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I was aimlessly wandering the halls in early June, considering going outside for a little sun, when Harry, Ron and Hermione came running past me.

'Huh?' I wondered, before following at a more decent pace. I caught up with them as they left Professor McGonagall's office. The three of them looked worried.

"What was all that about?" I asked them. Harry looked at me intently.

"It wasn't some stranger Hagrid met at the pub, it was Snape. Which means he knows how to get past Fluffy."

"And with Dumbledore gone from the school…" Hermione began.

"Good afternoon." A smooth voice said behind us. We turned to see Professor Snape standing there, glaring at us dangerously. Nervously, I took a step back, and he focused his attention on me.

"Now, what would four young Gryffindors such as you be doing inside, on a day like this?" He looked down his nose at us.

"I-I, w-we were just…" Hermione stammered.

"Someone might think you were," He paused, and looked specifically at Harry, who looked defiantly back. "Up to something."

Turning, he swept of, his black robes billowing out behind him.

"So what now?" Ron asked, looking to Harry, who was still watching Snape walk off.

"We go down the trapdoor." He turned to face us. "Tonight."

A cold shiver ran its' way up my spine.

That night, I argued again with my dear brother.

"I'm coming." I told him stubbornly. He glared equally stubbornly back.

"No you're not. It's too dangerous."

"You're letting Hermione and Ron come." I pointed out.

"I might need them." He countered.

"And you wouldn't need me?"

"I might. But I don't want you to get hurt on my behalf."

"They could get hurt, and it's still on your behalf."

"They want to come."

"So do I!" I yelled. He crossed his arms.

"You are not coming!" He yelled back. "That's final."

I glared at him, before turning and storming out of the Gryffindor common room, down into the dungeons to the Slytherin one, I stood by the cellar wall that led to the Slytherin common room, wondering what to do now. I didn't have the password, and I hoped someone came along soon. I did not expect Professor Snape to be that someone.

"Miss Potter, may I ask what you are doing here?" He asked with barely covered surprise.

"I need to speak to Draco." I told him desperately. "Please, could you get him?"

He looked at me closely, and I thought he was going to refuse, until he muttered a word and a corridor opened up out of what was a blank wall. Professor Snape began to walk down it.

"Follow me." He said, but not as harshly as his usual, as if I had passed some test that immediately put me in his 'accepted' list.

He led me down the corridor, into a dim lit room, the source of light coming from a rather large window looking out at the lake bottom. A few skulls sat around the room, containing candles.

'Brilliant.' I thought to myself, willing myself not to flinch away as we passed close by one.

Dotted around the common room was leather furniture, such as couches and chairs, occupied by various Slytherins, some of whom I recognized, most I didn't. As Professor Snape and I entered, they all turned to stare and began whispering to each other, shooting several glances my way, not all of them glares.

Looking around desperately, I didn't see Draco. Professor Snape turned towards me.

"Wait here." He said, and left me as he disappeared through a side door. I shifted nervously, aware of everyone staring at me. Straining my ears, I heard snippets of conversation.

"…Harry Potters' sister…"

"…She's a Gryffindor…"

"…Kind of cute isn't she? Too bad Draco's…"

Professor Snape swept back through the door, with Draco trailing after him. Seeing me shifting nervously in the middle of the Slytherin common room, he did a double take, before regaining his composure.

"Amy!" He said quietly in surprise. "What're you doing here?"

I glanced around, still aware of everyone's eyes and ears trained on me.

"I need to talk to you." I replied, even quieter then him. He grinned, cocking an eyebrow.

"Privately, I assume?"

I nodded.

"Okay…" He exhaled, looking around at our audience. "Not here."

I laughed quietly as he began to lead me back down the corridor. "No, I don't think so." I told him.

About five minutes later, we had located an empty classroom, and seated ourselves on desks.

"So, what was it?" He asked me, after a moment. I looked away, suddenly feeling stupid.

"It's Harry." I murmured. He sighed, and slipped of the desk to stand in front of me, turning my face to his with a gentle hand.

"Don't be ashamed, if he's being a git again…"

I shook my head. "No! No, he isn't. He's just being stupidly overprotective." Slowly, I began to tell him, until the whole story was pouring out of my mouth. About how I felt excluded from the trio because they didn't trust Draco, about how they didn't trust me because I kept secrets from them, and about how they blatantly planned their adventure in front of me, proceeding to forbid my to come along.

"Well, why don't we go after them? Tonight?" He suggested. "Just because Potter thinks you can't protect yourself… clearly, I know you better." He smirked at me. "Besides, I'd love to mess up Potter's plan. I'll meet you outside you common room at nine tonight, okay?"

My eyes widened, unsure about this, but I nodded reluctantly.

"Come on, it'll be fun." Draco cajoled, correctly reading my expression.

I shrugged, staring at my hands in my lap, worn out from explaining. "I guess." I watched as he reached out, taking one of my hands in his.

"Hey, Amy, don't think about what they think of you. Gryffindor doesn't deserve you. Sure he's your brother, but you don't need to follow in his footsteps, you're allowed to be your own person."
"I know." I sighed, looking up into his silver eyes. "But I feel bad, when we both thought we had no one. He just wants to keep me safe, but I want the same for him. And he's so determined to go against that. Him, Ron and Hermione are always getting into trouble."

"Well he's selfish." Draco told me. "Expecting you to be a good girl while he runs around breaking every rule. I know he's your family, but he's a total prick, Amy. My own family are the same." Draco was quiet for a moment, still holding my hand. "Nine tonight, Amy." He said finally, kissing my forehead before leaving me in the classroom by myself, a sigh lingering on my lips.