The Dark Lords Daughter *completed*

Detention with Hagrid

The next couple of months breezed by, the snow melted and spring bloomed in the school grounds. Grace pranced around on the fresh grass in her paddock and everyone was wearing a lot less layers. However the biggest difference for me was Harry, after my word with Dumbledore. He hadn't returned to the room with the mirror and was back to his old self.

Walking along the corridor away from our potions lesson he laughed along with our group. I smiled watching his vibrant nature, having returned full force. We made our way across the courtyard near the barn and stopped to sit next to the paddock fence. Grace whinnied and trotted over. I giggled as she leant over the fence to nuzzle my hair and I stroked her nose affectionately. Looking round the group I sighed. Hermione sat her nose in a book, Seamus, sat leaning back on his hands enjoying the sun. Ron and Neville sat talking animatedly about their latest flying lesson. Turning to Harry I found him looking at me. He smiled having been caught and I returned it, blushing a scarlet red. That was another thing that had changed. My ability to stay one colour around him. After my encounter with Oliver at Christmas, I hadn't seen much of him, quick hello's in the common room and glances at meals and that was it. I had tried to talk to him, ask him if I'd upset him or if he was angry at me, but he simply brushed off my questions and said "I'm fine." I sighed looking down at my left wrist, the golden bracelet gleamed at me in the springtime sun. I did miss him. I was distracted however by a frustrated growl from Hermione.

"Nothing!" She cried slamming the book closed in her lap. Seamus jumped from the noise and looked at her like shed grown a second head.

"You alright, Hermione?" Harry asked cautiously, I chuckled quietly.

"No!" She replied, "I don't know how many books I have read and not a single one has even a mention of Nicholas Flamel!" She grimaced as she said the name, falling back into the grass in defeat. That was one thing that hadn't changed. Hermione's insistence in finding out about the illusive Flamel, seemed to grow with each book she read.

"Maybe we can visit the library again? Take another look at the famous wizard catagory?" I offered seeing her lift her head in thought.

"Not again!" Ron whined. "We must have looked a hundred times and found nothing." He too flopped backwards mirroring Hermione's position. I sighed, he was right.

"Oh come on Ron. Just one more look." Harry pleaded, "Who's in?" Silence.

"I am." I said raising my hand.

"Me too." Hermione added, I looked over at the three boys. Seamus looked panicked.

"Umm...Eh..." He stumbled, he looked down at his watch and gasped quickly. "Gee whizz is that the time? We better be going! Come on Neville." He jumped to his feet and the two boys ran quickly away.

"Deserters!" I shouted after them laughing.

"Well Ron?" Harry asked, leaning towards his friend.

"Oh...fine." The red-head sighed. "But I'm telling you we won't find anything."

Later that afternoon, me, Harry and Ron sat at a table, in one of the aisles of the library. Flicking through a famous wizards book, I giggled.

"Hey look, Harry. It's you!" I laughed, turning the book around and pointing to the title of the page. "Harry Potter" It read, he huffed and turned back to his own book.

"Let have a look!" Ron exclaimed clambering over a chair to grab hold of the book. I let him have it and picked another off the pile next to my, smiling as Ron murmured as he read. I had just begun to skim through my new book when a loud thump shocked me, making me drop it on the floor. Looking over to the maker of the noise my eyes fell to the newly appeared Hermione. In her hands she flicked through the pages of a huge book.