Weird feelings and Truths

-DICLASIMER:: I OWN NOTHING. ALL FROM J.K. ROWLING

EXCEPT MELODY!-

"YOU KISSED HIM!" Harry, Ron and Hermione hissed together on Monday morning.

"Ssshhh!" I shrieked and looked around, Draco had heard and was smirking to himself. He looked up and winked at me.

Hermione smiled, "Is he any good?"

Ron looked appalled and Harry gestured vomiting onto his Blast-Ended-Shrewt we were supposed to be feeding.

I shrugged. "Doesn't matter."

It was mid-December and everywhere was freezing, but according to Harry, me and Draco in the room at the same time could melt the ice around Hogwart's and half of England.

Ron, lately, took a habit of burning off the steam from the attention Hermione was getting from Krum and his lack of appeal to the Beuabattons' girls but aiming shots and mine and Draco's relationship.

I really cared less and was worrying less for me and S.P.E.W. (maybe if Hermione aimed towards her work instead of this she'd be doing N.E.W.T. work next year). What really worried me was Harry getting his name in the cup. I had an odd feeling around Professor Moody, like he was lying and evil (my feelings were normal right though).

I then thought I'd bring it up again.

"Um…Harry, have you been talking to Professor Moody recently?" I asked cautiously.

'No, the last time I talked to him was when we were thinking about the first task." he looked me up and down wondering. "Why?"

"I don't like him." I stated. "He transfigures students for punishment, he uses 'Unforgivable Curses' in class, he 'helps' you, and whenever I'm near him it's like I'm near…" I thought about the name. "…You-Know-Who."

I saw a flicker of fear across Hermione's face; I'd told all of them about what happened the night I was in Dumbledore's office and what he said about Voldemort being my dad's cousin and him having murdered my parents.

Harry looked at me, confused.

"How do you know it's Voldemort?"

Ron winced.

"Look I just know." I said. "I don't know anyone else whose evil enough, it's either Voldemort," Hermione gasped a bit and Ron winced again. "Or it's one of his followers in disguise."

Hermione sighed; I knew she knew that I had a point. It wasn't normal what he was doing.

Ron rolled his eyes.

"He's a genius, Melody. He knows things, spells and how to use them." he smiled as if Moody were his hero.

I took a deep breath, "Well I'm technically a genius too, and if I'm wrong than…" I thought. "I'll dump Draco."

Harry dropped whatever he was trying to feed the Blast-Ended-Shrewt, Hermione's eyes were budging, and Ron looked triumphant put out his hand to shake on it.

"Don't!" hissed Hermione, pushing Ron's hand down.

"What?" he asked.

She looked into my eyes looking for fear, "She's right," she panted. "Melody only bets on things she knows are 100% on her end."

I smirked, and Ron stared at me.

"How many times has she been right?" he asked doubtfully.

"Lost count." I said with a smirk.

The bell rang and I walked over to Draco, but my way was blocked by someone, Lavender Brown.

"You're going out with Malfoy." she said, it was a statement, not a question.

"Why do you care?" I hissed at her.

"I don't .I just enjoy a good vat of gossip before lunch, and you two are what's hot and fresh."

I rolled my eyes. "Sorry to disappoint, but only exclusive Gryffindor's can know gossip about me and who I'm going out with. Right now you're not in it."

I walked around her and towards Draco who always stayed behind for me.

"My hands are freezing." he moaned, he'd gotten his gloves burnt off by a Shrewt and the start of class.

"Here." I said, took out a class jar and pointed my wand into it. "Lecarnum Inflamearay"

A fire started inside it and I closed the jar.

He put his hands on it, "Thanks." he sighed.

I smiled at him, and he smiled back.

I worried. It was the third task and I had only begged Hagrid non-stop to have a take in the event. I gazed into the star-filled heavens and pondered who would get to the Tri-wizard Cup first. There were little fairies that had ventured from the forest and their wings made a beautiful humming noise that resembled distant muggle traffic, and I heard the sound of centaurs in the distance twanging arrows at each other.

I then saw red-sparks upon the canopy of stars, someone was in trouble.

I was part of the collecting team, I ran into the maze and Hagrid jogging right behind me yelling out where to turn.

We then found Fleur. She had vines slipping about her and what worried me was that she wasn't struggling or moving at all.

"Diffindo!" I cried.

The vines moving about her were lashed away. I then hissed, "Acendio!" And me and Hagrid flew over the hedges to the front of the maze.

I placed her on the stretcher in front of Madame Pomfrey and then looked around at the Beuabattons kids. They looked devastated, and I sighed feeling bad for them.

I looked feebly at Draco who was in the stands. He worried when he didn't see me and I saw his face light up and fall again as I turned on him to go back to my duty watching the maze. I felt myself twinge with guilt.

