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"For we are both works of art that the artists merely never finished painting."

Tears threatened to trickle down my face as I tripped over an oddly placed rock. I went to protect my head from the ground below, but instead of landing in the grass, I collided with the same cement floor I kept returning to.

Welcome back, Ava...

"What do you want?" I spat with a voice full of displeasure. Lifting myself from the cement, I caught my balance and glanced around the empty room. I laid eyes on the same ghost-like man from before, except his form was a bit more profound.

Take a seat...

The man waved his arm and directly in front of me, an emerald green lounge chair appeared. I eyed him cautiously before approaching the chair, never turning my back.

"What do you want?" I repeated once more, less hostile than the first time.

I merely wanted to discuss some rather — urgent matters... For one, you're no longer wearing your ring. But no matter, you will soon enough.

"I'm never putting your filthy, mind-altering ring on again!" I could feel my blood beginning to boil, infuriated by how much I still didn't understand. "Before you know, I'll be able to find out whatever dark magic you've placed on it!"

The man merely chuckled.

My dear girl, you'll never find that type of magic at Hogwarts. It will not benefit you — but I have information that will benefit you...

"What could you possibly know that I don't?" I glanced down at my hands and started fidgeting with my fingers, twisting them around one another.

It is about your brother...

I raised my head to face him, who was now standing directly in front of me. Skeptically, I glared at the man. "He's no longer my brother," I muttered. "His actions do not matter."

He's planning to prove that Draco Malfoy is the Slytherin Heir... him and his friends are planning to sneak into the Slytherin common room... My dear girl, this does matter to you.

"You murdered my parents!" I spat, standing up from the chair. "Anything you tell me is worthless! You're nothing but a cold-blooded murderer!" I went to shove the man, but ended up falling right through his body. He cursed my entire future and expects me to get along with him!

The man tutted and bent down beside me, lowering his head to my level. He sent me a lopsided smile, seemingly to become less threatening.

We are more alike then you'd want to believe...

"No we aren't!" Once more, I dove at him and swung my fist, but to no avail. The only thing my fist met was the not so comforting cement floor. I screamed as more tears fell, closing my eyes and rubbing my fist. "You are EVIL and VILE. I will never be like you!"

Young girl, you will soon learn that evil is in the eye of the beholder. Just like beauty. For we are both works of art that the artists merely never finished painting.

I didn't respond, but rather continued to let silent tears fall.

I didn't know my parents either. My father was a muggle and my mother died before I could meet her. I grew up in an orphanage, away from the Wizarding world. Dumbledore is the one who rescued me from that pitiful place...

"You were close with Dumbledore?"

He isn't the man you'd imagine.

"You're lying," I cried once more. "You're a pureblood! You couldn't have had a muggle father!" I crossed my legs on the floor and rested my hands in my lap while the man sat beside me laughing gently.

I'd tell you more, but there's something you must do for me now...

The man seemed more human this time around. More caring. More understanding... Too many thoughts were wandering through my head for me to correlate and answer.

If you help me, I'll tell you how your brother plans on sneaking into the Slytherin common room...

"What is it," I muttered, not bringing myself to look at him. It pained me to help him, but maybe if I did, I'd learn more about his motives and help myself in the process. I will not let Harry use me again.

There's a journal I need you to grab from a certain Gryffindor girl... get that for me and more will be clear.

"And how do you expect me to steal this journal?"

This will be the first part of unlocking your true potential. Go to the Gryffindor common room with the intent of getting in.

"You're crazy if you think anyone will let me in!"

Just trust me...

With that, the world around me slowly began to fade away. I reached my arms out, attempting to hold onto but to no avail. Before I knew it, I was laying on the grass of the Hogwarts courtyard with Blaise and Leah on either side of me.

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"You mean to tell us that you-know-who wants you to do his bidding?" Leah, Blaise and I sat in the girls dormitories, slumped against the walls. "You're crazy Ava! Nothing good will ever come out of this!"

I sighed, leaning my head into my fists. "I know, but he said something about unlocking my true potential. Leah, according to him I'm capable of way more then what was originally believed!"

"Ava," Blaise started, seemingly deep in thought. "This is VOLDEMORT we're talking about. You know — a master manipulator? What if he's just using you to bring him back?"

"All he wants is a book! What's the worst that could happen?"

Leah and Blaise both glanced towards each other and sighed. "He's capable of way more then you seem to believe," Blaise said, glancing down between his legs.

Leah nodded with a slight frown, rubbing his back in a comforting manor. "Ava, take our words for it. Our families grew up, drinking off of his empty promises. Everything he says is made to manipulate the mind!"

I stared down at my feet and sighed. Maybe tomorrow will light a new path for me... the right one.

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