Questions with no answers

Guinevra suddenly understood her letter. She was not quite sure what to do with it. Not the letter itself but the information. It was too good to be true. But Why? He was in this decision, was he not? If he did not want her here why would he send her off then?

That got her thinking, who had sent the letter then in the first place? It had to be someone from her old school, no doubt about it. No one else would know. A teacher maybe? Or a student. It had to be someone who knew her very well and her secret. It then came to her. Adrian or Lorelie! That's who it was. No one else would bother, because no one else knew.

In the mean time, her old Headmaster was sprinting down the isle. Every second, he was closer to Dumbledore. He did not look happy. He looked brassed off and extremely angry. Guinevra had only seen him like this one other time and it was when he had caught her and her two best friends participating in the dueling that occurred at night after bedtime. He was not angry because he found out about the duel, no he was angry because they were mere second years going against seventh years. They could have gotten themselves killed. Not that they cared. He had taken them to his office and screamed at them for about 2 hours long. Nothing ever happened like that again. They weren't that stupid. They made sure they weren't going to get caught the next time.

She did not like to see him like this. He was usually a calm man, and his emotions and actions were never rash like at the moment. It troubled her to see him in this way. She had hoped she would have to never make him this angry ever again.

The other students were in fact not oblivious to the raving, lunatic as they thought. It was actually quite hard to miss him, since he was making such a racket. Plus he was flailing his arms every which way. No one knew him or have ever seen him before. He had an accent that later on some people would have come to recognize it as a German one. It was not very heavy, in fact his accent only had a slight effect other than that, his English was quite good. Not that anyone knew. After all, he was only screaming "DUMBLEDORE"

He knew this time was coming. He wasn't surprised in the least. It was quite amusing actually how he was making a complete fool of himself. Quite a spectacle Dumbledore mused to himself. He knew what the man was here for. Yet, he let him continue making a fool of himself.

The man who we soon find out I called Meier does not notice nor care about the students gawking at him. He finally made his destination, and stood there in all his glory right in front of the teachers table. Dumbeldore, the old fool had an amused expression on his face. Other than that all the other teachers were staring at him, having similar expressions that the students had on their faces.

"Ahh Meier so glad you can ahem join us" Dumbledore said graciously.

"You very well know that I have not come here to join you. Where is she?" He asked with venom laced unto his words.

"Whom?" Dumbledore asked with feined innocence.

What the hell is he playing at here? He very well knows who I have come here for. Who else would I be here for besides her? "Don't play dumb with me, I demand to see her."

"Ah yes her. Who else would it be?" Dumbledore answered raising up from his chair. He motioned for the man to follow him and he made his way off the teacher's platform with the man in tow.

They made their way out of the Great Hall and up to Dumbledore's office.

Guinevra, had fled the Great Hall after the two men's departure. She knew the time would come for her to see him, but she could not wait. She needed to see him now, the urge was far to great to deny it. He was the only adult figure she had as family, and she desperately needed to talk to him. She had not spoken to him since her departure and she did not even have the time to owl him either.

No one noticed that she left in a haste except a Mr. Malfoy. He very silently stood up and followed her. He was intrigued by the newest student at Hogwarts. She was hiding something and he made it his job to find out what it was. He did like a challenge.

Guinevra ran as if her life depended on it, down the corridors. She turned around the corner, then another one. Until she finally came upon the one she wished to be in. She was out of breathe but that didn't faze her one bit. She came to a stop just before she smacked into the two elder men. She took a deep breathe and said

"Meier" She breathed out. It was no louder than a whisper but he had still heard it.

As he ran down the halls trying to catch up with her, his mind had drifted off as usual. Why was he really doing this? Yes she did intrigue him but was that it? Was that the sole reason for him being fascinated by her? No. He was attracted to her that he couldn't deny. But attraction never made him follow a girl like some common stalker. For some reason unknown to him he wished to know about this creature, this girl. Not just her secrets but the little things. The unimportant things. He did not know why. It was like he was drawn to her or something. This was not unfamiliar territory for him. He just never had it this bad.

He turned around not sure if it was his imagination or he really had heard some one whisper his name. Of course it was the latter as he saw someone behind him. It took him a moment to realize that the purpose of his arrival at Hogwarts was standing right there in front of him.

"Guinevra" He enveloped her into a hug.

She was surprised. That was an understatement. He had never before hugged her. This was a first and she knew a last. No matter what he was still her headmaster. In her heart anyways. The hug was done just as fast as it had started.

