Edit: 8/12/18

~Of Silver and Gold~

Chapter 7: Diaries, Dreams and Dueling

While Harry knew trouble was brewing, Angel was oblivious to it all. She was staring absentmindedly towards the window of the Slytherin Common room. Her body pressed against the glass window that looked out towards the lake. She petted the purring Coeur as she continued to stare, her mind was still thinking about the dream that was haunting her. One that had kept her up at night and tired her more and more each day:

Flashback

She needed it; she craved it more than anything. Those pages, that book called out to her. It didn't matter what it had or whom it belonged to. No, she needed desperately to touch and skim the pages of the book.

As the diary floated to her hand she caressed its spine. It seemed like it was meant to be hers. It had called out to her. It had chosen her. It wasn't the blood traitor that the diary needed it was her. She held it close and then it all went dark, all she could hear was the hissing of something.

End Flashback..

"Angel? Angel!" Pansy called out trying to get her attention.

Angel blinked and finally registered that her friend was calling her. She looked up and smiled lazily. Pansy had wanted to catch Angel to ask about their older conversation. Pansy had apparently taken a liking to Angel because she was the only other girl in the group.

"What's wrong with you?" Pansy asked as she sat down beside her. "You have been awfully

distracted. Is it because your birthday is coming up?"

Angel laughed slightly and shook her head. She hadn't even thought about her birthday if she was quite honest.

"Well honestly…I've been having weird dreams" Angel began "They are really odd."

Pansy raised her brow.

"Do tell"

Angel looked at her pet, trying to remember her dream. She didn't know why she trusted Pansy so quickly, but it felt right.

"It's so stupid, but do you remember when I told you about my confrontation with the weaselette?"

Pansy nodded looking curious at where this was heading. Angel was a lot more different than Draco. Where Draco vented and ranted, Angel in turn quietly expressed herself if even that. If Pansy was perfectly honest, the younger girl barely spoke about her thoughts instead she found herself lost in them more than anything. But now she was opening up and in turn she had the decency to be quiet.

"Well when we crashed I managed to look at her diary. Ever since I grabbed it…I've been wanting to take it again. In my dream…. it calls me, and…I want it" Angel finished confused.

Pansy looking at her incredulously, but then a smile appeared on her face.

"Well…. steal it" she said nonchalantly.

"What?"

"Just take it! Make that idiot wail for her missing diary. You reap the rewards"

Angel looked like Pansy was the smartest one of them all.

"You're absolutely right..." she began. Slowly her eyes trailed back to Pansy "But is it right?"

Pansy giggled. "Well no, but where's your sense of adventure? Plus it's not like she's nice to you? Didn't you tell me she was telling people she hoped you got into Huffleouff? She deserves it if you ask me"

Angel's eyes led her towards Coeur who looked at her mistress. "You're right...you'll will help me won't you Coeur?"

Coeur mewed happily. She was into any type of trouble and adventure; especially if she was able to take part on it.

"Tomorrow the fun begins" Pansy smirked.

Angel giggled and knew that she really needed a friend like Pansy. As night fell, only mischief began.

….

Morning..

As everyone filled their plates in Great Hall, Pansy and Angel waited. Coeur was looking out from Angel's bag curiously as everyone ate. She nipped Angel's leg trying to get some scraps from her. The spoiled familiar got what she wanted taking the scraps given as she waited for the signal. Her mistress had described the girl enough to know who to go to. Angel hummed softly signalizing the motion of the plan and Coeur blended to her surroundings.

Avoiding being stepped on, she managed to reach the Gryffindor table. Her ears were in slight pain from the noise level at the table. She knew she was being watched; her eyes landed on a fellow kneazle, who belonged to the mudblood. Poor thing, she thought, having to deal with such dirty blood with big hair. She looked at the male half kneazle wondering what he would do. He did nothing but stared on as she continued her snooping. She noticed his eyes were on the rat that the other red thing held. She didn't care; she didn't eat rats, too disgusting.

She rustled slightly in the old bag before finally finding what she was asked to retrieve and slipped out with the diary in her mouth. She praised herself. The next part of the plan was all her. She decided to scratch the bottom of the bag making sure to pull the strings so the the girl would think it was an accident. That way when it was lifted her objects would fall out. If a cat could laugh, she most definitely would. She ran over towards her mistress and hopped in her lap showing the object proudly.

"Good job" Angel whispered.

