Thank you all so much for the reviews, but…Harry's wand is holly, not willow! Amaya's wand is different…you'll see.

While I was writing the broom scene, I was listening to "Paper Wings" by Rise Against, just in case you wanted to know. And for some of the rest, I was listening to "Don't Lie" by the Black Eyed Peas (mostly this one during the Verona and Amaya scene).

Also…"Fly By Night" by Rush…"Blackbird" by Sarah Mclachlan (LISTEN TO THIS SONG WHEN TOM AND AMAYA ARE IN THE COMMON ROOM!). It adds to the feeling.

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Amaya sat down on her bed and embraced her new broom tightly, overflowing with happiness. Yes, she was sure she was going to like this life, but…

It was only for a few months. In summer, she would be going home again, and everything would be the same. No matter how much she tried to hide it, her past had happened.

She could still recall the night her parents had died…

"Mama! Papa! NOOO!"

A crash of lightning blasted the Earth as Amaya let out a blood-curling scream. This man before her now…he had come out of nowhere, and killed her parents. Their last glance her way had told her that they knew why, though…that they had hidden everything from her so that she could be happy.

And she had loved them so much…Tears fell to the ground, as the young girl cried silent tears. Her heart ached…

"WHY AREN'T YOU COMING! YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO COME! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU WHEN I NEED YOU MOST!"

But now Amaya knew why…

That was supposed to happen, and He knew that, as much as he might have wanted to help her, he couldn't. They were both helpless at that time, and only when fate itself twisted, would the future change as well.

But she hadn't known that, that night she killed her parents' murderers.

And he hadn't known a sweet, innocent girl such as she would stab him in the heart…

Amaya held her broom tighter. She had gotten her revenge, and she hadn't felt any guilt…so now there was nothing left to do, and nothing left to live for. She had followed her parents' hidden will, which only she had known about, and left with her dog for their new house. After she had buried her parents, of course. They rested by her favourite waterfall…they liked it there.

Tears dripped onto the girl's green bed sheets.

Her mother and father were gone, but she knew that she wasn't alone…He was out there somewhere, and she was going to find Him.

A thought of her dog she had left at home crossed her mind, but she knew that he was fine. Lhei had always seemed different than the other animals…maybe he was magic, too?

Suddenly, there came a knock at the door. It was Tom, she knew, as a feeling of peace set over her. There was just something about him…

"Amaya?" Yes, it was Tom, "I'm going outside soon. I could teach you how to fly, if you want."

ANDNOWIMGONNAFINDYOU

Amaya sat on her broom, just the way Tom had told her. She had heard every single thing she needed to know, but she still wasn't sure if she could do this.

"Tom?" she asked shakily, "Couldn't you ride with me…for just the first time?"

Her friend looked surprised, and she gave him a pleading look. The thought of riding on an object usually used to clean up wasn't the most reassuring thing.

"Alright."

Tom got on his own broom, which was much like hers, except his was silver and black, while hers was silver and blue. They both had the most advanced structure.

Amaya got on behind him, and wrapped her arms tightly around his well built mid drift. The broom rose slowly off of the ground, and Tom kept it floating only slightly above the ground, riding around without many turns.

"Are you doing all right?" she heard Tom ask as he looked back, "Want me to go a little faster?"

The witch nodded and held him tighter, noticing that the sun had begun to set, casting a dim haze over the area. They were the only ones outside… her life was in this boy's hands…and somehow she trusted him.

The turns became more frequent, and slowly the two of them flew higher and higher, until Amaya was sure that she could touch the clouds. There were butterflies in her stomach, and she wasn't sure if they were from the height, or something else that she couldn't quite figure out…

She looked down and felt a feeling of happiness rush over her, as her heart beat quick and steady.

This was where she wanted to be…

Even if she was going to go home in summer, she would still come back. Already she loved it here…already…

The sun was nearly half way gone, and Amaya knew that they should be getting in, but she didn't want to leave this place with Tom…

Minutes, hours flew by and the moon had risen high above them by the time Tom swerved away from the lake they had been gliding over, and landed on shore.

