Remus Lupin walked through the corridors of Hogwarts witchcraft and wizardry. Students buzzed around, trying there best to move out of his way as he walked towards the headmaster office. Reaching the tall stone gargoyle he said the password and it briskly jumped out of his path, recognizing the look of purpose in the man's weary eyes. Moving up the stairs hastily, two steps with each stride, he came to stop when he saw Dumbledore sitting at his desk, quill in hand as it flicked across the piece of parchment in front of him. Remus stood in the archway for a moment before he realised that the aged man would not notice him on his own.

"Headmaster?" he asked trying to gain his attention without startling him.

Dumbledore lifted his head, his glasses sitting on the end of his nose. "Remus," he said placing the quill down as he sat back, wresting both hands on the rigid arms of his throne-like chair. "Is there something I can help you with my boy?"

Remus walked closer but remained standing, "yes headmaster there is something I would like to talk with you about."

"Come, have a seat," Dumbledore gestured to the seat across from him on the other side of the large desk. Remus moved forward quickly, pulling out the chair and sitting down. His body was tense but he tried to make himself comfortable. "Headmaster, there is something I would like to discuss with you."

Dumbledore gave a humorous chuckle "You know Remus you can call me Albus I'm not your professor anymore."

Remus smiled before he replied, "of course Albus." Remus, who had been looking down at his lap, now looked up to Dumbledore. "I'd like to talk about Atria, Atria Black."
Dumbledore smiled at the young man, the familiar twinkle in his eye as he laced his fingers together in front of him. He knew that when Remus came back to Hogwarts, this time as a professor, he would instantly be drawn to two students imparticular. Atria Black being one of them.

"Yes," Dumbledore urged. Watching Remus, he was confused by his behaviour. When talking about his goddaughter he had thought Remus would show joy or even excitement. But if Dumbledore was correct, Remus had a look of disturbance. Something was amiss."She is a very bright young girl by the way," He said smiling at Remus with reassurance, almost like he was trying to assure him that Atria had been well in his absence.

Remus looked down at his feet smiling at the thought. She was indeed a very intelligent girl. Extremely observant and witty, she had continued to prove herself so as classes went on. "Yes, yes, she is." Remus agreed.

Dumbledore smiled back at the young man, "So you've met her, talked with her, I assumed you would have by now." The old man asked with an optimistic smile.

Thinking about his encounters with young Atria Black, Remus could not help but feel a bit lighter, more at ease, "She is a bit different then I thought she would be, but yes I have. I have had the opportunity to talk with her quite a bit recently, about a lot of things."

Dumbledore's smile only grew before asking a question of his own, "Have you told her yet?"

Remus already knew what he was asking without knowing the full question, "that I'm her godfather? No, I don't think either of us a ready for her to know that." Actually, he was more than ready to tell her, It was her reaction to it that frightened him. In his short time with her, he knew Atria was a very sheltered person. He felt that in her learning of his true connection to her she would see it as an act of abandonment, betrayal. And if that was how it played out then all of his progress with her would come crumbling down.

"How do you think she will take it?" Dumbledore asked as Remus ran a hand over his face. "Not well," The younger man breathed out before placing his elbows on his knees in a slouched stance, "I think she will think I abandoned her." He thought it because he had. He had stepped away from her, leaving her to the wolves her father himself had run from. In the beginning, thinking about her had brought on such a bought of guilt he had willed himself to stop thinking about her and now that he had met her and seen her, he was filled with nothing but crippling regret.

Dumbledore raised his eyebrow in query, "Why would you think that?"

Remus let out a soft breath, his face one of sorrow and disappointment, "Because it's true Albus, I did abandon her. I was given a duty and I neglected it. I was the person chosen to watch over her and every time I think about it I..." He trailed off, his eyes filled with self-loathing as Marlene's face flashed through his head as he prayed for her forgiveness," I just think of Marlene and how disappointed she would be with me." He finished before placing his head in his hands.

Dumbledore watched the pained man across from him, It was hard for him not to feel somewhat accountable for the state he was in. When it came to Atria Black there was blame to share.

"Remus" Dumbledore said softly, "I will not sit here and listen to you berate yourself. You forget I was there too. You fought as hard as you could but in the end, Atria's family had much more influence." Remus looked up as his despair was put on hold.

He quickly composed himself sitting back up, reminded of the reason for why he was there, "Actually that is what I am here to talk to you about Albus."

The older man nodded urging him on.

