Who is the betrayer?

Who's the killer in the crowd?

The one who creeps in corridors

And doesn't make a sound

-Florence and the Machine

If Genoa thought she would welcome sleep when she got back up to Gryffindor tower, she was sorely mistaken. The others had waited up for her, each curled up by the fire. They looked up at her when she came strolling in, clearly in no mood to talk about what had happened.

"Well?" Harry pressed on.

"Well what?" Genoa yawned loudly.

"What did McGonagall want?" Hermione said

Genoa shrugged, "Nothing really, just telling me to control my temper because there's a lot on the line and other nonsense."

"Well she's right about about that. The Order is running around mad." Ron finally joined the conversation.

"I will say this though," Genoa said looking at them seriously,"McGonagall wants me to keep an eye on Draco."

Harry looked at the other two then back at Genoa,"Why?"

"Well, Lupin did say last year that Voldemort, (oh grow up Ronald!) chose Draco to do something…maybe they have a new lead." Hermione stated.

"Why would McGonagall ask you to do it though?" Ron asked Genoa puzzled.

In all honesty, she had had a feeling that it was because of the powers she possessed. She was also certain that it was at Professor Dumbledore's request, although he had not addressed her formally about it and she wondered why. She had never told the others that she had been having visions since she could remember, just played some of them off as nightmares. She never knew when they were going to happen, though. She had no control over them. It killed her to lie to the others, and especially not confess the things she had seen. But she was afraid of the visions and afraid of what they might lead too. She had been secretly corresponding with Dumbledore for years about them and giving him any information she was able too. She knew what Professor McGonagall had implied before Genoa left her office. You need to look past things to see what truly lies within. It was a message for sure. It was also, slowly becoming something else.

"I think its because I'm a Wandless," knowing that was only partially true,"My powers are insanely advanced. Not to mention, I carry the ring.

"Hermione nodded in agreement and Genoa breathed easier, "Of course, it makes perfect sense. Think about it."

"It also sounds risky," Harry said grumpily.

"I don't think I'm going to focus too much on it right now though, I've only just got back and I'm already having problems with that prat," Genoa added bitterly.

"I suppose.." Harry answered unsurely, but didn't say anything more.

Genoa and Hermione say goodnight to Harry and Ron and made their way up the winding staircase to their beds. She didn't even bother getting undressed as she threw herself onto her four-poster bed, taking in the sheets, almost forgetting how soft they were.

"Someone's tired," she heard Hermione's voice, but didn't get up as she replied.

"Yea, you can say that."

"Erm-Genoa, is everything alright," Hermione said unsurely, as if she didn't know how to ask the question.

Genoa lifted her head up to look at her, "Yea, why?"

She watched Hermione fidget,"I was just wondering, you seem to be a little off."

"Hermione, trust me when I tell you, everything is fine."

Guilt rised in her.

"Alright then, goodnight Genoa," she said, climbing into bed and drawing the curtains so that she was hidden from view.

"Night," she replied back and rolled onto her back so that she was looking up at the ceiling. She knew very well that everything was not fine, but she couldn't tell Hermione that. In fact, she couldn't tell anyone. The only person that knew her other secret, was Dumbledore, and she figured McGonagall now and it was a big deal when she realized she had no one to confide in about it. At least, none of her friends. Eventually though, she knew they would find out, and if it wasn't from her mouth, they would most certainly write her off. Then again, maybe they would anyway. She sighed heavily and closed her eyes, trying to think of anything that made sense in her life, and surprisingly, she only saw Draco Malfoy's face.

His mission, had become hers.-

"Today's schedule is rubbish," said Ron furiously at the Gryffindor table during breakfast the next morning,"Oh wait, I forgot, we get a free period!"

"That time is for studying Ronald!" Hermione argued, as Professor McGonagall conversed with Neville and Harry about theirs.

"What about you?" Ron turned to Genoa, who was immersed in a bowl of cereal and handed her his schedule.

"Mine isn't to bad. We don't have many classes together. Just Potions and Defense against the Dark Arts. What a letdown."

She slid Ron back his schedule as Professor McGonagall approached her.

"Ms. Valence, I do hope you are still considering taking some advance classes this year, like Ms. Granger here. You certainly would receive more attention from the Ministry when you graduate."

Genoa laid her spoon down before speaking,"I don't know Professor. Isn't that a bit much for me right now?" hoping she knew what Genoa was implying.

