A/N: If I spell any spells wrong, just let me know. I'm a horrid speller but I really do try my best, I promise! School is really hitting it hard with homework now, but I still write a lot on weekends so not to worry. I'm actually not sure whom I'm writing this to because no one reviews my story yet, but I might as well write it anyways. Enjoy.

The Dark Mark:

'Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!' Draco stormed through the Slytherin Common Room ignoring every one of the stares and voices calling out to him. He strode purposefully into the boy's hallway and moved to his private room. Seeing as how he was a Prefect he lucky got his own room. Lucky because he really wanted some…alone time after what he had just done.

He cast some silencing charms around his room, the colour scheme of course being silver and green, from the rug on the floor by the fire, to his bed, to the drapes on his windows. He picked up the first thing he saw, which happened to be an ugly vase his mother had sent him from home with some horribly done dragon design in silver over the green background.

Picking it up ruthlessly, he swung it with all his might at the opposite wall and listened to the satisfying smash as it broke into nearly a million pieces. He cast 'reparo' on it and moved across the room and picked it up. He made the movement to throw it again but stopped, holding on to the handle and keeping it from smashing again…barely.

'Elizabeth wouldn't want me destroying things. That's almost as bad as what I did before…why do I care? Who cares if Potter and I fought and it upset her? Its none of her business…so why…do I care?' he began wondering why this one little insignificant muggle-born could have such an affect on him. He had fought with Potter many times and of course it had upset people… 'Maybe it's because she's new…yeah that has to be it…' he nodded to himself and set the ugly vase back down on the shelf of books beside him.

He walked into his private bathroom to wash up before bed and then undressed to his boxers, cast a spell to close the drapes and slid under his emerald green covers. He crushed his eyes closed as a bright light stayed over his eyes. He opened one eye carefully and saw that although the drapes were closed, a tiny sliver of moonlight had found a crack to leave a faint line of magical glow over the blonde's head.

'Stupid moon…Moon…Elizabeth…I guess I should apologize. She'll need help finding the Great Hall for breakfast anyways. I'll make it up to her then…' and with that he drifted into sleep, almost enjoying the faint glow that lit up his platinum hair…

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'I…am…such…a bloody idiot!' Harry mentally screamed at himself as he burst into the Gryffindor Common Room. Quite a few people looked, and continued to look as he walked slowly but without hesitation into the room towards the tower stairs towards the room Ron and himself were sharing this year. Even though they weren't Prefects, as the ages got higher, there were less dorm mates. Harry and Ron had obviously decided to share.

"Hey mate, are you ok?" Ron's voice followed him as he strode past the chairs by the fire holding Hermione and Ron.

"Harry, what's wrong?" Hermione sounded worried as she looked at the boy who didn't even glance their way.

Harry tuned them out; why did everyone stare? 'Elizabeth doesn't stare…and now I screwed that up too! I'm such an idiot! She probably won't even talk to me anymore. I just lost a potential friend who wouldn't look at me as the bloody Boy-Who-Lived, but as a boy, just Harry!' he continued to rant silently as he stormed up the tower stairs to his room.

Opening the door and slamming it shut behind him, a few trinkets on his desk jingled with the force at which the door closed. Not bothering with silencing charms, he began yelling and kicking his trunk. His toe's collision with the hard wood made his toe throb painfully and he sat down so he wouldn't chuck the trunk out the window.

For a few brief moments he wished he would throw out the wooden box with all his belongings just so he could hear the satisfying 'thunk' of it hitting the ground, but then he lay down, his face placed firmly in his pillow as he thought of something. 'Elizabeth wouldn't want me destroying things and screaming at the top of my lungs…It would just add to my list of "stupid things I did that upset Elizabeth", Malfoy probably doesn't even care…but I need to apologize…tomorrow I'll help her find the Great Hall and I can make it up to her then…'

Slowly he got up, finally under control and got ready for bed, changing into his boxers and slipping under the covers. He set his glasses on the bedside table next to his wand, deciding he didn't want to block out the beautiful moonlight that enveloped him in his Gryffindor red and gold bed.

'Beautiful full moon tonight…Moon…Elizabeth…Its funny how I care so much about what she thinks and I don't even really know her yet. I hope she'll forgive me for being so stupid with Malfoy…' he thought as he drifted to sleep, snuggling up into his sheets further with the feeling of the moon's magical glow on him.

