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Chapter seven:

It bothered her not being completely aware all the time, but she knew that in her dormant state, she would act like a protection charm. Minimizing harm.

And she could be with him wherever he was. Not just standing at the edge of the Forbidden Forest and watching.

Meanwhile she dreamed of the things that happened around her and if the danger ever reached beyond a certain point; she would wake up.

Like, if he ever found himself surrounded by giant spiders…

"We'll just go then." Harry called desperately to Aragog. The fae had jumped back quickly as soon as she has materialized and began working madly on an escape route. She sensed a charm close by and the smell of iron.

"Go?" she heard Aragog slowly say "I think not…"

She gritted her teeth and sped in the direction on what she suspected was close by, hissing at any spider in her way. They barely noticed her as they crept closer to the smell of the young boys and fresh meat.

She nearly screamed in pain as she touched the iron door handle of the Angelina and jumped in. It sprang to life under touch and the charms responded to her intent.

Mr. Weasley's car thundered down the slope, knocking spiders to the side as she laid on the horn and pushed to sick feeling from the iron to the back of her mind.

It screeched to a halt next to the boys and the doors flew open.

"GET IN!" she yelled and slammed the doors closed once the children and the useless hound they had brought were in and stepped on the gas. She was barley tall enough to reach the pedals and quickly made herself taller.

Cleverly, she steered the car through the widest gaps, following the path in the forest that she knew well. She stoically ignored the howling dog in the backseat and the two frightened boys as they tore through the undergrowth. She did not dare look back to see how closely they were followed and was just as glad when to side-view mirror broke off when she got too close to a tree.

Her hands loosened their grip on the steering wheel as the trees thinned. She then did glance at the rearview mirror and braked suddenly when she looked back. The car jolted to a halt at the edge of the forest, nearly throwing her passengers through the windshield.

She took a shaky breath. She had almost forgotten that the wards would not have let her on the grounds in her present form. Fang and the boys climbed out of the car after a moment. Harry gave the car a grateful pat and the fae rolled her eyes; her arm hanging out the driver's side window.

"Right then." She drawled "I'll just go park the car, shall I?"

She reversed the car back in to the forest and drove it out if view.

The fae woke again to find herself staring into the eyes of the enemy. No, that wasn't quite right. She inhaled deeply through her nose. This one looked young and smelled like a shadow, a memory.

And he was chatting with Harry.

The fire in her would not help her in this instance she thought as she crouched on the ground and took in her surroundings. Suddenly she sensed something moving beneath her feet.

She breathed in sharply this time and tensed as she recognized the ancient smell of the creature that had yet to show itself. She stood up, panic painfully filling her mind and sharp teeth bared in a defensive snarl. She let out a shrill cry; a sound too high for any human ear but it would be heard throughout the entire castle.

It was a call for help.

She could not fight a basilisk alone and if there were any allies at all close by, they would answer its call. The old snake stirred once more at the noise but stayed put as its master was bragging. The fae wished she could smack the memory that called itself Riddle in the mouth, but that just let the thing notice her.

Soon the music of a phoenix filled the chamber and landed in the boys shoulder. The memory laughed at them as Harry held the sorting hat in his hands but the fae gave the fiery bird a respectful nod.

If this was all she had to work with then she would make do. She stood in front of Harry, face grim and determined as the serpent came forth.

Harry scrambled backwards and fell down in his fright and she glanced back at him. Smart boy, he had his eyes closed.

"GO FOR ITS EYES FAWKES!" she screamed and turned around in time to see the snake lunge for her and the boy. She pushed out a surge of magic that exploded against the side of its head. The force knocked her and the boy to the side but it also caused the basilisk to rear its head. Fawkes took his chance and swooped in, pecking the creatures eyes into a bloody mess.

Riddle was screaming at the serpent and the fae crouched protectively in front of the boy. She was taller than him now, she absently realized.

"Help me, help me." Harry muttered wildly and her chest clenched at the sound of his fear.

"Someone— anyone—."

She needed to do something.

Fawkes was still distracting the beast and the fae hesitated before dashing away from Harry. The basilisk swept its tail and hit her full in the chest as she grabbed the sorting hat. She landed next to Harry and so a moment could not breathe as she threw the thing in his face. Air rushed back into her lungs in a gasp. She knew why Fawkes had brought the hat even if the enemy did not.

"Put-put it…" she struggled to speak but the tail was swinging at her again and she threw herself over the boy and onto the ground. "Put it on!"

He did and soon he was standing back up with the sword of Gryffindor in his hand. She stood next to him and took a couple of deep breaths.

"You're really lucky I dated a goblin once, Harry. Taught me a couple things with a sword." She said as she grabbed his chin and looked directly into his eyes. "Now copy exactly what I do."

She took a step back and Harry mirrored the dueling stance that she took. The basilisk lunged and they dodged as it hit the chamber wall. It lunged again and they held their ground; braced for impact and thrust the sword into the serpents open mouth.

The basilisk reared its head once more, knocking the fae to the side as Harry slid down the wall. She watched as he pulled the basilisk's fang out of his arm and fear lanced through her heart for a dread second.

Fawkes flew over and began crying into the wound. The fae fell to her knees and laughed weakly.

"Okay, I didn't date that goblin for that long." She confessed thinking about her less than adequate swordplay. She ran her hands over her face and looked up when she heard a bang. Damn, it was getting hard to pay attention.

Fawkes fluttered away from the boy and Riddle was now standing over him.

Talking.

Gracious, did he ever stop?

She swore and scooped up the dairy. She could feel how the memory was still bound to it, though less and less each moment. She tossed it to Fawkes and he dropped it in Harry's lap.

"Stab the ruddy thing!" she screeched and was pleased to see Harry seize the basilisk's fang and plunge it into the diary.

The memory died and she swore she felt something…something odd. She looked over at Harry who was rushing over to the girl that still lay on the chamber floor. She smiled at him and closed her eyes. As she went back to sleep she transformed and returned to hang protectively around her boy's neck.

A/N: Sorry for the delay in updating. It won't be everyday anymore but I will try to be consistent. Please review.

I am thinking about changing the name of the story. Should I? Suggestions are welcome.