior."

Hayley, only knowing Hermione as much as she did, wouldn't let this go.

She took in a big breath, as she turned to face them. She didn't even notice Ron walk back over towards her and Hermione.

So Hayley started to talk. She told them about the weird dream she had had, while reliantly trying to recall all the presence of the dream that her mind had remembered, and evening the parts she didn't want to. Then after that meeting Harry in the Common Room.

Once she was finished talking, Hermione and Ron were pretty much in shock. Hayley didn't know if it was because they were mad at Harry for not mentioning this to them, or because of everything that had happened.

"So let me get this straight, you just shook hands and then you felt something shoot through you, and your arm hurt after that right?" asked Hermione.

"Pretty much, I don't know how to explain it, we just shook hands and then we both felt it and -"

"But what about this dream?" asked Ron.

"I already told you," said Hayley. Even if she had only explained it once, it still scared her to run over the events all over again.

"You said there were two babies right and one got out of the house and the other died?" asked Ron.

"Yes -"

"And there was two people, and they died also?"

"I only saw the women get murdered, the man was already dead I guess I don't really remember, just the man and women they looked...." Hayley trailed off from the last sentence, drifting into her own thought.

"What - what did they look like?"

Hayley looked back up at Hermione. For some reason she couldn't say it, it would probably sound like the biggest rubbish Hermione had ever heard.

"Nothing that doesn't matter."

For once she was glad when Hermione didn't start pestering her again.

"You're sure the other baby died Hayley?" asked Ron in a long tentative voice.

"I just remember a lot of green light and I woke up."

Ron seemed like something was lingering on his tongue for a moment, before he turned and leaned down into Hermione's ear. Hayley didn't catch what he was saying but she distantly heard the word 'Harry' along with it.

"Yes Ron I know all that," said Hermione pulling away from him.

"What - know all what?"

"Nothing it's not important."

"Yes it is - what is it."

"No it isn't, just something its no big deal I promise you."

"Hermione you know who that baby was now tell me who is it!"

"Hayley -- I can't."

"Yes you can I promise - I-I won't say anything to anybody just tell me -"

"It has nothing to do with that Hayley I just can't -"

Hayley never got to hear the end of Hermione's sentence. For all she knew she couldn't even see Hermione. The room has suddenly gone immensely burly, and Hayley could barely hold herself up straight.

The pain had come so fast, she couldn't even register what it was. That's when she felt it. The pain her forehead was raiding off. Like someone had just taken fire and laid it upon her skin.

She could barely hear Hermione and Ron's pleas and cries for her to respond to them. Hayley couldn't talk, she couldn't stand anymore. She felt her knees come crashing to the ground under all the pain in her forehead.

She could distantly hear Hermione rambling at her, but none of it was making sense.

"HAYLEY! HAYLEY WHATS HAPPENING!"

Even if Hayley couldn't see around her, she could still feel, along with the pain torturing her mind. She could feel hot fresh tears running down her cheeks.

"RON IT'S HER SCAR, LOOK - IT'S BURNING RED!"

Hayley couldn't feel anything around her. She felt like everything was sinking in towards her, like she was trapped. Her scar pounding into her head, attempting to sink beneath the skin that lay there.

"HAYLEY CAN YOU HEAR ME!"

Hayley could hear her, but she couldn't respond.

"RON GO FIND HARRY NOW!" was the last thing Hayley heard before blackness engulfed her, as she hit the floor with a silent thud.

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(Fifteen Minutes previous)

Harry felt his knees starting to give way as he felt yet another fist slam across his blooded cheek.

He wouldn't fall. He wouldn't surrender to the fight he started. He raised his head back up, trying to blink the blood out of his eyes, as he stared back at the beaten and bloody face of Draco Malfoy.

Harry raised his head and wiped off the blooded essence lingering off his bottom lip. He could barely see Draco through his shattered glasses but he could still make out where he was.

"If its pain you want Potter its pain you'll get."

Harry didn't have to register what he had meant. He saw Draco start to proceed back towards him. The Slytherins standing behind him now, who had somehow joined in as a circle around the two boys earlier on during the fight. Draco had to yell at them to keep back and not for any reason to jump in and help him.

Harry had the feeling that Draco didn't want to give off the impression during the fight, that he was wussing out and was resulting to ordering his hound dogs on Harry.

Once Draco was even three feet from within him, Harry proceeding to hit him again. Sending them both to the ground in blooded heaps.

Harry didn't waste any time savoring the fact that Draco was beneath him, and he was taking in as much as he could to punch him in every body point his brain would send his hands to.

Draco was obviously used to Muggle-Fighting tactics, and was very quick with his hands as they came up and cupped them tight around Harry's neck.

