Yeah, I know this took ages and ages to update, but I've been writing a different fic... this one kind of got forgotten about. But here is it, at last, Wednesday!


Hermione followed the owner of the diary down the corridor after Potions. She waited until nobody else was around before speaking in a clear voice.

"Odi et amo," Malfoy turned to face Hermione, an amused expression on his face. She continued. "I love and I hate,"

"Catullus 85," Malfoy said with a brief nod.

"The epitome of your life,"

Malfoy paled and he froze in place. Hermione walked up to him and held out the diary, which he snatched off her.

"Where did you find it?" he hissed, recoiling slightly.

"I didn't, Harry and Ron did," if it was possible, Malfoy's face lost even more colour. "But they didn't understand. And I'm not going to tell them."

"Why not?" Malfoy spat. "Your little buddies know everything else,"

"I'm trusting that you know what you mean. I don't think I understand what that's all about," she pointed to the diary clutched in his Seeker's hands, "but I'm guessing you'll act upon it, rather than brooding like a ten-year-old. If it's important, at least. If it's not, you won't say anything, so there's no reason to tell them. I don't go out of my way to spite you, Malfoy,"

"Why should I trust you?" Malfoy asked sceptically.

"Because you have no other choice."

Malfoy bit his lip. That much was true. But he still didn't understand. Wasn't the Mudblood meant to be going out with the Weasel? But then, why did she not tell him? And what was to stop her running right off now? And why did she not tell Potter?

"I suppose you're right. I don't know if you did tell them, and Obliviating you won't undo what's already done. Well thank you for returning it at least. It wouldn't do to have other people prying in here." He mused. He glanced at Granger and noticed that she was staring at him. "You look gormless like that, close you mouth." He snapped.

"It's just… you thanked me." She said in disbelief. He scowled at her.

"Don't tell anyone or I'll wipe it from your memory," he sneered and stalked down the corridor to Defence.


"Today we will be starting work on Dark Detectors. Apparently Dark Creatures were a bit too hard for you at this stage –" Maude cast Malfoy a nervous glance and he glared right back. "– so the Headmaster decided we had better look at something a little less intimidating."

"Miss, there isn't anything in the textbook we've got about Dark Detectors." Granger said as she raised her hand. Malfoy stared at her. The girl had actually read the textbook? He had only opened it once, for the last lesson.

"Indeed. Mr Thomas, would you be kind enough to go to the staffroom and ask anyone who's there to get you the books about Dark Detectors? They'll know what you mean." She made a shooing gesture when Thomas didn't move. "Go on, get going!"

Malfoy watched the boy with detached interest as he wandered out of the room, grumbling. Maude cleared her throat with a sharp cracking noise and drew the class's attention back to her, as they had begun talking as soon as the slight disturbance had taken place. She walked over to the front desk and pulled a white sheet off an object with a rather unnecessary flourish.

It was about the size of a football. The base was flat and there were random spikes sticking out over the sectioned surface. She leant over and pressed a button; there was a whirring and the top opened up, revealing something that looked rather like a cricket ball. She plucked that from the main object and held it in the palm of her hand.

It zoomed out of it and shot straight for Potter.

Malfoy's wand was out before he had time to think, the spell was muttered before Granger had her wand out and the ball destroyed before Potter could yell.

This time, he managed to refrain from yelling at her, but only because Weasley beat him to it.

"Are you trying to get Harry killed?" he bellowed. "That's the second time this week you've nearly hurt him!"

Maude paled and hastily covered the object, at which point Thomas reappeared, arms laden with heavy-looking books. She took them from him and waved her wand. They flew out to each of the students and all opened to page two hundred and three.

"I want you to take notes on the 'Oscillating Sphere'. I want it handing in at the end of the lesson or else you'll have it for homework." She warned, though few people took it seriously. Most got out quills and parchment, wrote the title then started doodling, doing work for other classes, or just chatting. For some unknown reason, Maude didn't seem to realise that nobody was doing any work.

Malfoy looked around. None of his friends were anywhere around, there was just him in this half of the room. And he was hardly likely to start talking to Potter or Granger, and certainly not that Weasley. So he pulled his wand out.

Harry's attention wavered as he noticed the desk Zabini was sat at jerk. Zabini stared at it in shock, obviously trying to comprehend what was happening. Harry looked around but couldn't see anyone messing around. He was about to turn back to Hermione when Maude shrieked as the windows banged open and rain swept into the classroom.

