Asia stomped out into the grounds. The trees that were behind here bowed as the wind rushed all round her. Angel, who had began to follow her faithfully, and was ready to have her say for her master's actions, backed off. The power radiating from Asia was intense. It was jumbled emotions, ones that don't mix. She was angry, mourning, pissed, ticked, livid, and many more.

Harry had crossed the line. If it was one thing that annoyed Asia more, it was when people acted like they had her all figured out, and as if the solution was simply right there. As if she was so blind that she couldn't see a thing. As if she was just stupid, and it was no big deal!

Paying no mind to where she was going, Asia stormed to the lake. Water always calmed her…it reminded her of herself. On the surface, it was calm, peaceful, and beautiful. But the truth was, on the inside, under the beautiful surface, was a world full of deadly things. It was unpredictable and had to be handled with care. Water could kill in an instant. It could spread disaster and sometimes disease. But then, it could be healing and calming. It needed to be treated with respect, whether your in it or not, whether you know it or not, and most of all, never to be taken for granted.

Staring out at the mysterious force of nature, she began to relax. The wind blew; making the large willow tree she was sitting under sway gently. The sun was not yet fully in the sky enough to hit the water so it glared harshly, giving her some shade for the time being. She closed her eyes and took the time to meditate…to get into her. She felt Angel's presence land next to her and enjoy the scene. She crossed her legs Indian style and breathed in to the count of seven heartbeats, held it to the count of seven heartbeats, the released it to the count of seven heartbeats. With expert practice, she let go of herself, and looked at everything around her, as if her eyes were open, but with her astral self. The lake looked beautiful, and as she had sensed, Angel was lying right there next to her, muzzle lying on her crossed over paws, and tail wrapped around one side of her. Her piercing crimson eyes were lazily half closed, and her white blond, red tipped fox ears were twitching to every sound. Letting herself be carried by the wind, she soared back over the lake and to Hagrid's hut. She was going to go farther, but in the smoke in the chimney were the voices of those who were inside the dwelling. She stopped and came down to the ground and looked inside the window. She could hear their voices clearly, some more calm than others.

"It's not my fault Sirius. I've been seeing this for the longest time! She has not gotten over mum and dad! She nearly killed Malfoy when he mentioned them!"

"I highly doubt Malfoy mentioned your parents and a complimentary manner Harry. Even if I had heard the little rug-rat even mention them, I would have probably done the same."

"Sirius, she blew him down the hall with wind! If I didn't stop her, she probably would have killed him with the lighting that was in her hair!"

"It's true Sirius," Hermione said shyly "She was done right angry. Professor Snape had to stun her because she wouldn't stop."

"Well Harry, I can't say that I know what's going on in her head, and no matter how much you think you do, you don't know exactly what's going on either. But I think we had discovered the fact that she doesn't like to talk about them. The only person who would know for sure would be the Halliwell's."

Asia flew off after that. She needed to hear no more. 'Why can't they just leave it alone!' Asia thought as she settled back into her body. Everything went black, and she opened her eyes. She was shocked to feel water at the bottom of her eyelids. 'Stop it,' she scolded herself 'their long dead, and you can do nothing about it. You have a happy life with 3 women who cared for you, stop being so ungrateful!'

'But it still doesn't replace the feeling…' said that very annoying voice in her head, her subconscious.

'I hate you' she thought

'Only because you know I'm right. Your crashing Asia, down a long spiral road into a fiery burn. You know Harry is right! You did not heal from your parent's deaths at the E.Y.A. You just forgot them'

'I did not! How dare you!'

'Yes you did. You looked around and saw how everyone's parents at the E.Y.A were so supportive to their kids. You long awaited for a letter that was addressed, 'love mum and dad'. You did, and you never got it. That is why you hate Voldemort. That is why you can't move on. You will never have parents Asia. They are something that you lost a long time ago. Accept it; don't fight it. That's your problem! You fight; you fight everything, including the truth. You are so afraid to get hurt-'

'SHUT UP! JUST SHUT UP!' she screamed, and ran off towards the castle. Tears blinded her, causing her to almost trip. She jumped the Entrance Hall stairs and ran into the hall. She slowed down so she could have a harp turn the get to the Grand Staircase, but before she could turn, she crashed into someone. She heard the person grunt when she hit him, and staggered to keep his balance.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Are you-" he began asking. When Asia had looked up at him is when he stopped. Her face was tear-stained and miserable, much different form the girl he met before, who was beautiful in everyway he could imagine.

"Jeff, oh, I'm so sorry, I have to go." she said. She tried to move to the side to get up the staircase without looking in his face. The last thing she wanted was for him to see her like this, broken down and vulnerable. But his arms were wrapped around her still from when he caught her.

