A/N: Sorry for leaving it on such a depressing end but I'm back. Still got some much to do! School is driving me crazy! Here's the next chapter anyways! Thanks for all the reviews!

Chapter Twenty-Three: The Second Attempt

Something was bugging Harry Potter. About forty-five minutes before their first class together, Draco had felt a tug on their new bond and a feeling of sadness and worry set in. Somehow, Draco knew it wasn't his feelings he felt, how, he did not know, and came to the logical conclusion that it had to be Harry.

But what did the Gryffindor had to be sad and worried about? Voldemort, yes, but why so suddenly after everything that had happened?

Theo and Blaise went back to the common rooms to get their books, so Draco took this opportunity to talk to Pansy. It wasn't that he didn't trust his other friends but Pansy did have a gift for these types of things.

Finding an empty corridor close to the Hospital Wing (oddly enough the one Harry had just left minutes ago) Draco cast a silencing charm and whispered to his friend.

"I've just felt this weird……..emotion coming from out of no where. Do you think it could be Harry?"

Pansy hmm-ed in thought before concentrating on Draco. Her eyes became distant but darkened to an almost black color from their usual navy. Her eye brows frowned in confusion as she blinked and looked normal again.

"He's just had some sort of emotional upheaval and has made a troubling decision about it. He's strained. You should talk to him."

Draco exhaled sharply through his nose in annoyance. "I was going to anyway. I just wanted to be sure before I went emotional on him and ruined my immaculate image."

Pansy rolled her eyes and grinned at him.

"Come on, lover boy is in our first class and we don't want to be late."

Draco smiled at his only girl-friend before putting his mask back in place. There were still many Voldemort supporters left in Hogwarts. They just weren't in his House.

Harry listened to his friends as they walked back toward, in Harry's case anyway, the Hospital Wing. Hermione was excited about learning how to heal.

"This will be great! And there is just so much to learn. How to heal cuts, bruises and broken bones! And that is just this year. Next year we study more internal injuries, like concussions and breathing problems. It's also an amazing base for learning to become a Healer!"

Ron, finally at his wit's end, which if Harry was honest wasn't very long, butted in.

"Hermione, we're taking the class, I've already read the description. Harry has already read the description. We do not need you to rehash it anymore."

Hermione narrowed her eyes. "Then you will have a marvelous time doing your homework. By yourself." She sniffed, reminding Harry remarkably like Draco, and stomped off.

Ron looked totally bewildered before a fearful look crossed his face.

"Harry," he began, sounding like someone had just sentenced him to the gallows, "You don't think she would really not help us with our homework, do you?"

Harry had to suppress the smile threatening to pop up at Ron's horror. He knew Hermione would be over it by lunch time and be helping Ron with his homework before they even got into the Common Room, while the red-head complained all the way.

"I dunno, you sure pissed her off this time. She may not help you at all this year."

Ron actually paled before giving Harry a suspicious look. He totally ignored the 'swearing' Harry had just done. The old Harry blushed every time he heard Ron swear!

"You're joking aren't you?"

Harry laughed and dodged Ron's swipe as they entered the Hospital Wing. There were two classes of this course, both taught by Madam Pomfrey. As was tradition, Gryffindor and Slytheirn were a joint class; the only ones on Harry's timetable without Slytheirns were Transfiguration and Care of Magical Creatures. Since Ron's classes were identical to Harry's clear Potions, Ron had already complained and loudly about it.

The beds were empty with the school year being so new as they all crowded into the small work space at the front of the Wing. Madam Pomfrey stood waiting for them. Harry had never seen her as a professor and was actually very curious on how Nurse Pomfrey differed from Professor Pomfrey.

There were only ten students for the sixth year in this class, four Gryffindors and six Slytherins. Draco, Pansy, Theo, Blaise, Luis and Terence for Slytheirn with Ron, Hermione, Harry and Neville for Gryffindor.

Harry and Hermione smiled slightly at the other house, Ron scowled while Neville trembled at being outnumbered by some many others.

Pomfrey cleared her throat and clapped her hands briskly.

