Summary: Mary Sue. Lena just lost her parents in a tragic car accident and has to live with an uncle that she never knew existed. While with her uncle, she is tangled in a web of love, lies and terror. Mild cursing (the non-magical sort) and some sexual content.

Chapter 9: Dumbledore's odd question

Draco woke up instantly and found himself panicking only to find that Lena was beside him and not in excruciating pain. He shook her awake after he looked outside and found it was light out.

"Lena!"

he disturbed her calm breathing and forced her eyes to look in his.

"Are you feeling okay?"

He asked, unaware that the lunch bell had just rung. She nodded and kissed Draco good morning on his pale cheek. Lena's groggy features managed a small smile.

"I had a weird dream last night" she told him, "actually, it was sort of comforting…"

Her smile widened and she rolled out of his arms and onto the floor.

"I think we should get up now…"

She managed to say just before she tried to fall asleep once again.

"Oh no you don't!"

He provoked her by tickling her in the ribs, she smacked at him with an unsteady hand. He laughed wholeheartedly and picked her up off the cold floor. They quietly staggered down to the Slytherin Common Room, unaware that Lena was still mostly asleep.

They sat down on the couch in front of the unlit fireplace once inside. Silence followed with no disturbances whatsoever. Draco almost started to take a catnap when he realized that students would be coming in and out of the room. He wobbled up to his bedroom and noticed that he had left Lena back on the couch.

He didn't know what had come over him; he asked himself why he felt so tired but could come up with no answer. Just as he turned to trudge back down the stairs, Lena stumbled through the door. The two dazed individuals slipped under the bedspread and slept until they were awoken with a jolt.

"Draco?"

Lena walked through a dark, interwoven house, she was anxious with searching for Draco. He didn't respond to her calls, she was getting rather upset when someone called her name.

"Lena!"

She spun around only to see Harry, he looked much older, light lines were now outlining his mouth and eyes.

"What are you doing?"

The words escaped his lips as she sat down.

"I don't know…"

She drifted off, not realizing that his leg was dripping with blood. Her eyes scanning her own body, she was bleeding from the side and as far as she could tell, from the mouth as well.

"Oh my god…oh my god…oh my god…"

She mouthed repeatedly. Harry motioned for her to sit down on the grimy couch and she did as he sat beside her and held her hand. Somehow, she knew that they would be safe where they were.

"Lena"

He started while looking deep into her eyes, she could tell that he meant what he was going to say,

"Are you feeling okay?"

"Lena"

Draco shouted repetitively, only once she had opened her eyes did he ask his question.

"Are you feeling okay?"

He was holding her hand as Harry was in her dream. She decided that her dream was foolish and decided to tell Draco about the comforting dream she had earlier. She laughed inside at the fact that earlier and just now Draco had asked her if she was feeling okay as well as Harry did in her dream.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

She pulled free of Draco's clammy hand and brushed the hair out of her face. Poking him, she asked,

"are you?"

Expecting to get the same answer, she sat up in the bed and played with the comforter.

"No, I'm not. Not in the slightest!"

His breathing patterns were erratic and he was sweating.

"What's wrong?" she asked, "Nightmare?"

Her words were meant as a tease but excused her sarcasm when she noticed the look of terror written across his face. His voice was shaky and inconsistent in tone.

"I'm glad we're still here that's all. I did have a nightmare last night but it was more like a night terror. It felt and looked so real…"

His words drifted off as he slowly rested his head in his hands.

After his horrible nightmare, Harry decided to keep it quiet, for all he knew it could only be a half-truth vision or not even a vision at all, but his thoughts kept on roaming back to the horrible images of what happened.

Why was she screaming his name?

Ron who was laughing at Malfoy across the common room interrupted his thoughts. It was Friday afternoon after classes; Harry mentally excused his best friend's behavior as pure bliss instead of insanity.

In Charms, Professor Flitwick had partnered Lena with Ron and Draco hadn't seemed too pleased about this at all. Harry silently laughed at him the entire class. Halfway through, Ron had struck up a conversation with her and concluded that they should hang out with one another sometime. At the end of class, Draco quickly scurried over to Lena and took her away before Ron could say another word.

"Lena!" he shouted at her, "do you know what you have done?"

They were away from prying ears since he decided to wait until lunch to explode at her.

"What did I do?"

She sounded frightened and anxious to find out what she did wrong.

"You talked civilly to a Weasley!"

Her stare was filled with disappointment, his icy eyes glared at her in such as way that she picked up her plate and walked over to the Gryffindor table. She sat right between Harry and Ron.

They all watched Draco storm out of the hall in a fit of rage, he wanted to hit something, badly. Lena was owled almost right after that by the Headmaster to spend some "quality" time with Professor Snape.

"Come in!"

Severus Snape shouted at the closed door. Lena cautiously opened the door and stuck her head through. Inside were the Professor and the Headmaster. This struck her as odd.

"Good evening, Professor"

She nodded to Snape

"Headmaster"

She did the same for Dumbledore.

"Well mannered isn't she"

Snape noted aloud, his words complementing her more than he had ever done to a student in a while.

"Lena"

Dumbledore started, he was sitting in an old worn chair that looked to be very comfortable while Professor Snape was standing behind it in his standard pose.

"I have a couple of questions to ask you before you can go on with your session."

Lena thought this was fair until she heard the questions.

"Are you active sexually?"

His features kept their composure as he asked the awkward question. The Professor stepped in and acknowledged her shock to the inquiry.

"I assure you, this is for your own protection. We would not be asking such a question unless we felt you were in danger."

Staring into Dumbledore's eyes, Lena shook her head and answered,

"No, I'm not."

Headmaster Dumbledore seemed pleased at this response and started again,

"Then I have something to ask of you"

Lena's face turned pale,

Why would he be asking me this? Does he think that I'm doing Draco, Harry and Ron? Surely, not!

He then made his request,

"Please, if you can, stay away from Draco Malfoy or any other young man that potentially could be the holder of your virginity. We cannot risk the rest of the prophecy being filled."

He studied her face as she tried to realize the enormity of what he had just said.

"What prophecy?"

Professor Snape answered.

"You will know when you have to, for now you need not know. All you need to know is that you have to keep your jewel untouched."

He blushed at the reference of the jewel and motioned Lena to a chair.

"I will Headmaster and Professor Snape"

Was all she could muster from her voice box, she was flushed and concerned about Draco. She didn't really give him permission to expect something from her but she didn't hint that she wouldn't. Lena decided to avoid Draco and to stick with Harry and Ron, she had less of a chance to lose her virginity if she was with them.

"Sir?" she asked once in the chair, "would I be able to get a wand?"

Her question shocked them even more than they had shocked her. Dumbledore smiled and nodded.

"Soon but not now. We have to wait a while to make sure that you understand everything about the wizarding world before we get you one."

Lena was amazed that he agreed to it and glowed with happiness,

"Thank you!"

After the Headmaster left, the events that lead afterwards were rather dreary. She stalked back to her temporary private dorm somewhere in the twisted corridors of the dungeons.

AN: There is a good reason to keep her "jewel" untouched and there is a prophecy! Just you wait! The more reviews I get, the more Ill write! REVIEW!