Remus then continued to go into further detail. "I'm here because I would like to know more about Atria's family, her home life in general. I have reason to think she may be in a dangerous environment."

"In the home of the Malfoy's?" Dumbledore questioned.

"Yes," Remus confirmed.

Dumbledore nodded. He had to admit he had always had his suspicions about the Malfoys and their treatment of Atria. Last year he had watched a timid and terrified girl shake at the mere mention of Lucius Malfoys name and to say their relation looked tense was an understatement.

"Did she tell you anything that may have led you to believe so."

"Yes," Remus recounted, "But not until after her boggart."

At that Dumbledore gave pause, "What about her boggart?" He asked in worry and curiosity.

Remus wanted to find a way to say this cautiously but knew that the matter was too serious for that.

"Atria's boggart" Remus began, "It took the form of Lucius Malfoy."

Dumbledore's figure visibly stiffened causing him to sit up straighter. "Really?" He asked

"Yes and that's not even the worst of it," Remus said, in a low mumble. He breathed in deeply before explaining the severity of the situation " The boggart..." He paused as the memory flashed through his mind once again "was about to cast the cruciatus curse on her."

Dumbledore looked down before he too crossed his hands in his lap. His tone now very serious and not as calm as usual "Are you sure?"

"I heard it, there was no misunderstanding," Remus replied confidently.

Nodding, Dumbledore looked down in reflection "Yes, I can see why you would find that worrisome." He looked back to Remus. "How was she, when it happened?"

"She was terrified, Albus," Remus said solemnly, images flashed through his mind of Atria lying on the ground helplessly. Remembered the look on her face Remus had come to a terrifying conclusion, it was not fear of the unknown, but fear of what she knew was to come. "It was like she knew it was coming," He murmured loud enough for Dumbledore to hear.

Dumbledore took in a deep breath as he thought over the next proper course of action, "Have you talked about it with her?"

Remus nodded "yes although she did not give me much of a reply."

"I wouldn't have expected her to," Dumbledore said thinking back to his own time with Atria Black before continuing."I myself have had a few meetings with Miss Black but enough to gain an understanding of her. She is a very private girl, very reserved."

Remus nodded in response. "Yes she is, it was a miracle I got her to talk to me in the first place," He said, shaking his head in disbelief.

Dumbledore was in scrutiny as he sat back in his chair. During his time at Hogwarts, he had dealt with many cases like this. Usually involving overzealous pureblood parents, Atria's grandparents included, but it never got easier to deal with. Running a hand threw his beard thoughtfully, Dumbledore asked, "Was there anything else telling about her life with the Malfoy's in this encounter?"

Remus ran over the conversation he had a few weeks ago with Atria in his head, trying to remember as much as he could from that night a few weeks ago.

He felt deep despair thinking back to one moment he had shared with Atria. Something that enraged him as well as saddened him. "She didn't even know what Marlene looked like," He replied softly feeling his eyes burn with tears, "The Malfoy's have kept so much from her." His voice was a whisper as he tugged at the velvet covering on his chair arm as he felt his emotion begin to bubble over, but he couldn't let that happen. He had to be strong, he had to do this.

"Yes," Dumbledore sighed, "I would have accepted as much" His tone filled with disapproval.

Remus pipped up as he remembered something else, "We did talk about Sirius, him she knows a lot about."

"mmhh" Dumbledore hummed as he urged Remus on.

Remus's eyes caught sight of a newspaper that laid on Dumbledore's table, one with his ex-classmate on the front page."But with all the media coverage on him right now that is no a surprise. She says she has memories of him but she finds them confusing like she couldn't decipher which were real or something her mind made up," He realized how frazzled he must have sounded before he told Dumbledore," the whole conversation was a blur in all honesty."

He knew this would be the hundredth time he had spoken with Dumbledore on the subject, but he could not let it go, not this time."Are we sure Lucius didn't take her?"

"My boy we have been over this, it is not possible."

"But it is possible!" Remus burst out, "There is just no proof!"
Remus ran and hand through his hair in frustration. Deep down he knew what had happened, even if no one else believed him, even if no one else could see through Lucius Malfoys farce.

Dumbledore watched the aggrieved man before continuing to his point, "But your fears, when it comes to Mr Malfoy, are warranted so if Atria is in need of help then we will."

