The Gryffindor 6th years waited outside the classroom, excited to meet their new teacher. When the door opened, three students hurried past everyone else to sit in the front, eagerly picking up their books and, with hopeful faces, their wands. Not too long afterwards, the girl who the rumors said to be everything from Snape's secret lover to a student who hadn't got full marks, Sarah Trotter, entered. She sat down behind her desk and with a "Good morning." The class echoed with

"Good morning, Professor Trotter." She looked up. "You seem alert to be sixteen year olds in the first class of the day." Hermione raised her hand. "Yes?"

"Professor Umbridge wanted us to answer her that way, Professor Trotter." Sarah looked thoughtful

"Umbridge? Umbridge...as in Dolores Umbridge?" The class nodded. "You've had Toadface?"

Ron snickered at the mean, but very fitting, nickname. Hermione looked baffled that a teacher could express like that and the rest of the class looked taken aback.

"Well, maybe that was a bit off. Let's begin with the lesson. I am Sarah Trotter and I prefer to be called Sarah instead of Professor Trotter. This term will, thanks to me, probably be the hardest in your life since you are a very special class. This is the only class at Hogwarts where everyone was in D.A., therefore I will teach you things no other class at Hogwarts will learn." She put emphasis on the last part of the sentence and looked out over the room. "But what I tell you will not leave this room, is that understood?" Hesitantly they all nodded. "Good. I will teach how to meet your worst enemy: fear. To face it, you will have to be brave, have faith in yourself and preferably be better at dueling than the opponent. To solve all these thing at once, I will teach you wandless magic."

A buzz went through the room and Ron said "But that's impossible!"

"No, it's not," Sarah replied and took out a wand from her robes. She let it rest in her palm and calmly watched as it rose in the air, spun around before slowly floating towards Ron and sailed down to rest on his desk. He struggled to close his mouth and Sarah held out her hand and the wand zoomed into it.

"Is there someone in here who does not believe that wandless magic exist?" No one answered and Hermione raised her hand once again. "Isn't it impossible to learn how to do wandless magic?"

Sarah sighed and said "Like me? Yes. But you are able to learn a few spells; I will teach you Accio, Lumos and Expelliarmus. More is impossible."

"So you haven't learned how to do it?" Dean Thomas spoke up.

"No, I'm born with it. I've been able to this since I was three years old."

Hermione looked up sharply and said, "But then you have to be..." Sarah interrupted her.

"Let's get started." An hour and a half later the class was dismissed. And the students went out feeling rather hopeless. Sarah had made them sit the entire lesson wishing for light.

"Bloody lunatic she is," Ron commented as the trio collected their things.

"No she isn't," Hermione replied. "The base for wandless magic is the practiser's will for it to happen. Sarah is not doing anything different from us. She willed the wand to move after her wishes just as we are now wishing for light to appear."

"Still a waste of time. Nothing happened!"

"How can you expect something to happen? Wandless magic is the most complex magic, we're lucky if we'll see a little spark before our graduation." Ron huffed and Harry spoke up

"I think it was a good lesson. We sure need to learn this. Dumbledore wouldn't have told Sarah to teach us this if he didn't think we'd need it." His friends shut up and nodded at his point.

"Mr. Potter, Ms. Granger and Mr. Weasley, will you please stay for a moment?" They turned and faced the young, beautiful teacher. Harry hadn't reflected over her appearance, more than it was so very familiar. Now he noticed that she was actually as breathtakingly pretty as all boys in the Gryffindor Tower had said last night.

She had dark grey eyes and long, blonde hair in a braid that reached beneath her back, high cheekbones and a cute expressive mouth. Her body was classically hourglass shaped and Harry understood why all his male classmates had been in time for her lesson. It was weird, but he didn't feel attracted to her beauty only drawn to her out of curiousness.

"Mr. Potter I have a task for you: I would like you start D.A. again. You have permission from Professor Dumbledore and are allowed to use the Room of Requirement again. There is only one thing I would like to ask for... I want you to teach the students wandless magic." Harry looked surprised; this was not what he had expected.

"Why?"

"There are more students in this school who needs to learn how to protect themselves and I believe that you have picked trustworthy people." Harry couldn't help feeling proud, but he had one last objection.

"But I don't know myself how to perform wandless magic. I can't possibly teach someone else."

"Therefore I ask you to let me assist you." Ron and Hermione were silently hoping that Harry would agree quickly; there was nothing that had cheered their friend up like a D.A. meeting.

"Alright," Harry said and eager plans were already forming in his head.

"Settled then! Now if could speak to Ms. Granger alone..." Harry and Ron left to wait for Hermione outside the door. Several minutes later, Hermione came out and the boys asked her what she and Sarah had been talking about.

"Oh, she had heard that I was a rather eager student and wondered if I'd like extra work." She hated to lie to her friends but a promise was a promise.

"And you didn't accept, did you?" Ron said looking as if he feared the answer.