"Nonsense," Professor McGonagall stated,"I expect to see you in my advanced class this morning." and with that she continued handing out todays schedule.

"I really wish I had my broomstick right now," Genoa said, gloomily.

"What for?" Harry asked.

"So I don't have to deal with seeing Malfoy's stupid face in advanced Transfiguration. I can't believe he's smart enough for that class. At least we are taking it together, right 'Mione?" and to her dismay she shook her head and Genoa slumped over.

"I'm sorry, I have Ancient Runes first, I didn't get into the morning class," Hermione replied,"How do you think I feel? But, this is just another opportunity for you to watch him."

Genoa picked up a grape and squeezed it till the insides popped out,"Not if he skips, which he always does. He thinks he's so above everyone else."

Ron snorted,"Its Malfoy. What did you expect?"

"Come on we better get to class." Harry said, ending the conversation.

Genoa was miserable that she didn't have as many classes with them this time, and that her first period would be with Malfoy. She understood Professor McGonagall's concern for her education, but she also felt she was doing this on purpose. Like she didn't have enough to worry about. She also hoped she would be able to contain her temper around him. There was something unusually more infuriating about him this year, and he was doing a fine job at pushing her. She was still trying to figure out how he had found out about her mother. That only meant that someone had betrayed her, but who had stooped so low? Who would be so evil? Perhaps she should speak to Dumbledore and express her concern. Surely he would listen. She waved bye to the others and made her way upstairs, her bag already weighing her down.

"I knew I should have bloody charmed this thing," She huffed, not paying attention to where she was going, only to hit into someone hard and fall to the floor.

"You look better down there." A sneer voice replied and she looked up to see the no good prat, Malfoy.

"Stuff it, git." she snapped,"Have a nice night in the hospital wing?"

He didn't answer right away, but played with a piece of lent from his shirt that had become very interesting.

"If I were you, I would never do anything like that ever again."

Genoa laughed as she got to her feet, brushing herself off."You can't threaten me, Malfoy. It won't work. If you should be scared of anyone, it should be me!"

He raised his eyebrow at her, as if she had become suddenly curious to look at."You think so, do you?"

Genoa threw he arms up in frustration,"God! You are unbelievable! No wonder your so alone!"

He didn't say anything as she pushed past him and made her way into the Transfiguration classroom, and she was shocked he didn't try to hex her. She sat as far away as possible from the front and removed her book from her bag as he came walking in. There was hardly anyone there yet, seeing as she was 5 minutes early and she wondered why Malfoy was being so punctual. She ignored him and began reading quietly to herself as he sat down next to her, making her look up at him.

"What are you doing?" she spat at him.

"Sitting, what does it look like? Geez, for someone so smart, you are really are dumb, Valence. I think Granger is wearing off on you."

She stared at him. Had he just called her smart?

"What are you playing at?"

"Excuse me?"

"You just said I was smart. Did you actually just say something nice?"

He looked away and began examining his finger nails, "Yea, so what?"

Genoa shifted her body away from him,"I'm not going to fall for that. You may have power over other girls, but certainly not me."

Before he could open his mouth, he was drowned out by the bell and chatting students as they all filled into the classroom. Professor McGonagall came walking in hurriedly and stood at the front of the room, her wand aloft and began writing words on the chalkboard.

ADVANCED TRANSFIGURATION

YEAR 6

TODAY'S OBJECTIVE: TRANSFORMING NON-LIVING OBJECTS

PROFESSOR MCGONAGALL

Genoa looked at the board, expecting to be working on something extremely difficult, but was relieved to see that she already had a pretty good idea on how to do this. She looked over at Malfoy, who was just staring into space, pretending to be paying attention.

"Now then," Professor McGonagall began, "Welcome to Advanced Transfiguration. Those select few that have made it in here, have achieved impressive levels of magic and wish to continue on in order to attain high positions after graduation. However, even though you may think you know everything, there is still much more to learn. There will be no fooling around in this class and the workload will be heavy, but I have complete faith in you all. With that being said, let us move on to today's lesson: Transfiguring Non-Living Objects."

She tapped the board again so that the previous writing was replaced by fresh words: INCANTATION: FREIVIO (fra-e-ve-o)

"Now, repeat after me: FREIVIO!"

