A week before Christmas break and I cannot wait to board the trail. I'm almost jumpy. Although I ended my relationship with Ron we remain close. Draco is not always pleasant to him but I look past it. One thing I was not pleases with was Draco's joining of the Inquisitorial Squad. He swore not the give away anything that was found out before he joined but I worry. I would trust Draco with my life but he loathes Harry.

Our last Dumbledore's Army meeting ended about thirty minutes ago and I have almost an hour before I told Ron, Hermione and Harry that I would meet them upstairs. I have to go pack my things and talk with Draco.

Stepping into the Slytherin common room a set of arms pull me into this little nook right of the entrance, soft lips covering mine; oh Draco how I love him. Giggling as I pull away, Draco continues to hold me in a hug.

"I missed you," says Draco.

Rolling my eyes I step away from him, "I've only been away for an hour."

"Too long."

"How are you ever going to live if I die?"

"I shalln't."

"You're ridiculous."

"Not ridiculous, I'm in love."

"Now you really are being ridiculous. Draco Malfoy…in love? And everyone thought you where only capable of one emotion."

"What would that be?"

"Hate."

"Ridiculous."

"That's what I thought but Potter thinks it so it must be true."

"Stupid Potter, what does he know?"

"Nothing!"

Both of us fall back onto my bed, laughing like mad men. How easy it is to make fun of Harry. How right it feels. I am meant to do what I am going to. Draco has restored that. I will stop fighting who I am and just accept my fate. Once my trunk is packed I kiss Draco on the cheek and make for the Gryffindor common room. Oh, how I long for this to be over.

Upon entering the common room Ron jumps up, pulling me over to the couch. Sitting next to him I allow Hermione to sit on the other side. No need to start her silly behavior again.

"Harry just told us that he kissed Cho," announces Hermione from Ron's other side.

"You kissed her?" I question looking over at Harry who is sitting on the hearth.

Harry nods, "I mean it wasn't handsy like I've seen you and Malfoy kiss. We just stood there."

"Well, how was it?" asks Ron.

"Wet." replies Harry. "I mean, she was sort of crying."

Ron snickers, "That bad at it are you?"

"I'm sure Harry's kissing was more than satisfactory," I say.

Alright, so I've just made things awkward. I am supposed to be friends with Harry. Don't friends stick up for each other? I suppose I didn't have to say that I thought his kissing was good but still….

Ron begins to laugh. If at what I have just said or at the confused expression on Harry's face I do not know.

Rolling her eyes Hermione puts an end to Ron's laughter, "Cho spends half her time crying these days."

"You'd think a bit of snogging would cheer her up," remarks Ron.

"Don't you understand how she must be feeling?" I question.

Both Ron and Harry sit in silence making it obvious they don't have any clue what is going on in Cho's head. Typical of boys.

"Well, obviously she's feeling sad about Cederic and therefore confused about liking Harry and guilty about kissing him, conflicted because Umbridge might sack her mum from the Ministry and frightened of failing her OWLS because she's worried about everything else," explains Hermione trying to shed some light on things.

"An insight to the mind of a woman," I state.

"One person couldn't feel all that, they'd explode," replies Ron.

"Just because you have the emotional range of a teaspoon…." jokes Hermione.

At this we all start laughing. What an odd comment to make, yet most guys do not understand. Personally I think it was the way Hermione said it. Either way it was funny.

"Wait," Ron stops our laughter, "Harry you said Isabelle and Malfoy's snogging was handsy?"

"Yeah, mate," Harry replies. "They're all over each other."

Rolling my eyes I look over at Harry, "Excuse me, we are not talking about that…ever."

All of us start laughing again, Hermione hardest of all.

"What wrong?" Ron asks her.

"Isabelle and Malfoy snogging is just such and odd idea after seeing you and her kissing," Hermione responds.

"He really isn't as vile as you think he is," I state.

Why must they dislike him? Alright so Draco can come off a bit…arrogant and mean sometimes but he really is kind. If only my Gryffindor 'friends' could see that.

Ron, Harry, and Hermione shake their heads, none of them will ever agree with me.

Closing my eyes I ignore the rest of what they say I catch a few hours of sleep before everything turns backwards.

Later that night

I can see him standing at the bottom of the stairs, his mouth moving but I cannot hear a single thing he says. Something has got to be wrong. Ron would not be up at whatever time of night it is if something wasn't wrong.

Suddenly, like a wave crashing on a beach the sound comes back. "Isabelle! Isabelle! It's Harry."

What could be wrong with Harry?

Rushing down the stairs I stop in front of Ron, "What!"

"He just up and started screaming. Babbling something about a snake and my dad," explains Ron as we climb the stairs leading towards the boys dormitory.

Sitting on the edge of his bed I take Harry's face in my hands, "Harry. Harry Potter, look at me. What happened?"

"Ron's dad," Harry mumbles, "he's been attacked."

Professor McGonagall is called and together all three of us, Ron, McGonagall and myself, walk Harry to Dumbledore's office. Hopefully he will know what is going on.

Once we have reached the headmaster's office Professor McGonagall turns to me, "Thank you Miss. Black but I believe this is a family matter."

"No," Harry says, taking hold of my hand, "I want her to stay."

With a sigh McGonagall nods, leaving us alone.

"In the dream, were you standing next to the victim or looking down at the scene?" questions Dumbledore, his back to Harry and me.

Harry glances over at me, "Neither…."

"Go on," I encourage him. I need to know this just as much as Dumbledore does.

"It was like I…." Harry trails off unable to finish. "Will you please just tell me what's happening?"

Instead of answering Dumbledore moves over to a picture, "Everard, Arthur's on guard duty tonight. Make sure he's found by the right people."

"Sir," Harry tries.

"Phineas, you must go to your portrait at Grimmauld Place. Tell them that Arthur Weasley is gravely injured and his children will be arriving there soon by Portkey," Dumbledore continues to ignore Harry.

"Look at me!" explodes Harry, shaking with furry.

At this Dumbledore stops, turning to look at an outraged Harry. His grip on my hand is tight and I can see that the tips of my fingers are white. What is going on with Harry?

"Harry, please calm down or let go of my hand. You're hurting me."

Taking a deep breath, Harry loosens his grip on my hand, "What's happening to me?"

Before Dumbledore is able to say anything Severus walks in the room. His shiny, black, bird eyes set themselves upon me. What does he want? Always I see him in the hallway, watching Draco and I as if we are doing something wrong. Needs to keep his nose out of my business is what Snape needs to do. Of course he won't though.

"You wished to see me, Headmaster," he says, looking at Dumbledore.

"Oh, Severus," says the headmaster as if Snape's presence has surprised him. "I'm afraid we can't wait. Not even till the morning otherwise we'll all be vulnerable."

Snape takes Harry by the wrist, pulling him towards the door, "Let's go."

"Isabelle, I want her there," Harry says his hand still in mine.

"I think," replies Severus looking down at me, "it is best if Miss Black returned to her dormitory now. She will be of no further help."

Glaring up at Snape I hide my loathing of him best I can, "Of course Professor."

With that I walk out of Dumbledore's office. Snape better not hurt Harry at all. I'll have his head.