"Asia, what's wrong, what happened?" he asked. There was concern in his voice, not mocking and teasing like how she got at the E.Y.A. The truth was, living at the E.Y.A was hard. Your group only accepted you, whether it is telekinetic, elemental, spell, transporter, energies, or physicals. Asia wasn't really accepted in any. She blended in with all perfectly except the physicals, which she could also blend into, because she was what's called an Animagus. She was able to transform into a panther at will. Sometimes she lost herself and started to believe she was one, so she didn't do it often. The only ones who accepted her, was Raven, her personal teacher, Master Numair Salmalin, and her Quidditch team members. Sometimes she even grew to hate her powers, because she was shunned everywhere. A lot of people at her school were afraid of her because she was so powerful. Asia never revealed this to anyone; she didn't want them to see it as a weakness.

Quickly, she put her hands up to her face to wipe her eyes. "Nothing, I just need to go upstairs."

"Coswallop," he muttered under his breath. Taking her hand, he dragged her into an empty classroom in the Entrance Hall.

"Jeff," Asia said in a warning tone. She didn't want to use her power on him; she liked him, a lot. He continued to drag her in, by now, she wasn't fighting anymore.

"You look like hell. Tell me what happened." he said in almost a demand. Asia looked into his eyes to see that he was serious. 'Why does he care?' Asia asked, making herself blush. The amount of caring he had for her almost made her breakdown. "Asia, you can tell me. I know you don't know me very well, but I want to help you…" his voice was soft. Asia threw her arms around his neck, startling him almost to the point of falling over. "A-Asia," he stumbled. But nevertheless, he put his arms around her also in a protective embrace. She sobbed gently for a few moments before she managed to pull herself together. They were silent for a few seconds. She took the time to breath in his scent gently. He smelled of clean clothes and pure water with a bit of masculinity. She smiled; the scent soothed her into a gentle state. She smiled even more as he waited patiently…he waited for her…

"Are you alright now?" he voice was gentle, not reproachful, not angry, gentle.

"Yes…thank you, I think I needed that. I'm sorry for your robe." She said to him, indicating the spot on his shoulder that was stained with tears.

"It's alright," he said, waving it off.

"No, you must think of me as a weakling…" she said, blushing and becoming slightly embarrassed.

"No Asia, never." She looked at him. She was expecting sarcasm when he said that, or at least a hint of a lie. But he was looking at her as seriously kind as ever. What is it about this boy? She wondered. "I would never think of you as weak. You've been through things that I can't even imagine. And if you taking it all out here, I suppose you don't like it here much, huh?"

"No, I like this school just fine. I just miss my friends back at my old school a little, and my teacher. He was like my best friend…" she looked to his face, and could tell that he anxiously, but patiently, was waiting for her to tell him what has caused her to cry. She sighed, and then motioned to a dusty table. "Care to sit?" she asked, and the walked over. They sat cross-legged on the table. Asia was thinking of the details she would leave out of the conversation. She trusted no human but Raven and Numair.

"I had a fight with Harry…" she waited for him to say something, and when he didn't she looked off to her medium length nails. "We had a fight over our parent's death. He said that he didn't think that I had gotten over their death. He said that he only saw the wound healed with ice…"

"Is that true?"

"Well, no. It is a touchy subject, but I wouldn't hate anyone over it, except the person who murdered them. What bothered me most is that he keeps thinking that he knows everything about me when we've only been here for a few months. No one knows me that well, and I hate it when they think they do."

"The argument caused you to cry?"

"Actually, you did…" she looked up at him, expecting him to smile, or look cocky, but he didn't. He was confused, so she explained: "You see, the E.Y.A isn't all it's lived up to be. There are groups, like here. It's just made easier because houses separate all of you. I know that the houses here mingle, but the 'social groups' at the E.Y.A didn't really. My problem was, that I could fit into all of them."

"I've heard of those…physicals, telepathies, and such."

"Yes, well, I can fit into all. I can apperate, so I fit into the transporters, I have power of storms, I'm an animagus, I have telepathic powers, I'm a mage in some countries, and I can perform Sorceress spells. Since I didn't belong anywhere, I kind of kept o myself. My best friend was a telepathic, named Raven. She wasn't very…popular, because of her attitude. Lets just say she didn't have many positive things to say." Asia smiled to herself, remembering the day they had met a girl named Starfire. She belonged to the energy AKA 'Mage' group, and had green eyes. She was overly happy, not understanding Raven's sarcastic comments ad remarks. "My point is," she continued "is that I really wasn't excepted. No one cared for me expect the witches I live with. I was an outcast, with raven. The only others that had liked me was the Quidditch team, that's because I was on the team. And my teacher, he loved me dearly."

"I care about you." He said quietly. As if he was hoping he didn't say it. Asia looked at him and then looked away, blushing. She looked back up to the sound of flapping wings. Looking up, she didn't see a thing. The roof in the dark room was black with shadow. She kicked her foot on the desk, and the wings flapped again. She listened to the pattern. "What is that?" Jeff asked quietly. He began to stand up and peer up at the roof with caution.

"It's a bat." Asia stated in a calm voice. "It won't do us any harm." Looking back to the boy she was sitting with, she could see that he was standing up, still looking around. "You don't like bats?" she asked him with an amused raised eyebrow.

