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My heart was pounding and I was starting to panic. With all my training and drilling, now that I was in actual danger, I was frozen and had no idea what to do. "Don't even think about trying to call out to them in any way," the voice whispered in my ear, and seconds later I saw a few students walk by. There was a voice screaming in my mind to do something, to use my powers, but I couldn't get them to work right. It should have been nothing for me to get away from this person, but for some reason, I couldn't do anything.

After what seemed like an eternity, but was could have only been a few minutes, I saw Draco walking down the corridor towards us. I started screaming his name in my head, trying to call out to him. As he was passing the statue, he paused for a second and looked in my direction. For a moment my heart soared and I thought he saw us, but after a second or two, he just continued down the hall.

As soon as he was out of sight, my captor tightened his alright tight hold on me causing me to wince, and whimper in pain. "We are going to cross the corridor. Don't try anything funny," he told me in a low rough voice.

He hurried us across the corridor, nearly supporting all my weight the entire time, and pulled me into an empty class room, where he let me go and quickly cast a silencing spell on the room. I moved away and turned to him, only to find myself face to face with a tall form in a dark cloak and the hood covering its face. "Who are you?" I asked, hearing a tremor in my voice and hating it.

The figure hesitated for a moment, and then pulled back its hood. I stared at the person in shock for a moment before yelling, "Uncle Damien?"

He looked at me with disapproval. "You panicked. You should have known who I was from the beginning. You should have been able to get away with ease."

"You attacked me," I said, still not believing what was going on.

"Yes, and I succeeded in abducting you. You could be dead by now."

"Why did you do that? What's wrong with you?" I asked feeling my temper start to kick in.

"I knew you weren't ready. You should be prepared for anything at all times. Especially when you insist on spending time with the enemy," he told me coldly.

I took a deep breath, trying to control my aggravation. Uncle Damien always took my training too far. No matter how well I did at something, it was never enough for him. I always had to be better, because there were always attacks happening everywhere. So far though, the only one to make a surprise attack on me was him. But at that moment, something else he said had caught my attention. "The enemy?" I asked.

"Albus told me that you have been spending a lot of time with Draco Malfoy."

"Draco is not the enemy. Voldemort is, in case you forgot."

He winced at my used of the name. "The Malfoys are known supporters of him. Draco's father is one his closest followers. Do you honestly expect Draco to be any different? His father would kill him before letting him turn his back on You-Know-Who."

"You don't know anything about Draco. He wouldn't hurt me."

"You think that spoiled brat would put his life on the line to protect you? To keep your secret? All he cares about is himself," he just about shouted at me. I stared at him unbelievingly. He didn't know the first thing about Draco. He had already put his life on the line to protect me. He did the moment he agreed to the bond, and has been since that very moment. I tried to walk away from my uncle, but he grabbed my arm and held me in place. "Can't you see that I'm just trying to protect you? Do you have any idea how important you are to this world?"

I shook my head and felt tears burning in my eyes. "That's all I am to you. I'm the weapon. I'm what is going to save the world from Voldemort."

He looked confused. "That is who you are. You can't change it."

"That's not all I am. I'm just a 16 year old girl. I am also your niece, your flesh and blood. I can't control the world. There is only so much I can do. What do you expect from me?"

"You are not just some 16 year old girl. You have been granted power that people have killed for. You are destined to be our savior. You can't just run away from your responsibilities. You have to stand up and play your role. I expect you to stop acting like a child and do what's right."

"My responsibilities?" I asked laughing. "Who made the world my responsibility? A prophecy? A stupid glowing ball? I didn't sign up for this, and I surely didn't agree. You all have pushed it on me. And who even knows for sure if it is supposed to be me? It could have been her."

He shook his head in disgust. "You know why it's you. Grow up and stop acting like a kid. Whining isn't going to solve anyone's problems."

"Look at me! I am just a kid. I wasn't born an adult. I have to grow up on my own."

"You're the reason this world is going to fall to the Dark. How can you go around befriending the enemy knowing this? How can you put all of our lives at risk for your own personal enjoyment?"

I looked at him in shock. He couldn't be serious, but unfortunately knowing him, he was. I just shook my head. "I'll be sure to tell Mom you stopped by," I told him heading towards the door.

"You can hate me all you want, but I'm not going to baby you. I'm telling you the truth, and sugar coating it isn't going to make things easier. You might not have chosen this, but you have to follow through. I didn't wish this on you either. I wish this didn't happen to you and that you could have a normal life, but the fates have other things planned for you. You may think of me as cruel and heartless, and that's fine, but all I do, is to protect you. Everyone wants to just pretend that you are normal and that nothing bad will happen to you. I'm just trying to prepare you, so hate me if you must," he told me. For the first time in my life, I saw some genuine emotion in his eyes. Unfortunately that couldn't change the years of hell he had put me through.

"Good-bye Uncle Damien," I told him before leaving.