Dumbledore, while outraged by Remus' discovery, was not at all surprised. After the events that took place last year, he himself had meant to talk more with Miss Black but he had not yet found the chance. Dumbledore knew of Atria's true past, of exactly how she came to be in the Malfoy's care, Severus had recounted the entire thing to him straight after.a He had kept an eye on the girl from a distance, and Severus had been able to supply him with some information due to his close relationship with the Malfoy's. But may it be that Severus did not know the half of it.

October came and went, and November was now upon them. As the school year went on more school work began to pile up and she found her self becoming more stressed as the days went on. Failing was not an option If her grades dropped in the slightest Lucius would know and there would be hell to pay. Her owl had come past this morning dropping of another letter from Narssica. It contained the usual: worry, concern, Don't act rashly or you shall be punished. Now there was to be no confusion, Atria loved Narsicca, but she had come to terms with the fact that if it was between her and Lucius, well in Narssica's eyes she came second.

Atria had no one in her life who would put her first. She could tell herself false truths all she liked. She had when she was younger, had told herself she was loved and cared for but now she knew better. Now she has come to terms with her situation and found that she didn't care. Accepting it had hurt in the beginning but as her standards lowered the sting began to wear off.

Now she knew the way it was. Lucius used her for his own whims and plots. Narssica saw her as a doll who she could dress up and for Draco, she was nothing more than a side character in his story. But that changed nothing, she still loved Narsicca and Draco, after all, they were all she had.

As the weeks droned on, talks with professor Lupin had become more frequent. She had learnt more about both of her parents and was constantly in her free time running to his office to learn more.
Both had been Gryffindors. Her father was the only member of the Black family to be so.
Her mothers favourite colour was purple.
Her father had been a chaser of the Gryffindor quidditch team.
Her parents used to call her Atty.

Remus told her how he had met her mother when they were 11 years old at platform nine and three after they had met peter Pettigrew, the poor man her father had murdered. Not long after, Marlene had become acquainted with Sirius Black, who had apparently been the school bad boy. The two had always been close friends but it wasn't until after they had graduated that they became romantically involved.

As she learnt more she realized why she wasn't afraid of her father. It was because she hated him far too much to be afraid of him. He had killed her mother. She didn't know the details but she knew deep down that even if it was not by his hand it was his fault.

Her father was still a headliner in the news. The advice Narcissa had given her at the start of the year about old new becoming boring was very incorrect. The whispers only seemed to grow and so did the stairs. One afternoon while walking through the corridors she had run into a broom closet when it had all become too much.

So now she never stayed among the same group of strangers to long, as she walked through the corridors between classes she realized that as soon as people noticed her their faces turned to one of judgment and conception. She began to take detours when walking to class as to not give people enough time to notice her, or time to think. She tried hard to keep to herself hiding in her dormitory, no matter how much Draco and Daphne objected to it. That's where she was now, sat at the desk next to her bed reading over a charms essay that was to be handed in the next day. Working in silence, her serene surroundings were interrupted by someone stomping loudly down the stairs that led lower into the Slytherin dungeons.

Daphne walked in dropping her books with a thunk on the large table before flopping onto her bed. "You're so lucky you don't take divination," she said running her hand over her face before turning her head to the side to look at Atria.

Atria let a small smirk twist onto her lips before looking up from her desk to look at an exhausted Daphne "It can't be that bad."

"Professor Trelawney has got to be the nuttiest professor to ever grace this castle. It's because of her I will never drink tea again, the very sight of it makes me want to be sick now." Daphne huffed out as she laid back snuggling into her pillows trying to make herself as comfortable as she could.

"I don't know about that," Atria said before leaning back into her chair fiddling with the end of her quill, "Grandfather Phineas could give her a run for her money."

"That maybe, but it doesn't make her any less than a pain in my ass seriously the way she drowns on, this headache might never go away." The blonde girl said before smothering her face into one of the pillows.

After a few moments of silence, Atria asked Daphne, "Daphne?"

"Yes," Daphne's Muffled voice called from the pillow.

"Are you sleeping?"

"Yes," came another muffled reply.

"Then I will leave you to it," Atria said rising from her chair, taking her essay with her.

"Goodnight Atria" Daphne called from her bed.

"Goodnight Daphne"

Walking down to the common room she sat down on one of the black leather couches. The room was still mostly empty due to the fact that other students had just finished classes and where yet to arrive. She sat back on the couch, her back against the armrest and her knees brought up, so she could lean her essay against her legs. When her familiar housemates arrived, she said a polite hello before continuing on her essay. Running her eyes over the parchment to correct any mistakes it was suddenly ripped out of her view.