"Had a bad run in once," he explained, sitting back down cautiously "I was playing Quidditch in my Aunt Lucinda's field with my cousin. A swarm came out and we fell nearly 30 feet to the ground."

"Oh, that's right! I forgot you played Quidditch. We should play together sometime…"

"Yea, well, I don't want to put you out. I have to admit, I'm pretty good-"

"You cocky jerk!" she said playfully, pushing his shoulder.

"Hey! That hurt." he pouted while rubbing his arm. Asia resisted the urge to roll her eyes. They continued talking for sometime. The subject of the conversation jumped from random topics in the two teens heads, such as: Quidditch, Houndunes, the Moon, books, Asia's powers, Jeff's little sister and his extremely fat cat, Oman. The breakfast bell chiming stopped their non-stop conversation. Asia was startled by the sound and nearly jumped clear off the table, blushing with embarrassment as she stood. "You know, your nothing of what I thought you might be." he said, wiping tears of laughter from his eyes.

"Let me guess, you expected a hot-headed, bragging, good-at-everything, flirtaous girl who is always concentrated on her looks?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Exactly," Jeff said, "I don't mean to offend you, but-"

"None taken." Asia said, stopping his rant "Just about everyone expects that." she sighed, "They don't even know me and they automatically think I'm a snob because I have these powers. Most people tend to forget that I was born with them, I did not ask for them. Yes, I am confident of myself, and I can be a quick-thinker when it comes to sticky situations, but I'm not all powerful, nor all knowing." Jeff opened his mouth to retort, but suddenly, the door was rumbling.

"What the hell..." Jeff trailed off, standing. Before either of them could move towards the door, it caught aflame. Asia cursed as she threw her arms up to shield her eyes from the flames. Jeff reached into his robes and took out his wand. He opened his mouth to say a spell, but Asia stomped straight into the flames with her shield around her as if it was an annoyance.

"You know, you could have just knocked on the door!" Asia yelled. She waved her hands behind her a made circling motions with them. Jeff watched on streams of water came to her call. She stretched them out flat and pushed them to the door. The door, with was charred beyond use now, was no longer on fire. There in the doorway with ears pressed down, tail out, front half crouched down, and steady streams of fire coming from her red nose, was Angel. She looked relived to see Asia, but stubbornly upset at the same time. She huffed, sending the jets to the floor and looked up at her mistress, eyes clearly shining in annoyance and worry. "I'm fine!" Asia huffed back. Angel looked behind her to see Jeff standing there looking confused. She looked back up to Asia and began to growl, snarl and yelp her complaints. Asia, however, heard it differently.

'YOU WERE SITTING HERE IN THE DARK WITH SOME BOY WHILE I WAS WORRIED SICK OVER YOU!' Angel cried telepathically in Asia's head.

'Oh hush you,' Asia said back 'It wasn't even like that. I just ran into him on my way upstairs! Now, what do you want?'

Angel growled 'I was just coming to get you! It's time for breakfast and everyone, mainly Harry, is worried about you!'

'So let them worry! I'm a big girl! If he knows me so well, then he should know that I don't want to speak to him and for him to leave me alone!' Asia turned to look toward Jeff. She knew that to him, all he could here was Angel's snarls, growls, yelps, yips, and barks, but Asia was just looking at her.

"I think we should go to breakfast, I'm getting hungry anyway." she said to him in a normal voice. Jeff just nodded and walked out the room. He scooted nervously past Angel to walk at Asia's side. The Houndune glared at the 2 the entire way, debating whether to bite the boy's ankles or not.

The pair walked into the Great Hall together with Angel behind them looking cross. They walked up the middle isle together, ignoring the fact that people were looking at them oddly. Some guys were with pride while girls were with envy. Whispers spread across the 4 tables, mostly the Slytherin table. Jeff departed, seeing his friends only 1/4 way up the Ravenclaw table. Asia walked almost to the top next to Hermione, only now aware that most were looking at her oddly. She merely ignored them all, including the looks she was getting from her friends, and filled a plate for Angel and herself. She put one plate under the table and ate hers quietly. Conversation restarted around the Hall, but yet the youngest Potter took no notice.

He looked around the Hall, noticing all the happy youth. Tomorrow, they would all be back to work in their classes, some more in a hurry to eat, then do homework that was probably due next class. A pair of students then walked into the hall at a comfortable pace, chatting quietly enough so only they could hear easily. The talk in the entire hall died down when the youngsters walked in. Beside him, Minerva looked up for her porridge also. Asia Potter and Jeffery Stone walked into the hall with Angel in tow. Whispers spread like fog over the hall. He knew that it was concentrated on the two, but the two themselves seemed oblivious to notice. Jeff sat down at a spot in the Ravenclaw table early on, leaving Asia and Angel to walk the rest of the way; Angel dipped under the Gryffindor table. Envious looks from some girls, and questioning looks from more girls followed her entire path there. Yet again, she failed to notice. She only sat down next to Ms. Granger and filled two plates. The one she filled with fruits and meat went under the table, another she kept for herself. Albus Dumbledore looked down his crooked nose with his sparkling blue eyes over his half moon spectacles at her. 'So headstrong, so confident just like Lily...'

