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I landed gracefully on the floor, oblivious to the admiring views I was receiving from my peers. Hagrid looked thrilled, 'Fantastic.' He smiled. I smiled weakly back, unused to this sort of praise. From deep inside the castle a bell rang.

'Class dismissed,' said Hagrid. There was a flurry of action as people raced towards the castle I moved around the edge, like I always do. I looked up to the squabbling bottle-neck at the door of the castle and sighed, but maybe...

A magically enhanced voice rose over the grounds, the harassed sounding voice of Professor McGonagall, 'All classes on the fourth floor are cancelled due to an, er, weather problem...' the voice trailed off.

I have to say, making it snow wasn't the most honest of options but it was certainly the easiest. I looked back up at the door; trails of gleeful faces were now streaming back onto the grounds, to sit in the glorious sun. I smiled inwardly, it was nice to get some time off, but I should probably refrain from disturbing the laws of nature too often...

I sit in my usual spot, under a large, gnarled tree on the outskirts of the forbidden forest. My backpack is beside me, I undo the zip and reach in, and carefully I extract a soft bundle. The bundle wriggles and yawns sleepily. Ash uncurls himself on my laps and arches his back; he stumbles drowsily onto the soft grass and tumbles over his paws. I set him on his feet again; he trots over to a large flower that is electric yellow and about his height. He begins to play with it. Catching it in his tiny paws and gnawing on the petals. I stroke his tiny head, he shudders appreciatively; a moment's lapse in concentration and the flower springs back up. He dives towards it and misses it completely, getting a face-full of pollen which he desperately tries to brush off with his paws. I smile, defeated by a flower.

He gives up the flower as a bad job and begins chasing a startled butterfly. The butterfly flies straight up Ash jumps after it, reaching his paws up.

'You can't fly Ash' I remind him. He mews grumpily.

'Don't kill the messenger,' I tell him, picking him up around the stomach. I put him in my lap. He curls up around my hand and licks my fingers before being entangled in the sweet veil of sleep.

Movement catches my eye, in the direction of Hagrid's hut. I look up and see a curtain sweep closed and a... flash of bushy brown hair.

I consider homing in to the minds in the hut, but I can't. Well, I could if I really wanted to but it would be quite hard. There were a lot of people on the grounds, so all I heard was a faint buzz as thoughts mingled, I would have to really concentrate and I didn't really want to. I sit there for hours with Ash in my lap, the light began to transform to an inky blackness pierced with the occasional star, it is getting dark early, and the numbers are dwindling. Eventually I am the only one left on the grounds. I relax, by myself at last, and slip quietly into a place to think, it is a place only I can go to, but even then it's hard to get to, a blocked section of being, an unidentifiable state of mind.

Bang! A slamming door pierces the night. I jump up and send Ash flying. Three figures head out the door I stare at them as a head, with a mane of bushy hair turns to stare straight at me.

My brain is a solid block of ice, where rational thoughts don't exist; they are unable to escape their freezing prison. But panic escapes like fire, burning a path through my senses. Hermione is walking towards me, I try to make out her face but she is but a silhouette in the moonlight. She approaches fast and soon she is right next to me I can see very clearly into her mind and I don't like what I'm seeing.

And that's when it happened. Hermione Granger turned to look straight at me.

'Your hair looks longer today,' she commented. My breath caught in my throat. I gathered my hair on my hand self-consciously. I smiled at her, not sure what to say.

'Oi! Hermione, Hurry up!' called Ron. She turned.

'Coming!' I let go of my hair

'Oh! She said as she turned back to me, I must have seen wrong.' She ran off. She was on to me. But that didn't bother me now. A strange thing was happening. A new world seemed to open for me. Thoughts I was never able to access before. Thoughts about ... me. They weren't all nice, but they were there, they notice I'm there.

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