It took a long time. Much too long, someone should have found the Cup by now.

I patrolled the maze hoping for more sparks, maybe even shouts of triumph.

I then heard something; cheers.

I ran the distance over to the front of the maze.

Harry was holding the Cup on the ground, overtop of something, everyone was whopping and cheering.

I then noticed it was a body and felt my insides churn.

The people surrounding started to silence themselves and muttered.

"NOOOO!" I heard someone's blood-curdling scream lash out in complete agony.

I turned; it had been Mr. Diggory, Cedric's dad.

I looked back at who was on the ground, my heart fell and so did my stomach.

It was Cedric, he wasn't moving and his eyes were wide open in shock, staring at the sky above.

It became a blur then I noticed Moody going to Harry and taking him off, not towards Madame Pomfrey's tent but towards the castle.

I felt a warm arm snake around me, I looked. It was Draco; he had a look of utter fear and revulsion at what was before him upon his face.

I then looked back at Cedric's body and felt something odd looking at it.

The next couple hours were a blur.

I got up with Draco and the rest of the school and we filled up to the school.

I then heard distant calls of my name and whipped around. Hermione and Ron eventually found me and dragged me from Draco.

"Sorry." I called back at him, but he only nodded in understanding.

I heard a bit of what Hermione was telling me, "Dumbledore needs you to look at Ced-the body."

When I got the Hospital Wing I felt my heart slow.

I did nothing at first, and then I walked towards the empty body.

Without focusing entirely I reached out a hand touched him.

I felt my heart stop; pure evil had cursed the empty body, a half-blooded man, the last of Slytherin's descendants and a parslemouth of the worst kind

I noticed was searing in pain at the touch of the body.

I pulled off the moment I touched though it felt like hours I held it.

I looked at Madame Pomfrey. "Where is Albus?" I asked not focusing on anything but to let Dumbledore know what I just felt.

She stared at the body with a frightened face, "Should be here soon so I can tend to Mr. Potter."

It took hours; they stretched like years to me though.

Eventually Dumbledore came, with Harry and Sirius in his animagus form of a huge black dog.

"It was him Dumbledore!" I cried out, making Hermione and Ron yelp in fright.

"I know," said Dumbledore sternly but with a calm voice.

I then went out of focus and instead looked at Sirius; I wanted to talk to him so badly right now.

Then I heard Mrs. Weasley and Bill (Ron's oldest brother) come into the room, along with Snape and I heard Dumbledore say "Okay, Sirius show us your true form."

I looked over at him and in a second he was himself and Mrs. Weasley shrieked "It's Sirius Black!"

I heard Dumbledore reassure her and tell her what happened last year, but Sirius looked me up and down, and started to speak French, which no one else in the room knew but Dumbledore and Hermione.

"Listened to the ol' mad dog's advice or find the root of the problem?" he inquired.

I smirked, "Found the root of the problem and solved it so fast I couldn't believe that it was the real source of the problem."

Everyone was staring at us, aghast that we had our own way of communicating that they could barley understand. Sirius smirked and Dumbledore continued talking to Snape, Mrs. Weasley and Bill.

I examined Harry who had fallen asleep and couldn't help smiling, me and him (only when we were bored) would talk in fast parseltounge during class to have privet conversations.

"What was the problem away?" Sirius asked and with a hit of a joke. "It wasn't Harry, or Ron?"

I smirked and shook my head, "Lucius' son."

Sirius had known Lucius Malfoy when he was a kid at Hogwart's and were related, Narcissa Malfoy (once Black, now Lucius' wife) is his cousin, he looked at me shocked.

"Impossible!" he cried out. "Harry, Ron and Hermione hate him!"

I shrugged. "Well they didn't get to know him, oh well. What's life without a few risks?"

He smiled; he loved it when I had care-free moments around him.

"Professor Dumbledore," he looked about at him. "Do you think I could have a small summer of free-dome in the United States, with my little inspiring fan here?" He jerked him head in my direction.

Dumbledore beamed with excitement, "Yes of course! We'll be needing you in London for the end of July on though Sirius."

"Of course, I'll be there." Sirius turned and smiled at me.

I smiled back and then saw the look upon Dumbledore's face.

"Professor, I need to tell you what I felt and saw." I strode up and Snape looked at me, curiously.

Dumbledore raised out his hand to let me lead the way.

I strode over to the body again, feeling confused. Dumbledore put his hand out for me to grasp and Snape put his upon ours.

"Go ahead." said Dumbledore gesturing to the body.

When I touched it this time the pain was concentrated to my left fore-arm like I had a while-hot poker on it. I screamed and heard someone else yell. I saw the things and felt them again, but they were much worse.

I couldn't prise my fingers off the body though.

I felt myself collapse into someone's arms and my arm still stung, but I knew I wasn't touching the body anymore.