"FREIVIO!" the class said loudly, except Draco

"Very good," Professor McGonagall said,"Now, I want you to repeat it a couple of times and then practice this wand movement."She brandished her wand so that it made somewhat of a swirling movement,"Then you will each try to transfigure the rocks that I have placed on your desks into flies. Whoever manages to do it, will not receive homework for this evening. Off you go."

Without even another minute of practicing, Genoa raised her wand, pointed it at the motionless rock and cried, "FREIVIO!" and was happy to see that her rock had become a tiny fly. She watched as it flew into the air and landed on a nearby unlit candle stick.

"How the bloody hell did you do that?" Malfoy cried out, angrily, making Genoa frown at him.

"I payed attention. Its really very easy."

"You did it on the first try, what gives?"

Genoa rolled her eyes,"Come off it Malfoy. Just do it like this."

Not even wondering why she was bothering to help him, she demonstrated the technique, making sure he was watching and sure enough his rock had turned into a fly.

"You try it now."

Grumpily, he changed his fly back to a rock and repeated exactly what she had done, and to his dismay, turned his rock into a fly and landed next to hers.

"What are you smiling about?" He sneered at her.

"A 'your welcome' would be nice!" She yelled at him.

He threw his wand down on the table, "I would have figure it out myself. I didn't need help from a stupid half-blood."

Genoa was completely outraged, her mouth open in disbelief.

"Careful, you wouldn't want to catch any flies," he smirked.

By the end of class,(and Genoa on her last nerve) Professor Mcgonagall declared Genoa's work outstanding and she received no homework, along with ten points to Gryffindor. As the bell rang, she collected her things and began to leave the classroom, only to have her bag split open, the contents spilling everywhere.

"I guess we can also add clumsy to your list of qualities," Malfoy laughed at her and she watched the hem of his robes disappear out the door, his laughter ringing in her ears. With a wave of her wand, she repaired her bag and broken ink bottles and shoved everything in her bag as she fumed with anger, one clear thought in her head:

She was lucky Professor McGonagall was there, because she was pretty sure she would have gone to Azkaban for murder.

"Draco-Malfoy-Is-A-Gigantic-Prat" Genoa said through clenched teeth as she walked with the others to Defense Against the Dark Arts.

"I can't believe you actually even bothered to help him," Hermione replied to her, "I would have let him failed."

"Yea, well, I was trying to make a good impression to McGonagall. At least I got no homework."

Ron sniffed loudly, "Yea, we didn't get anything either."

"I have so much to do for Ancient Ruins," Hermione said breathlessly.

"I wonder why he sat next to you." Harry said,"And even talked to you."

Genoa looked at him,"To be honest, there's something off about him. Its like he's…depressed and lonely."

"Ha! He's so full of it," Ron laughed,"Come on Genoa, you can't actually think that? He's just trying to fool you."

Genoa bit her lip and lowered her voice so that she wouldn't be overheard,"I don't know. Something doesn't seem right."

"Yea, he's a death eater, that's why," Harry replied and the others shook there heads at him, all except Genoa.

"What? You think I'm right now?" Harry asked at seeing the look on her face.

"I think your right more than I did the other day, if that's what you mean," She answered as they approached the classroom door.

"You think that after being alone with Malfoy for 2 hours?" Harry said.

"Well, I just got a weird vibe from him. He sits next to me, then attempts to make conversation with me and then pushes me away. Its like he's trying to ask me for help."

"Or, he's just trying to get to you." Ron said.

They all looked at him and then Hermione spoke, as if a light bulb had just come on inside her head.

"You know, I think Ron is right."

"You do?" he said, shocked.

"Yes, what if Malfoy knows about her, and he's trying to get close enough to get information."

"But, there's no way!" Harry argued,"How could he?"

Genoa had been wondering the exact same question, since Malfoy had accused her of being a Wandless.

"Someone told him," she said,"There's no other explanation. Someone must have betrayed us."

They all looked at her with wide eyes.

"We have to tell Dumbledore," Hermione said.

Before any of them could speak once more, the classroom door opened to reveal Snape, in all his malicious glory. He looked as if he had not slept well the previous night and his black robes were dingy. His hair was as greasy as ever and Genoa could of sworn he was trying to burn a hole in Harry's head with his eyes. He stared at all four of them, clearly not excited to see them before barking at them.

"Inside!"

All of them scampered into the classroom and took their seats, Genoa wishing she was somewhere else.