After the insanity attack that Romana went through, we all (Scorpius, Dean and I) decided it would be better if she just stayed in the dorm for the weekend, hopefully it would be enough time to let everything settle down. Maybe the Gryffindors would even forget what they had witnessed.

However, Romana was not the type of person who would willingly be restrained to a single room for a whole weekend.

"It's not fair," Romana whined as the rest of us got dressed. She was sprawled on one of the couches, still in the robes she had been wearing the day before. Her hair was a frizzy mess and sprawled everywhere as her lanky limbs tried to find a comfortable place of rest. "Plus, don't I have to spend that certain amount of time with James freaking Potter?"

Scorpius turned to look at Romana as he pulled on his light blue hoodie. "You actually want to hang out with James?"

Romana paled when she realized what she had said just moments ago. Turning to me with wide eyes, she threw her arms up in the air and exclaimed, "See! I'm so desperate to get out of here I that is my excuse!"

"Pathetic excuse," Scorpius mumbled under his breath as he took a sip of his water bottle. Romana glared at him and threw a sneaker at his head, causing him to gasp when the water went down the wrong way. When he finally caught his breath, he glare at her angrily.

"Seriously?" He groaned giving her a sharp glare.

"Don't mock me," She said with an evil smirk on her face.

I rolled my eyes at the twos childish behavior and tied my long, black hair into a side ponytail. Shrugging on my green, Slytherin zip-up hoodie, I grabbed my magic-proofed iPod and started towards the exit wall.

"You two," I said, gesturing to Scorpius and Dean. "Romana does not leave this room unless a teacher specifically needs her. Got it?"

"Yea." Scorpius shrugged.

Dean chuckled, "Alright."

"You suck, Aladdin!" Romana hollered at me as I left the dorm.

I rolled my eyes at her dramatics. Putting my earphones into my ears and making sure they stayed there, I hit the play button on my iPod. Walking around the castle aimlessly, I stuck to the shadows as to not run into anyone. Saturdays. They had to be the most boring day of the week. Only the fourth day, and I already wanted to go back to Scorp's place. Slowly but surely, I made my way to the Black Lake. It was peaceful, and the sky was a bright blue. Puffy, white clouds that looked like cotton candy floated peacefully in the sky as I laid down in the soft grass. Lady Antebellum played in my ears as my eyes traveled across the blue sky making out shapes in the clouds. The fragile peace was soon broken by the clearing of someone's throat. Really, I groaned in my head, Romana better not have gotten out.

Sitting up in annoyance, I pulled my earphones out of my head and ran my left hand through my hair to get out any grass that could have gotten stuck in it. Looking up where the sound had come from, I saw Albus.

"Um…can I do something for you?" I asked awkwardly, a single eyebrow raised inquisitively.

A look of deer-trapped-in-headlights passed over Albus' face, but was quickly replaced the typical confidence the Potter family were infamous for.

"Look," He began. "You don't have to explain anything, but, I do have to know, is Romana…dangerous?"

My hopes of them just forgetting were dashed. How could I be so foolish as to believe that? Idiot. Sighing, I looked up at Albus. To lie or not to lie, that is the question.

"No," I lied straight through my teeth. "Why would you think that? She has been going to this school for six years."

Of course she was freaking dangerous, I screamed in my mind. She is unpredictable and a maniac in that state of mind, and no one knows why.

A slight blush graced Albus' cheeks. "Oh, right. Sorry."

"'s fine." I shrugged, laying back down. "Just leave me alone."

Despite me telling him to leave me alone, Albus ended up laying down next to me, gazing up at the clouds. I turned my head towards him in annoyance. His floppy, very dark auburn hair hung slightly over his glasses. The brilliant emeralds were focused solely on the sky. As I studied him, my annoyance ebbed away and was replaced by a sort of déjà vu feeling. It was as if I had met him before…what?!

Without warning, Albus turned to look at me causing me to snap my attention back on the sky. A small amount of blood rushed to my cheeks, but I willed the rest to stay out of that vicinity. I would not blush in front of Albus.

"I thought I told you to leave me alone?" I grumbled at the sky, not turning my head to meet his gaze.

"You did." Albus confirmed with mock seriousness in his tone.

"So why aren't you gone?" I growled, glaring at a bird flying overhead.

Albus ignored the question, instead asking, "Do I know you?"

I knew what he meant. He felt the same way I did. But I was too much of a Slytherin to pass up such an opportune chance to be an arse.

"I'd sure hope so. I've only been in your transfiguration class since first year." I snorted.

"Ugh," Albus groaned, the sound of flesh hitting flesh filled the air and as I looked at him I saw his palm pressed to his forehead. "You know what I meant."

I sobered up quickly, and turned my head to look into his eyes. The feeling of familiarity filled me again. I knew those eyes from somewhere…but where?