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Elizabeth groaned as sunlight filled her eyes… 'Too…bright,' she turned over and shoved her face in her pillow. She wondered why she was so uncomfortable and then she fell out of bed with the pure shock of remembering that she had slept in her clothes…in a school of magic…that she would be staying at…because she couldn't remember her parents…

For a second she wanted to bounce up and down at the pure joy of getting to learn at a magical school, but then she wanted to sit in a corner and cry because she didn't remember anything…her family…her friends…her life… but after a few moments of leaning against the glass window, warmed by the sun's rays, she decided she would put both off at the moment seeing as she was getting quite hungry.

She turned to her wardrobe and remembered that she didn't have any clothes to change into. She also remembered that she didn't have a toothbrush, hairbrush, or anything else a gal would need either. Sighing, she opened the door to her Common Room and ran her fingers through her hair, trying to straighten her bed hair…it didn't work.

When she lifted her eyes to look around the room, she nearly had a heart attack when she saw that not one…but two boys were in her room, watching her every move. Draco was on one couch, his arms folded across his chest as he eyed Harry suspiciously. Harry was on the opposite couch, closer to the fire and was also looking at Draco with dissatisfaction and suspicion.

"What the hell are you two doing in my room?" Elizabeth screeched. She was quite happy that she was still in proper clothes, and was also happy that something from last night must have stuck seeing as they were both here with guilty looks on their faces, but whatever happened to privacy? What if she had just gotten out of the shower or something?

"I…we…came to lead you to the Great Hall for breakfast. And I-" Harry was cut off.

"We…came to apologize for the way we acted last night. It was very rude of us to fight in front of you. We are sorry to have barged in on your rooms like this, but we didn't think us standing outside the portrait would give you much privacy when others found out this was your room…" Draco began to ramble.

"You're forgiven…this time," Elizabeth put extra emphasis on the last two words to get the message drilled into their skulls, "but you two better smarten up. I see no reason for you two to fight over every little thing."

"You're right Elizabeth," they said at the same time and looked at each other in disbelief and slight disgust.

"Call me Lizzie, and if I'm so right, why do you to still look at each other in disgust just because you agree on something?" She turned her back on them and began walking towards her bathroom, muttering just loudly enough for the two rivals to hear, "boys!"

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Ten minutes later, Elizabeth returned to the Common Room that was occupied by two boys trying their best to ignore each other. The redhead rolled her eyes and ruffled her hair. If she couldn't fix her bed hair…she decided she would make it the way she liked it. She fluffed it around until the ringlets sat the way she liked it around her shoulders, framing her delicate face and unique eyes. She noted with interest that both pairs of eyes were staring at her as she did so… 'Odd, it's not like they've never seen a girl before. I'm certainly nothing special…in looks or ability. Boys really are odd…' she cleared her throat and both boys started.

Harry blushed, and Draco carried the faintest twinge of pink that he could not hold back. "So are we ready?" She asked them as they stood up. They both nodded and Elizabeth slipped out of the portrait, saying a polite goodbye to Eliza as the two boys followed her, one on each side, even with her comfortable walking speed.

"Elizabeth-Lizzie?" Harry quickly fixed his mistake at Elizabeth's glare sent his way. "Where did you get that scar over your eye?" Draco gaped at the boy, 'way to be subtle Potter!' the thought dryly. But he was happy the Gryffindork had asked, he was also quite curious and he trained his eyes on the girl's face.

Elizabeth furrowed her eyebrows, where had she gotten the scar? It was…no, the answer was gone again, leaving her grasp. She knew this, she did! She continued a silent game of tug-of-war with whatever was pulling the ideas out of her mind and the boys were beginning to worry.

"Lizzie?" Draco asked tentatively.

"…Don't remember…" Elizabeth sighed and smiled at the two boys. "This sucks, I can't remember anything! I just wish I could-" she was abruptly cut off when someone pulled her away from the blonde and black-haired boy.

"Oh Elizabeth! I've been looking everywhere for you!" the captor yelled loudly as she pulled the started girl into a tight embrace. Elizabeth simply turned her head to look at the scared looking boys and mouthed, 'who is this lunatic?'