Coeur purred and nuzzled her head against her mistress' hand. She knew she did well, and she praised herself as she ate from her mistress' plate. Angel was done with her food anyways, so she allowed her. Placing the diary in her own satchel, she promised herself to wait so she could read it.

They then noticed the boys heading their direction. Draco sat down in front of Angel and made a face of disgust as the kitten ate from her food. Rolling her eyes she petted her familiar and decided to change the subject and instead took him in. Draco was jittery, she could tell from the way his fingers twitched and he looked ready to jump.

Smiling softly, she signaled Coeur to jump into her satchel and in turn grabbed a fresh plate to serve Draco some food. Did she have to do it? No, but she was used to taking care of him and at least making sure he would be nourished.

"Going to win?" she asked handing him a piece of toast.

He looked at her incredulously.

"Always" he said and took a large bite of the toast.

She smirked knowing that he was trying to play cool. But she knew him; she had known him her whole life and it was only fair if she played along. As she slid her hand into her bag, her familiar handed her the gift. Making sure it look perfect once more, she handed him a pair of dragonhide gloves. He looked at her in surprise.

"Well it's a little gift for good luck," she explained.

They smiled at each other oblivious to the Gryffindor tables.

"Harry?" Hermione asked as she waved her hand in front of him.

He blinked and turned back to face him.

"Nervous mate?" Ron asked.

Harry shook his head and concentrated on his plate. Seemed that the table was always a distraction to him, and it was becoming more suspicious. He was so tired; the vivid dream that

he had the previous night had been a scary one.

Flashback..

She was running towards him, her brown hair twirling in her wind and his Gryffindor scarf comfortably rested around her neck. He couldn't help but grin as she took her in; they were no longer kids, but rather Hogwarts Graduates who were very much together. As she reached him, she immediately jumped in his arms and he spun her around before they met in the middle for a kiss. This all looked like a movie to him and what scared him wasn't the kiss, but the fact that it felt natural for this to happen.

"Harry you really need to get used to it love" she teased.

He had finally been able to catch her after years of chasing. She realized that he was serious and in turn, she turned her back on her Slytherin loyalties to be with him. It was perfect for the pair because they had each other.

"Are you happy?" he heard himself say.

"How can you ask that?" she looked at him confused. "I don't regret anything we had to go through. I've never been happier than with you."

"I love you"

"I love you too" Angel replied smiling.

After that he had leaped out of bed frightened beyond belief. He didn't know which was worse, the dreams that Voldemort haunted, or his current dream. After that he couldn't go to sleep and saw the sunrise hours later.

End Flashback

In the midst of all of this, the morning was all about who could be the heir of Slytherin. They had narrowed it to two: the Malfoys. He looked at the pair as they smiled at each other, the gloves held by Draco.

"Don't you agree Harry? Slytherin doesn't stand a chance" Ron said happily.

Harry nodded at Ron's comment and thought about the consequences of Angel being the heir. He didn't really like it, but then again he shouldn't care. It was probably her brother since the elder was usually the heir. Shaking his thoughts away he knew he had a game to play.

"Let's go the game!" Harry said.

Hermione made sure to grab her book and followed them out. Ginny was left behind as everything had fallen from her bag. She failed to notice a pair of giggling girls and an amused feline. Seemed the year had improved tremendously.

After the Game..

Angel hated herself for admitting that she had actually worried for the idiotic Gryffindor. She was also angry that her team lost. It was also disappointing to see Draco so upset. He was fuming that they had lost even with the bludger chasing Potter.

"I can't believe we lost!" Draco hissed angrily.

Angel frowned and squeezed his hand. He was obviously hurt, his first game and he lost. She smiled sympathetically.

"Think of the brighter side?" she said meekly.

He looked at her incredulously but mostly annoyed.

"Which is?"

"Potter has to re-grow his bones?" she replied.

A glint of something appeared in his eye and he smirked.

"I knew I loved you for a reason" he chuckled.

She rolled her eyes and hit his arm amused.

"Git" she replied.

They chuckled and drank pumpkin juice trying to cheer one another up. The best part about having a sibling was simple: there was always someone there that supported you no matter what. So as they continued to chat, Draco's loss was forgotten and soon as more of their friend's game, his failure was not memorable anymore.

….

Next morning..

Angel frowned as Draco dragged her through the Great Hall. He had apparently sighed them up for the dueling club. What frustrated her the most was that she was the only first year, and that Lockhart was the teacher.

"I hate you" she hissed. "I barely had time to eat."

