When I left you last, I had a dilemma. Was what Draco and I had simply an infatuation, a crush that was meaningless or was it something that could be wonderful and happy?

I had decided to take a chance and go on the date with Harry. It was difficult to plan at first because we're just a couple of 15 and 16 year olds. Not only that, I live in New Jersey and he's lives across the pond.

But the day came! My grandfather asked us where we wanted to vacation at for the summer before school started up again.

"Anywhere that doesn't involve water!" Vika said from the couch. I guess she feels bad about the tournament still.

"Europe!" Warren smiled.

I looked over at him like a deer in the headlights. I hide my excitement on the inside.

"Yeah, that sounds cool. We could see Mamie and Papal met and visit other places of course." I added.

My grandpa pondered this for a moment.

"A tour of Europe, very intriguing. You know, that's what we're going to do."

I contained my extreme happiness. I finally can see Harry and we can go on our date. I went to my room to pack my things. I called for our owl and attached a letter, telling him of the exciting news. Silverstein jumped up and wrapped himself in a ball on my bed.

"Can you believe it? I get to see him!"

Silverstein looked up and gave me, what looked to be, a smile. I kissed his forehead and continued packing.

When we arrived, I assumed Harry would be waiting. Mercer yanked us along through London, telling us stories of how he once ran through these streets while being chased by Snape and how he once stood atop Big Ben with Rosalie on one of their anniversaries. Vika could tell I was distracted.

"AJ, are you alright?"

I nodded in response, but she kept pressing.

"I supposed you're waiting for Harry."

I turned toward her, horrified. How did she know?

"I bribe Faolan with rats and he lets me read the letters before they are sent away."

"You're lying."

"Of course I am. You're not the only one who can read minds."

I crossed my arms and pouted. I don't know how the heck I forgot. We continued on for a while, a long, long while. After hours of boredom, Faolan landed on my arm. I grabbed the note and continued on.

"I have to go to the restroom." I ran, hoping the note would answer my question.

I unrolled the piece of paper. It gave a time and place. I smiled widely and jammed it into my pocket. When I emerged, Vika had a smile on her face to.

"Shut up." I mouthed to her.

"So, have you thought about how you're going to be able to see him?" Vika questioned.

I was too consumed by what I was going to wear.

"Don't worry. I'll tell granddad that I want to take you out to celebrate your second year at Hogwarts."

"Really? You would do that for me?"

"Yeah, I'll be around so keep you two out of trouble."

"I feel like we have so little to talk about. We've talked all summer." Harry chuckled.

"There are millions of things we can talk about. You've had so many adventures at Hogwarts."

"But I want to hear about you."

The response caught me off guard.

"Well, last year was technically my first year at Hogwarts."

"So, what did you do before then?"

"Um…well, I first came to Hogwarts when I was 11, but my granddad didn't want me to go there. My sister, Vika, already was, but he felt I was different and could be like him. So, I learned magic from him and my Mamie, Lorlicia—she discovered she was a wizard at an early age. She taught my granddad. Anyway, so I learned and learned and eventually, my mom decided that I was safer learning magic at a school. I'm not sure what happened exactly, but here I am."

Harry listened intently. He wanted me to continue.

"I originally was a Ravenclaw, but due to the advanced magic I knew, I was placed in Slytherin. As you know, Snape is the house leader or whatnot, well, our family hates him. He was once engaged to my mom's twin Michelle and my granddad wouldn't have it, so my mom pretended to be her and broke up with him."

"That's a terrible thing to do."

"There's more to the story, but I didn't ever ask."

I hated lying to him. I wanted to tell him everything, how Snape threatened to kill me, how he tried to kill my grandfather, I just couldn't.

We finished our meal and went on a walk on the moonlit streets. Before I knew it, Harry kissed me. I blushed. I was speechless. He was my first dance, now my first kiss! I couldn't believe it. He grabbed my hand and we interlocked fingers. We were now official.

I didn't hear from Harry for the rest of the summer. I felt saddened by this. Was I a fool? I boarded the train and sat with the rest of Slytherin. I leaned against the window and pulled my knees up to my chest.

"Hey, AJ." A familiar voice came from the door.

I didn't look up. Draco entered the cabin. He sat down beside me. I got up, angered.

"How could you! You don't write or answer my letters! I thought you cared about me, Draco!" I started hitting him. I think I was crying, but I remember how angry I was.