About 5 minuets later, 100's of owls swooped into the hall. Two of them landing in front of Dumbledore, while one landed in front of Asia carrying 2 letters, and another to her older brother. Asia petted Storm, her Great Horned Owl, and gave him a bit of her toast before looking at the letter. In shining blue ink, it said Asia in small letters. The other was in regular black ink, it also said Asia on the front, but the letters were in cursive and the A was big. Asia recognized the 2 letters, especially because the one in purple had a black raven on the back with its wings spread out. She opened the one in black first, it read:

Asia, how are you?

I have heard about your tantrum with the Malfoy boy. What happened? I didn't get full details. Don't forget that you promised me to behave yourself young lady! Don't ask me how I know; you know that I have ways.

Other than that, how is Hogwarts? My mother went there herself and told me it was splendid. I want to hear all about your classes, teachers, and Harry ofcorse!

I know this was short, but since you left, I have been assigned to a classroom for extra help for students. Samantha Lott, from the energies, is seeing me every Thursday for 2 hours. I hope it makes you feel better when I say that she's worse than you when you first started. Thanks to her, I'm in my third classroom in 2 weeks.

I hope will see you soon, and tell Angel I said to behave herself and loosen up. I know she's tense.

-Numair

PS- Someone has brought it to my attention that the discussion of you parents brings up the more destructive side of you. I sort of blame myself for not helping you with the matter. 13 years at this school, and I haven't even helped you with it. But anyway, please try to meditate and clear your head when you can, especially before you go to bed.

Asia growled softly after reading the letter. She looked up to the Staff table at Dumbledore. She wasn't stupid, Dumbledore told him. No one else has connections from Hogwarts to Numair, and she was sure that in one of those many meetings that the two had without her, they gave each other contact addresses. The headmaster himself was consumed in one of his own letters though, so she decided to bother him later. She picked up the letter written in blue and opened it. The familiar handwriting of the gothic telepath adorned the paper in letterform.

Hey, how is everything?

I like Harry and his friends. They're nice. It's good to be around someone smart like Hermione, but how in the world did you manage to meet the red head? He's slower than a brick wall. Funny, but very slow. Harry seems to be just like you; determined, protective, and rather stubborn. I hope you noticed that!

Stuff here hasn't changed. Nick P is still as goofy as ever, and classes are still the same. We have some new people though. It's a girl named Terra. She has elemental magic with the earth. Her only problem is the lack of control. Just a few days ago, we (we means fellow telepaths) had field training with the elementals and she nearly killed me trying to lift a rock that was much to big for her. I tried to help her out it down somewhere safely before she killed everyone, but she held it stronger. Under the pressure, the rock exploded and Samantha Lott almost blew out the field when she got hit on the head with some small debris. I heard she has to get to Numair for some serious tutoring. It's about time Numair got some respect for his teachings to you. The school governors now look at him like the greatest teacher on earth.

Ok, before I kill them, Nick, Jasmine, Randy, Kathy, Jennifer, James, and Isabelle said hello, and they miss you on the Quidditch field. Jamie Trembly from the Spells took your place. Might I add, she sucks. I hope this team can even make it to the finals. She dropped the Quaffle about 5 times during practice and nearly became apart of the field when she couldn't pull out of a dive she didn't even mean to go in. I wonder how I've become surrounded with such idiots.

We had a 'hands on pop quiz' in strategies class yesterday. I don't think that Professor Damian approved of my 'don't fight if it doesn't concern me' strategy. The scenario was, if I was suddenly someone only hope in a war. I told him I wouldn't fight, and he said what if it was your brother at stake, and I said I wouldn't get myself into the situation, by killing him before he even got himself into the stupid situation. I don't think he liked that because I got toddler watch for 2 weeks. The last thing I want to do is a watch some super powered snot nosed runt for 3 hours for 2 weeks!

Well, I better get going. I'm in the toddler's right now, and one of the transporters seems to like the chandelier. Who in the right mind would put a chandler on the toddler classroom?

Love,

Raven

Asia smiled. Raven wasn't perfect, and was brutally honest, but she still managed to show her soft side, Raven would never change.

"Asia!" Ron called. He had been trying to get the girls attention in the past 5 minuets, but she seemed in her own little world.

"Yeah?"

"I was saying, Harry and I are going to go play some Quidditch. Fred and George are playing too. You want to come?" Asia looked up at him across the table. Fred and George were standing behind her looking anxious, while Harry was nowhere to be found.

"C'mon Asia! We haven't seen you on a broomstick since tryouts! We have practice anyway at 4, so you've got to play sometime." Fred encouraged.

