Sicily sat in the common room. Her hair was a wreck, darkness had formed under her eyes and she had rounded out a little. Life the last couple of weeks had been anything but perfect, or in other terms, a wreck. Brooke and she were complete enemies. During the last Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Brooke cursed Sicily to have an incontrollable eating urge (which would explain the extra couple of pounds). Sicily got her back with balding, but Brooke's luck, her new best friend just happened to be the smartest witch of their age, Hermonine Granger.

It wasn't so much as the friendship, the laughs that Sicily missed but the talking. The courage the Brooke brought to her. Sicily hadn't told anyone about the sleep encounter she had a couple weeks back, after all who could she tell? Brooke was the only one who knew anything and to Brooke's knowledge they had solved everything. Sicily however hadn't told Brooke everything. Best friends claim to be able to pour their hearts out to others, but the truth is, they really can't. They can pour out all until a certain deepness. There must be something they hold within themselves to protect their pride from the outside world. They must have something to come back too, something to be thankful about because they didn't tell anyone. However, in Sicily's case this was not that thankfulness, for she was afraid.

Then the whole Draco issue. Why couldn't she let him in?!! Draco had done everything and anything to be in short…. Perfect. However, Sicily couldn't be with him. There was a dark figure looming over her that she couldn't see or touch, but she could feel the presence. Sicily never had an issue with being shy around boys, but now it just didn't feel right to let someone in. She couldn't let anyone in. The first morning after the whole Brooke episode, Draco came down to the common room and tried to get things started with Sicily. He tried to talk about his feelings and how things were going to be if they were to work out, but Sicily couldn't. She couldn't open up to Draco, sure she could laugh and be silly but never have a deep conversation.

Sicily was heading the Great Hall when she ran into a boy who she knew by instinct to be the famous Harry Potter. They shared an awkward eye contact when suddenly Harry hit the floor crying in pain. People who were passing by stopped and looked. Sicily standing right above him instantly got the horrified looks from everyone.

"Someone call Dumbledore," a student yelled. Another cried out to go get the nurse. The whole incident of everyone flying around was a blur; a background image for all Sicily could focus on was the helpless boy flipping around on the ground in pain. He was holding his head as if Sicily had just punched him in the face.

Once the nurse showed up, Sicily finally came back into reality. She looked up to see a giant mob of people all circled around her, the nurse, Professor Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall and Snape. She could hear hushed whispers which certain words "psycho, just went off on him, jealous, Brooke,"

It was then that Sicily saw Brooke standing in the middle of the crowed with her mouth down, shocked.

Sicily couldn't take all the pressure, she pushed through the crowed. She could feel certain people pulling her back, yelling at her. She got almost until the end, when Hermonine stepped in front of her.

"You bloody psycho. I have heard Brooke's talk of you, but this is too far. Jealous because you can't find friends of your own, jealous of people have taken your only one,"

"Get the hell out of my face mud blood," Sicily had only heard one person her entire life say that to someone and she had sworn she would never. Were did the word even come from.

"Who the bloody hell do you think you are?" Ron stepped out of Hermonine's shadow. "I know why you are here, I know what kind of trouble you got yourself into," Sicily grew pale and Ron just starred. "If I were you I wouldn't be going around causing MORE disturbances or do you want..."

"Me to come and protect her against these pathetic muggle lovers," Draco yelled as he came up beside Sicily.

"I would not say things which I would later regret," Draco's eyes pierced Ron's who were firing right back. "Or things that could later get my family in trouble," By those words Sicily knew meant more, something had been sent.

"Come on Sicily," Draco pulled her away. She followed him in silence until they were all the way down in the common room.

"Who told you?" she asked quietly lying down on the couch, refusing the look at him.

"I heard in the Great Hall about Harry being in pain due a Slytherin. I had to come look and nice job may I add,"

"I'm not stupid," Sicily continued quietly.

"I know, but I felt you needed my back up against all of those Gryffindor,"

"DON'T TAKE ME FOR AN IDIOT!" Sicily yelled looking up at him. Draco and Sicily eyes met and pain was sent. "You know about my past, you and Ron Wesley both know. You know where I come from," Sicily grew quieter with each word.

Silence echoes through out the room. "How long?"

"How long what?" Draco asked.

"How long have you known but not confronted me with the information.

"My father told me what was going on this summer. I knew your name but nothing more. When Dumbledore introduced you the first day you came in, it clicked,"

"How does your father know?"

"He is in the ministry," Draco sleuthed off in the end, not sounding confident for the first time.

"Why didn't you tell me you knew? Why didn't you rat me out to other people? Why did you keep all of what you know to yourself?" Sicily was rambling.