He ignored her comment and continued to tug her towards the bigger room.

"We're already ate, hurry up" he said "Plus you're getting fat."

She glared at the back of his head but said nothing. As they reached the dueling club they pushed through to find their friends. She smiled as she saw Pansy and ran over as Draco headed towards Blaise so they could talk about something she didn't care for.

She turned to face Pansy who looked love-struck as Lockhart walked through the dueling stage. She rolled her eyes and her sights met her godfather's who looked equally annoyed. She couldn't help but be amused at his annoyance.

"Gather round gather round!" Lockhart began "Can you all hear me? Can you all see me? Good"

He smiled charmingly and girls swooned.

"Professor Dumbledore has permitted me to create this little dueling club. To train you all up in case you ever need to defend yourself as I myself have done thousands of times…for more details see my countless books."

He threw his cape towards the students and Angel ducked as Daphne and Pansy fought over it. She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms listening annoyed. Was this seriously going to be her afternoon?

"Let me present my assistant Professor Snape"

People murmured around and Angel grinned realizing that this was just getting better and better.

"He has agreed to aid me in a short demonstration" Lockhart began "Now I don't want any of you youngsters worrying. You'll still have your potions master when after when I'm through with him"

They began the dueling ritual and the students watched on.

"Watch Professor Snape crush him," Angel murmured to Pansy who shushed her.

"One, two,three" Lockhart counted.

Snape smirked.

"Expelliarmus!" Snape called out.

A bright light appeared and Lockhart was pushed back landing near the end of the dueling stage. Angel let out a snort ignoring the glares from the girls. She didn't care what others thought and she laughed that is until Harry's eyes connected with her own. She looked away and she stared at the scene before her.

Lockhart got up immediately and Angel shook her head. Her godfather looked amused about all of this. Especially as Lockhart explained that this was done on purpose so he could show them the idea of how to do it wrong. Many nodded and Angel wondered what he had over these people. Snape was annoyed but showed no emotion except impatience.

"Perhaps it would be wise to show the students some offense and defensive spells"

Lockhart nodded. Snape had always wanted to be a DADA teacher, that even Angel knew, but potions was always handed to him because Dumbledore said they needed him there.

"An excellent suggestions Professor Snape" Lockhart continued. "How about two student volunteers…Potter, Weasley come here."

"Weasley's wand causes devastation" Snape said.

Slytherin smothered their giggles, already knowing what happened last time.

"May I suggest someone from my own house?" Snape questioned.

Lockhart nodded somewhat confused.

"Malfoy" he said.

Draco and Angel looked at one another. They seemed to silently have a conversation as to who was doing what and they nodded. Harry looked on wondering what was going on. He didn't know which one he preferred to duel, but Draco seemed like the better option. As if they had decided the same thing, he climbed up immediately. He was confident, as was Angel; her brother was a great duelist that she knew, and based on his grades, he was better than Potter.

"Wands up and ready" Lockhart yelled at a distance.

"Scared Potter?" Draco sneered.

"You wish" Harry replied his tone low.

They both nodded and Angel looked on. As they took their steps back, they immediately turned to face one another.

"On the count of three" Lockhart continued "One, two"

Draco yelled out his spell before three was uttered. Angel was wide eyed at the scene. Harry went flying like Lockhart had. Grunting, Harry got up and threw out his offensive spell.

"Rictusempra" Harry yelled.

Draco went flying through the air and landed to Snape's side. Angel winced as he landed on his bottom. Snape got annoyed and lifted him up immediately.

"Serpensortia!"Draco called out.

The duel was getting out of control that was or sure. A snake appeared from Draco's wand and it began to slither through the stage. Angel's eyes were staring at the snake intently; it truly was a gorgeous snake, but frightening. Many began to murmur about what the snake could do.

"No need Potter" Snape said walking towards the snake. "I'll get rid of it for you"

"Not to worry professor Snape" Lockhart said. "I'll take care of it"

Whatever Lockhart did, it made the snake go flying through the air. It landed, a bit disoriented but offensive nonetheless. The snake slithered upwards and looked around the students began to get nervous. Angel stood straighter than usual, she might be a Slytherin, but that snake looked dangerous.

Harry walked towards it and began to hiss. Angel's breath hitched as did everyone else hearing him. The cobra turned away from Harry ignoring him. Angel paled, as did everyone as the snake came to her. It hissed and formed the "S" shape towards an attack. Many backed away and

Pansy was too scared to tug Angel back. Her eyes never left the snake until it looked back at Harry.

