Having a bit of a trouble with Y&R so here's the second chap of B'sL since I got a pretty good respond to it :)

Chapter 2: That Weasley

The next morning, Harry woke up feeling better. The talk he had with Deyanira really helped him calm down after the nightmares. When he sat up, rubbing his eye, he saw Deyanira in front of the mirror already in her skirt and white blouse.

"Good morning", she said as she tied her tie, "feeling better?"

"Yeah, yeah, thanks", he said as his feet touched the floor, "Are you feeling alright?"

"I guess", she finished and turned to him, "I can leave if you wanna change now."

"No, I'll do it in the bathroom."

He got out of bed and looked for his robes in the trunk.

"I'll see you at breakfast.", she said as she walked to her bed and grabbed her vest.

Harry nodded as he walked across the room and left. She putted on her vest and her cloak and then took a sip of the potion Snape had made for her. It was thick and sour, it burned her throat as it went down. When she recovered from the bitterness and burning, she left the room with her messenger bag that had her books and notebooks. She felt the stares on her as soon as her feet touched the common room. She tried to act normal, but the nerves got to her; she thought it was because they senses her, that the potion hadn't worked. She felt a relief when she left the room and passed by other students around the stairs and noticed no one noticed her. She soon realized they looked at her because she had just come down from the boys' side; she shrugged to her self, not caring since she had to get used to those stares every morning and night. When she arrived at the great hall she recognized Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley from the pictures Dumbledore showed her of those who are very close to Harry; they were the first ones he showed her. She sat a few feet from them and put some food on her plate. She looked at the door and saw Harry entering in his robes and with his bag. She smiled with relief knowing she wasn't going to be alone.

"Where have you been?", Ron asked, making Harry stop.

"Gimme a minute"

Harry kept walking, making them follow him with his eyes towards Deyanira.

"Hey", he said with a smile

"Hi", she smiled back

"Come, you should get to know them."

Deyanira looked at Hermioen and Ron who were looking at her curious.

"Alright"

She grabbed her plate and glass and followed Harry until they sat down in front of Hermione and Ron who still had a face of confusion.

"Um, this is Deyanira, she transferred here from Beauxbatons."

"Hi", she smiled at both

"Oh, nice to meet you", Ron said before taking a bite of his food

"Same here.", she said with a small smile

"So um, why did Dumbledore called you?", Hermione asked.

"For her", Harry answered pointing at Deyanira, "he wanted me to show her around and settle her in."

"Oh, I see, so you're in fifth year?"

"Yeah"

They kept the chat going and Harry know that by the time she said 'I love Quidditch' she had Ron won over. That's what he wanted after all, that they got along in case they would find out; they could trust she wasn't a bad person. Their first lesson came and it was DADA, with the new teacher, Dolores Umbridge. Harry spotted two empty chairs on the third line and he sat on one of them. Deyanira sat beside him, leaving Ron standing beside her a bit confused.

"Oh, um", Harry said when he noticed him, "sit with Hermione. We've sat down together for the pass 4 years, one won't make a difference."

Ron slowly nodded, but not too pleased, "yeah, alright"

He went around them to sit in the chair next to Harry's, besides Hermione, who was looking at Deyanira in a suspicious way.

"I'm sorry", Deyanira apologies noticing what had happened, "I can move, it's ok"

"No, Dumbledore told me to be on your watch, it's ok. They don't know what's really going on so it's only fair if you sit close to me just in case you need something."

"But I can seat close, but let him be next to you next time"

"No, it's alright, he'll get over it"

Harry finished and she decided to drop the subject. Umbridge came into the classroom in a pink skirt and sweater. Her brown short hair stayed up in short curls, she had her eyes wide open and a creepy smile from ear to ear. Deyanria didn't really speak during the lesson, she wanted to pay as much attention as possible to keep her mind busy, but it wasn't enough. Her mind flashed to memories that brought her anger. Like when she was 7 and a boy spilled milk on her when she was little, or when someone stole her favorite stuffed bunny and gave it back in pieces. Those memories could just make someone normal a little angry, but they were deadly to her. Her memories were interrupted by Harry shouting at Umbridge who was speaking nonsense about Voldemort being back, in other words, she didn't believe Harry. That gave her more anger, Deyanira knew he was back, Umbridge and the Ministry also knew, they were just hiding it and being in denial. She started to breath heavy, trying to even breath. Her heart went slower and pounded her chest. She got her head down with eyes closed as her hair covered her face and she pressed her teeth together, trying to control herself.

