Chapter 2: In One Moment...

Hessa had adapted and was good at figuring out wands for people, she would only have to pick out one wand and Ollivander couldn't be prouder. It saved him time and she was finally gaining acknowledgment as well as friends. He had worried about her for a while, always in her books and wandering around alone, aside from the lovely trio of Harry Potter, Hermione Granger and the Weasley boy, but they couldn't around all the time. Yet now she was having people just stop by to say 'hello' and it made her smile.

Still the Malfoys came by as well, but nothing made Ollivander smile more when his daughter helped the senior Malfoy pick his wand out when it was damaged and be right the very first time. All she had to do was look into his eyes, the large and intimidating man cocked his eyebrow when she did, and then brought out the perfect wand. He said nothing to compliment her and just demanded to know how much it was.

As Ollivander started to ring up Lucius' sale he spouted off, "it's amazing really, she can look at somebody and know the exact ingredient to help them either make their wand or know the right wand we have in stock, quite a talent." He then was fastening the wand to the handle.

"Father, can I do it?" Hessa looked up at her father, she was thirteen now and growing up so fast. Ollivander dreaded the day when he would have to give her away as someone's bride, he simply did not want her to grow up.

"Oh no, my dear girl. Mr. Malfoy's walking stick is custom made and it has spells on it to protect it."

"Oh," she seemed almost sad, one more thing she wasn't allowed to do because she didn't know how to protect herself from magical harm. The wizards at the Ministry gave her amulets to wear so she would be protected in general, but old families like the Malfoys knew how to get around that.

"Besides, I only trust Ollivander with my wand," Lucius snipped.

"Thank you Mr. Malfoy, but already a number of wizards trust Hessa with their wands and I won't be around forever."

Malfoy said nothing and left.

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As time went on, Hessa became good friends with Harry Potter and the others, she had such a crush on him but he never seemed to notice her. She ran to her father, "is something wrong with me, father? Do all wizards not like me because I can't do magic?"

It hurt Ollivander to see her this way, her first heartache, her first real crush and all he could say was, "no, no, it's nothing like that. Sometimes we come across people we really like and they don't always respond back. And sometimes, when time passes, they notice us, but it all comes in good time. I know it's hard for you here, you can't go and be with the other children at Hogwarts and therefore, get left out of a lot of things. And even if he never sees you that way, who needs a boy who couldn't possibly see the beauty that's in you. You have so much to offer someone." She only nodded, though it didn't ease the pain any more, Hessa at least understood.

But the day came when she got to go to the Quidditch Cup with the Weasleys and Harry would be there. She fussed over what she was going to wear for what seemed like an eternity, but found the perfect outfit. Yet, when she was walking next to him, Hessa couldn't find anything to say, not that she didn't have plenty to say, it's just her mouth would go dry and her throat would close up. And then what seemed like the impossible happened…he spoke to her.

"So, um, Hessa?" Harry seemed quiet too.

"Y..yes?" her voice went up one hundred octaves and winced. "Sorry, throats a little dry."

"That's okay. Um, would you like to sit with me, I mean, next to me at the game?"

"Oh, uh, yes…that would be nice."

"Good."

Hessa thought he didn't notice her, and she felt this leap in her heart and heat rise to her ears, she was blushing and she knew it but didn't care because this boy that she had liked for a while was finally asking her to sit next to him. What if he was just being nice though? Yet that fear went away when they all grabbed the port key and his hand landed nearly on top of hers and there was plenty of room to put it elsewhere.

As they took their seats, there was the Malfoys and Harry immediately took the defensive, standing nearly in front of Hessa, she blushed again. Draco glared at them, "we're going to the Minister's box, Potter…"

"There is no need to brag to people like THEM," Lucius purred. "Why Ms. Ollivander, interesting to see you here, isn't your father out of town?" Hessa glared at him. "I don't think it's a good idea to have a young girl be left by herself at home, so many scoundrels running about these days."

Mr. Weasley came up, "she's fine, I can assure you Mr. Malfoy."

"Weasley, I'm amazed that you were even able to go."

They only huffed and walked off until Mr. Malfoy hooked Harry's foot, Hessa turned around and glared at Lucius, and automatically the man felt a sharp pain in the middle of his head and started to rub it. He noticed it was Hessa glaring at him more intensely than the boy, but it immediately stopped when Weasley interrupted her and said, 'not now Hessa, you shouldn't do that.'

"And what shouldn't she do, Weasley?" Lucius glared.

"Nothing YOUR division of the Ministry needs to worry about, Malfoy," they left.

"Really," he purred.

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The game was in half-time and she excused herself to go the bathroom, as did Harry. They playfully seemed to be following each other, a cute game of cat and mouse and then he grabbed her hand and brought her gently to him, "Hessa, I…I really like you."

"Really?" her ocean blue eyes widened bigger than what they already were, it nearly made Harry laugh.

"Really, you must have thought I was a total prat for not talking much to you, I just didn't know what to say. Every time I would see you, I would get so nervous."

"Me too."

They stepped closer together and Harry's arms seemed to go around her waist without a second thought, "may I…may I kiss you."

"Yes," Hessa thought she was going to faint, her first real kiss. She tilted her head back and closed her eyes, she could feel his breath on her lips, her hands went slightly around his neck which sent goose bumps up his spine, and then she could feel someone else saying 'hello' as he Harry tightened his grip, practically engulfing her in his embrace. Finally his lips were on hers and then….

"OI! POTTER!"

Harry lifted his head up and growled, it was Draco Malfoy.

"What are you doing there, Potter?" he said maliciously. "Trying to have a go at the freak?"

"Don't you call her that!"