"I don't know." I said softly, searching the eyes for something. I wasn't sure what, but something to let me know that these were the eyes that I knew. And I found it. That small spark of intelligence behind the bravery and Gryffindor stupidity. I realized that I had been staring into his eyes for so long that it was way past appropriate. Shaking my head in an attempt to rid my head of those thoughts and feelings, I quickly was on my feet. Albus got up as well, though not nearly as quickly.

"I-I've gotta go. Uh, there's…a transfiguration essay that I have to, um, help Anna with…er, b-bye, Albus." I stuttered, not meeting his eyes and then taking off.

I rushed into the castle, searching for some place to hide. What was wrong with me? I hated Albus. Hated him. And I didn't know him from anywhere.

You sat with him on the first train ride, a small voice in my head reminded me but I pushed it away. I knew that. I remembered that. That wasn't why I was recognizing him, but I didn't know what it was.

As I walked along, yet again sticking to the shadows, the most unpleasant feeling of an icy bucket of water being dumped over my head filled my being. What the…? Turning around, I realized I had just walked through Moaning Myrtle, who seemed to just be floating against the wall, pouting. Looking around, I noticed that the entrance to her bathroom wasn't far away, so why was she out of it?

"Myrtle?" I asked, confused, looking at the ghostly third year.

"Yes?" Myrtle responded in her nasally voice, looking at me.

"What are you doing out of your bathroom?" My eyebrows furrowed in confusion. I soon realized that I had said the wrong thing.

"Oh, it's just awful!" Myrtle wailed. "Some stinky poltergeist decided to flood my bathroom! Know I have to wait until you stupid mortals fix it!"

OK, one: you once were a 'stupid mortal,' idiot. Two: don't you do that all the time?

"Don't you usually flood your own bathroom, Myrtle? I thought it didn't bother you anyway." I said.

Myrtle huffed in aggravation. "Of course I flood my own bathroom! It's different when someone else does it, though! It smells like decaying animal!"

Rolling my eyes, I started to leave when she said something that perked my interest.

"I mean, of course, there is the decaying animal underneath the bathroom, but still…!" She sniffed.

"Wait, decaying animal?" I asked, backtracking and looking up at her in interest. "What decaying animal?"

"Didn't you hear?" Myrtle asked, suddenly much more cheerful. Well, this mustn't be any good. "When Harry Potter was a second year, he slayed the Basilisk right under my bathroom floor. Pity he didn't die, I was going to offer him to share my stall."

"The Basilisk can't die." I said automatically, somehow knowing my information was true.

Myrtle looked at me, appalled. "Of course it can die!" She shrieked. "I mean, if it couldn't, why, wouldn't it still be alive today." With that, she floated off to annoy someone else, leaving me to my thoughts.

"The Basilisk can't die…it regenerates when killed." I muttered, slightly creeped out by how I was so sure in my information. One thing was for certain, I would need to do some research. My mind groaned at the thought. Sometimes, I wished I was a Ravenclaw.

Albus' POV

I am an idiot. That is the only thing that can be said. Who in the right frame of mind and just asks them if their friend is dangerous? Idiot! As I scolded myself on the idiotic question that had just come out of my mouth, I realized that Aladdin had started talking.

"No," Aladdin stated. "Why would she be dangerous? She has been going to this school for six years."

Yep, Albus Severus Potter, you are an idiot. "Oh, right. Sorry." I apologized, rubbing the back of my neck awkwardly. However, she had already turned away and lied down.

"'s fine, just leave me alone." Ah, but I couldn't. Ever since I saw her when she got picked to be my buddy, she'd been haunting me. It was as if I knew her from somewhere, but that was impossible…right?

Laying down next to her, I watched the sky with her. I soon decided that this was the suckiest entertainment in the history of the world. I turned back to look at her, and noticed that she had been staring at me. A smirk fell onto my face as I watched the tiniest blush grace her face. That was when I noticed two, white earphones and an iPod laying on her stomach. What was the Slytherin pureblood doing with muggle technology?

"Didn't I tell you to leave me alone?" Aladdin grumbled, drawing my attention away from my odd discovery.

"You did." I assured mockingly.

"So why aren't you gone?" She said, glaring at something in the sky.

I wasn't sure what it was, the glare or maybe the way the sun bounced off her hair, but the feeling of déjà vu grew even more. "Do I know you?"

The moment I saw that little smirk on her face, I regretted my wording.

"I'd sure hope so." She smiled. "I've only been in your transfiguration class since first year."

That arse.

"Ugh," I groaned, face palming myself. "You know what I meant."

Turning towards her, I saw that her expression had sobered and she seemed to be acting serious. "I don't know." She didn't know if she knew who I was. But she did understand, for she felt the same way. I found myself lost in her almost black eyes, but all too soon Aladdin stood up and made some faulty excuse about needing to help Anna with some essay. What was wrong with me? I hated her and I didn't know her from anywhere...right?