"Woah calm down. I needed to gain your trust first. Everyone has a past; sometimes it's easier though when others don't know it. They won't judge you. I know what would happen if people really knew what the truth was, how they would treat you," Draco caught her eyes. She had without a doubt the most gorgeous eyes he had ever seen. The outsides were a yellowish green which were filled with a light blue. They were huge and could express words without her mouth even opening. "You don't deserve to be treated that way. You're a better person that that,"

Sicily walked over and kissed him. For seconds the kiss continued until Draco cut it off. "No, because tomorrow I know you are going to regret this. You've had a long day, go upstairs and get some sleep,"

Sicily nodded a little embarrassed. She walked towards the stairs when Draco said, "By the way, if you want to play it smart, don't go buzzing near Harry Potter again,"

"I should have known better, I've heard about what happens. Thanks for saving my ass today," Draco nodded and once again Sicily continued off. When she was about out of eye sight she turned, "And Draco, I wouldn't have regretted what happened,"

With that Sicily went off into her room, leaving Draco standing there, with a small smile creeping up his face.

Brooke was walking around the castle trying to put everything together. She had indeed heard the words passed between Ron and Draco. So both of them knew, they knew why the two girls were here, what almost happened. She could feel the awkwardness already growing about the next time she would encounter Ron. However, what really was bothering her was the fact that Sicily attacked Harry. Brooke knew that the allegations against her were false, she wasn't what she was born to be, or at least that is what she always thought. Things were put in a new prospective now. Hermonine's words were echoing in her head, "There is a reason she was put into Slytherin." Was Hermonine right?! Brooke always felt they weren't, but she always would have never dreamt that Sicily would attack Harry. Sicily had done something to Harry, something that was natural. She could still even hear the shrieks of Harry's pain coming from the infermerary and it was 3 hours post. Sicily was different now, she lurked with a different attitude, more concealed, and an ore of darkness had grown around. Brooke didn't know what to do. She remembered her initial meeting with Dumbledore.

"I know Brooke that you and Sicily are best friend, but for the good of school and as well as for Sicily, I am relying on you to be my eyes and ears," Dumbledore told Brooke in his office.

"Sicily is strong, she can handle herself in the new school," Brooke claimed.

"I know her capabilities. I can trust they must be strong. Her strength is what I actually fear. If you sense that her real self, that in which she was intended to be if creeping up I need you to warn me. I need to know that you understand in will be in her best favor. I can help her, I can teach her to fight the evilness born within,"

Brooke starred disbelieving at him. "All right, I will do that, but you need to understand, Sicily isn't like that at all. She might have been born supposedly but it is not who she is,"

"I'll take your word, I am just taking precaution,"

Brooke now was outside the secret stair entrance to Dumbledore's office debating about what to do. She after all had to no proof about Sicily but at the same time now feared her. The look in Sicily's eyes had changed, something was different. What Brooke had watched Sicily cast her charms in class; a certain passion could be hinted at, an evil type of passion.

Brooke was so wrapped up in her thoughts that she had not even noticed a figure come up behind her.

"It's hard to do the right thing," Brooke spun around to see Dumbledore.

"I just didn't know what else to do,"

"You are doing the right thing. I was hoping I could rely on you coming to me; otherwise I would have had to come find you. Today displayed that in which I feared,"

Brooke continued to be silent. Her mind was completely blank, lost for words.

"I understand was has happened between you. When the sorting hats put you two in different houses I was a little worried, the prejudice is so strong here, it is hard to keep the connections pure,"

"She's changed. I haven't been there for her so I don't know what has caused it, but her light is gone," Brooke starred at him, desperate for answers, a solution telling her what to do.

"I have noticed it too,"

"Do you know what she did to Harry?"

"I do not at all; in fact it could have been nothing at all,"

Brooke starred at him, "He was NOT faking that pain, why would he do that? He gets more than enough attention as it is,"

"Harry has been coming to me, his head as you know hurts for due to certain factors, lately he claims they've been getting worse and are completely random,"

"So you believe that what happened today was all just Sicily getting too close,"

"Yes, but what troubles me is that before she has gotten near him, she has passed him in halls and even a couple times sat down next to him," Brooke nodded in agreement. "However, for some reason NOW the pain occurs,"

"So I am not just being paranoid," Brooke whispered.

"No, I fear you're not. For now though don't worry yourself about it. I will talk with the other professors and together WE will figure out what the best course of action is. Alls I need of you is to watch everything, take note of anything different or peculiar and please don't hesitate in bringing the information you take up back to me,"

Brooke nodded her head. "This is never going to go away, is it?" Brooke could feel her eyes getting moist. "No matter what I will ALWAYS have to deal with this,"

"No, you have a choice. You can leave, you can get out. You can walk away and live as if you never had a part of this. It is Sicily rather who will always be trapped in this nightmare. You get the decision to walk out, you have to opportunity right in front of you, it is your choice as to the life you which you lead from here," Brooke couldn't look at him. "Don't be ashamed of your decision. But sooner rather than later you need to figure out if you have the strength for all that will lie ahead if you wish to stay in the world which you so far have been victim of,"

With that Dumbledore wished her good night and then proceeded into his office. Brooke stood there, tears rolling down her eyes. Did she have the courage, the strength…. To walk away from this life and Sicily as if none of this ever happened.

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