Harry could feel the pressure of his hands squeezing into his flesh, and he could feel his breathing being block from reaching the hem of his mouth.

Harry knowing Draco was about to win this part if he didn't act quickly, starting lifting somewhat of his body off Draco's. Not so much that Draco could take advantage of this move, and kick him off, but far enough off to keep a still hold on him. Harry lifted back his left knee just a few feet into the air and proceeded to bring it back down and slam it right between Draco's legs, or more seemingly onto his groin.

That suddenly seemed to get Draco to do two things at once: one let go of Harry, and two, start coughing rapidly and have to turn onto his side to cough up the blood from within his mouth.

Harry took this opportunity to stand up fast, and start taking a hold of this fight.

He started kicking Draco everywhere, and was pleased to hear the sudden cracks that were emerging from his body.

Harry knew that any of the Slytherins present wouldn't be thick enough to take a hold of him and fight him.

Draco had mad it quite clear to them after the third punch, that this was his fight and for them to stay back or they would regret it. Not to mention the fact that it would seem very un-Slytherinish to have another mate help out another during a fight, which he claimed as his.

Right as Harry was about to slam his foot back into the same spot he heard the cracks coming from, he heard the doors to the Great Hall slam open and in came running Professor Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Snape.

"MR. POTTER - MR. MALFOY STOP!"

Harry didn't even notice when Draco had reached around and grabbed his legs. Causing him to fall straight to the floor and letting Draco have another clear shot of his face.

It took both Snape, and McGonagall to pull Draco off of Harry, but they finally succeeded. Though once Draco was standing it was quite obvious to the viewer eyes' that the kicking Harry had submitted him to earlier, was taking its toll on him.

"You two," - said Professor McGonagall pointing between Harry and Draco. "Head Master's office - RIGHT NOW!"

Since it was only the Slytherins present at the moment Snape had ordered them all back to there breakfasts.

As Harry walked he could practically hear Professor Snape carrying Draco out of the hall. He couldn't suppress the smirk playing his face as he kept hearing the whimpering after each step, and Harry being none the wiser, knew that he wasn't faking it.

It took Harry seemingly a quick amount of time to reach the Head Master office. But as he turned to face Snape and Draco, he really had to fight control of his face muscle from contracting into a smirk.

Harry was in such a bliss mode, despite the feeling in his nose and chin, and the blood still pouring from both body parts, he didn't even hear Dumbledore muttered the password.

Harry proceeded up the stairs second, behind Professor McGonagall.

As Harry watched her hold the door open for him, he could almost feel her anger running off her towards him, and suddenly the blissful feeling of almost making Draco Malfoy cry, was fading away quite fast, uniquely as fast as the blood running off his face, and hitting the floor in soft 'thumps'.

"Sit," order Professor McGonagall to Harry.

He was somewhat glad that Snape couldn't give him the same manner tone as Professor McGonagall was, but once again he had to fight the smirk that lay beneath his cheeks after he realized that Malfoy would must defiantly have to.

Harry watch as Snape gently set Draco into the chair next to him, and Professor Dumbledore make his way around to his desk.

"Never, in all my years as Head Master have I ever seen a fight corrupt like the show you two just put on."

Harry was only half listening, putting enough facial expression on his face to make it look like he was, but pretty much to him it was Dumbledore just rambling again.

"What in Merlin possessed you two to make such a scene!" hissed Professor McGonagall behind the desk.

"Potter just came up and hit me Professor," murmured Draco, trying his best to sit up slowly in his chair.

"WHAT, I only hit you because you were groping my - I mean Hayley!"

"Groping?" asked Professor McGonagall from behind the desk. Her eyebrows were arched and her eyes looked to be confused.

"WHAT, I WOULD DO NO SUCH THING, I WAS ONLY HUGGING HER!"

"SLIENCE!"

Both Harry and Draco turned towards the voice.

"Thank you Severus," said Dumbledore in a calming manner. Taking in a deep breath before continuing with:

"Now Severus would you be so kind to take your student outside, while Professor McGonagall and I talk with Mr. Potter here."

Snape walked forward and tried to help Draco out of his sit, but stopped suddenly after he heard the whimpering Draco was enforcing.

"Broking ribs Albus," said Snape looking back up at Dumbledore.

"Then proceed to take him to the Hospital wing, I shall be there in a few short minutes."

Snape nodded and bent back over to retrieve the task of picking Draco up out of his chair.

Once Harry heard the door close softly behind him, he knew he was in for it.

"Well Potter," started Professor McGonagall. "Explain."

Suddenly it dawned on Harry that he didn't know what to say. Sure he was happy he caused the pain Draco was now limping with, but in all actually reality he had started the fight.

"Harry," came Professor Dumbledore voice.

He looked up as emerald orbs met tired blue.