"Of course I did!" Hermione exclaimed, looking annoyed. Harry watched his friend intently. Something was telling him that Hermione either wasn't telling the whole truth or lied.

The term carried on in a haze of homework, lessons, and, for some, D.A. meetings. It was early in November when Ginny came into her and Malfoy's meeting room and found him staring grimly out at the frosty grounds.

"What is it?" she asked as she cast the needed charms on the door.

"He has given the position of Minister of Magic to someone else. Voldemort needed him."
"Who is it?" Ginny said and joined him by the window.

"Some weak Death Eater. Totally in the Dark Lord's leading strings." She sat down heavily.

"I couldn't find out anything out about what happened to the Aurors at Opacus..."
"They're still there. The Order couldn't break the wards." He glanced at her; he had expected her to slump in her chair or sigh as she usually did but there was no reaction. She was totally still.

"Are we actually helping? Are we doing anything? We sit here and send your father's reports to Dumbledore but it is so little. The people who should do something, the Ministry, for example, aren't doing anything! They're frozen after realizing the Dark Lord is back. I feel so completely worthless." Draco watched the girl that even he had to acknowledge as very brave where she sat staring out in space with the same expressionless eyes he always wore.

"Do you think I would waste my time? Together with you Weasley?" She seemed to cheer up a bit and a slow smile grew in her face.

"No, of course not! What an absurd thought, Draco Malfoy wasting his time!"

"Are you making fun of me, Weasel?" he asked with narrowed eyes. In a very convincing imitation of himself, she leaned back in her chair and smirked.

"Yes," she drawled. Ginny enjoyed his sour face a bit before letting the act go and her eyes turn serious. Now she had gotten a little revenge on him for taking twenty points off from Gryffindor because of her. Okay, that wasn't it, but because he had made her feel so terribly stupid.

"Whom is he giving the job to?"

"Douglas Goyle. Gregory's uncle, whose just as dimwitted." He was now facing her and she moved a little bit nervous with having all of his attention turned on her. Was he expecting some sort of comment?

"Oh..." He waved his hand impatiently.

"What is it, Weasley? You're worried about something and it's not the Aurors." Now Ginny slumped and said uncomfortably: "Well, I...I have a feeling that Sarah Trotter knows something...She keeps looking weird at me in classes and at D.A. meetings..." Draco, of course, knew about D.A., he had last term, too, but he couldn't turn them in since Ginny was with them and an expelled partner was a bad partner so he had had to keep his mouth shut even if he itched to get Potter out of the school. And Ginny had taught him everything she learned. Draco had known most of it, but when he couldn't he did his best only to beat Harry. "I caught her yesterday at dinner staring at me..."
"Maybe she has a crush on you?" Ginny knew that he was thinking hard behind the amused face of his. She knew that he took her seriously. "Have you told her anything?"

"Of course not!"

"Well, if you're able to do wandless magic the way she is, you can be sure that her talents do not stop there. There is a possibility that she can sense that you're lying. But know the whole truth...No." He looked thoughtful. Ginny couldn't help but watch him; he seldom wore any expression but his superior smirk. He was very much the mean prat he was said to be, but Ginny knew that he was growing more tired of his role by every day. Not that he wanted to be all kind and hand out candy, sending all his money to charity, or shake hands with people who were not pure-blooded, but he had matured far too much during the years to be an ignorant prat all the time. Secretly, she pitied him for the life he had led. But he didn't want her pity so she never said anything about it, just did her job and didn't whine. But some things that he had told her, made her physically ill. The secret dungeons beneath Malfoy Mansion where Lucius held prisoners, how he sometimes lifted the silencing charm so he could hear the prisoners who were more dead than alive beg for mercy, how Draco some nights had to go to sleep with their muffled, terrified screams penetrating through his door.

All the traps that surrounded the house that had killed so many innocent people who passed... She admired him greatly for every holiday return to that hell and be able to carry on. She would of course never tell him that, they were nothing more than strictly partners in work.

Draco looked up at Ginny and saw that she seemed lost in thought. He watched her and it hit him that he never had looked at her closely before. She had red hair that curled slightly, a small nose, and large brown eyes. Eyes that held all the warmth in the world. It was a special light in them, a fire that burned for those who needed it...He shook his head at the mushy thought and let his eyes wander and appreciative took in the beginning curves and his skilled eye saw that there was a very beautiful woman to come. Potter saw her as a little girl? What did he have his ugly glasses for? They sure needed adjustment if he saw this girl as little. What was all Gryffindors bloody problem anyway?

"You know I'm starting to think that Sarah Trotter is a taken name. I can't find her in any of the scrap books from the years she was here." Ginny awoke him from his reverie.

"Have you double checked?" She nodded.

"Yeah. I used a spell Hermione taught me. You tap your wand on the book and say what you want to find. I've said Sarah Trotter over so many books that Madame Pince thinks I'm mad."

"Well if it is a taken name it's not likely you'll find her." Ginny raised an eyebrow at the stupid comment. "Check them yourself, maybe the spell don't work on the books."
"It does, I tried with another name but I'll check them out myself today." Draco nodded.