"Then you'll see me play then," Asia said, collecting her letters and standing. Her voice was solid and serious. "I have things to attend to. I'll see you at 4." With that, she got up and went to Gryffindor tower. Angel followed behind her quietly. Once there, she said the password, and swiftly walked in. She went to her dorm and sat on her bed. She got out ink, parchment, and a quill and replied to her letters.

Master Numair, it's a pleasure to hear from you.

You seem to be mistaking me for a four-year-old child. Why not just tell me Dumbledore told you what happened?

The subject of my parents is no big deal. I do not have trouble dealing with it! Malfoy insulted them! But I'm sorry, next time, I'll just grit my teeth and bear the taunting of my lack of parents!

Hogwarts, however, is perfectly fine. I have met new people and am on the Quidditch team here as chaser. Harry is the only problem. He keeps acting like he knows everything about me! Ok, I'm a little peeved right now, so I'm going to leave this letter here. And I'm kind of busy at the moment.

-Asia

Asia read over the letter, complicating whether or not she was a little too harsh to her former teacher. She decided against it and folded it up, scribbling 'Master Numair' on the front of it and tying a light blue ribbon around it to seal it. She took out another piece of parchment and dipped her quill back into the inkbottle.

Hey Rae, I see you haven't changed. I hope it isn't too lonely around there with out me, yea right.

There's just so much going on here. I feel like I'm being watched where ever I go here; like I'm not safe anymore. I feel like I have to put my guard up where ever I go. I hate it, it's so tiring. Not to mention the people pissing me off here. I spazed on Draco Malfoy, and almost spazed on Harry. I was compensating the possibility of just leaving this school. There's no law saying that I have to stay here. But then I met this guy, named Jeff. Don't worry, he won't kill me. He's really nice, and loves Quidditch. Ofcorse I still am weary around him, but it's no big.

I just spent all of last week locked in my house tower. I sort of have been having dreams and fainted because I lost my appetite and have been a little sick. OK, so maybe that's and understatement, but whatever. The school nurse told me either stay in the hospital wing or stay in my tower. Ofcorse I choose the latter, you know how I hate hospitals. I would write to you about them, but I'd rather not. I can't trust these school owls. I know that Storm is tired, so I had to use one.

Well, I've got to go. Please don't spaz on me. I'll meet you on the astral plane in 3 days at 10pm, so try to go to sleep.

Love,

Asia

Asia folded up that letter also and put it in her back pocket. She apperated to the Owlery. Her eyebrows furrowed when she had to use extra power to get here. She shrugged it off, she heard that it was impossible to apperate in Hogwarts anyway. Tying the letters to two separate owls, she told them the destination, and let them fly. She didn't want to risk Numair getting Raven's letter. She wasn't sure if Numair knew about her little house arrest, and she didn't want him to know if he didn't already.

Now that that was done, she went out the door as she heard a clock chime somewhere. 'Breakfast was at 8. It's 10 already?' she thought to herself. She walked to the 3rd floor corridor and realized that she didn't know where the Headmasters office was. So, she went to Professor McGonagall office instead to get direction's She had a bone to pick with the head master, and him alone. Knocking softly, she waited until she was invited in.

"Professor, I hate to bother you, but I need to know where Professor Dumbledore's office is." McGonagall looked up at Asia with small piercing eyes. She stared for a second before saying,

"What would your business be with him Potter?"

"I need to speak with him about a letter that was sent to me. Please Professor, it will only take but a minute." Asia tried not to let any anger slip into her eyes while taking to the professor. McGonagall was a legend in spotting lies and liars, and Asia could see why. Her brown eyes were keen like a cats, piercing ones heart and soul, scanning for any insecurity or lies. The Deputy Headmistress must have sensed none, for she nodded curtly and stood. Asia walked thought eh halls trailing behind the professor. They came to the entrance hall and turned to one of the corridors leading off it to a dead end. The only thing there was a large, ugly gargoyle statue. "Sherbet Lemon" McGonagall said. Asia looked at her strangely, but looked back to the statue for it moved. She raised an eyebrow. The statute had hopped aside to reveal a spiral staircase the winded up to 2 oak doors. She thanked McGonagall and walked in. As the staircases winded like an escalator, anger began to build within her once again. 'I can't believe he told Numair!' She rapped on the door 3 times and a slightly serious voice chimed, "Come in."

Asia walked into the circular office that was decorated in pictures of moving people. Wherever there weren't pictures, there were small trinkets and gadgets that puffed smoke, twisted, turned, swirled, clicked, and ticked. The scarlet color on the wall was barley visible behind these things. Closing the door with a wave of her hand, she walked over to a shiny oak desk and sat in front of it in a chair. To her puzzlement, the headmaster wasn't anywhere to be seen. She tapped her fingers on the polished wood chair armrest impatiently. Her well endowed nails clicking on the wood unconsciously. Her head snapped up to a black metal staircase where the headmaster was descending.

"Asia," he said cheerfully "I thought that was your aura pulsing." Asia lifted an eyebrow, was that supposed to be a greeting? She brushed it off, it didn't matter.