I ran down the corridor trying to find Draco, but didn't see him anywhere. I started to panic, thinking that maybe Uncle Damien set a trap for him somewhere. I wouldn't really put it past him, especially since he had already declared him an enemy. The thought alone made me quicken my step. In the middle of my panic, I turned a corner and ran bodily into something and fell to the ground. I looked up to see Draco looking at me with a confused expression. I jumped up and threw my arms around him.

"We've got to stop meeting like this," he told me with a smirk.

"I'm sorry," I whispered into his neck.

"Where were you?" he asked, sounding as confused as he looked.

"I got lost," I lied, burying my face into his chest.

"You're lying. What happened?" he said his voice growing cold and he pulled me off of him so he could look me in the eye.

"Can we just go somewhere?" I asked tugging at his hand. He wouldn't move at first. He just kept glaring at me with a look that demanded that I spilled all my secrets. "I'll let you have your secrets if you let me have mine."

I saw him argue with himself for a few seconds. I knew that he hated having things kept from him, but his own privacy must have won him over because he finally said, "Fine, where do you want to go?"

I just shrugged. "Anywhere but here."

He led me back to the roof to the same spot where we had spent the night and watched the sunrise. We sat down, and once again he wrapped his arms around me and held me close. "Are you ok?" he asked softly.

I felt myself smile and I turned to look at him. "I'm fine. How have you been?"

He sighed. "I've been surviving," he answered vaguely.

"Are you ok?"I asked.

He shrugged. "I guess. But then again I'm not the one who was unconscious for two days."

"I'm sorry," I told him softly.

"For what?"

"Adding to your problems. I know you were worried."

He smirked at me. "What would make you think that I was worried?"

"I know you visited me a lot, and you would talk to me. I could hear your voice, though I couldn't hear what you were saying. And when I was waking up, I was inside your mind and heard you freaking out. Besides you even told me that you were worried after I woke up."

He chuckled. "I should have known that you would hear. You always hear everything." He ran his hand through my hair, his slim fingers twisting the long strands. "You are right. I was worried. You looked horrible. I thought you were going to die. I thought that just when you come back into my life, you were going to leave right away. And when Dumbledore told me that you were in the hospital wing…" he trailed off.

I hugged him closer and kissed him. "I'm sorry. I never meant for that to happen, or for you to be so worried. But I'm fine. You know it would take a hell of a lot more to get rid of me." He remained silent for a long while until I asked. "What are you thinking?"

"Does it annoy you? When someone blocks you from reading their mind?" he asked.

"Not really," I answered honestly. "I kind of enjoy the silence. I can't really turn it on and off, so usually I always hear this low mumbling in my head that I try my best to tune out. When they block me, it kind of makes things easier. And I don't accidently respond to something they are thinking rather than saying."

"What about when you really want to know what someone is thinking?"

I laughed. "It's a bit annoying knowing that I could know if I really wanted to. But I just remember that normal people wouldn't be able to know, and I usually get over it."

"Do you ever get so curious you read their minds anyways?"

"Sometimes. I can't always help it, and it was worse when I was younger. I try not to though, because I know I wouldn't want someone reading my thoughts."

"Have you ever read mine when you knew I didn't want you to?" he asked in measured tones.

I sighed and thought for a moment about how to answer him without entirely pissing him off. "When I knew you before, I did. You weren't that good at blocking your thoughts, and I wasn't that good at keeping my guard up. "Besides," I started, turning around so that I was straddling his lap, "touching makes it almost impossible for me to keep my guard up and the thoughts flow to me easily. Of course, sometimes I'm too distracted to pay attention to them." I started kissing him.

After a few seconds he stopped and looked at me suspiciously. "Are you trying to get in my head?" he asked with a dangerous edge to his voice.

I laughed. "Not literally. What's with all the questions all of a sudden anyways? You never seemed too interested before."

He shrugged. "It was more dangerous to know before."

"Why?" I asked, starting to feel suspicious and uncomfortable. I turned back around so that my back was to him, and he couldn't see my face.

"I didn't know how to block my mind as well before. And my father might have been able to get the information out of me."

"Did he ever get any information about me out of you?"

"Just your cover story that everyone around the manor knew."

I felt myself sigh with relief. If his father found out any information about me, I would have been in serious trouble. I started to think that maybe my uncle was right. Maybe it was dangerous being so close to Draco with his father being who he was. What if he found a way around the bond? Or what if he just didn't care enough about his son's life to spare him and forced him to talk? His father was cruel, and completely loyal to Voldemort. Was he willing to sacrifice himself to save his son if it came down to it? I shuddered at the thought.

"Are you ok?" Draco asked, his voice barely a whisper, his breath brushing my ear.

"I'm fine. I'm just a little tired still," I told him.

"You should get some sleep then," he murmured, his lips against my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

"I'd rather stay here with you," I told him softly.

He gave me a genuine smile, making my heart melt. "We always have tomorrow. You should get some sleep so you can feel better. Besides I heard you'll need it for what Snape has in store for you, and you'll probably want to start on your make-up work, knowing you."