"What are you going to do about it?" Draco was infuriated. When he saw Potter about to kiss Hessa, a wave of jealousy went through him. It was fine when she was alone, but now this? He wouldn't allow it.

"Plenty if you don't bugger off!" Harry grabbed Hessa's hand and started to march off, but then Draco grabbed her arm. "WHAT THE HELL!" she was jerked out of his grip.

"Technically she's property of the Ministry, did you know that? Perhaps I should take her back to my father and he'll know what to do with such a creature who really should behave herself."

Harry had lost his temper and attacked Draco, who ironically, put Hessa off to the side. She was a little surprised by this, personally she thought he would use her as a human shield. They were tangling with each other like two wild cats, throwing each other against walls, physical contact only it seemed. Luckily Fred and George made an appearance, Hessa was happy to see them, "Fred! George! Please, they're fighting and I can't stop them!"

"Well look at that, Harry and Draco going at it…oooh, that was rough mate," Fred grinned.

"Ouch, that looks bad," George smiled.

"Will you two knock it off and break them apart before they kill each other!" Hessa yelled.

"Oh fine, ruin all the fun. Alright you two," Fred and George tore them apart, yet they were still trying to get to each other.

Hessa calmed Harry down and smiled, "are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm sorry, Hessa…"

"It's okay, you were defending me, thank you," she kissed his cheek.

"Aww, ain't that sweet," Fred made a gagging noise.

George practically threw Malfoy off to the floor, "why don't you go on, go tell Daddy what we did."

Draco glared at him and then at Hessa. Fred turned, "your best bet Malfoy is to leave Hessa alone before you end up getting hurt." Draco merely stomped off, they would be getting theirs tonight, but Hessa had to be out of sight when they did…

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They were awoken by the screams and Mr. Weasley took their bags, "we have to go!" Harry immediately grabbed onto Hessa and tried to make their way back to the exit but she was pushed by the panicking crowd and he lost her.

"Hessa!"

"HARRY!" It only took a few minutes to be lost to her group, "Harry!" She could have sworn she heard her name but it was faint now, the crowd had pushed her deeper into the tent area which is where she wasn't supposed to be at all. There were men with masks and they were shooting spells left and right, they were messing with a muggle family…the children, how could they do that with children? Hessa looked around and did the only thing she could think of, she threw rocks at them, "leave them alone!"

"What the hell!" one shouted as he felt a hard knock against his shoulder, the Death Eater glared when he found the source. "Well, well, if it isn't the Ministry's pet!"

Immediately she realized…a very bad mistake was made.

They came up on her quickly and held her, a wand was pointed under her chin,"such a brave and stupid little crossbreed you are. Still I can't help but admire the fact that you've shown more bravery than most around here…even the Ministry." The masked men laughed, then they whistled and 'ooh'ed when she tried to kick the man in front of her.

'Get a glimpse of the eyes, that's all you need,' she thought. Hessa was desperately trying to find the man's eyes, but the mask seemed to cover everything…then she had a shot, a gleam of pupils finally revealed themselves and she concentrated, suddenly the man started to scream and hold his head, the other men asked what was wrong.

"That little wench is psychically attacking me!"

"What?" one hissed, a voice that seemed familiar.

It was now or never. Hessa stomped on the other man's foot and he shouted in pain, she ran as fast as she could, leather clad hands barely missing her arms, they were after her now. Her legs were getting tired, where could she hide? Then someone grabbed her from behind, a scream escaped her lips until it was covered up by a very fair skinned hand, "shhhh, be quiet or they'll find you."

That voice? Draco Malfoy? He held her tight to him and kept his hand clamped over her mouth as if it were a vice, he was stronger than he looked, no wonder Harry had such a hard time with him, she could barely move. Finally he let her go slightly when they disappeared; Hessa's mouth was red from his hand, "what….what are you doing here?"

"Hiding," he shrugged.

"I bet."

He bent down and got close to her face, "be glad I was, otherwise you could have disappeared." Draco's eyes narrowed, a warning not to mess with him. "Or if you like, I can always call them back," he started to step forward and she grabbed him.

"NO, alright…thank you…for….hiding me," Hessa bowed her head.

"You're welcome," Draco folded his arms to his chest and looked her up and down. "I deserve that for earlier today."

"Hey, you were the one that started the fight." He simply shrugged his shoulders as if he didn't care. "Why did you even help me anyway, I thought you hated me?"

"It's my good deed for the year."

"Right, well, I guess I'll go find Harry and the others, do you know where your father is?"

"I have an idea, but must you go chasing after Potter like some lost puppy, it's rather tacky you know?"

"I'm not CHASING him around like a puppy, we lost each other during that attack. How come you don't like Harry anyway?"

"Because I don't."

"Don't you have a better excuse than that?"

Draco narrowed his eyes again, "I have my reasons, and I don't think I need to explain every single one of them to you."

"Fine, be that way, I was only trying to have a decent conversation with you. Considering the only time we do talk is when you're either harassing me or bullying me." Hessa seemed to be searching his face for something, but she couldn't tell you what, "I guess I'll go now."

He grabbed her arm, "I really don't think it's safe for you to be wandering around just yet."

She looked down at his hand, "why do you always do that?"

"Do what?"

"You always feel so free to touch me, and don't talk to me as if I'm a servant, I'm not a servant." Draco's eyes scanned her face and body, but said nothing. Hessa didn't like the way he was looking at her, "I'm going now."

She wandered around until little colorful sparks were shot up, each wand had a specific kind of color which could be designed to the wizard's like, they could even make a symbol, Harry's was the stag. Hessa ran to it and followed the voice, "Hessa!"

"Harry!" they collided with each other.