"You were looking for me? I presume that is why you are here?" Guinevra asked not really knowing what to say.

"Yes. I've changed my mind. Come back with me." He did not know what compelled him to say it but never the less it was what he wished.

"No matter how much you and I both want that we both know it is fruitless at the moment. We both also know that this decision of yours is rash. I would do anything to go back but alas it is not to be."

"Hush. You are right as usual. This is not the end though. Tonight we will meet. Dumbledore will tell you the place and time." Meier said with authority.

"I mean if that is alright with you Albus. I will return tonight." He added with an after thought.

"No ,no problem at all. If you will come this way I have much to talk about with you. Guinevra lunch is almost finished. You should be heading to your afternoon classes."

He was unfortunate to miss what had transpired but he still had gotten to see her. Well more like bump into her. He was still lost in thought as was she. It really wasn't anybody's fault. As they both crashed to the floor Draco was the first to recover. He was just about to let a rude comment pass his lips until he saw whom it was. He stood up and offered his hand to her. She acknowledged it but stood up on her own. That had wounded his ego. As she was walking away he could have sworn that he heard her say

"Hmm Draco Malfoy, you were much more different than the last time I was here."

Her afternoon consisted of Potions and Divination. She wasn't quite sure what to think of those two classes.

Potions were not quite what she had expected. Snape was different from how she remembered him. But then again last time she had him as a teacher she was a mere 11 year old girl who was scared of her own shadow. He had frightened her to the extend where she almost peed in her pants when he gave her one of his death glares. But now, years later, he wasn't as intimidating as she remembered. He wasn't even remotely scary to her anymore. Her Durmstrang potions master was far more cruel to his students, even the ones he did favor.

The Class had gotten to a shaky start. Snape was not in a good mood that afternoon and he stormed into the class and had written instructions on the board. Even thought it was only the beginning of the year he made them start off with an extremely difficult potion. Of course Ginny had already done it back in her 5th year of school. One of the Gryffindor's, who she did not know of his name, was whispering with another Gryffindor. Snape was on them in an instant. One of them got so frightened that he backed up and spilled his cauldron all over the floor.

The goopy green substence had started eating away at the hard wood and everything and anything that got in contact with it. Every one seemed stunned by what it was doing, since it was not even close to its supposedly finished product. Ginny who was the first to snap out of whatever she was in, started telling people to get off the floor and get on desks. The acid, as far as she could tell was poisonous. Snape was trying to clean up the mess by shouting spells at the substance. It had already spread across half of the room. People were scrambling everywhere trying to not get in contact with the green substance.

There was yelling and screaming coming from some of the girls. Ginny knew that by the texture and viscosity of the substance, that by pouring pixie dust and some water that the acidity and poison will seep out and be gone.

"Professor, where do you keep the pixie dust?" Guinevra screamed trying to be heard over the shrieking girls who were clutching to one another.

" Are you stupid? Do you want this mess to get worse by adding pixie dust? You insolent Child." Snape screamed while trying to get those inssuferable girls to quiet down.

"Sir, not if you add water to it." Guinevra said getting more irritated by the second. He should have known that.

She did not wait for his answer, instead she simply 'Aciod' the pixie dust. She poured some ove rteh substance while pouring water over it as well.

No seemed to notice, save Snape that the water had come out of nowhere. She did not use her wand. She had just spread her palm out and water appeared.

Hmm intresting he thought. Right now he had to clean up the mess but later on he would question the girl.

By the time the mess had gotten cleaned up and the girls had quiet down, there was only 5 minutes left of the course. He had assigned them all a scroll on the contents of the potion they were supposed to make in class and why it benefits to the diseased.

Waling out of the class, Guinevra was making her way to her last class of the day DADA. But before she leave, Snape had asked for a word with her.

"Miss…Guinvra. The water, where did it come from?"

Ginny decided to play dumb and ask "My wand of course sir."

"Do not play dumb with me, your wand was in your pocket. I am not blind, nor a fool. I know when someone is lying to me."

"Sir, if you don't mind I have my last call to attend to. Your eyes must be playing tricks on you." And with that she left Snape there, in his classroom.

As she made her way from the dungeons all the way to the seventh floor, she wandered if in the future Snape would become a problem. She just decided to be more careful around him. He was getting far to nosy for his liking. Luckily Ginny was in top shape as, she only had two minutes to get all the way up to the Divinations classroom.