Draco unrolled the full 6-foot long parchment. "Finished your essay, I see," he said, quickly looking over it.

"Not yet. I almost was until you came along" Atria replied trying to snatch it back from him, but he moved quickly so it was out of her reach.
He lazily fell back onto one of the armchairs "Looks really good," he said still looking over the parchment held in his hands."Maybe I can take this one and you can have mine," he joked with her.

"Not going to happen, I will not be punished for your lack of organizational skills," she quipped back at him. Holding her hand out, she expected him to give it back which after a moment of contemplation he did.

She dipped her quill back into the ink that sat on the table beside her she didn't get to use it because Draco had another question to ask. "Have you received any letters from father this year?"

She lifted her head "No."

Draco let out what sounded like a breath of relief "good, that's good."

Atria tried to hide her distress but she heard it in her voice, "Why? Has he said anything to you?"

"No, it just means you haven't done anything wrong as of yet."

Atria looked back at her work. She had to admit his words hurt and she didn't bother trying to hide that, "Well thanks for confirming that for me." She uttered under her breath resentfully.

Draco looked at his feet realizing how he must have sounded, " I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that."

Atria just ignored him, continuing with her work.

"Atria?" He still got no response. Standing from the armchair he moved to sit next to her bent knees. Reaching over them, he took her hand, the one holding her quill, forcing her to stop. Trying to catch her gaze, she finally looked back at him. "I'm happy your away from him and I want you to try as hard as you can to keep it that way. He has written to me a few times and asked if I think It's best for you to come home." He said looking between her face and their hands.

"What did you say?" She asked her teeth on edge.

He looked away from her in consideration, wondering if he should tell her the truth. "That you have been compliant," he said cautiously.

Atria let out an amused scoff "liar."

Draco lips twisted up into a small genuine smile before continuing back on to the subject. "However," He announced, "I do think it would be safer if you went home." Just as Atria went to object he continued, "But I know you don't want that."

Not long after, he heard her soft whisper. "Thank you," she said softly as she squeezed his hand. The two sat in comfortable silence, after a few moments, Atria spoke up "Are you excited?"

He looked at her, puzzled "For what?"

"Quidditch season is about to begin," She said beginning to work on her essay again.

Draco gave a knowing smile but what about, she did not know "I don't think Slytherin will play for some time. Maybe not until the end of the season."

This gave Atria pause, "Why not it's Slytherin vs Gryffindor first match."

Draco simply shrugged.

"Am I correct?" Atria asked.

"Well," He began, stretching out the word, "Flint thinks that with my arm that it would be best if the Slytherin match was moved up to a later date."

Atria's head lulled back in frustration, How much longer would she have to deal with this. One scratch and now he was apparently a cripple. "Draco," she huffed, "Your arm is fine!"

Draco gave a small laugh at her jaded reaction before leaning back in a cool manner, "But I'm seeker, my arm has to be better than fine otherwise how will I reach the snitch."

"Exactly right," said a voice from the Slytherin house doorway.

Then with an air of arrogance, Marcus Flint and Adrian Pucey walked into the common room. For those who did not know already Marcus Flint was one of the most ignorant students to ever grace this hall, seriously Atria thought it was a miracle Slytherin every accepted such a moronic boy. He was supposed to have graduated last year but was forced to repeat, only backing up her theory he was as dumb as a brick. And Adrian Pucey was sexist git, while most pureblood males were like that he took it to a whole other level. He was one year ahead of her and was relatively smart but not as smart as her. At the start of the year, he had sent her a letter asking if she had wanted him to tutor her, to which she had politely declined.

"Hello Black," Adrian said as he moved to stand behind her, his hand resting behind her, his fingers brushing her back. "Pucey" Atria replied politely, not bothering to look at him.

Draco couldn't help but glare at the older boy before he looked over and addressing Flint. "Have you talked to Snape yet about moving the match?"

"No, not yet" Flint replied before moving to sit in the armchair Draco had once occupied, "I think we should wait a little while before we do" .

"Why?" asked Draco cluelessly.

Flint smiled smugly showing off his crooked teeth, "It's far too early, if we talk to him about it later, it will be changed not to soon before the match and the Gryffindors will never see it coming."

"Yeah they'll have to change strategy and everything so best leave it to a week before" Adrian added on with his usual cocky attitude.

"Whatever happened to fair play?" Atria asked, still looking at her essay not paying the boys much attention.