"Goodness! What on earth is happening?" she cried, trying futilely to close the windows.

"It's probably Peeves, Miss." Harry suggested, hit with sudden inspiration. "He's always doing stuff like that."

Maude cast him a fearful glance that clearly said she had no idea what he was talking about but didn't like the sound of it regardless.

"Peeves is the poltergeist," Dean offered. "The other teachers are used to him. The only people he listens to are the Bloody Baron and sometimes Dumbledore."

All of a sudden the windows slammed shut, sending shards of glass flying everywhere. The room fell silent. Looking rather flustered, Maude cast Reparo on the glass and adjusted her robes before turning back to the class.

"Right, well now that Peas has gone, I think you can all –"

She was cut off as her front desk slowly rose about an inch off the ground. Fighting back a grin, Harry pulled out his own wand and joined in with the other person.

Malfoy was shocked, to say the least, when he saw Potter draw his own wand. It wasn't what he had expected the Gryffindor to do. But secretly, he was amused. It would be easier to annoy Maude with two of them doing it.

He flicked his wand under the desk and the tables on the left side of the room suddenly shifted forward a few inches. Catching on, Potter did the same with the right side of the room. They moved the desks gradually closer to the front, much to the amusement of the students and the surprise of the teacher. Malfoy made a few of them snap at her for effect.

By this point the students were standing at the back of the room, giving the desks room to manoeuvre. They closed in around her and were about to start hitting her when she screamed and the door slammed open to reveal a very irate McGonagall.

Malfoy's wand was back in his pocket in a flash, and he saw with relief that Potter was equally astute. The desks stopped flapping at Maude and fell still. The room was silent.

The Deputy Headmistress stormed furiously into the room and with a swish of her wand the desks flew back to their original position. She glowered at the students before turning to Maude.

"What on earth is going on here?" she hissed.

"Peas was interfering with the class." Maude stuttered, still looking warily at the desks as though she expected them to leap at her any moment. Malfoy smirked. With the small amount of wandless magic he had learned over the holiday, he managed to cast a weak Expelliarmus on one desk. It shot away from him (coincidentally straight for Maude) and hit the wall beside her with a crash, splintering into small bits. McGonagall stared at it.

"I'm afraid I haven't a clue what you're talking about." She said sternly.

"But… but they said it was Peas! They said he was a poltergeist!"

"Oh you mean Peeves. Well then yes, I suppose it probably was. He does do that sort of thing quite often to new teachers."

Malfoy could have sworn she gave Potter a half-smile. He was shocked. Was she actually advising him to continue? But… wasn't that against the rules?

"Oh and Mr. Malfoy?"

Malfoy's head snapped up to look at McGonagall.

"Yes?"

"The Headmaster will see you after your lessons in his office."

Ignoring a curious glance from Potter, Malfoy gathered his belongings into his bag as the bell went and left the room, heading off to the Great Hall for lunch.


"I hate it." He grumbled as his head dropped onto his arms at the Slytherin table. Pansy poked his shoulder.

"What do you hate?" she asked in a simpering voice. "Is it those Gryffindors again?"

"No," Malfoy snapped, shooing her hand away. "Just everything in general." He contented himself with charming a selection of peas and sweetcorn so that they attacked each other on the barren landscape of his plate.

"You don't hate me, do you?" Pansy sounded hurt. Malfoy sneered at her.

"I hate everyone, Pansy. Don't feel special."

"Fine then! I'll be going!" she responded huffily.

"You do that." Malfoy watched intently as a group of sweetcorns took some peas hostage behind their fort created out of mashed potato. Pretending to be extremely interested in the legion of peas sneaking around the sweetcorn's left flank, he waited impatiently for Pansy to complete her dramatic exit.

"Aren't you going to eat them?" Nott asked once Pansy had gone, indicating t his armies. Malfoy waited until two sweetcorn successfully lured a bunch of peas into a puddle of gravy and drowned them before answering.

"No. I don't like sweetcorn."

"There's plenty else to eat."

"I'm not hungry."

"You're never hungry."

"Nicely observed."

"You never eat."

"Wonderfully noticed."

"You'll make yourself ill."

"I'll risk it."

"You're skinny enough as it is."

"Just leave it!"