Draco felt his heart drop to his feet and onto the ground, this was a disaster! Why was Pansy all over Lizzie? If this had anything to do with Voldemort, the redhead could be in serious danger…

"Um…hi. Can you…need to breathe…" Elizabeth was trying to force her way out of the girl's death hug while trying to remain polite. This girl was giving her the creeps…and not just because of the tight hold she had on her.

"Oh! I wanted to talk to you since last night!" Pansy Parkinson ignored the girl in her grasp trying to breathe and continued her rant. 'The Dark Lord is intrigued by her, but I want her for myself! Forget the Dark Lord! She's mine! If only I didn't have the mark, then I wouldn't need to worry about serving him and trying to keep her from him!' Pansy's whole mind was taken over by these thoughts.

Both Harry and Draco's eyes widened, they had been practicing Legilimency and with Pansy's whole mind taken over in the one thought, they picked up on it without even trying. They shared a look, if Voldemort was interested, it wasn't a good thing…at least Pansy was…distracted.

Although Elizabeth didn't know Legilimency or any such spell, she suddenly got a distinct feeling in her stomach, maybe from her instinct; maybe from the two boys behind her somehow, she didn't know, but she got the feeling of danger. It was practically radiating off this crazy girl. First she wanted to shove her off and run for her life, but then it may make things worse…better to keep the girl on her side.

"Well, its great to meet you too, but I'm really hungry and…" Pansy finally let go of Elizabeth, but kept her right hand firmly grasped with the redhead's left one.

"Of course! Of course! I'll take you to the Great Hall, come along!" she said joyfully as she pulled along a very reluctant Elizabeth in her wake. Elizabeth was frantic. Her skin felt like it was burning where there was contact between girls. She turned her head to the two boys who had no idea what to do. Seeing their faces looking that scared only heightened her own nerves as she mouthed, 'help me' to the black and blonde haired boys.

Pansy seemed oblivious that the girl in her arm was frantically trying to get away and she didn't really care anyways. "We can be in the same classes, and we can hang out on weekends, and maybe you can come to my family's Christmas party and-OW!" She quickly dropped her grasp from the muggle-girl at the sudden pain in her left arm.

Something was happening to her dark mark but it wasn't the same as when she was being summoned, this was more like a 1000 needles surrounding the mark and digging it out. Forgetting that Elizabeth, Potter, and Draco were watching, she pulled up her sleeve to reveal the glowing mark. As the pain increased, the mark glowed brighter and Pansy could have sworn it was being burnt.

Suddenly the mark began to smoke, letting off heat and an ugly green mist. Dumbledore's voice suddenly filled Elizabeth's mind, 'do not fear to do what your instincts command', she looked at Pansy who was looking at the ugly mark on her arm. Instincts were yelling at her to put her right hand on that ugly mark, so she did.

Elizabeth lunged forward and clamped her right hand over the mark, using her left hand to hold the girl named Pansy from running away as she screamed louder. Elizabeth wanted to scream too as the pain in her palm grew to the extreme but she had to concentrate on keeping her hand on the mark.

Under the cover of the muggle's hand so that no one saw, flesh began to burn away, taking the dark mark with it. It hurt so much, Pansy stopped screaming, and it hurt too much to think about how to scream. She just wished it would stop! And then it did. Suddenly all the pain, the smoky mist, everything was gone; including the support the other girl had given with her hand.

The view the two 6th year boys had was horrible. Elizabeth holding Pansy to her as she held onto Pansy's Dark Mark for all she was worth with her right hand. The Slytherin's screams sent chills through their spines and suddenly it was over. The screams had almost been better than this silence after them. Elizabeth collapsed on the floor, immediately unconscious and Pansy followed suit mere seconds later. The Gryffindor and Slytherin rushed to the two girls as Pansy hit the ground, her left arm lying limply in front of her.

The two that remained conscious in the otherwise deserted hallways gasped as they saw that Pansy Parkinson's arm was a normal arm without any marks at all. Pansy Parkinson's Dark Mark was gone…

A/N: WOW! I didn't expect that! I, the author didn't expect that! I just started writing, thinking that we'd do some shopping and then start classes, but apparently my subconscious had other plans. Wow. That is weird. Now I need to figure out all the details. Figures, my mind writes the story and leaves me to the details. Well, I hope you liked it. I'll get out chapter 4 as soon as I figure out some things.