"Professor, I got a letter from my former teacher, Master Numair. He tells me that he knows of the incident that concerned Malfoy and I." Asia stated. Dumbledore nodded his head calmly while he sat behind his desk. He then looked at her with twinkling blue eyes. Asia suppressed a growl in her throat. "You told him, didn't you? Why?"

"I felt it was necessary. He cares about you Asia, and has the right to know."

"All true headmaster, but I think hat it should be up to me to decide whether or not he should know."

"Asia, I had gotten into contact with him for another reason. The Minister of Magic along with he school governess has contacted me. They want to reevaluate your stay here. I contacted Numair so he could be here also, and that required him to know of the situation." Asia was speechless. Reevaluate her stay? Asia only nodded. What could she do to change the mind of Lucius Malfoy, who, as everyone knows, has the School Governess sitting in his front pocket.

Asia had only finished that thought when the fireplace roared with emerald flames. A very tall man stepped through. He had curly black hair that fell behind his shoulders, stunning blue eyes, and a sensitive, firm mouth. Asia got up and ran to the man, throwing her arms around him as well as she could, momentarily losing her controlled stature.

"Numair..." she whispered when she let go.

"Shh. I know. Come with me, I need to speak with you." he said gently. Asia had half expected him to scold. He was always harsh about her having control. She said nothing to Dumbledore as she left, only closed his door softly with her face to the floor. She did not want to see the obvious gloom in his blue eyes.

Numair led her to a door that she really had never noticed was there. It looked just like another part of the wall, seeing as it didn't have a doorknob.

"Propticus Dominium" Numair said softly but firmly. The door squeaked slightly when it opened. Asia fought to keep her mouth closed when the door revealed a courtyard. It was beautiful; there was a fountain in the middle, with benches on 4 sides. In one corner, was a pond where birds were chirping, drinking, and bathing. There were plants everywhere. Numair ignored the scenery as if he saw it everyday, and walked to a clear spot. "Sit" he told her firmly. Doing as he said, she sat on the soft grass and crossed one leg over the other Indian style. Numair stood behind her and put his hands other shoulders. "Breathe."

"Numair, I meditate everyday!" she complained.

"It's not meditation Asia. You have a problem, and it's centered around the death of your parents." Numair was gentle with his words. Even so, h could feel Asia's aura pulsating. "Asia please, just listen to me. If you really don't have a problem with it, then you should breeze by this easy." Asia breathed. Numair received a snort for an answer. He wasn't going to try to get another one. "Just breathe, and open your mind."

Asia did as she was told. she cleared her head and emptied her thoughts until she was floating in the black nothingness of her mind. "Deeper" came Numair's voice. Asia closed her austral eyes again, and felt herself fall. When she opened her austral eyes, she was in a long hall of doors. From one of them emerged Numair.

"What is this?" she asked, looking around.

"This, Asia," Numair gestured to the endless hall as they walked down it "Is themore organized parts of your mind. This is where you store everything, this is what meditation does. Everything of mine is in cabinets, you chose doors and memories." Asia looked around. It was a hallway, but it was black. The only way she knew that there was a floor, was because of all the doors. The doors were in all shapes and sizes. Some rectangular, some arched, some circled, some big, some small, some were blue, some were pink, some were green, but no two doors were the same. They came to a stop at a door that was arched. It had a spiky doorknob, a large lock, and was raven black with cat eyes on it. Asia looked at it curiously.
"What's in there?" she asked. Numair shrugged.

"It's your head. Open it." Asia reached for the knob as she did, the cat eyes protruded form the door, followed by a head, body, and limbs. Soon enough, an entire black panther had melted off the door to reveal a chameleon-like surface. The colors on the door clashed and looked completely chaotic. The panther circled her twice and looked her eyes expectantly.

"Can you let me in?" she asked it, feeling stupid for talking to something that technically wasn't there. It gave a roar and the spiky doorknob twisted and opened. Asia stepped in; the door behind her closed. It looked as though she was in a valley. Rolling grasses were outlined by rows of mountains large lake gleamed in front of her under the sun, and sent streams off into the mountain line for as far as she could see. Asia found herself at piece, but only for a second; she heard a voice. Looking around, she realized that Numair and the panther were nowhere in sight. It was as if she was really in a valley far off. But the voice, it was everywhere. She noticed that the once perfectly blue sky was now white. On it, were the faces of Lily and James Potter, her parents. She smiled, and felt a tear coming down her face. Her mum and dad were playing with baby Harry and herself as a child. As she got lost into the memory, just after her mother had whispered "I love you" to the both of them, the scene was violently ripped from her view, and the sky turned black. Taking the place of the once happy memory was her parent's bodies; their lifeless faces haunting her eyes. Instead of being horrified, she was angry. Angry at being interrupted again. WHY CAN'T SHE JUST HAVE A PEACEFUL MEMORY? A memory? Was that so hard to ask?