Zabini looked shocked at Malfoy's sudden outburst and for a second Malfoy almost regretted it, but then decided that the other boy decided it. Served him right for prying in other people's business. He stood and left without saying anything and stormed off down to the dorms to wallow in self-pity until the bell rang and he was forced to trudge down to that ridiculous class taught by the giant.

The sweetcorn surrendered as the peas took over their mashed potato fort.


"Right. Today we're going to be looking at something completely new. I doubt many of yer will have seen one of these before, but Professor Dumbledore said it would be a good idea for yer all to see one." Hagrid said loudly down beside his hut after lunch. Malfoy stifled a yawn as Hagrid led them around the side of his hut to reveal the mystery creature.

It was a phoenix.

"This 'ere's Fawkes." Hagrid said proudly. "He belongs to the Headmaster. Now, what can you tell me about phoenixes, anybody?"

"They die every two months and are reborn from the ashes." Granger said promptly.

"Tha's right Hermione. Five points. Anyone else?"

"Their tail feathers are used in wands." Attempted Weasley.

"Right again. Take another five points. Any more?"

"Their tears will heal almost any wound. They'll bring you back from the edge of death." Malfoy said quietly, but everybody heard. They all looked at him, some bored, others confused. Hagrid didn't look as though he knew what to do.

"Correct Malfoy. Now, I think that's about it. I certainly can't think of any more important things. Now, get your textbooks out and turn to page twenty-three. I want you to have a quick read, then I'll let you all come up and have a stroke if you want."

Malfoy tugged his book out of his bag and flicked to page twenty-three. There was a drawing of a phoenix there (though not nearly as splendid as Fawkes) and a list of the properties and how to take care of a phoenix. The usual stuff, really.

"Right, once yer have all read the page, form a line over against the wall of my house and you can come up one at a time to 'ave a closer look."

Malfoy walked over to the hut and joined the line behind Potter. The Gryffindor turned his head almost imperceptibly.

"Will he recognise you?" he whispered, so quietly that he almost missed it. He answered with an affirmative nod, which Potter acknowledged with a slight inclination of his own messy head of hair.

"Will it bite me?" asked a Hufflepuff at the front of the line. Malfoy saw Potter roll his eyes.

"Not, he won't." Hagrid replied firmly. "He'd never do that."

"Same way that a Hippogriff won't attack you, I'll bet. Just stay away and you're fine." Malfoy muttered sullenly. Potter's mouth quirked ever so slightly.

Harry stepped away from Fawkes's perch and moved back to the clear patch of grass where the people who had already seen Fawkes were stood. He watched as Malfoy walked up to Fawkes and reached out a hand. The phoenix moved his head into it, encouraging Malfoy to stroke him. Harry could have sworn he saw the ghost of a smile on Malfoy's lips.


"I was just wondering what I should do now." Malfoy explained. Madame Pomfrey huffed a little then ordered him to take his shirt off. He caught sigh of himself in a mirror and winced. He really was too skinny. Pity he couldn't do much about that at the moment.

"I'll take it off now." Pomfrey said briskly. "It's healed as much as it will do with magic. You'll just have to leave it to nature now."

With a wave of her wand, the bloodied bandages that had been wound around his stomach and disposed of them.

"You'll have to take it easy for the next few days. It's still delicate and it will most certainly rupture if you do anything too physical."

"What about Quidditch?"

Pomfrey gave him a reproachful glance.

"I wouldn't advise it."

"But I've got the trials tomorrow! I need to be there! I'm captain!"

"So long as you don't do too much flying, I don't see why it would be a problem. Now go."

Malfoy shrugged his shirt back on and slung his bag over his shoulder, doing up the buttons as he passed down the corridor and out of the Hospital Wing. Passing Potter as he made his way down to the dungeons, he inclined his head slightly by means of greeting, and was shocked to see Potter smile in response. It was only a split second, but it was enough


Work spread out haphazardly across the Gryffindor table, Harry bit his lip and sifted through the pages to find one of the research pages. It slid off the table and onto the floor. He bent down to pick it up and someone pushed him, causing him to fall in a rather ungraceful manner straight onto the floor. He glared up at Ron.

"That's not funny" he admonished, climbing back up onto the bench, research sheet in hand. Ron peered at the large sheet and screwed up his freckled face in a frown.

"What are you doing?"

