I believe you,

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(Dawn's P.O.V)

I got to the Common Room with Cat and everyone looked at me "Spending time with Potter, haven't you Michealson?" said Pansy to me. "Leave her alone, Pig-Face," growled Cat but I shook my head at her and left the Common Room, tears stinging in the back of my eyes...Yeah, one little word like that, yep that'll set me off right away...Go ahead and call me a cry baby but I seriously don't care what did confuse me is that when Parkison said that my heart broke and I wanted to punch her badly yelling to her not to insult Harry...I don't know why though.

I was sitting in a corridor with my wand in one hand making flowers erupt from it making them twirl in the air flying in different colors with different colored bubbles making me smile, I would do this to make me feel better, I was giggling at the sight of these colorful magical things erupting from my wand, from me, I was always fascinated how I could do things that were so small but so fascinating with fantasy all at once. "Dawn?" said a voice making me stop giggling and look up to see Ron Weasley, the Perfect of Gryffindor this year, but also my friend, at least I think he's my friend... I wave to Ron hello "Are you okay?" said Ron, walking over to me, I do a spell that is N.E.W.T standerd, I know, I read a lot what do you expect?

Anyways, I wrote this:

I don't know, Parkison said something about spending time with Harry and I just burst into tears and ran out of there...I don't know why I ran out, I just did... I don't even know why it hurt this much I wrote in midair and Ron's eyes widen for a second I could do this spell and then went back to his original state and smiled lightly to me "Come on, I'll let you into the Common Room, Harry would like to see you." Said Ron I nodded and he helped me up and I stood up and flatten down my black skirt and followed Ron to their portage "Mr. Weasley, why is a Slytherin with you?" said the portage.

"She's not just any Slytherin, she's nothing like one either, her mother was Black's twin and was the good one. Dumbledore told me she is allowed in Gryffindor Common Room since she's sweet and kind and is good friends with me, Hermione, and Harry." explained Ron and the portage smiled at me "You look exactly like your mother, but your in the same house as your father." Said the portage "Thank you," I sigh, Ron explained why I sign languid, well what he knew, and the portage smiled at me sadly. "You two may enter," she said and opened up and we heard Harry yell "....I'll have a go at anyone who calls me a liar," I sigh and me and Harry hurry in "Hey, what's going on?" said Ron standing between the two boys as I stood behind Ron like a child who has been yelled at their mother.

"Yeah, he's mad that's whats going on!" said a boy with a irish accisent, "do you believe the rubbish about You-Know-Who?" "Yeah, I do does anybody else have a problem with Harry?" said Ron everyone was silent and I look over to Harry he ran upstairs and Ron went to go after him but I stopped him "I'll go, you stay down here," I sigh Ron was confused "She said to stay down here, she's going," said a girl I knew named was Lavender, me and her were partners once, I smiled greatfully at her and she smiled back and I rush up the boys staircase and walked by a room only to see Harry in a mirro trying to take off his tie "Harry," I sigh he stopped, seeing me in the mirror, and looked back at me I walk up to him and grab my wand and turn my back to him and write in midair:

If you fuss with that more, you'll probably choke,

Harry chuckled and I turn to him, putting my wand on his bedside table and untieing his tie for him and sat him on his bed sitting next to him, holding my wand now. And I wrote in midair again:

That irish boy is an idiot, the Minister is an moron, I think everything in the Daily Prophet is fake anyways.

"Seems like your the only one," muttered Harry I made the words in midair go away and wrote again:

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