Snape looked at the scene and finally decided to intervene. He uttered his spell and the snake disappeared.

"What did you say to it?" Draco yelled at Harry.

Harry looked absolutely confused and turned to face Angel. He saved her, why wasn't he being thanked? She returned his gaze or so he thought, until he noticed her eyes were unfocused. She then began to sway and her eyes fluttered slightly before fainting. He walked forward to try and help her, but Draco pushed him back running to his sister.

All the Slytherin circled around her as Draco held her. Snape jumped down the stage and he pointed his wand at her.

"Enervate" he muttered.

Color rose back towards Angel's skin and she opened her eyes to see Harry as he stood on the stage staring intently. Snape bent down and lifted Angel towards his arms.

"Club dismissed" he ordered all.

He walked through the crowd and headed toward the infirmary room.

…

When she woke up again, she was very disoriented unsure of what time it was. What she did know was that her head hurt. Suddenly she heard people coming her direction. She stayed quiet and listened to her surroundings.

"Potter did not do it" she heard Professor McGonagall whisper.

"Nonsense he was the one who found the Fletchley boy petrified and he speaks Parseltongue and attacked my student" Snape replied.

They seemed to be arguing until Madame Pomfrey made them go back to their houses. Angel stayed quiet unsure if they were alone. But when nothing was heard she knew she had to check; getting up groaned softly and walked over to the hospital cot next to hers. Her curiosity got the best of her. Just what were they talking about?

She pulled the curtain to the side and covered her mouth to prevent herself from screaming. She saw the poor Hufflepuff student petrified and with what energy she had, she managed to cover them once more.

Angel couldn't help it. She slipped on her shoes and took the potions placed on her bedside and downed it. She felt well enough to leave without Madame Pomfrey's approval. She walked the dark halls scared out of her mind. In the midst of her fear something shifted. She swore she felt thrumming coming from her satchel and once she opened it she realized it was the journal.

She uttered the password and entered the common room and looked around to see that no one was there. While she pondered over looking for her friends, she figured it was best to just take a seat and wait for them to come to her. And since she had time she took out the diary ready to see what the fuss was all about. Opening the book she noticed that there was nothing written inside it. Why was it so secretive for Ginny to have? There were no secrets, nothing of value!

She took out her white peacock quill and began to write.

"Property of-"

She then was surprised when the ink disappeared. Before she could do anything, it began to how new scripture.

"Hello there, I'm Tom"

She blinked and smiled at the interesting book. The penmanship was neat, and very much written in an old fashioned sort of way.

"I'm Angel Malfoy" she wrote in neat writing.

"Nice to meet you Angel" it wrote back. "What house are you in?"

"Slytherin"

As she began to get more into the book, until she heard the door slam.

"There you are!" She heard Draco exclaim.

She looked down at the diary and wrote. "Write to you later Tom, nice talking to you"

"Likewise, till another day Angel"

She closed the diary and looked up at Draco.

"I was released," she said simply.

She grumbled as Draco pulled her to him and hugged her close.

"You stupid girl, mother and father would kill me if you got hurt" he mumbled.

Angel pushed herself away from his tight grip but it was no use, he was being what made it worse was how much bigger he was than her so no matter how much she struggled, it proved fruitless.

"You're the one that made that snake appeared you git," she muttered to his chest.

"Shut up" He said not bothering to apologize.

"Done with your family moment?" they heard.

They turned to see Blaise and Pansy who looked relieved she was there. She pushed herself from Draco's grip when she elbowed him. She smiled hearing him groan and got up hugging Pansy tight. They were worried that was obvious.

"Let's just rest with some tea and cakes" Blaise said.

It seemed that the house elves had helped them with the snack idea. Angel smiled and nodded placing the diary in her satchel once more. She wanted to know more about the diary and she felt that it was important to have it.

Meanwhile..

"But sir" one said.

They heard rustling around.

"Shut up , I made my choice" the voice hissed.

"The Weasley girl would be perfect"

"To control yes, but Potter would respond more to my choice"

The hooded man looked away and smirked. Poor Potter, his dream had just given him an upper hand. He wasn't going to let it go by. Forget the fact that she was the daughter of loyal members; she was the object he needed for Potter's demise. He chuckled at the idea and knew that he had two new puppets. The redhead would follow his rules, but the brunette would be the captive. So what if she would die? She would die for a worthy cause. And at the end that was all that mattered.