"Okay class, everyone here knows who I am, all you having paid me one visit in your stay at Hogwarts. Many in the case of Mr. Potter." Harry grinned.

"Now today we will just go over the basic of the human body. How many bones you have, the layers of skin, what each bone and skin layer is called, you know how it works. Next day, I will give you your partners for the whole year and just so you're warned, I am a fan of inter-house unity."

Harry heard Ron groan quietly beside him. Harry fought the urge to roll his eyes and smack his friend in the head.

The rest of the class was spent writing down notes. At the end of each section, Madam Pomfrey warned that a quiz in which everyone had to receive eighty-five percent on or more to pass would occur until they knew the basics enough to start learning the spells.

"There will also be a unit on muggle ways of healing called First-Aid. Many of our techniques have been taken from muggles with spells added in."

Hermione almost glowed at bit of information. Harry was proud as well but it warmed his heart to see that none of the Slytherins made any rude comments on muggles or muggle-borns.

The bell sounded and everyone gathered their books to leave. They all had sixth level Charms class. Hermione was already talking to Ron again, having gotten over their little spat before class. She was now explaining to Ron how a muggle tattoo worked under a certain number of the layers of skin and why it did not just burst out.

Neville turned off to go back to the Gryffindor Common Room, having forgotten his Charms book. Draco caught Harry's eye as he passed and smiled before he and his friends hurried off to get a good back seat.

That's when Harry realized he had forgotten his books back at the Hospital Wing. Ron and Hermione, who were already halfway up the staircase turned to follow their friend when, as is regular at Hogwarts, the staircase began to move, cutting them off with Harry still on the corridor.

"Don't worry! I'll be back in a few minutes, just save me a good back seat." Preferably by Draco. That bit was left unsaid but both of Harry's friends nodded and disappeared around a corner.

Swiftly, Harry using his Elemental Veela powers to sped up his pace, reaching the deserted Hospital Wing in record time.

His books lay by one of the empty beds. Puzzled, Harry just stood there for a moment. He was sure he had put them on the small table at the front of the wing.

Shrugging, the Elemental Veela grabbed his books and ran back to the stairs. He was going to be extremely late no matter what he did now.

He was just about to take the step onto the stairs when they began to move……..again.

Stepping back quickly, Harry was grateful for his Veela balance that kept him from over-stepping and falling to a painful end.

Suddenly, Harry felt the presence of another wizard, right behind him and felt two chubby hands push him forward with an amazing force.

Panicking, Harry flayed his arms about and grabbed onto the tie of the person who pushed him. His body weight pulled the tie right off of the person's neck and he fell anyways, his books scattering.

The force of the air was making his vision blurry, but Harry saw the darkness that he was about to fall into and panicking, began to glow a golden-yellow. The air around him began to change color and swirl as well. It created a sort of cushion and Harry began to float himself down to the doors of the Great Hall.

Landing on his hands and knees, Harry was still, shocked. Someone, probably the same some one who had killed Trelawney, had just tried to push him down eight flights of steps except they by-passed the steps and just pushed him off the eighth floor. The Charms corridor was on the eighth floor, the Hospital Wing was on the seventh, seven for its magical properties.

Footsteps alerted the Gryffindor of someone's arrival and Harry was shocked to see Lucius Malfoy and Professor Snape walk up from out of the dungeons.

Snape stopped and looked at Harry.

"Potter! What are you doing out of class?"

Harry drew a shaky breath, his hands sweaty. That was when he noticed the tie in his hand. Striped red and gold.

Lucius took a step towards Harry and was nearly killed as Harry's books finally fell down the long height at which Harry threw them. Harry must have traveled faster than he thought.

Snape looked murderous.

"What in the bloody hell is going on here! Whose books are those?"

Harry was surprised to find himself shaking. He stood slowly.

"They're mine."

Both men looked at him in shock.

"I lost them when someone pushed me off the eighth floor."

Lucius started and quickly looked up but it was too dark.

Snape even looked shaken.

Harry clenched the tie in his hands before looking up.

"And it was a Gryffindor."

A/N: I hope this was okay! Please review! I know it's short but I only have the comp for two hours!

S.Tangerine