"Potions. I need it done for Friday. He set it on Monday, but I didn't listen when he told us it would take a lot of time. I guess now I'm paying for it."

"Indeed." Drawled a voice. "I had mine finished by last night."

Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

"Please can I look at it?"

"What do I get in return?" Malfoy asked suspiciously.

"Um… what do you want?"

"I'll think of something. But if I give you it, you have to promise not to go back on the deal," he smirked. Harry nodded his head slowly.

"All right then." He said, and stuck his hand out. Struck by the irony of the simple gesture, he smiled slightly to himself as Malfoy shook his hand.

"Here you go."

Malfoy produced a thick wad of sheet from nowhere and dumped them on the Gryffindor table. The table shook. Harry groaned.

"This is going to take forever, isn't it?" he asked helplessly. Malfoy smirked.

"Oh yes. You're going to regret the day you took Potions for NEWTs." He turned on his heel and left the Hall. Harry sighed heavily and reached over to Malfoy's project. He hesitated when he noticed Ron gaping.

"What?" he asked defensively. Ron closed his mouth for a second before speaking.

"What the hell was that all about?"

"What?"

"You and Malfoy. You were practically nice to each other! And he let you borrow his work! The ferret let you look at it!"

"At a price," Harry corrected, shuffling through the work.

"You're mental," Ron said with an odd finality that Harry was glad of. Shrugging rather than replying, he bent over Malfoy's project and got to work.


Malfoy was hardly expecting it when Zabini came into their room later that night, looking very confused, convinced he was hallucinating and that it wasn't physically possible for Potter to be at the Slytherin Wall asking for Malfoy. Hiding his smirk at the other boy's confusion, Malfoy rolled off his bed and walked out across the common room to the wall. He stepped outside into the corridor, but Potter was not there. Instead, his Potions work sat in a neat pile on the floor. With a wry smile he picked it up and took it back into his dorm.
"Ah, Mr. Malfoy. Do take a seat."

Malfoy crossed the circular room and sat down in the armchair that had appeared beside the desk. Dumbledore smiled at him cryptically, receiving a glare for his efforts, and waved his hand over a bowl of sweets. They changed from sherbet lemons to something black.

"Liquorice, Mr. Malfoy?"

Malfoy was sorely tempted, but decided to be contrary just for fun.

"No thank you sir," he declined politely. Dumbledore gave him what could have been a very small shrug, and leant back in his chair, peering at the Slytherin over the top of his glasses.

"I have something that I need to ask you, Mr. Malfoy," he began solemnly. Malfoy leaned forward slightly, biting his lip in apprehension. Dumbledore glanced at the clock on the wall before continuing. "Would you a cup of tea?"

"What?"

"I asked if you would like a cup of tea."

"Oh… no, thank you. I don't drink hot drinks."

"I have another question. Would you like to hear it?"

"Yes, rather," Malfoy said shortly, already tired of the old man's games. He crossed his arms over his chest and harrumphed.

"How would you like to have private training in which you will learn to harness and control your wandless magic?"

"I'm sorry?"

"It's not normal, I will admit that – it is extremely rare that wandless magic starts manifesting before seventh year, and even then most people have left before it happens. But you are clearly an exception to the rule. If you should agree to the training, I shall have two different teachers doing the practice with you. You may choose one."

"Snape." Malfoy said automatically. Dumbledore gave him a slight smile.

"That's Professor Snape, Mr. Malfoy. And I get to choose your other instructor – I think I'll pick Professor Flitwick. He's accustomed you such occurrences."

"So when will this training be?"

"Once a week on a day that will fit into both you and your instructors' schedules. I assume you are familiar with the Room of Requirement?"

"Yes."

"Then that is where your training will take place. I trust you are not busy tonight?"

"No, sir."

"In that case, I should think that you can start straight away. It does not do good for wandless magic to grow out of control before it can be reined in. It needs to be dealt with as soon as possible."

Struck by a sudden horrific thought, Malfoy frowned.

"You're not going to take it away, are you?"

"Your magic?" Dumbledore asked, equally surprised. He shook his head with a small laugh. "No, certainly not. We are just going to teach you how to use it constructively. Well, if that's all sorted, I think that you should be at the Room of Requirement in an hour. That should give you enough time, shouldn't it? I shall inform all your other teachers why you haven't had time to do all your homework. You are dismissed."

