Harry,

Harry,

No need to worry your messy little head, Malfoy isn't going to try anything, or have you forgotten that though he acts all though he still get intimidated by you rather easily. These are the times when I'm glad you're so protective and possessive. Just think, one more month and then we get to go to the Burrow and our terrible summers will be over. I'm actually looking forward to it, I haven't seen Fred, George, Charlie or Bill in forever. I'm not looking forward to seeing Ginny though. She didn't talk to me all term and when she did it got rather intense. Hermione and I chose not to mention this to you or Ron during term because we didn't want to risk a "family feud". Hopefully things will change by the time we get to go over there. Speaking of which, any idea how you're going to get there? I doubt your aunt and uncle are going to let you use to Floo Network. Plus Dumbledore advised against it. Sorry I don't have time to write much, I probably won't for a while, I have to work on my lesson plans for Malfoy. He has me tutoring him five days a week for four hours at a time. So up until it's time to leave most of my time is going to be accounted for. Don't let that stop you from writing though, you know how much I love getting letters. Enjoy the cookies.

Always,

Serella

She hated the idea of not being able to write as much as she normally did over the holidays. Once she and Harry got started their letters would go on for pages, talking about both everything and nothing. One thing that she loved about having Harry as a friend was that it was always so easy to talk to him about anything, of all her friends she knew that he was the one who knew the most about the importance of keeping a good secret. In the simplest of words, he was her rock and she was his shelter.

Monday came around all to quickly for her liking, but she was pleased with her attempts at avoiding her creepy uncle. He made it all too easy, staying in his room, drinking most likely, so all she had to do was stay in hers. She had the perfect excuse not to go anywhere else in the house… tutoring.

The Floo Networks were being watched, but it was well known to all wizarding families that the witches and wizards that watched them were all in Lucious Malfoy's inner circle. It bothered Serella greatly, Death Eaters and dark wizards always scared her, but it was the only way she was going to be able to keep her commitment to the school.

Sible and Sarah were gone from the early morning hours until late at night and both Jetta and Simon worked out in the gardens during most of the day, so getting ready and getting around to traveling was easier to do without the distractions.

Serella always hated traveling by the Floo Network; the nauseating sensation was something that she never got used to while being jerked around in every direction. Flying may be a less efficient way of traveling, but not only was it more exciting but to her it was safer.

The Floo Network was quicker though, she'd give it that much on it's Pro list, but she hated having to wear a long black robe around her clothes to prevent them from getting damaged permanently by the soot in the fireplace of Malfoy Manor. She coughed, shaking the dust out of her hair, before slipping of her robe to revel her in normal clothes with her bag draped casually over her shoulder.

Sere wouldn't admit it, but she was impressed with the house that she was going to be tutoring in. The sofas and chairs were covered in black leather, much like the Slytherin common room, or so it was rumored, and the carpets were silver with black snakes embroidered on them. Antique masks, vases, statues and paintings littered the room in a graceful way, giving her the impression that it was more of a museum for dark magic, rather than an actual house.

"You're late." A sneering voice came from the shadows, causing her to jump around and drop her traveling cloak.

"No I'm not." She stated, glancing at the large grandfather clock in the corner to her left, it had just struck ten when she had stepped out of the fire place.

"Well you're not perfectly on time as I requested." The platinum blonde slender sixteen year old boy emerged from the shadows, attempting to be mysterious and unknowing coming off as nothing but annoying.

"You're lucky I'm here at all Malfoy. If you want I can leave and go back to trying to enjoy my summer instead of trying to help you."

"You wouldn't do that Gyles, you honor that mudblood loving headmaster far too much to go back on your word."

Serella bit her tongue, he was right and he knew it. Being on the headmasters good side had it's disadvantages as well as it's perks.

"Come on now, I don't have all day you know." He complained, taking a seat on one of the leather chairs and setting his feat up on the mahogany table.

She inwardly slapped, kicked, bit, punched, and cursed herself for doing this. It was torture to have to listen to him and be on his schedule, but it was for the good of the school, she just had to keep telling herself that.

"I figured that we could start off with History of Magic –"

"Good," he cut her off as she started pulling out notebooks from her heavy bag, "I'd didn't pay any attention to that bloody boring ghost."

"Well there's your problem, try actually caring about school."

"I'm almost as good as you and that mudblood in Potions, so telling me that I don't pay any attention is a bit of a stretched lie."

"That's only because you're in Snapes house and want to impress him so that he doesn't give a bad report to your father."

"Shut up about things that you don't know anything about." He growled at her, temporarily either forgetting, or not caring, that he was scaring her out of her mind and that she would tell Harry about it all later.

"Whatever you say Malfoy, now let's just get down to business, I want to try to get this over with as quickly as possible."

"Agreed."

She propped open the book from their fifth year, History of Goblins, Trolls, and Giants and handed Malfoy a sheet of paper with a basic outline of the first chapter. He looked over it without a problem but quickly tossed it away when a gong sounded.

"I'll be right back." He got up to leave and was almost out of the room when he turned around, holding up a warning finger, "Whatever you do, don't leave this room or there will be dire consequences." The look in her eyes told her not to question him and that he wasn't exaggerating. This had to of been what Harry meant by Malfoy being dangerous, and though he certainly was a bully at school, something told her that his behavior there was nothing compared to what it was going to be now.