I had sense. A sense of familiarity. It was happening again. I was, once again, in a field. I was standing away from what I knew now to be a dementor. Harry was telling me that I needed my wand. Hermione was agreeing with him. They were calling Holley. Ron looked too scared to move. I told them, “No. I don’t need my wand. Epecto patronum!” A Shining silver phoenix erupted out of midair. Then, the dream changed. I was suddenly aware of the throbbing in my head. It was excruciating pain. I opened my eyes to reveal a small, confined space with little light. I looked down at my body. My arm was twisted in an awkward direction. I tried to move it, but it hurt too much. Then, I heard screams echo from rooms above. The shrieks shot through me like physical pain. Then, I heard a cold, high pitched voice. Terror washed over me.
“No, not her,” I said helplessly.

I woke up, drenched in sweat. Moonlight was pouring through the window, but my vision was obscured by a group of startled looking girls. The only two in this group that I knew were Hermione and Ginny.

*Yes I know Ginny‘s not in their dorm, but I want her to be there. Savvy? He he I love potc (pirates of the Caribbean) Not as much as HP(Harry Potter) of course.*

Everyone began asking me things like, “Are you ok?”, or “I was so worried, you were shaking and moaning and oh my are you alright?”
“I’m fine. I just had a bad dream, that’s all.”
“Are you sure?” asked Ginny.
“I’m positive. There’s nothing wrong with me. Go back to bed.”
They all went, although they did it quite reluctantly. I layed awake for some time. I finally drifted off to sleep after convincing myself that it really was only a nightmare.
I woke up the next morning to find Hermione already dressed on the edge of my bed.
“Hermione, I promise you I am ok. Now get off so I can get dressed.”
Hermione got off and I showered and dressed and all that. For some reason my hair had decided to turn pink without my knowledge. Ugh. Pink sucks. I turned it back to it’s normal blonde color.
“Ready to go?” I asked Hermione. Everyone else was still asleep. We still had an hour before we had to leave, but we were already up.
“Oh, right,” said Hermione. I’m going to stay up here for a while, so you go down to breakfast without me.”
“Um, ok,” I said. Hermione’s voice was shaky. She acted like she was hiding something. I shrugged it off and started to go down to the common room, but I decided to go to the boys’ dorm instead. I went to find Nate. He was still asleep. I guess I’ll let him sleep I thought. The only one down there was Harry.
“Where’s Hermione? I thought she’d be with you,” he said.
“She said she was going to stay up there for a while,” I told him.
“Yeah, Ron said he’d be up there too,” said Harry.
“Woah. I don’t think I want to know what they’re doing.”
He laughed and said, “Let’s get some breakfast.”
On the way there we met up with Malfoy.
“Oi, Potter! You’d better keep a safe distance from her. She’s mine.”
I was trying to hold my anger in. All of it ended in my hair turning bright red. Harry and Malfoy looked at me with surprise. I grabbed Harry’s arm and continued on towards the entrance hall.
“You’re a metamorphagus?” he asked.
“Yeah.”
“But you’re a muggleborn? That’s really unusual,” he said.
“I suppose.”
I didn’t want Harry to find out about any of my other powers just yet, so I continued to stare at my black painted fingernails. Soon after, Ron and Hermione came in looking very flustered.
“So, are you guys going to tell us the details of your sexcapades?” I asked.
Harry laughed and Hermione turned pink and said, “Ron and I haven’t been on any sexcapades.”
“Yeah,” said Ron.
“Ok, Ok. Don’t share,” I said.
We all had a very enjoyable breakfast. Then we went off to the first class. Double divination. At my old school I always sucked at this. I didn’t really care about what a ball full of fog said about my future.
When Harry, Ron and I finally got there, there was no door.
“How the hell are we supposed to get in?’ I asked.
Right after, a shining silver ladder emerged from the ceiling .
“I guess that’s how,” I said.
We climbed the ladder and once we got in that room, I nearly suffocated. The air was heavily scented with an overdose of perfume. It didn’t help that there was a blazing fire. Harry, Ron and I chose a table nearest to the window. In the middle of this table, was a vase full of flowers.
“Hello, class,” said a misty voice.
I looked up to see a tall, thin woman covered in shawls. Her eyes were magnified ten times by a pair of huge glasses. Her hair was frazzled and unnecessarily poofy.
“For the few of you who don’t know, my name is Professor Trelawney.”
I sort of, stopped listening after that introduction. Apparently, so did Harry and Ron. When Professor Trelawney said, “Get to work.”, we all had to copy what everyone else was doing. Apparently, we were supposed to read flowers. That was what everyone else looked like they were doing anyway. I looked through my divination book and found a few pages on well, reading flowers. You were supposed to grab a flower, turn it around in your hands three times, then someone would read your flower by looking at the symbols in the petals. These flowers were supposed to determine your future.
“What the bloody hell is this?” asked Ron.
“No idea, mate,” said Harry.
“This class sucks,” I said. “But we do have to finish this thing.”
“I guess you’re right,” said Harry.
SO we were bored for hours doing this. Finally we were dismissed. We headed to our next class, Defense Against The Dark Arts.
We met Hermione there. When we arrived we found a seat in the back, despite Hermione’s constant debates. As soon as we sat down, my ears met a sickly sweet voice.
“Good morning, children,” said a squat, toad like woman. My eyes had to adjust to her attire. Everything she wore, from the long skirt to the bow in her hair, was a shocking shade of pink.
A smile spread across her wide, ugly face.
Okay, first of all, why was she speaking to us as if we were five years old? Second, what kind of person would want to wear that much pink?

She started off by saying that Voldemort wasn’t really back and basically called Harry a liar. Of course he got mad.
“I’m not lying! He’s back, I saw him!”
I, for once, held my tongue. Harry was sentenced to detention with the old toad.
After the detention, Harry was back in the common room he was still fuming.
Hermione said, “Harry, what’s that?” while pointing to his hand.
“It’s nothing,” he said dismissively.
“No , it’s not,” I said. I grabbed his hand. There was blood. But there was also words: I must not tell lies. I remembered a friend from my old school talking about his old punishments from Texas. He said when they wrote lines, they had to use special quills that cut into the back of your hand when you wrote. He still had scars.
“Harry,” I said. “You‘ve got to tell someone.”
“No, I don’t.” he said brusquely
“I’m only trying to help you.”
“Well you’re not, Lola. This is not helping. This is the thing I hate about you. Can’t you just leave me alone?”
“Fine. Next time you get hurt, I just won’t be around.”
I went upstairs.

*Harry‘s Point Of View*
As soon as I’d said it, I knew I shouldn't have. It was a lie. I didn’t hate her. It didn’t help that Ron and Hermione kept staring at me. I went up to bed.