She entered the classroom for the first time in her life. As Divination was not taken at Hogwarts until the third year, she had never been in this classroom nor had any contact with Professor Trawlney. Divination at Durmstrang was mandatory at first then optional. She had pursued it, especially after she was told to by the gods and goddesses of the high courts that it was crucial to her training.

The first thing that registered in her mind as she entered the class was that it smelled of burnt cat thrown onto the barbeque. The smoke was stinging her eyes and tears had started to form.

As she made her way to the back in an isolated table, she surveyed the others around her. They were chatting and the such, nothing less than she expected of them. She was eager to start the class.

Professor Trawlney entered the room, or attempted to glide in it. As she made her way to the front, Ginny could not help but stare at the elaborate clothes this woman wore. They were ridiculous!

"Alright Class, we will go over what we have learned from last year. Anyone? Raise your hands please."

A kid in the far back raised his hand but blurted out while raising it " Tea Laeves."

"Very Good Mr. Waynn. Next time please wait until I have called upon you. You are in sixth form, you should know that by now. Any more hands?"

As the hands rose, the answers were answered. By the time they were finished, Ginny knew that they were quite far behind from where she was in Divination. She would have to talk to Albus about that.

"Class, today we will be reviewing Crystal Balls. Grab a partner, and a ball and see if you remember what you were all taught last year. Just the basics mind you.

Everyone had already partnered up by the time Trawlney had finished explaining what to do. They werean uneven pair, so Ginny being the "new" student was left alone.

"You Miss, will be with me." Trawlney said pointing to Ginny.

Ginny got up and made her way to Trawlney's desk. As the other teams started, So did Ginny and Trawlney.

"What have you done in Crystal Balls so far?" The teacher asked the student.

"I have mastered the art of scrying. I will be moving onto Mirrors soon. Or I would have been if I was not transferred."

"My dear child. That is beyond 7th year! Here, here, read my crystal ball for me, will you? I would like to see what technique you aproche it with."

Ginny sat down, as she had many times before for this certain task. She closed her eyes and made her mind a blank. She opened them with nothing but her and the ball filtering her thoughts. She then looked, really looked into the fog and images appeared to her. Not just blurry, fuzzy images but full blown out ones, a scene even. It was playing right in front of her eyes.

As the scene had ended, she wished that she would not have to report to the professor what she had seen.

"Child, what is it that you saw? Share with me."

"I would rather not. It is most unpleasant news." Ginny said.

"I can handle it. Now, tell me. I am the professor and you will do as I say." Trawlney said, getting a little frustrated.

"As you wish. In a fortnight from now, a chain of events will take place that will resolve unto your death. It is not the most pleasant death. I will not dwelve unto details , so do not ask me for them." Ginny said shaking her head. Not wanting to deliver what she saw.

"LIAR. You lie. Get out. GET OUT. You are not welcome back here. Leave my classroom at once. Be gone with." Trawlney said getting furious.

Ginny stormed over to her desk, picked up her books and went out of the classroom slamming the door shut. The rest of the students who saw the outburst started talking amongst themselves trying to figure out why the new student was kicked out of the classroom.

"Stupid ungrateful wench" Ginny muttered under her breath going down the sixth floor staircases.

"Talking about ourselves, our we?" Came a voice from not to far behind her.

Ginny turned around to come face to face with none other than Draco Malfoy.

"What do you want? Can't a girl let out her frustrations without being interrupted?"

"Why would I care if I interrupt you? It has no effect on me. What are you doing out here anyways. Shouldn't you be in class? Skipping class are we?"

"None of your business. No I am not skipping class. What about you? Skipping class are we? Tut Tut that's not acceptable for Head Boy." She stated not being fazed by his rudeness one bit.

"I can do whatever I please." He said coming closer to her.

"I have a valid reason to be out of class, not that it is any of your business." She retorted not liking that he was still getting closer to her.

"Do we now?" He asked slightly amused.

Draco walked up to Guinevra and started circle ling her. He took her in from head to toe and stared point blank at her.

"Who are you?" He asked her with awe laced into his voice.

"No one you need to bother with." She responded before walking away from him.

He watched her walk away from him. "Damn if I'm not even more intrigued." He said while he too walked away, with a ghost of a smile gracing his lips.

A/N I am soooo unbelievably sorry for taking forever with this chapter. I am making slow progress with this story but it is coming along. Now please no flames and no torching me. Reviews would be appreciated.