"Did you hit Mr. Malfoy because he hugged your sister?"

Harry nodded slowly, not really sure what other kind of emotion he should show.

He then heard Dumbledore take in a considering amount of breath, and Harry watched him as he brought his hand up and began to massage his tired eyes.

"It's not even ten and I've already have to deal with this," he chuckled from behind his desk.

Harry let a small smile cross his face. As his lips met he could feel the now dry blood lingering off of the scrapped up skin.

"Harry, I must admit, I am very proud of you these previous weeks."

If Harry didn't feel surprised by that, his expression sure showed it as he looked back up at the Head Master.

"Sir..."

"You've coped with this over three weeks now, and I am most proud to admit that Ms. Glenwood is much happier then from what her mother had told me while she lived at home."

"I don't understand -"

"But," interrupted Dumbledore. "Mr. Malfoy hugs her and you pretty much loose control am I correct?"

Harry solemnly nodded his head once again. Knowing his voice probably wouldn't make much of a difference to what was coming.

"Potter you can't just walk around the school hitting your classmates because of silly reasons," said McGonagall.

"But it wasn't a silly reason Professor -"

"I don't want to hear excuses, your punishment will have to be a month worth of detention -"

"But Professor -"

"No buts Potter, do you not remember the last time you and Mr. Malfoy got into it. You ended up with a life time bang away from Quidditch, and as I most sadly don't want to admit it, if this continues I will have to put up the same barriers."

Harry didn't say anything after that. A month worth of detention sounded beautiful compared to a life time bang of Quidditch.

"You may leave Harry, but please try to take in consideration that if you keep up acts like that, Hayley will probably find out -"

"Professor?" interrupted Harry, raising his head a bit to stare at the tired Professor.

"Yes Harry?"

"Why can't she found out?"

"Because Harry, if Voldemort happened to find out, then it will put you in more danger then before -"

"I don't care about danger anymore, I don't care if Voldemort right now showed up here demanding to take me, and I don't anymore!"

"Please keep your voice down Harry."

Harry slowly stood from his chair.

"May I go?"

"Of coarse, but please take in mind what Professor McGonagall said. Oh and I don't want you going to classes today, I want you to stay in bed. I could ask Madam Pomfrey to mend those wounds but I think you'd be missing your lesson in this incident."

Harry only nodded his head, then turning his back on them he proceeded to walk towards the door.

"Wait Harry," said Dumbledore behind him. "I will have to inform Mr. Black of this incident being as he is your godfather, and you will have to meet with Professor McGonagall for your punishments....."

Once the door was closed, Harry let out a huge sigh he didn't realize he had been holding.

Raising his hands, he tried to clear off the rest of the blood still plastered to his face. He shuddered as his fingers fingered his nose where Draco had hit him.

Harry turned and began making his way back down the steps. He wasn't at all in the mood to go back to the Common Room. Knowing all to well, that after Harry was done getting the third degree from Hermione, he would have to put up with Hayley.

'She'll never know, no one will ever tell her. She'll grow up still being none the wiser -'

Harry fell doubled over as he felt something hit his head. He couldn't see anything. The corridor had suddenly gone all burly. Harry reached his hands up to rub his forehead where he felt the pain emerging from, and that's when he realized it was his scar.

It was hurting so back Harry could have sworn he heard it sizzling.

He couldn't stand anymore, and that's when he felt the pain in his knees as they came slamming into the stone corridor.

He couldn't breath, he couldn't see, his eyes were shutting down, he felt trapped.

He tried to stand, but he couldn't even see where he was leading himself. He tried crawling around feeling for anything to help support him, but he couldn't find anything. He tried to open his eyes but the pain was preventing him.

"HARRY!" said voice behind him.

Harry couldn't make out the voice, but he could most defiantly make out the faint mess of red hair.

"HARRY - HARRY CAN YOU HEAR ME?"

Harry tried to respond but his vocal cords wouldn't let him.

"God your scar is bright red also," he heard Ron muttered.

"Harry try to stand up c'mon," said Ron putting one hand between his arms.

Harry couldn't feel his legs. He didn't know what was happening, all he remembered was looking at Ron before he completely black out.

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"Do you think they'll wake up tonight?"

"I should hope so Madam Pomfrey said Harry will but she didn't know about Hayley, where did you find Harry again?"

"Three classrooms down from Professor Dumbledore's office."

"God look at his face, Malfoy got him good."

"Malfoy's got two cracked ribs Hermione, and Harry just got a few cuts."

"Yes, but don't you find it weird that they both felt there scars at the same time."

Harry could hear voices around him. He involuntary brought his hands up towards his forehead.

The pain had been so bad; he could still feel it lingering inside his forehead, bringing on with it, a strong headache.

"Harry - Harry can you hear me?"