Slightly lost for words, Malfoy stood and walked over to the door. He was opening it when Dumbledore spoke again. His head was bent over some paperwork.

"Oh, and there will be another students attending training alongside you. He's already had some training, so his control is more substantial than yours." Dumbledore looked up, a twinkle in his eye that could only meant one thing.

"It's Potter, isn't it?"


"Malfoy!" Potter said in shock as the Slytherin stepped into the Room of Requirement at seven o'clock. Malfoy simply glared at him – trust Potter to get his wandless magic ebfore everyoen else. And trust him to have really poewrful wandless magic.

"When are Snape and Flitwick getting here?"

"I don't know," Potter replied, shrugging and sitting on a beanbag on the floor. "Dumbledore just said to come at seven. He didn't tell me you would be here though."

"Yeah well, he also decided to tell me after I'd agreed to come. Well, not technically, but he did have that look in his eye."

"Which look?"

"The look he reserves for you."

Malfoy sauntered over to the far wall and looked out of the window. The rain was pelting the glass softly, leaving streaks that reached down to the sill and crept in through a small crack at the bottom. Curious, Malfoy raised his hand and held it over the crack, fingers extended. Concentrating with everything he could on 'Reparo', he squeezed his eyes shut and focused on the glass. But when he opened his eyes again, the water was still dripping in. He sighed dejectedly, and jumped when Potter's hand reached past him and grabbed his, holding it out for him.

"Don't strain yourself," he said quietly and pressed Malfoy's hand between his and the cold glass. "Just clear your mind and repair it."

Malfoy took a deep breath and wiped his mind blank, like he would for Occlumency, and whispered 'Reparo' in his head. The glass beneath his hand grew warm and looking closely he could see a faint white glow from between his palm and the window. Potter released his hand and Malfoy let his drop. The glass was smooth and unbroken

"That's weird." Malfoy observed as Potter stepped away and sat back down on the beanbags, long legs sprawled out before him. He looked up questioningly.

"What is?"

"That. Whenever I used wandless magic before, it as when I was really angry or scared, or just feeling threatened. I wasn't calm at all."

Potter shrugged.

"I guess involuntray magic is triggered by different things than the stuff you do on purpose." He sugegsted. Malfoy gave the grounds one last glanceand gave the beanbags a suspicious look. Potter raised an eyebrow.

"Don't tell me you've never sat on one before." Malfoy shook his head and stepepd up to it. "You're just a stuck-up snob, you are."

"And you're a plebeian. You'll get over it."

He lowered himself onto a banbags and yelped as it sank down further, positively ensconcign him in material. He struggled for a minute before pausing for breath and riskign a glance at Potter. He was smirking. Which was perfectly excusable Malfoy was half-sat, half-buried in a beanbag, hair all over the place and red in the face.

"That's not funny." The Slytherin complained as he managed to pull himself out of the hollow and sit in an almost civilised fashion. "I bet you would have messed up if you'd tried to eat a full dinner at a function. You'd probably use the wrong cutlery."

"Yes, probably." Potter conceded, and shuffled to practically slump. Malfoy eyed him critically and sighed. He started when the door opened.

"Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Potter, glad you could join us," Snape said sarcastically. "I hope you know that the only pleasure I take in being here each week will be to see you fail so miserably. I want to make sure that you know I had no choice whatsoever in whether or not I participated. Apparently I have you to thank for tat, Malfoy." Snape shot him a glare that he deflected easily. The Potions Master's glares just didn't work on him anymore. "Now, to my great annoyance, Professor Flitwick was injured by an over-enthusiastic third-year this afternoon and is currently in the Hospital Wing having his feet and hands reattached to his body. Which leaves me with you two to deal with all by myself. So I'll be clear with you – if you don't put any effort in, I will make sure that you no longer continue this training, no matter how imprtant the Headmaster belivees it ot be."

Malfoy couldn't help but notic that Potter went particularly stiff as Snape said this. The man smiled at him cruelly and stalked over ot the far wall. Potter and Malfoy stood up and waited to be instructed.

"Potter. I've been told you can already do very simple spells. Show me what."

Potter moved into the middle of the room and glanced at the teacher.

"Are there any specific ones?"

"Just do it."

