White Horse With The Black Soul

"Julie WAKE UP!" The familiar voice jolted me out of my dreams and into our dorm at Hogwarts. Angelina's face was the first I saw. She stood over me with panic in her eyes while the three other girls in our dorm were quickly bustling around, trying to get changed as fast as they could. "What's going on?” I moaned as I sat up in the bed, “Another dorm expection?" 

"No! You-know-who is coming HERE for Harry!" She threw her hands up in the air and dashed over to her wardrobe. Voldemort's coming here?  "Draco." I spit through my teeth and flung off the covers, almost leaping out of bed. That betraying, vile blonde snake! My thoughts raged in my head as I ripped open the wardrobe nearly smacking a nearby dressing girl in the process and tore out some clothing, then swiftly yanked them on to my body. 

That boy! Charming his way into my heart, making me believe he wasn’t the ass everyone said he was! Then I get kidnapped and am almost killed because of his failure to carry out his order to murder Dumbledore! 

Now fully dressed, I slammed back down onto my creaking bed, reaching behind to grab the narrow box that held my wand. Bringing it up, I flung open the lid and grasped the cherry wood. It responded to my anger with a tingle, almost shivering with excitement. 

Now to show Draco that if you mess with the bull, I gazed at my wand, twirling it in my hand. You get the horns.

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The tension in the air was indescribable. Everything and everyone was moving so fast with panic, the students, the paintings, even the ghosts. I padded down the stone stairs, dodging around people who would do the same to me, just trying to get where they needed to in this mess. At the bottom of the stairs, I stopped. Realizing I didn’t actually know where Draco was. I groaned. The hallways where already crowded with students, but Draco’s blonde hair would stick out like a sore thumb. My hope returned as scanned the bustling corridor. Blonde, blonde, blonde fucking hair- “Ow.” I muttered as someone slammed into my shoulder breaking my concentration. 

“Sorry! Wait, Julie?” I turned to the blue eyed boy-who-lived. I was a little surprised by his presence. Wasn’t he suppose to be fighting Voldemort?

“Harry? What are you doing--” 

“Julie your in Ravenclaw right? You know the diadem right? I mean, what it looks like?” He asked, his face tightened with impatience. 

“I..Uh, yeah” I stuttered a bit, but quickly composed myself again. I did know the Ravenclaw diadem. “I do know it. We learned about it in history--”

“Good, follow me.” He cut me off once again then started down a darkened hallway. Don’t lose him Julie. Where Harry is, Draco will be too. “Wait!” I yelled then sprinted off after him. Harry’s stride was one of a determined man on a mission, so I had to take up jogging just to keep up.

He lead me through the corridors, knowing exactly where he was going. With each turn of a corner less and less people inhabited the space. Then, we happened upon a dead end. A wall with no door or entrance of any sort. I sighed and looked out the window. They put up a shield spell... over the entire school campus?! The yellowing orange of the attacking hits sprawled over the night sky like rain hitting a puddle. And it seemed to be growing weaker.

“Julie..Julie!” Harry took hold of my hand and yanked me away from the glass. We were once again facing the wall.

“Harry, what are we doing here..” I asked looking over to the boy that now held my hand. Harry had his eyes closed and was breathing deeply through his nose. When I turned back to the stone wall, it was replaced by a whole new setting. A dark room with piles among piles of objects. Harry let go of my hand and left me gaping at our surroundings. It was almost pathetic how astonished I would get over simple magic.