𝘼𝙢𝙗𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣

2

The morning after the choosing of the champions, everything seemed to be awful. With the three champions (technically four, but many discounted Harry as one), the school was a buzz of activity. It was filled with mostly Potter hating people. Now, it's kind of sad seeing the boy who lived go from well liked to well hated. And that first morning afterwards that we had school, it was potions with the Gryffindors.

Rosalie was usually my partner, but she was in charms with the Hufflepuffs. And Snape had picked partners for this potion.

"I'll be choosing your partners for this assignment." And the greasy haired man went down the list. "Parkinson and Granger. Potter and [L/N]. Malfoy and Weasley."

And he continued like that. Wait. I was partnered with Harry. How the hell did that happen? Does the universe love me or something? I'll have to tell Rosie about this later. Oh my gosh! I forgot to tell Rosalie who I'm going to use for my ambitious mission project! I'll just have to tell her that at lunch or when I see her next. I trudged over to Harry's table.

All while noticing the way, Ron was giving Harry the cold shoulder for the first part of class. Well, the beginning of class. I didn't know much about Harry, but what I did know was that he didn't like Slytherins. My guess that was because Draco was such an ass to him and his friends. Or perhaps it was that he didn't trust us. Most people didn't trust us.

Most people looked at us and saw evil. A hidden darkness waiting to get through. And only a handful of us found someone who didn't see us that way.

"Hi, Harry." I greeted it.

"Hi." he replied avoiding my gaze.

The ones that show their resentment towards us the most in subtle things are always perfect for this.

"So, we're partnered up?"

"Seems like it."

"Okay."

And we didn't speak to one another for the rest of the lesson. I guess the universe doesn't like me that much.

**

"I can't believe this!" I said beside Rosalie at the Ravenclaw table.

It was officially lunchtime, and I was going to tell dear Rosie everything.

"What happened, [Y/N]?" she asked me.

"I was paired up with Harry for potions because Snape likes to ruin our lives, and we didn't talk for the entire lesson. He kept avoiding my gaze. And when I tried to talk to him, cold shoulder for [Y/N]. Why can't everyone be like you?" I smacked my head against the table.

"Because no one is like me. Plus, why do you care if Harry gives you the cold shoulder?" Rosalie asked me.

"Because he's the one I chose for my Ambition mission." I told her.

I thought her reaction would be very different than the one I got. Instead of her going into hysterics (and probably making everyone look at the pair of us), she was... eerily calm.

"You chose Harry for your project? [Y/N], did you really think that it would be easy? You're trying to prove to everyone that Slytherins aren't evil. That they're different. It's going to be harder and longer than you think." Rosalie said.

"I guess."

Rosalie sighed from beside me. But it kind of look like she was trying to get a stray strand of her black hair out of her face.

"So, you chose Harry for this 'assignment' of yours?" She placed air quotes around assignment.

"Yeah, but he-."

"No, 'But hes' here. You're clever, resourceful, and intelligent. You'll figure it out. You always seem to." Rosalie assured me cutting me off in the process.

Part of me knew she was right. I was somehow intelligent. But it was more of a time management thing than a matter of brains. Maybe that's what made me smart to Rosalie? But that didn't matter. Because she kind of gave me an idea. And I only get good ideas at night in the Astronomy tower.

**

After hours, and I was supposed to be in bed. But I do my best thinking late into the night in the Astronomy tower. I don't know what it is about this place, but it is strangely comforting. Maybe it's because I like stars or that my god-mother is an Astronomer (and I spend a lot of time with her. I don't really know. But what I do know is that while I was writing in my journal with only the moon as a light I knew someone was here.

Maybe it was because the stone steps echoed when you walk. Or the crash of a person falling onto the floor. Or the haunting sound of floor creaking. And ghosts don't have feet and don't walk.

"I know you're there. You can come out now. I won't tell." I said.

An invisible cloak fell off of the person revealing it to be Harry. I had a suspicion it would be him.

"How do I know you're not going to tell?" The raven haired boy asked me.

"You should have thought of that before taking your inviaibility cloak off." I told him.

"I..." he sighed to himself. "You're right." He said.

"You can sit with me if you want. I'm not going to get you in trouble." I told him. He, most likely really reluctantly, sat besides me. "So, what brings you out here?"

"I needed to clear my head."

"About the Tournament?"

"Yeah, I guess. Why are you here?"

"I'm here just thinking. By the way, my name is [Y/N]."

"I know. I'm Harry."

"I know." I guess my give-slytherin-a-good-name isn't so farfetched.