With a barely perceptible growl of irritance, Potter raised his hand. Malfoy caught sigh of the faint glow and a secodn later a fire burst up on a pile of logs that the Room had provided. Hebanished it with a wave of his hand, thenAccio'ed a cushion from the other side of the room. Oince he had the cushion, he levitated it and changed it into a rabbit.

"So you've done simple charms and some Transfiguration. Interesting." Snape remarked. "A bit shoddy, but we can work on that. Mr Malfoy. You haven't had any trainign prior to this, have you?"

"No sir."

"What can you do?"

"If I get particularly angry or scared or anything like that, I make things happen. There doesn't seem to be any relevance to what happens though. It's just random things."

"Like blowing a hole in the school grounds?"

Malfoy blushed.

"Yeah, like that, and flipping McGonagall off her feet. Actually I tend to make things explode. Is that normal?"

"Not unlike Potter here, 'normal' has never been a word I would use to describe you," Snape said airily, and took out his wand. "Tarantallegra."

Malfoy jerked as the hex hit him, bracing himself for the feel of it, and his ffet automatically started moving. Snape took the hex off.

"Block it. Tarantallegra."

Again, his feet shot off of their own accord, completely against his wishes.

"I said block it!"

"You're not telling him how!"

Snape lowered his wand and turned slowly to stare at Potter, who was in turn glaring at the Potions Master.

"Are you questioning my teaching methods, Potter?"

"I'm not questioning them. I'm just saying that you yell at people because they can't do something, but you don't help them. You just expect them to be able to do it and but when they can't you don't tell them how!"

Malfoy watched Potter carefully. He seemed to be getting riled, but why? Or was this something different? Perhaps what Granger was asking him about in Defence the first day back? He suddenly noticed that Potter's hand was glowing faintly.

"Potter!" he shouted suddenly. Potter turned to look at him, and his eyes were slightly wild. He blinked and his eyes refocused.

"What just happened, Potter?" Snape prompted, looking a bit too eager.

"Um… I was getting angry and my wandless magic was coming. I think."

"Yes it was." Malfoy confirmed. Snape shot him a look.

"How do you know?"

"Our hands glow a bit when the magic's about to come. I noticed it, and stopped him before he could blow you up or something. But I do agree with him, loathe as I am to admit it." He swore Potter's mouth quirked slightly. "You need to tell me how to block it. I don't know how, and just hitting with the curse over and over isn't going to help me."

Snape snarled and pointed his wand at Potter.

"Block. Legilimens."

Potter jerked, but Malfoy saw the faint glow and the spell rippled away, leaving Potter looking out of breath and angry, but defiant as well.

"You see. I have been practising."

Snape was eyeing the Gryffindor curiously. He seemed to remember Malfoy' presence and started suddenly.

"That will have to be enough for the night. I expect you both here the same time next week. Lateness will be punished. Also try and practise. It will not do you any harm."

He billowed out of the room, leaving a confused Slytherin and satisgfied Gryffindor.

"What was that all about?"

Potter turned to him.

"He's been teaching me Occlumency since last year. I've finally learned how to block him. The look on his face was priceless."

"He's teaching you Occlumency?"

"Yeah, Dumbledore's orders. The little speech he gave at the beginning was kind of aimed at me."

"Why was he talking about cancelling the lessons?"

"Because last year I accidentally had a trip into his Pensieve. He hasn't forgiven me for it yet."

Sensing that he wasn't going to get any more out of the other boy. Malfoy nodded and checked his wand before leaving the room. He heard Potter close the door behind him, and he started walking down the corridor towards the dungeons. He could hear Potter walking in the opposite direction, but then his footsteps stopped, so Malfoy paused as well.

"Goodnight, Malfoy."

He covered his shock and replied before the other boy mistook his silence for contempt and stalked off.

"Goodnight, Potter."


Are they being too nice too soon? I don't want this to be one of those fics where suddenly they're all buddy-buddy and bob's your uncle. Tell me if you think I'm going too quickly. ie, REVIEW!

Please review...

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Oh for anyone who's interested, the full Catullus 85 translates as "I love and I hate. You may ask how this can be. I do not know, but it is a very real feeling and it tortures me."

I can't remember the full Latin, but I should think you'll be able to find it on the internet if you're that interested.

PS I just sorted out that terrible mistake in the last bit (Harry & Malfoy's training). I kind of got my hexes muddled and had Snape casting Rictumsempra by accident. Sorry for anyone who noticed before I changed it and got confused!