Haylin climbed into bed. Draco had gone off to his detention a little too happy.

He really is obsessed, she thought to herself as she drifted off to sleep.

She opened her eyes and found herself in a forest. "Where am I?" she asked aloud.

"You're in the forbidden forest, my dear," her father said, beside her.

"Why?"

"This is your punishment," he replied calmly.

"My punishment for what?" she asked.

"Letting Harry Potter and his friends find out about the stone, my dear."

"How was I supposed to know Ron was listening in?" Haylin said defensively. "And anyway, this is the best you can think up? Taking me to a forbidden forest in my dream? I thought you were supposed to be a powerful dark wizard or something."

Voldemort laughed. "Haylin being in the forest is not your punishment. That is," he nodded his head forward, indicating she should look a head. She did and she saw Draco and Harry coming 'round the corner (so to speak).

"Can they see me?" she asked.

Voldemort shook his head. "No. but they can see me. I want you to watch what I am going to do to him."

"You're punishing him for my mistake?" Haylin asked angrily.

"Hurting him will hurt you," he said calmly. Haylin was confused.

It will? She asked herself. Does he mean emotionally? Because that I understand. She continued on rambling to herself until she fell to her knees in pain. She looked up to see both Harry and Draco writhing on the ground in pain. Harry clutching his forehead and Draco clutching his stomach.

In her bed, Haylin writhed and moaned in pain.

"Stop, please," Haylin pleaded quietly. "I'm sorry, it won't happen again," then the pain stopped.

Draco was on the ground, no longer in any pain but he was breathing heavily and sweating. He looked up and saw the black figure that had caused him pain and screamed. He got up and ran.

Suddenly a dark shadow past over head and Voldemort made a sound that closely resembled a scream but seemed more like a growl.

Back in her bed, Haylin woke up.

oOoOoOoOo

At breakfast the next morning, Quirrel wasn't at the teachers table. Scowling, Haylin left the table and went to his office. He was standing their muttering to himself. He was not wearing his turban.

Haylin cleared her throat. Quirrel looked up at her, surprised.

"I would like to speak to my father please," she said, oddly polite. Quirrel nodded, stood and turned his back to her.

"Hello father," Haylin greeted.

"Hello Haylin, I trust you're being more careful with your conversations now?"

Haylin shrugged. "I haven't had any private conversations today, but I'm sure if I do I will be more careful."

Voldemort smiled (but again it looked more like a grimace) "good, now, what is it you wanted to talk about?"

"I just wanted to ask you how come when you hurt Draco, it literally hurt me?"

Voldemort frowned. "You aren't ready to know about these things yet."

"But –"

"No. I must prepare. I have to get the stone tonight, before Harry Potter does…thanks to you."

Haylin hung her head.

"Go to your next class, Haylin," her father ordered as the bell rang.

"Um, father?" Haylin said tentatively.

"What?"

"My first class is Defence Against the Dark Arts," she explained.

"So?"

"Well Quirrel's my DADA teacher and this is my DADA classroom."

"Oh," he said, "Well sit down while Quirrel puts the turban on."

Haylin did as she was told. If she never had a repeat of last night, it would be too soon.