"Think of it more as strategic timing," Adrian said with a shrug, giving Flint a telling smile which the other boy returned.

"mhh," Atria hummed mockingly.

As the boys droned on about quidditch she focused back on her work. As she continued, she sensed a shift behind her as Adrian leaned over her, so his face was next to hers. "You know if you had agreed to some tutoring, that essay might have been done by now." She felt his breath brush against her cheek as he spoke and wanted nothing more than to tell him to go away but knew she couldn't do that.

"Thanks for the offer but I'm fine." She replied curtly.

"Oh come on," he said, placing his other hand on the couch's backrest so both of his arms where on either side of her, "we'll head to the library for a little while, it will be fun." He said softly as one of his hands came around and his finger began to trace up and down her arm.

She inched away from his hand before replying, "I'm sorry but I can't, Draco and I were actually just about to go to the great hall?"

"Okay, Then maybe later?" He said in anticipation.

"Yeah sure, Come on Draco," Atria said before standing and gathering her things.

"Where are we going?" Draco asked before standing quickly realizing she was already leaving.

"Great hall!" She called back to him before reaching the common room door.

After the feast that night Atria was walking alone, along the corridor back to her dormitory when she heard someone walking behind her. Not taking any real notice of it, it was not until she felt a close presence at her side that she turned and was immediately frustrated with who she found walking beside her.

"Atria can we talk. Please?" Harry asked, barely keeping up with her strut.

"Why?" she asked indifferently, not taking her eyes off the path in front of her or stopping her walk. Not really making a big deal out of it she thought Harry may attempt to follow her but after a while, he would eventually give up and walk away, however, she was wrong. Harry all of a sudden grabbed her arm halting her movement giving her a little bit of a shock.

"You know why," he said voice coming out strained and frustrated.

Forced to turn to him her was irritation obvious as she glared up at him, "No I don't so would you please unhand me," she said giving a stiff nod toward his hand on her forearm. He let go of her before his arm swang back to his side "If you didn't know, you wouldn't be avoiding me," he said looking at her accusingly.

Atria looked around to see if anyone else was coming before directing her gaze back to him. "I genuinely have no clue what you are talking about Potter so if you'll excuse me I'll just be on my way." If she could just get him to give up even just for now, she could avoid this conversation altogether because there would not be a next time, She would just have to be more careful when it came to this stalker. As she tried once again to turn from him to walk away but he grabbed her by her sleeve tugging her back to him. "Just stay and talk to me!" he demanded more than asked.

She could tell he was over this game of cat and mouse as much as she was. But she would prove that her resolve was stronger than his."I don't have time I have to be som-"

"Where? I'll come with you," he said interrupting her.

"It's private."

"Well, then I'll walk you." Now he was just acting like a child.

She rounded to look up into his green eyes. "Why do you need this so much Potter?" she snapped up at him

His eyes darted around before he gestured up the hall, "Could we please just go somewhere to talk?" he asked slumping his shoulder.

"Why do we need to go somewhere else? Why can't you just say it here?" She shrugged her shoulders, "As I said before, I have somewhere to be."

"Because I don't think this is a conversation, either of us wants other people to overhear."

"I don't know what you would need to talk to me about that you don't want people to overhear." She raised her eyebrow at him pointedly, "Getting into as much trouble as last year, are we Potter?"

"No, I'm..." he stopped and took deep calming breaths, trying to pull back his growing irritation.

"Can you just hear me out?" His voice was louder and more demanding.

Staring at the boy for a moment, she understood his irritation. She felt it herself so she decided she would hear him out, keep her answer to a minimum and then maybe he would leave her alone. It always worked in the past. "Alright," she huffed before moving to one of the wide windows in the corridor, moving to sit down on the ledge. Leaning back and crossing her legs she looked up at him with a look of scorn. "Go on,"she gestured nodding and holding her hand out palm up, as if he was standing on a stage and her his audience.

He stood in front of her, trying not to look too nervous she could be a truly intimidating figure when she wanted to be. And never more than she did now, as she sat in front of him with her classic haughty expression.

"are you…" he paused a moment, trying to figure out a simple and fast way to ask what he had to. "Are you safe?"

Her head tilted to the side in bewilderment. "Safe?" she repeated back to him.

"Yes," He nodded sharply, his confidence holding strong.

She knew what he was talking about but decided to play with him a little longer. "I'd like to think I am. My father-,"

"I'm not talking about your father," he huffed out stopping her halfway through her statement.