"We should be getting in." he said, "We're way over our curfew, unless…we could spare a few moments, and you could try to ride on your own."

Amaya tested if she was tired, and found that the thought of sleep only saddened her. She picked up her own broomstick, and readied it beside Tom's.

"I want to try."

They both flew off slowly, and the witch found that she could ride without falling off of her broom. Her heart broke, though, as her thoughts strayed away to thoughts of her parents. She smiled and laughed, but a few tears snuck down her cheeks.

She was so happy, but…there was always something wrong.

Tears rolled down her cheeks, and she smiled into the shadows. She found herself being guided back to the shore by Tom.

"Are you all right? Is there something wrong?" he asked when they landed.

"I'm fine." Amaya smiled, "I had a lot of fun today, and I think I'm getting the hang of flying. Let's just go to bed."

BUTTHENWHATWOULDHAPPENNEXT

Tom had become a little bit different within the next few weeks. He had taught Amaya how to play Quidditch, just like he had promised, but there was something about him…Amaya didn't see him as often, and when she did, he only spoke when she asked a question. She passed it aside as something that had nothing to do with her, though. She was on her own, and Tom had his own things he needed to take care of.

Classes were very fun, she found, but everyone looked at her oddly whenever she got a spell on her first try…which happened nearly as often as it did to Tom. She had, during these moments, realized her extreme thirst for knowledge, and was currently standing in the library for the first time.

Amaya hadn't really had the time to talk to anybody besides Tom, but she didn't mind. The few people she had made slight friends with, though, seemed surprised she had gotten to talk to the Slytherin boy at all.

She pushed all of these thoughts out of her mind as she walked over to a random shelf and picked out a book. The title read, "Harmless Spells and Easy Potions." Immediately she sat down and skimmed through it, stopping on a spell of interest to her. It froze water into pure ice. Oh, how she'd love to try it out, but no magic was allowed in the corridors after classes…even though the library wasn't a corridor, she didn't want to risk it.

Grabbing some books off of the shelves without looking at them, Amaya checked them out and made her way outside.

The temperature was slightly hot outside for October, and the witch briefly wondered if she would be able to get the spell to work. She'd have to try, anyway. But she didn't want to be seen, just in case there was absolutely no magic permitted any time other than class and in the common rooms.

Looking around to make sure no one was watching her, Amaya skimmed along the edge of the lake, sometimes edging into the Forest where the water was too close to the trees.

When she finally found a spot that only a person with extremely good eyesight could see, she sat down on the sandy shore and reopened her book to the page of the spell. The witch skimmed her eyes over the instructions, and then pointed her wand at the lake.

She pictured a tiny part of it covered it ice, and focused on it, saying, "Romembroe Ictarus!"

A blue haze seeped out of the end of her wand, and froze a small fraction of the lake - just enough to stand on. Amaya looked suspiciously at it, trying to decide whether or not she wanted to step on it. Would it crack?

Puffing out a small breath of air, she tested the spot where the water was frozen. It seemed solid enough. She stepped out fully onto it – and the ice broke through.

Amaya gasped and fell on her bottom, the water splashing all over her. Her white robes floated out all around her, and the end of her hair had gotten wet. Well, maybe there'd be a drying spell in one of the books…She went to get up, but fell again, her magic still making the water cold.

"What are you doing in there?" a familiar voice came from nowhere.

The witch gasped as she turned and saw Verona, standing in her dark purple robes with a grin that said she was hiding something.

"Oh, I've been -" but she was cut off by a wand being pointed at her face.

"I just want to let you know," Verona said in a surprisingly snooty voice, "That Tom is mine! You're such an idiot, following him around like a lost puppy, when really he loves me!"

Amaya was dumbfounded.

"What? I – I don't follow him around!"

"You're so stupid," Verona slapped her across the face, "You bitch! Your mother and father must be pretty shitty people, if you were the result of them!"

"T – they're dead," Amaya whispered, suddenly growing angry, "AND THEY WERE THE BEST DAMN PEOPLE IN THE WORLD!"