I moaned, and buried my face in him. "Thanks for reminding me."

I heard him chuckle and he gently lifted me up. "We can spend all morning together, I promise. Besides I have some things to do. So go get some work done and don't forget to get some sleep. You know how to find me if you need me." He led me through the corridors for a few minutes before stopping. "Good-night, beautiful," he told me caressing my cheek before kissing me good-night.

I couldn't help but giggle. He was being unbelievably sweet, which was unlike him, and I couldn't help but to wonder how long it was going to last. I felt his eyes on me as I walked away and headed back to the tower.

When I got back to my common room, it was still full of my peers all doing something to pass the evening hours before heading to bed. I spotted Harry and his friends by the fire and headed over to them. "Have a nice walk?" Hermione asked, glancing up at me from a book.

"Yeah, I suppose," I answered sitting heavily on a sofa next to Ron.

"Are you okay?" Harry asked.

I smiled at him. "I'm fine. It's just been a long day."

"At least you didn't have classes," Ron mumbled, earning a sharp look from Hermione.

"Well I think I would much rather go to class than deal with a day like today," I told him.

He just stared at me like I had just sprouted another head. "Nothing can be worse than class," he told me seriously.

I rolled my eyes. "Do any of you have the assignments that I missed? I kind of want to start catching up."

Ron looked even more frightened of me. He leaned toward Harry, "She's absolutely mental! It's a Friday night and she wants to catch up on homework when she has a perfect excuse to not do it!"

Harry shook his head, "It must be a girl thing, mate," he assured him.

Hermione rolled her eyes at the boys. "I have the assignments," she told me handing me a rather long piece of parchment detailing my assignments. "It's nothing too difficult, but you can still look over my notes if you need to."

"Thanks," I told her before going upstairs to get my books so I could begin working.

The rest of the evening went by uneventfully. We spent most of it talking while Ron and Harry played exploding snap, Hermione read, and I worked on my homework. As it started to get later and more and more people started drifting up to bed, I stopped working and took the opportunity to really look at Harry. I had to admit that he looked a lot healthier than when I had first laid eyes on him, but he still had a bit of a sickly appearance. He was still way too thin, and there were dark circles around his eyes, indicating a severe lack of sleep. I felt guilt rush over me. I knew he was having trouble sleeping, and with me being gone for the last few nights, on top of the guilt he apparently felt, I was sure that I made it worse for him.

Soon afterwords, we all decided to head up to bed, since it was getting late. "Harry," I stopped him before he headed up the stairs. He paused and gave me a confused look. I gently placed my hand on his shoulder and used my energy to calm him. His body visibly relaxed and his eyes softened. "Sleep well," I told him. He nodded to me and started up the stairs almost as if he was in a trance.

I turned around to head up to my room and Hermione was staring at me. "What did you do to him?" She asked, suspiciously.

"I made sure that he will be able to get some sleep tonight," I told her, feeling nervous. I forgot how observant and bright Hermione was. I would definitely have to make sure that I kept my guard up with her if I wanted to keep my powers secret.

"He looked like he was put in a trance," she said, her voice taking an angry edge.

I sighed. "It kind of is. You can manipulate people's energies through touch to calm them down and relax their mind. Healers do it to help sooth their patients when treating them and they are upset," I told her truthfully as I stepped around her and started to make my way up the steps.

"What happens if you put him in that trance, and he is attacked or something? You could cause him his life!"

I stopped and turned on her. She was caught off guard and almost fell back down the steps trying to avoid running into me, but I caught her. "I would never do anything to hurt Harry. It is perfectly harmless. He is in complete control over his actions, it just makes him calm. As soon as senses danger he would snap out of it. And besides don't you think his falling asleep during the day and being too tired to function might be even more dangerous? Like I said, the healers do it to people all the time."

"Are you a Healer?" she asked with an accusatory note in her voice.

"No, but I've spent enough time with them," I told her simply, before continuing to the room.

"Why?"

I sighed, trying to calm myself since my temper was very close to going out of control. "Hermione, would you just trust me? I'm not going to do anything to hurt Harry. In fact, I'm here to help him. It would be a lot easier if I didn't have to fight you every step of the way. I know he hasn't been sleeping, and when he does, he's been plagued with nightmares. I was just trying to help him get a good night's sleep. If tomorrow he seems harmed in anyway but what I've done, I will give you full permission to hex me into the next world. If he is fine, would you just lay off?"

"Why should I trust you with Harry's well being if you can't even take care of yourself?" she snapped.

I felt my rage explode and I could sense the magic crackling in the air around me as I once again turned on her and looked her straight in the eye. I could tell by the look in her eyes that she could feel the magic and was scared. I spoke to her in a calm and dangerous voice, "If I meant any harm to Harry, he would have been dead before he got on the train to get here, and you wouldn't have had the slightest idea of what had happened to him. Voldemort would be ruling the world as we speak. If you have any doubts about that, you are in for a very rude awakening." With that I finished making my way to my bed, closed the curtains, and drifted off to sleep.