Pasha lay silent, listening to the gentle snores of the girls in her dormitory. She checked her watch, her keen eyesight making out the hands: midnight. When she was absolutely sure they were asleep, she silently slipped out of bed and out the door.
Making her way down into the school grounds, she transformed. She bent over on all fours, her hands and feet becoming big paws. Sleek black fur covered her body as she loped in graceful strides towards the Forbidden Forest. Pasha loved going out at night. The darkness was her element. She loved the way the moon lit everything in a pale ghostly glow. She slipped into the shadow of the Forest, scenting now for Malfoy. She could smell the stench of his fear. He hadn't gone very deep into the forest as she instructed, but that couldn't be helped. She saw him standing awkwardly in the middle of a clearing, his pale blonde hair shone in the moonlight. Pasha growled, just to scare him. She saw Malfoy jump and look in her direction. She moved off to the side, away from the direction where Malfoy was staring. She transformed again, and came up from behind him.
"Boo."
She smiled as he jumped again, looking at her.
"What were you looking at?" she asked, acting interested.
"I think there's something out there," he said nervously.
"Don't worry Malfoy. Ill protect you."
Malfoy scowled. "So why aren't you in Slytherin?" he asked.
"I don't know." Pasha had been wondering about that ever since the sorting. She was sure that she would get into Slytherin; not that she particularly wanted to, but still, it was the most obvious one. The Dark Lord must have something to do with it. Maybe he had done something to get her into Gryffindor so she could get to Dumbledore.
"So, do you have a plan?" she continued.
"Why do I have to think of it? Why don't you?" he said, making it obvious that he had no idea what he was doing.
Pasha shrugged, "I don't know. my orders were just to help you."
"Well, I don't know either," He crossed his arms, sounding more and more like a five-year-old. "I'm not doing all of the work."
"Well, we need to get him vulnerable somehow. Without his wand."
"How do we do that?"
"I don't know. Just think on it," and with that, she turned and slipped back into the shadow.
This was harder than Pasha thought it would be. She thought that she would be able to come into Hogwarts, get her revenge, and be out of there at least by the first day- today. But nothing was ever as easy as it seemed. She hardly ever saw Dumbledore. He wasn't at breakfast, lunch or dinner. Probably locked up in his office or out on 'Order' business. She wondered what the Order was. Pasha had stayed back after class to see what the trio, Harry, Hermione, and Ron possibly had to say to a new teacher they had just met. And the conversation had turned out very interesting. They had called Professor Middleweek, 'Tonks' who was from the Order. Pasha assumed that Order was some kind of organization against the Dark Lord. They had probably sent her to guard Harry Potter. But they need not worry about Harry getting hurt, at least not yet. He was the Dark Lord's. It was Dumbledore that was going to need the protection.
Pasha transformed again, ignoring Malfoy who was calling for her to wait, as she made her way back to the castle.
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The fire blazed in the stone fireplace, warming them. Harry and Ron were in the middle of a heated game of wizards chess; and Ron was winning. Hermione was frantically searching through piles of notes, adding this and that onto her already metre long Herbology essay. The first two days of seventh year had been tough on them, almost as much as the first. All the teachers had given them a ton of homework, including Tonks.
"You really should do your homework now," Hermione advised them.
"Relax Hermione, we'll catch up on it later," said Ron in a laidback way.
"Well don't come crying to me for help when it all piles up," she said with a sniff.
Ron cheered when he realized he had all of Harry's pieces cornered. "Won again!"
Harry groaned.
"Loser gets to pack up," said Ron cheerfully as he got up.
Harry started to pick up the pieces when he saw Pasha climbing through the portrait hole.
"Hey Pasha. Wanna play?" he asked, pointing to the board.
"You want to play with…me?" she asked, confused.
"Yeah."
She came over and sat in the chair opposite his.
"So, how do you play?"
You mean, you don't know how to play chess?"
She shook her head. Harry saw a slight sadness in her eyes. He asked no more and started to teach her the rules. Pretty soon, she was getting the hang of it and even beating him in a few games. They were soon talking and laughing like they were the best of friends. Harry liked her laugh. It was a velvety chuckle, the kind that made you want to make them laugh again and again, just to hear it one more time.
Pasha yawned.
"Tired?" he asked her.
"Yeah, a little bit. I think I'll go up to bed now."
Harry was disappointed. He had wanted to spend a little more time with her.
"Ok then. Goodnight."
"I think I'll go up to," said Hermione, picking up her books.
"Night."
"So, I guess you guys are friends now?" said Ron when they disappeared upstairs.
"Yeah. Guess so," said Harry happily.
Note:That second bit of the story was skipping straight to the THIRD day of Hogwarts. the day after Pasha goes out to meet Malfoy. it says 'the first two days of school' because it means two days after the feast.
Anyways, please review! Cant you see im desperate?