Draco grabbed my arms. I collapsed on the floor and he held me in his arms. I don't know how long we stayed like this. He picked me up and we sat together. I fell asleep in his arms. When I awoke, people were exiting the train and I was alone.

We entered Hogwarts and were introduced to the new professors. I had a bad feeling about this year. Our Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher was now Dolores Umbridge. She was not was you would expect.

As the year went on, many people were developing scars on their hands. I was curious about this. I was planning to meet with Mrs. Umbridge when a bunch of Slytherin students were called to her office. We meet individually at first. I was the last person to talk to her.

"Now, Adelaide—"

"AJ. I go by AJ."

"Adelaide, I called you in here because there is mischief afoot. I believe a rebellion is being formed to take down the ministry." She continued on a long speech.

I wasn't listening. Call me Adelaide; see if I listen, bitch. I threw my head back and sighed. I suddenly felt an intense burning sensation. I screamed.

"You're not listening." Mrs. Umbridge said in a sweet voice.

I grabbed my hand and saw what I had seen on so many others. Words, words were being etched into my hand.

"Estás loco? (Are you crazy?)" I screamed at her.

I started performing a reversal spell. This might have made her mad.

"I don't speak Spanish and undoing this is something a student shouldn't do."

More burns began to appear. I couldn't stand it.

"I'll stop if you promise to take down Dumbledore's Army."

What was she blubbering about? I quickly agreed and the pain began to cease.

"Now, wasn't that a nice chat?" She sat in her chair and sipped tea.

I got up and left quickly. I ran into the bathroom and stuck my hand under the faucet. I knew this year was going to be bad. The pain intensified. I looked at my hand. It was swelling. It wouldn't stop hurting. I hated…everything right now. I looked into the mirror.

"What is this army she's talking about?" I said to myself.

Sweat dipped down my face. I balled up my injured hand in a fist. Before I knew it, my fist threw through the mirror. I was so angry. Silverstein ran up to me.

"How did you find me?" I picked him up and he began licking my wound.

"It's fine; I'll take care of it." I put him down and stuck my hand in my pocket. I was late for my next class.

It was Christmas time and my hand had almost completely healed. I walked through the halls and saw Slytherin students marching around, presumably looking for the army. I spied on them. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a door open. Harry was kissing Cho. My heart sank. The Slytherin students ran over to me. They looked down the hall and saw Harry and Cho, but there was no longer any door.

"What did you see?" One shouted in my face.

I didn't answer and when I didn't answer, he punched me in the stomach and ordered the group to take me to Mrs. Umbridge's office. They tossed me down and told her I had seen something relating to the army.

"Adelaide, darling Adelaide, what did you see? What was in the room?" I looked up at her and grinned. I let out a soft chuckle.

"Ir saltar de un puente, perra estúpida. (Go jump off a bridge, you stupid bitch.)"

"We've talked about this before. If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say it at all."

A shooting pain went through my spine. It felt like my spine was being crushed like a soda can. I tried not to scream, but the pain, it wouldn't end. The students looked on, not knowing what to think. Sweat dipped down my face; I don't know how I could stand the pain. I had to stop this madness.

"Cave Inimicum." I cried out.

A protective wall came between her and me. The pain stopped and I gasped for breath. With anger, she started throwing whatever she could at me. The students scurried out of the room. I managed to escape the room, only to enter a hall full of her pictures. Mrs. Umbridge was now the headmistress of Hogwarts. I ran into the Slytherin dorms. I got to the common room before passing out. When I awoke, I was in the same place as before except now, Mrs. Umbridge was standing over me.

I barely could complete the OWL exam. My arms were bandaged from the tip of my fingers to my shoulders; the words were carved in deeper this time, so many words. The pain, it was bearable at times, but I think just for fun, she worsened it for me. Time was running out until the Weasley's interrupted. With Umbridge preoccupied, I ran out of the room. I had to find Draco and I knew exactly where he was. I ran to the Slytherin common room. Draco was sitting there.

"Hurry, come with me." I grabbed him and we ran out of the school.

We joined the flood of students. I kept pulling him along through the crowd. I felt his hand slip through my fingertips. I turned my head and he was gone.

"Draco…." His name escaped my lips in a whisper.

I received a letter from Harry. He explained everything to me. The order, Voldemort, literally, everything. I responded, telling him I understood the danger and I was alright. I accepted that what we had was nothing more than a friendship and I liked it that way.

The train ride home was not the greatest. Again, I was leaving Hogwarts alone and I didn't know where Draco and I stood. I wish I could understand.