Harry knew that voice he could identify it anywhere, even in a crowd of fifty pupils if he had to.

"What happened," he whispered. Even his voice was hard and rough.

"Ron found you and you just passed out."

Harry opened his eyes slowly, the light from the room told him immediately he was in his dormitory and lying in his bed.

Everything was still blurry, and that's when it dawned on Harry that he didn't have his glasses on.

Harry saw the burly form of Hermione lean over and grab them off his bedside cabinet and hand them to him.

He slipped them on, trying to sit up as he did so.

"I fixed them for you," said Hermione gesturing towards his glasses.

As Harry looked around he could see his glasses were much cleaner and not one bit scratched from where Draco's hands had hit him.

"Harry why did you fight him?" asked Hermione her eyes examining over his beaten face.

"C'mon it can't be that bad can it?" he whispered. Trying to clear out the roughness still trapped beneath his throat.

"Well you have a swollen lip, and a black eye."

"Well I'm not in the hospital wing like Malfoy so I don't care."

Harry brought his hands up to massage his eyes. He could clearly see what Hermione had meant by a black eye. His eye stung when his fingers even touched it.

When he brought his hands back down he saw that Hermione was staring at him with a sympathy look, but when Harry look at Ron, his eyes were staring towards the bed next to Harry.

"Ron?" asked Harry in a tentative voice.

Ron didn't even so much take in consideration to the fact that Harry had spoken to him. Harry getting curious followed his gaze over towards the window and that's when he gasped out. His eyes running over the form of his sister lying on Ron's bed. The sun giving her body an eerier glow.

"What happened?"

Hayley didn't look anything like Harry did. But as he looked on her forehead where her scar lay, he could see that it wasn't the color of her skin. It was a pink-reddish color.

"Remember when your scar hurt before you passed out?" asked Ron taking his eyes off Hayley and turning them back to Harry.

He nodded slowly still not taking his eyes off Hayley's sleeping form.

"Well Hayley's hurt her to, and she passed out along with you."

"Is she okay?"

"She's fine Harry, she just sleeping, all though you've both been sleeping for four hours now," said Hermione.

"Did you guys go to classes?"

"Its lunch time right now Harry, and no we didn't go, but I'll tell you Hayley really scared me, she couldn't breath, her scar was like this blood color red," said Hermione, Harry could almost see the panic in her face.

"Does anybody know about this?" asked Harry turning back towards Hayley.

"Professor Dumbledore and Madame Pomfrey."

"Dumbledore, but -"

"Harry we had to tell him, Ron said your scar was just as red as Hayley's was, and neither of you could barely breath," said Hermione.

"What did Pomfrey do?"

"Just checked you two out really, she said you were both fine but were going to sleep a lot, and that your scars are going to be that color for a couple of hours," said Ron.

"What did Dumbledore say about it?"

"That we had to make sure you two were in the same room together for some reason, though he wouldn't tell us why," said Hermione.

"I've never felt it hurt that bad before," said Harry mainly to himself then to the three other occupants in the room.

"Harry he also didn't know why it hurt both of you at the same time, but he said he had a pretty good idea, and oh before I forget someone sent you this," said Hermione reaching into her robes and pulling out a letter.

She handed it to him, and that's when Harry noticed it hadn't been opened yet.

He took the letter from her and ripped the envelope open. He wasn't dumb; there could be only one person who would send him a letter at two in the afternoon.

He took the parchment out, and scanned the letter. He was surprised to see only seven letters written on it. Turning it over he scanned the back only to find it was blank. Harry turned the parchment over and read the seven words.

'Meet me in our spot at one.'

"It's Sirius -- he wants us to meet him at one in the Common Room," said Harry setting the letter on his bedside cabinet.

"Then we'll have to wait till one then," said Ron, glancing back over towards Hayley who still laid sound asleep on his bed.

Harry looked back over towards her also.

After Ron and Hermione had left, saying they were going to go grab some tea for them in the kitchen and bring him back a cup. During the time in which, Harry had gazed over his sister. He hadn't really taken in the time to actually acknowledge how much they really looked like each other.

They had there dads hair, there mums eyes, and both skinny forms. Only Harry was guessing Hayley didn't get hers from being starved as a child.

Hayley had slept all through the night, and Harry still watch over her through most of the night. Ron had taken the couch in the Common Room to let her sleep. And there dorm-mates didn't seem to mind the fact that there was an unconscious girl sleeping in there dormitory.

Hayley didn't even wake up till lunch the next day.

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Once again I'm sorry for my lateness on this chapter! Won't happen again, and if so, I will warn you ahead of time!

Also I am currently in the project of looking for a beta reader, anyone interested?

Thank you for reading thus-far. I hope this was a little more action for all of you.

Sámi Potter