It is the time of another Quidditch match, and I was more nervous than ever. Harry had made it clear that this time, that he will not let me catch the snitch, even if he'll have to knock me off my broom. I also fear whether the person or Snape, according to Harry, is going to be jinxing our brooms or worse today.

I was about to leave when Snape beckoned me over.

"Miss Potter. If you want to know, I know the person that jinxed your broom."

I narrowed my eyes. "Who is it, sir?"

Snape scowled. "Professor Quirrel."

My eyes widened. "B- But he keeps on stuttering!"

"All an act. Quirrel wants the stone for Voldemort, and Voldemort wants the stone so he can live forever, as long as he has it, which I can assure you he doesn't, at least not now."

"What is the name of this stone?"

"The Philosopher's Stone."

I chuckled. "And Harry keeps on thinking it's you."

Snape smirked. "He's going to have a real surprise later. Now, we've got to go to the match, I'm refereeing the match."

I let out a cackle of delight. "That will be a shock for Harry."

Chaos. That was the only word I can describe the Quidditch match. Harry managed to catch the snitch within the first five minutes, Ron, Neville, Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle got in a fight by the bleachers, and I got hit in the back of my head by a bludger.

I am now sitting in the Hospital Wing with bandages wrapped around my head, talking to Draco.

"I really don't know how Harry Potter always comes on top! I mean, he wiggles out of things by sheer dumb luck!" I ranted, scowling.

Draco chuckled. "If he doesn't, then what's the use of that scar he wears every day on top of his forehead?"

I sighed. "Well, I can see it now. The One Who Lived will always be better than The One Who Was Spared." I took a deep breath and continued. "I mean, it isn't really a big deal if you were spared by a power-hungry evil wizard. He might want to use you for aid in his forces later on. But it is a big deal to have survived the wrath of the dark lord, since no one can really still live after being hit with the Killing Curse."

"You've got that right. You know Shade, you really wouldn't have survived the troll encounter if I hadn't taken over your body. You're not as perfect as you seem to others, and soon, you and the all the others, yes, even the boy, will see the true you."

I snapped out of my trance to find Draco staring at me in horror. "Did your mom possess you again? I mean, your hair glowed blue, and your eyes, they just went completely red and pupilless!"

I sighed. "Yes, that was my mom. Now, don't we have classes to get to?"

"I don't know why they leave us with so much homework!" I complained to Draco as we walked out of Charms, Pansy grabbing onto Draco's arm tightly.

"Well if you get your homework done the day it was assigned, then it shouldn't be any problem!" Hermione interrupted.

I scoffed. "Not everyone here is an insufferable know-it-all like you, Granger! Now, you are getting way too close to Weasley as I noticed. Don't want your books to know you are cheating on them!" I singsonged.

Draco snorted with laughter. Pansy just rolled her eyes and tried to get Draco to follow her, but he just slapped her hand away.

Hermione sniffed, and turned to leave, but then Weasley, who was in front of us, spun around, and WHACK!

I stumbled back, shocked, putting a hand to my right eye, which he had punched. Draco roared with fury as Pansy snorted with laughter.

"WEASLEY!" Draco thundered. "Professor, Weasley punched Shade for insulting Granger!" He quickly lowered his voice as Snape rounded the corner.

Snape curled his lip. "Twenty points from Gryffindor."

Ron's face reddened in anger. "But Professor-"

"Enough! That gives you no right to attack her. Apologize, now."

"Oh, I'm so sorry Potter! I'm sorry that your face now looks like a horse trampled it." Ron said mockingly as he and Harry ran off.

Seething in anger, Draco and I bid farewell to Snape, then stormed over to the window to see where the Golden Trio was going.

Just as I thought. That oaf Hagrid's. I wonder, what makes him so interesting?" I murmured.

Draco smirked. "Let's follow them, then.

We peeked through the window, trying to get a glimpse of the trio. We saw them crouched over something, then noticed it was a dragon egg.

"Bloody hell. They've really got a dragon." I muttered, as Draco and I ran back to the castle, oblivious to the four pairs of eyes watching us.

We watched silently as they brought Ron to the Hospital Wing.

"Alright, you know the plan?" I whispered.

"Yup. Ask to borrow a book, then try to find evidence in case we didn't catch them and McGonagall doesn't believe us."

I nodded. "Then go." I hissed.

He nodded and left.

I waited with bated breath for Draco to return. It has been five minutes now, and he still hasn't returned. Just as I was about to go look for him, he appeared.

"Sorry for the long wait, Madame Pomfrey held me up, since she didn't believe me."

I nodded, and we opened the book. We flipped through the pages, looking for anything useful. Nothing. But then a letter came out. I grabbed the letter excitedly reading it.

"Bingo!" I cheered. "They're bringing the dragon midnight on Saturday, by the Astronomy Tower!"

Draco smirked. "Time to bring them into court."

"Detention! And twenty points from Slytherin! Wandering around the castle at night, how dare you!"

"But Professor, you don't understand, Potter and Granger are coming and they have a dragon!" Draco protested.

"What rubbish. No more excuses, off to bed."

"Wait, we have proof-"

"Stop!" Neville shouted, or rather squeaked, came up. "Shade, why are you telling lies about your brother?" He trembled.

I rolled my eyes. The poor bloke had been frightened of me ever since the truth about Victoria came up.

"That doesn't matter. What really does is that you really need to get to bed."

"Wait, like I said, we have proof-"

"There will be no need for that." Filch walked up to them, leading Harry and Hermione.

Professor McGonagall's face paled. "Five students out of bed on one night, I can't believe it-" "Fifty points from Gryffindor."

"FIFTY?!" Harry screamed, horror etched on his face.

"Fifty each." McGonagall corrected. "Detention with Filch too. Now off to bed."