Suddenly, Voldemort's face appeared in the sky. His to serpent to be human eyes looked down at her as his slit for a mouth twisted in a sick smile. The sky around his face turned blood red as he chuckled, then laughed darkly at her. "You..." she said. Her fingers balled into fists, and her jaw clenched. She was beyond furious, beyond livid.

Numair had left Asia's mind after the mulit-colored door slammed shut after her. The panther had melted back into the archway, preventing him from entering. It wasn't that he could anyway. He wanted Asia to calm the emotions in her mind. He was glad that his hours of meditation had paid off. He wanted Asia to sort all her problems and memories into things like that. He had now realized that Asia had sorted emotions into doors also. Those ones were marked by a color that radiated and glowed. Her powers lie in doors the same way. They all had carvings of what they did on them (lightening bolt; wind; water; etc).

He watched his former student as countless emotions rippled onto her normally controlled and stern face. He was so focused on being there when she awoke that he didn't even notice when Dumbledore and Angel had come up behind him. Angel trotted right by him and sniffed her mistress before lying by her contently.

Numair turned to Dumbledore when he realized that Asia was fine.

"How is she?" Dumbledore asked quietly.

"She seems fine. There's just one part of her mind that seems to be out of her reach of control. It's well protected also."

"Do you think that is where the hate is?"

"I believe so. If you say she's touchy about her parents, then everything she remembers must be behind that portal. If anyone was to enter through her mind that way, they would be mauled by a panther." Dumbledore looked at Master Saliman with a light-questioning gaze. "Animagus..." Numair explained. A whimper reached his well-trained ears. Both Headmaster and teacher turned to see Angel with her tail between her legs, her ears pinned to her head and her head sunk low as she walked away backwards from Asia. The sorceress's aura was intense. Heat came jetting from her and grass bowed and swished away from her. Numair eyes spread with fear. Asia's aura has never been this powerful. His heart skipped a beat when he was able to see the power that flared form her. That was something new. As she glowed crimson, whips of pure red energy began to flail dangerously around her. As they waved violently in invisible wind, they touched the grass and it began to burn, leaving it a brown patch of dead earth.

Asia felt her aura grow. And every bit more that it grew, the wider Voldemort's grin got.

"Don't you smile at me you raving lunatic," she growled "you nothing but a murderer. A sick and twisted man who got to big for his own skin, thinking your all powerful. God played a trick on your pathetic soul and put the power to defeat you within a tiny child."

"I got what I wanted done my dear." Voldemort said shortly. He sounded slightly irritated.

"What? Tearing my family apart? And trying to kill Harry and me now so you can go on and tear apart others? I won't let you do that." Asia expected Voldemort to lash out at her and tell her she was a fool and could never get in his way. But he didn't instead, he looked at her with...was it pity?

"My dear girl, you have let those people poison you. I am no monster. I would be if I were to kill you. I must respect you Asia, you have a strong soul for a girl so young. I admire that. But you've got my ideas all wrong. I did that your parents from you, but only because they were keeping you from your destiny. You are the most powerful being on earth, and don't you forget it. Why rule under these people, who want to control you?"

"Their just doing what's best for me-" Asia argued

"They are doing what the Ministry says Asia. You know what the ministry wants to do with you, they want you dead. Why? Because you're powerful. These people can't teach you Asia, I can."

"Okay, now I know this story is bullshit." Asia didn't even care that she just swore. Normally she would have more dignity than that, but for some reason, she didn't care.

"It is not. Have they ever treated you normally Asia? No. They always feared you. Fear can help you rule. But you fear them. You give them power over you; you let them walk all over you."

"I do NOT! I'm my own person! Stop screwing with me Voldemort!"

"Asia, you don't even know the extent of your own power." he continued, his voices calm "They won't let you know. Numair Saliman? He knows how powerful you are, and he can't wait to show it to the Ministry. You are just his puppet to get himself some credits in history. He is already famous, but he just wants a little bit more."

"Stop it." Asia growled, her power growing again.

"Tsk tsk tsk. Look at you. Here you are, trying to scare me off and shut me up, but you don't even know how. You can't even control yourself. Pathetic Potter. You're weak. I can teach you to be strong."

"NO! That would go against my parents! I will not betray them!" Asia yelled as she threw up her hands and let lose the power through them. A fresh wave of raw red energy came out, blinding her into seeing dots. When she was finished, she was panting. Dirt filled crater was now what used to be the lake.

"See what I mean? Pathetic. You didn't even graze me." Asia whipped around. Standing there, with a black robed body, was a young man. He looked about 16 and had curly black hair and brown eyes. But Asia wasn't stupid, she knew it was Voldemort, wasn't it? She let out an inhuman growl and sent a whip of power towards him. He jumped over it as if it were a jump rope and backhanded her. "You're trying to use way to much power, you don't even know how to grasp onto it and wield it correctly." Asia had turned her head with the blow, and let her body twist and fall to the floor, but caught herself with her hands. She was tired. Using so much energy had worn her out to the point where she could not fight back. "When your ready to become a real sorceress, come find me." he told her before he vanished. Asia faded in darkness.

