Also, thank you ABC Family for the "Harry Potter Weekend" that I am watching right now. My favorite HP movie, Prisoner of Azkaban just started :) By the way; future chapters are going to be more violent – I'll pre-warn you though. Plus, I'll be adding more scenes that weren't in the book/movie.

Another note; someone rudely criticized my story today and they were too scared to put their actual name so they just used anonymous. The only thing that frustrates me about this was that it was just plain rude and NOT constructive (which I welcome). So for future notice; if you're going to whine like a 5 year old expect to be blocked and laughed at ;)

[Evolet's POV]

I slowly opened my eyes as I took in my surroundings.

Great, Hospital wing.

My body was neatly tucked in the white, clean cotton sheets as my arms were neatly towards my side. I slowly sat up and instantly my head stung.

I put my hand to my forehead and could feel a band aid on the left side of my temple. The last thing I remember was being flung out of the bathroom during a fight between Harry and Draco.

"I have to know what happened." I mumbled as I threw off the bed sheets and quickly got up from the bed. On my way out I noticed a mirror at the end of the room and I wasn't to happy with my appearance.

I was in one of those awkward white hospital gowns with a blue floral print. My hair was a big wavy mess and I could notice a few scratches on my arms and forehead.

"Miss Danvers," Madam Pomfrey appeared from the hall, "you're in no condition to be out of bed."

"But I feel totally fine, I really don't want to miss my classes." I pleaded.

Total lie.

I didn't care about attending class right now, I cared about finding out the battle between Draco and Harry and I was positive they weren't fighting over a bathroom stall.

"I don't care if Hogwarts is burning down Miss Danvers, you need your rest." Madam Pomfrey announced as she carried a used medicine tray away from my bed.

I rolled my eyes as I walked back over to the stiff cot of a bed; I had to figure out a way to get out of here.

"Here, you must take this if you want to get better soon." Madam Pomfrey shoved a spoonful of red liquid in front of my face. It wiggled in such an odd matter, one could confuse it for a red, thick slug like being.

I sucked in a deep breath; this red slime was my only way out of here.

[Gryffindor Common Room]

"He's a no good Slytherin! I told you he's working for Voldemort! I know what I heard in the bathroom-" Harry shouted.

Hermione slammed her book closed, "You mean the bathroom where you knocked Evolet unconscious?"

Harry stopped pacing around the room and turned towards Hermione, "I was trying to protect her. We all know Malfoy used her. If she didn't get out of the bathroom she could have been easily killed-"

"By you!" Hermione shouted as she stood up from the floor, "YOU were the one to make Malfoy bloody, don't pin this on him! Whether he's using Evolet or not do you think he would really have tried to hurt her?"

"So now you're sticking up for Malfoy?"

"No! But if Malfoy is really working for Voldemort than you are more vulnerable than ever."

Hermione picked up her bag from the couch and stormed out of the room, leaving both Harry and a confused Ron stunned.

"So," Ron mumbled from the velvety brown chair, "what do you think about Evolet and Malfoy?"

Harry shrugged, "I get the feeling that he needs her for something and I doubt it's anything good."

[Evolet's POV]

"Thanks Hagrid" I smiled as I set my empty butter beer mug down.

He smiled behind his scruffy, midnight black facial hair, "well after everything you've been through, I'd say you deserved it."

"Don't remind me."

"Just be careful," Hagrid stated in a serious tone, "you're half muggle so that makes you just as vulnerable to um, He-who-must-not –be-named."

Just uttering those last six words sent a shiver down Hagrids spine. Apparently, there was still information about this Dark Lord that I just wasn't figuring out.

Like why couldn't an army of wizards defeat him? How could anyone expect Harry, a pubescent teen to kill a mass murderer all alone?

I lost my train of thought as I noticed the glowing, full moon outside of Hagrids window. The dark sky only showed off the moons light in a more beautiful way, with the stars looking like diamonds on fire.

I quickly stood up from Hagrids large table, "Thank you so much Hagrid, but it's getting rather late and I should probably get back before a professor catches me."

"Be safe out there, y'know, with everything going on." Hagrid warned me.

I nodded in reassurance, though I wasn't exactly sure what he ment.

I lightly stepped off of the wooden steps that led to Hagrid's hut and my feet were greeted by the soft feel of the lush green grass. The cold air felt perfect on my abnormally hot skin. I was jealous that I couldn't spend more nights like this outside; I felt such a peace – something that obviously wasn't in my life anymore.

I only got a few feet away from Hagrid's hut when I heard a rustle in the forest. I quickly stopped and turned around.

Nothing.

I shook my head; trying to regain my sanity, which I was positive I still consumed.

I stopped once again.

What is that noise?

I turned my head around but this time, something was there.

A pair of glowing eyes was looking at me behind a bush on the edge of the forest. I couldn't make out who, or what it was, the eyes were my only clue.

I would have kept walking if it wasn't for the eyes. They were hypnotic - forcefully mesmerizing. I tried my best to turn away and keep walking, but it was as if I was under a spell. No matter how hard I tried, my eyes were not going to look away.

I watched as the eyes slowing walked deeper into the forest, growing smaller and smaller.

I knew I was no longer in control the moment I took off and ran towards them.

I was hypnotized and embarking on my first trip to the Forbidden Forest.

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Anyone else love how fatherly like Remus Lupin is? I think he'd be the best teacher.