She whipped out her wand and yelled a random spell she had learned. Verona dodged it, throwing her own at the witch, but it was blocked. Unfortunately, a small fraction of it got through and slashed a cut on Amaya's arm.

The young witch stood up and threw another bit of magic at her.

"Romembroe Ictarus!"

Verona didn't freeze, but she fell back and started shivering, gasping for breath.

"W – what did y – you do to m – m – me!"

The witch got up and ran away as fast as she could, which was really slow with that freezing charm on her. Amaya watched, falling back into the water. She looked down and realized that the arm on her robe was ripped, and some of the material was stained red. But that wasn't what was bothering her…

Why had Verona attacked her? She had made it sound as though they had been fighting over Tom…

"Verona has pretty crappy duelling skills…"

Amaya turned and pointed her wand at the speaker, but soon lowered it as she saw that it was just Tom.

"You saw that?"

"Only a fraction." The wizard replied, helping her up.

He whipped out his wand and summoned a small fire on the sand, which almost immediately dried her. He started to check her over, and then noticed her arm.

"That's a pretty deep gash," he said, "I should take you to the hospital wing…"

"No!" Amaya sneezed, suddenly feeling faint, "I'm fine! I just want to go back to the common room…"

She wobbled a little, but Tom grabbed her shoulders, to keep her steady. Blood rushed to her face, but not out of embarrassment. Was she catching a fever? Everything was starting to spin.

"I just want to go back to the common room…" she repeated, "I just want to go back…to…"

A violent coughing fit wracked through her, and she found herself thinking, 'Oh come on! You idiot! You can't catch a fever that quickly!' She felt herself swaying again, and then being lifted off of the ground.

"Here," Tom said, "I think I should take you to the hospital wing."

"No!" Amaya gasped, "I can walk! I can walk to the common room!"

Everything spun together and she grabbed the front of what she thought to be her friend's robes, trying feebly to push him away. She felt very faint.

"Okay…it's okay…" she heard, "I'll bring you to the common room. Everyone will probably be asleep, anyway.

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Tom set Amaya down on a cushiony sofa, sitting in the armchair beside her. What the hell had Verona been talking about! He was not hers! He wasn't anybody's!

BUT, more importantly, he had to heal the wound on this little witch. Scanning his memories for any possible memories of white magic, he healed the cut, but couldn't remember a spell to clean up blood, or mend a robe.

Pulling his armchair up to the head of the sofa, he took a long look at Amaya's face, wondering what the hell he had gotten himself into. He kept talking to this girl…kept seeing her…watching her…how come he couldn't stop thinking of her?

He had even tried avoiding her, damn it! But everywhere he went, he ended up seeing her! But nothing bad had happened…his plans still carried through…

If there were no consequences, then maybe, just maybe, he'd let himself trust this girl…

Amaya stirred and her eyes opened halfway, her cheeks still flushed. She seemed a little sleepy, as it was so late.

"Tom…" she whispered, "You brought me to the common room."

Tom leaned forward, as he could barely hear her.

"It's what you wanted…"

"Thank you…" she said, "but you should go to bed…"

He couldn't take her up to her dorm room, and if this was his…his friend, then he shouldn't – no – wouldn't leave her down here alone. He would stay here for a little bit longer. After all, he had the time. It was Friday, so he had nothing to worry about.

"No, it's alright. I'm not tired."

Amaya smiled, and Tom felt himself do the same. Her smile was contagious…

Suddenly, she let out a few coughs, afterwards saying, "I think I've just gotten a cold…I could just stay here and wait it out. You should go to bed, though, or you'll catch it."

Tom simply replied, "I'm not leaving. And, besides, I've never been sick in my entire life."

"If you're sure…"

That's when the Slytherin noticed something. She was concerned…about him…No one had ever…ever been concerned about him in his entire life. It felt good…he felt happy, almost.

He liked this girl. He wanted to see more of her from now on…

Tom tensed up and felt blood rushing to his face. Her innocence was rubbing off on him.

ANDTHESNOWSBRIGHTERTHANUSUAL

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