𝐏𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐟 𝐎𝐮𝐫 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬

𝐆𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐬, 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐰𝐬 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬?!

Lilliana's POV

I rush through the deserted halls as fast as my legs could bring me, the sound of my heart beating is louder than my footsteps. I'm going to be late for transfigurations, again, for the third time this week.

Since professor MacGonagall has taken up the role of being the new headmistress, we have gotten a new transfiguration teacher. But sadly, the new professor, Mrs. Foster, is almost as strict as Snape and MacGonagall combined.

I curse under my breath as I reach the classroom, the lesson has already started. I take a deep breath, trying to regulate my breathing. Putting my hand on the doorknob, I reluctantly turn it, opening the door and entering the classroom. Professor Foster turns to look it at me, irritation evident on her face. She's a tall elderly woman with brown hair, that's almost always put up in a bun, and owl-ish pale yellow eyes, that can practically see right through your soul.

"Nice of you to finally join us Miss Potter." She addressees, staring at me with a disapproving look.

"Sorry professor," I mumble as I make my way to my seat beside Hermione.

Professor Foster tuts at me and walks over to my sharing desk with Hermione. She places her hands on my desk, practically commanding me to look up at her.

Before she could even open her mouth to tell me off, an all too familiar noise surprised the entire class.

Growl

Professor Foster turns around to find the source of the rude growl. The entire class looked just as confused. I look around thankfully in search of the same noise that have saved me last week as well.

The transfiguration professor clears her throat as she makes her way to the front of the class. "Don't be late again Miss Potter. Now, as I was saying..." She continued on with the lesson.

I sigh as I take out my notebook, mentally preparing myself to write a three page essay. I couldn't help but feel watched, I ignore it at first but it was quite distracting.

I turn around to found a pair of intense glowing grey eyes watching me. Glowing? I stare back at him, only to have him to smirk at me and look away. I shake my head, as if to clear my thoughts as I look back to my notes. There's no way his eyes were glowing, right?

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I make my way to the Gryffindor table at the Great Hall for lunch. I greet a few of my friends before taking a seat next to Ginny. "I heard you almost got detention today," she stated bluntly.

Apparently people had nothing better to talk about, since the rumor of this mysterious incident in Transfiguration has already spread, faster than wildfire. Many people had their own theories, but I couldn't even be bothered to find out what they were. Instead, I couldn't get the image of a specific pair of beautiful glowing grey eyes out of my mind. I must be going crazy.

"Yes," I mumble, too distracted by the food to answer her properly. I hadn't eaten breakfast or dinner the night before and, despite not having an appetite to eat, my stomach was about to eat itself out.

I pile me plate with some food before striking up a conversation about Quidditch with Ginny.

"You're going play this year right? Mione said that eight years are still allowed to play." Ginny told me. I reached out for my glass of pumpkin juice as I answered her question.

"Of course I'm playing, someone has to keep up the Potter's legacy in best Quidditch players." I say with a smirk before taking a gulp of pumpkin juice. Ginny laughs at my cocky statement.

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I walk out the library after a long homework session. Hermione and I usually study together, it's just Hermione who studies while stare at my homework in despair really, but Hermione couldn't make it today due to her head girl duties.

I roll my eyes as I walk down the hall, everyone else was probably in their common rooms relaxing before dinner. I turned a corner but before I even had the time to blink I was roughly pushed against the wall, my bag and books falling out of my hands.

I groan in pain as my head hits the wall with a loud thud. Great, that'll probably leave a bruise.

I look up to meet the cold lust filled eyes of none other than Zacharias Smith. Well, now I'm definitely fucked.

"Let me go, Smith!" I shout as he painfully tightened his grip on my wrists. His eyes were dilated, giving him a sort of crazy madman look.

"I missed you," he whispered into my ear. A cold shiver ran down my spine, I was definitely fucked up. Smith brought his body impossibly closer to mine. I felt myself unable to move, I wasn't sure if it was the fear or if Smith had put a spell on me.

"Get your shitty hands off her, Smith!"

I turned my head upon hearing the all too familiar voice that belonged to Draco Malfoy, I was both relieved and terrified at the same time. Smith pinned my hands tigher above my head, causing me shut my eyes in pain.

"And why would I do that, Malfoy?"

I waited for a snarky response from the Slytherin boy but instead, within seconds, I felt my hands being freed. I cautiously opened my eyes and gasped at the sight before me.

Smith was lying unconsciously on the floor, his head bleeding profusely. Draco was standing over his body, his eyes almost completely white, sharp bloody claws on his hands, but what really caught my attention was the large pure white wings that seemed to have sprouted out of his back.

I blinked a few times, unsure of whether this was real or just a figment of my imagination. I stood there, my feet rooted to the ground as I watched Draco stare at Smith's unconscious figure with, what could only be described as, pure hatred.

Draco slowly turned towards and I fell as though I suddenly couldn't breathe. His eyes were in fact glowing. He walked over towards me and without even thinking I stumbled backwards, my back hitting the wall. Draco frowned as he sniffed me. What the hell is he doing?!

Before Draco could take another step forward, a booming voice shocked us both.

"Mr Malfoy! What are you doing?!"