"Silence!"

Umbridge's yell didn't help. Her eyes opened quick and her pupils have become bigger.

"Potter, meet me after class for detention.", Umbridge said as she calmed down.

Harry let out a sigh in frustration as Umbridge turned around to continue the lesson. Harry noticed Deyanira had her head down for a while now and saw her body moving as she breath slow and heavy.

"Deyanira?", he asked as she lifted her head a bit.

"Dumbledore didn't tell you about the attacks, didn't he?", she asked closing her teeth back together.

"Attacks?"

"Randomly…these memories come to mind out of nowhere, bad ones that make me angry…I haven't learned how to control them yet…need to scream."

With that she stormed off the classroom, making people look and Umbridge wonder. Hermione and Ron looked at Harry with a 'what happened?' look, but he shook his head as he got up and followed Deyanira out, ignoring Umbridge's calls. She went to the girls' bathroom were a girl was washing her hands.

"Get out!"

The girl jumped turning around and when she saw her mad, she left the bathroom, passing by Harry at the door. Deyanira ran to the last stall and shut the door in Harry's face and she slowly went down to the floor.

"Harry," she said, panting, "leave"

"What's wrong? Do you want me to-"

"Leave! Harry, just do it!"

That last yell came out in almost a high voice that bothered Harry's ears. He gave a few steps back and hesitated on leaving, but figured it was the best. As she heard his footsteps fading, her mind flashed again to two of the most fatal memories: her mother and father's death. Ever since her mother's, those memories have been the most deadly ones. They sent her to the edge. She let out a scream in a high pinch voice that could kill those close to her. Harry heard the echo outside of the bathroom and it made him step away from the door as he covered his ears. The mirrors in front of the sinks broke and the pieces fell in the sinks and some to the floor, the windows broke to. She, suddenly, shut her lips, making the bathroom go in complete silence, but her ears still had the high echo of her screams. Her body collided on the floor; her throat was dry and burning. Her eyes were starting to fill up with tears. She was breathing slowly, trying to catch every ounce of breath she lost in the scream. She heard Harry's footsteps getting closer to her and he opened the door of the stall, and it passed over her body. His eyes opened wide in shock and he went down to her.

"You ok?", he asked worried.

"…I'm better.", She said, almost with out voice.

"I'll go see Dumbledore, he may have something."

With that he left the bathroom, leaving her there on the floor. After a minute she slowly got up and went out of the stalls. She looked around as she saw the light of the sun coming in clearer into the bathroom and the glasses on the floor. She left the bathroom feeling light-headed, making her look down and hold on her forehead. When she was going up the stairs, her body bounced with someone else. Not expecting it and still pretty weak, she fell back, but a strong, tight hand grabbed her wrist and another one her waist.

"Wow, easy, there."

She looked up to meet up with a pair of light green eyes and a bright smile, followed by a fiery red hair, like Ron's. She noticed he shook a bit and thought it might have been because of her.

"You alright?", asked the ginger with a soothing tone

"Ah, yeah, yeah."

"Sneaking out of classes, huh?", he said with a grin

"Oh, yeah, Dark Arts what's kinda boring"

"Don't blame you, that Umbridge seems like a bit annoying"

"She is."

"I haven't seen you before", He said noticing she was in Gryffindor

"Oh, um, barely anyone has", for a reason that's what came out of her mouth

"How can it be? You're lovely"

She put on a smile and looked to her side. When she looked back she found him familiar, then she remembered the pictures Dumbledore showed her, he was a Weasley. The question was who from all of them. Her mind was still dizzy so her memory was foggy; that usually happens after the attacks.

"Bit of advice though, if you're skipping, going up where all the teachers usually are might not be the best idea."

For a reason, that made her laugh a bit, "I'll keep that in mind."

"So um, what's your name?"

"Ah, Deyanira"

"Hm. Strange, but yet wicked. I like it." He smiled again

"Thanks, um, I gotta catch up with a friend so um, I should go", she said as she walked passed him to go to Dumbledore's office.

"Alright, see you later." He said turning around and looking at her with a smile

She smiled back and kept going up, until she felt something touched her foot. She looked down to see a wand, she got down to get it and figured it belonged to the Weasley boy, but when she turned around he was gone. She just hid it in her cloak and kept going up.