Dumbledore had to force Numair to leave. The two of them and Angel had no choice but to leave the gardens. Once he finally had gotten Numair out of there, it was just as much trouble keeping him out. He constantly paced while Dumbledore kept his worries to himself; he stood against the wall and sat there patiently. Angel layed next to him with a sorrowful expression, whimpering occasionally. Dumbledore felt sorry for the Houndune. She had grown very close to Asia, and knew something was wrong. but even the power Asia was emitting from her body was too dangerous for her. And whether she was conscious or not, Dumbledore knew that she would never willingly hurt Angel. When the aura died down, Numair barged back into the door. Dumbledore followed with Angel just in time to see Asia collapse from her sitting position onto her side. Cuts were clearly visible through her clothing. Her sleeves were ripped as if she really was ripped, and were bleeding. She also had a bruise beginning to form on one cheek. How could that have gotten there?

Numair went to Asia and carefully lifted her. She was out cold. Hurrying through the halls, he quickly went to the Hospital Wing with Dumbledore's guidance. Madam Promfrey looked dissappointed at the limp girl, as well as concerned.

"She was only doing as I told her, and her power had gotten unleashed, a lot of it." Numair explained glumly as he laid the girl down.

"How much exactly? She only just recovered from passing out from stress last week! You should have consulted me first." Madam Promfrey said sternly, her lips pursed.

"Well, no one ever informed me of that." Numair said, looking towards Dumbledore's calm face.

"It never crossed my mind. Miss Potter is a fast healer; even when she was a child." Dumbledore said as he watched Angel try to climb on Asia's cot, only to be shunned by the nurse. "I do believe that Poppy has everything under control. Come with me Numair, if you would please?" Numair knew Dumbledore long enough to know that even though his voice was calm, the Headmaster was serious. Numair only nodded and followed Dumbledore back into the gardens. Only then did her realize the damage. The spot where Asia had been was scorched, as if someone had lit fire to it. The air was still hot from the burning power, and there were random lashes in the ground, as if someone tried to hit a running rat with a whip. "Her aura," Dumbledore started seriously "was red. Anger Numair; this is dangerous. She very well could have been killed. I'm not saying that she can just forget about it, but maybe she should stop dodging the problem."

'Did he just say she shouldn't, then she should?' Numair thought.

"What I'm saying," Dumbledore continued, as if reading his thoughts "is that she should not deal with this alone."

"She's not-"

"Your right, something, or one, is sparking her anger. Her aura flared twice, the second more powerful."

"Your saying someone's inside her head then?"

"You said the door was a verity of colors, never remaining one for more than a few seconds, well, that must be where her parents memories are. And were her parents memories are, she's angry. I would say have Harry help her, but she pushes him away. Asia needs to be worked to confession." Numair raised a thick eyebrow. Did he just suggest that he work Asia until she confesses?

"Dumbledore, are you mad?"

"Maybe. But the Ministry wants her out and executed. You know this. She needs harder training. You've gone soft on her."

"She's past her exams and everything."

"That's not enough. I cannot stress to you how important this is. I care for her as much as you do Master Saliman. If she was to be taken because of something like this, then I could not live with myself. You must train her more. She has hid her emotions from you this entire time. And you cared too much for her happiness to make her see and face them. Now is the time to do it, and eventually she will give into them and get over them, but you've got to make her."

"By working her?"

"Training her. Emotions are mental. If she is doing so much that the mental strain is so great, she cannot hold the ice she has around the subject. The chains will fall, and the panther will rest."

"So you're forcing my student into a nervous breakdown?" Numair said angrily.

"If that's how you want to put it, then yes." It was silence after that as the two men stared at each other. Dumbledore didn't want to do this, but he cared for the Potters too much to let one die; not while he can help it. Asia is strong, and extremely stubborn. It's something that he is going to have to defeat before she can finally heal. He wants her to be in condition for the things she has to face in order to survive here. He will not deny that she has a good chance of running into Voldemort in he school. He hoped not though, Harry had hurt him badly 2 years ago. "I need o speak with Sirius. I will speak to you later." Dumbledore nodded to him, and then left, leaving Numair to his frustration.

Sorry for the lack of updates. I get out of school tomorrow and I'm not sure I'll even be in the country. I might go to Malacca (Malaysia) to see some family. I'm not sure if they have a computer that types in English. I think it only types in Meleyu. I planned it longer but it wouldn't upload because it's so big; then the school computer said the disk had to be formatted, and I clicked yes like an idiot and it deleted everything off the disk. So, the chapter isn't as detailed as it was when I first typed it. I'm tying to sum this up. I'm kicking myself for not typing these parts earlier in the story. Thank you guys so much for the reviews and not giving up on me! I'm going to keep typing probably tonight and when I get out of school tomorrow, so the chapter will be up by next Sunday since I always get interrupted when I'm on the computer-like now!- Okay, so it's 14 pages, but hey, I think that it's good enough!