"Call on me as fast as you know anything." He didn't know why he said that; he didn't need to necessarily know anything about it fast.

"Okay." Then she went out. Draco stayed for a while and thought. He didn't know exactly what these meetings were to him he just knew that he was starting to enjoy Weasley's company. She had matured a lot since last year from the girl she had been who almost cried every time they got a new letter from his father. Now she was the partner he had believed she could be. It was not that he sought her company, but it felt rather good having someone who knew that it all was an act.

He rose and stepped out through the door as the usual Draco Malfoy who would never dream about even thinking what he just had.

Ginny sighed as she put out the well-known books on the table before her. The years printed in gold on the violet cover. Seven books, from 1971 to 1978. They were yearbooks, just as in muggle schools, but you didn't get one when you graduated, they were simply kept in the library, with only one copy a year. She sat down and swept her hair away from her eyes and picked up her wrinkled parchment from her earliest thoughts. She could just as well start from the beginning when Sarah Trotter was a taken name. But why is she in the registration book?

"Harry Potter is a key..." she begun to think aloud when the book in front of her opened (1975). She hadn't realized that her wand was lying upon the book. It opened on a blank page and as Ginny bent over it an invisible hand seemed to scribble. It said: Seek word: Harry Potter Matches: 2, for James Potter and Jane Potter.

Disappointed, she sunk back in her chair and thought of more seeking words. What featured Sarah Trotter? Wandless magic, long hair, Severus Snape, and Harry Potter. That was about all she knew about the young, mysterious professor. Tiredly, she lifted her wand and wondered if she could make the spell that found what you sought for, to extend the whole library...

"Wandless magic," she said with her wand lifted. All of the books in front of her opened and Ginny miserably thought that she must be the worst witch on Hogwarts. Not even able to do a simple seeking spell right. The book in front of her caught her attention. It was the volume of 1971. The name of Jane Potter appeared once again. Curious she said "Jane Potter picture!" She had read the name before; the first night in the library when she had went through the registration books. The book flipped through itself and stopped. Ginny almost forgot to breathe, in front of her a beautiful girl, so alike Sarah Trotter that it was ridiculous, sat on a bench. She fumbled after the call-galleon and warmed it in her hand, wiling it to type: The Library. Now.

Draco felt the galleon in his pocket grow hot and nonchalantly picked it up. He was in the middle of a fight with Weasel, Mudblood and Scarface but playing with a galleon was a rather pleasant way of teasing Weasel. The words on the coin made him sober though and his brain worked with a way to walk away from the Golden Trio and still keep his pride. He said some sort of insult (he didn't hear it himself) and turned his back on them. They would never hit him in the back, they were true Gryffindors. With a smirk, he walked briskly towards the library.

Ginny stared at the girl in the book who was sitting somewhere outside on the grounds, reading. She obviously didn't know that she was being observed. She wore a light, summer dress and her hair was braided, but some strands had escaped their fate and was blowing in the breeze. Now and then the girl absently pushed them out of the way. Suddenly she rose and walked out of the picture. A tad jealous, Ginny noted how gracefully Jane Potter moved. She could never walk like that; it was a kind of walk that made people part to let the person pass. A sort of self-confidence and natural grace that made you step away. It was the kind of respect a fairy tale king earned. As Ginny sat there she heard a familiar voice, full of scorn.

"Isn't it the littlest Weasel?" Ginny answered easily and rose, discretely motioning for him to follow. He waited a minute before he walked after, pretending to check the shelves. He found her in a dark corner and she started to explain what she had found out. Then she opened the book and showed him the picture.

"Wait, did you say her name was Jane Potter?"

"Yes?"

"Jane Potter was the latest Heir..." He saw her blank face. "The Heir is a descendant of the four founders, they are only born in the Potter family and the latest one was Jane Potter. She must have been...Scarface's aunt. The Heir can do wandless magic." Ginny looked exited.

"So Sarah could be Jane?" she asked, eager to solve the mystery.

"No, Jane Potter died in a battle against the Dark Lord 1981... She was 21 years old then...that means she, if she had lived, would be 36 years old." Ginny's heart cried for the young woman who had died so early.

"Couldn't she have had a daughter? Who inherited her powers?"

"No, Heirs are very rare, in a thousand years there have only been five," Draco remarked, his brain working hard to find a solution.

"How do you know?" The question was only curious.

"Have you never read Hogwarts: A History?"

'Was there anyone except for Hermione who had read that?' her brain yelled."Er...no."

Draco mumbled something about people who didn't know the slightest thing about where they spent seven years of their life. Ginny only rolled her eyes. "Maybe she's a memory?" Ginny had only told Draco briefly about the episode in her first year but he knew what she meant.

"No, the only possibilities are that someone uses Polyjuice Potion or..." He swallowed. "The Heirs got powers beyond our dreams...Or she is Jane Potter."

"Very good," a silky voice said. They spun around and faced Sarah Trotter.