She sat back observing him for a moment. "Then what do you mean?" she asked her expression cold and patientless.

He gulped, his Adam's apple bobbing up then back down "Mr Malfoy, your uncle took you straight home after...so well I haven't had a chance to talk to you since last year and you keep avoiding me."

"Well I was exhausted," She said obviously, "mentally as well as physically and it's not like we talked before so why would anything be different now."

"How can you say after last year that nothing has changed," Everything had changed, It changed the moment dobby came into his room at the start of last year. And yes he knew more then she thought he did but even so, how could she expect him not to want to check on her, talk to her. "Just help me understand," He pleaded.

"Understand what?" She stood up straight from her seat, shaking her head in disbelief. He was unbelievable, this whole situation was. "What else is there for you to know? The whole ordeal is over now, and I don't know about you but I would like to move on." She was so ready to forget. As much as she had tried to hide it, last year had left her tired and drained. She was still riddled by sleepless nights trying to avoid the nightmares she knew would come and the emotional trauma had left her feeling trapped and unhinged.

His gaze rested on her and she could see how beseeched he was. "Did Lucius know it was you using the diary?"

Her face melted. "Excuse me?"

"I know he had the diary," Harry said looking away from her "I know he used you to get it into the school but did he know you would be the one using it? Did he know the danger you were in?"

She let out a humourous huff as if trying to laugh it off, "How do you know it was him, for all you know I stumbled upon it at school. You have no proof Potter." She turned to leave him but after a few steps she heard him call to her.

"That's exactly what your uncle said when he all but admitted to it," He declared boldly.

She turned on her heel and walked straight back up to him, "Then why didn't you report it?" She moved even closer to him so they were mere inches away, "If you're so certain of yourself?"

Harry shook his head before brushing of her last comment, "You and I both know it's not that simple."

"No I guess it isn't," She said condescendingly.

Harry was trying to stay strong but she was just so good at making people feel small. His breath became laboured, ever since last year he had been planning this conversation and how it was expected it to go. This was not it. "But you could, you could report him."

Atria's eyebrows furrowed in bewilderment. Was he serious? "Why on earth would I do that?"

Harry's mouth fell open in awe at her denial, how thick could she be. How could she not want to bring Lucius Malfoy down after everything he had done to her? "For last year!" he said raising his voice. "If we had proof which you could provide we could do it. After the way he came into the school, his behaviour, everyone could tell he was furious no one could deny it, not even Dumbledore." He let out a few raged breaths after his long rant, waiting for her reaction.

Atria just let out a scoff as she just stared at him. Harry couldn't be sure, but it almost looked like she was at a loss for words or thinking of what to say next. His heart jumped, and he hopefully thought he had got through to her. After a moment, her eyes filled with distrust and she finally spoke up. "Your hatred for my cousin has really reached another level if you're this delusional Potter."

Harry let out a frustrated groan before sending her a glare. "I'm not delusional," He yelled at her, his patience worn out. "I know what happened and so do you!" He was so tired of this, why was it so hard for her just to admit it. Stupid Slytherin's and their pride, which they could not seem swallow. Watching Atria now he just wanted to grab her and shake some sense into her.

"My uncle had nothing to do with it!" Atria all but yelled back.

Harry was shaking his head in disbelief, "He did and you know it! I saw you in the hallway! I saw him yell at you! and I saw him hi-" Harry stopped his rant suddenly, his head jerking back as if he had said something he knew he shouldn't have. Atria's head had already snapped back as Harry spoke of her and Lucius conversation, the conversation in the corridor, out the front of the hospital wing, that had no witnesses. She found her self even more alarmed at his last few words which he had left unfinished.

Harry's eyes were looking anywhere, trying not to lock on with hers.

"Saw him what," She demanded her eyes darting around his face trying to catch his gaze.

Her teeth gritted together as she began to feel her vexation grow. "Saw him what? Potter." She said slowly, one word at a time so there was no misunderstanding.

He stared at her for a moment, his eyes showing his distress and anxiousness. Speaking, his voice came out as a struggled sigh, "I saw him hit you."
Atria felt her eyes start to twitch as she took a few steady steps backwards before turning and stalking off down the dim corridor. Her face was eerily expressionless as shock corsed threw her body and repressed hysteria started to burn behind her eyes causing them to water.

"Atria!" Harry called behind her.

"ATRIA!"