"Malfoy siblings are the new teenage heartthrob." Ron picked up his newspaper the next morning and spoke in disbelief, staring down at a moving image of me and Draco with our parents.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "You're not at all like your brother, Ida. I hope you don't mind me saying that." She said quickly.

"No no, not at all." I giggled. "Mum tells him all the time. I'm rather good at being... you know - subtle."

"Harry, are you okay?" I turned to Harry as he sat rather silent, staring at an object in his hands.

"I'm - great, thanks. How are you?" He replied, putting on a darkly enthusiastic voice.

We looked at each other in surprise.

"No, I - I just was asking because you know..."

"Oh... err - sort of, sort of got carried away you know..." he replied.

"Hermione come and help me get my wand fixed for Quidditch." Ron and Hermione got up.

"Ron I'm telling you, you can't do anything with that broken wand of yours. Fix it before you kill someone." As their voices faded out, I turned to Harry who was playing with his fork and plate.

My shaky hand reached up to his which was resting on the table.

He looked up shockingly, at the touch of my warm fingers.

"I'm - I'm alright."

"I didn't ask." I said quietly, staring at him with a beautiful, soft gaze in which our eyes locked for a few minutes or so."

He blinked away after a while.

"I'm, going to Dumbledore, want to come?" Harry asked, changing the subject.

"Sure." I said, still not breaking eye contact.

"Okay, let's go then." He said.

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"Harry?"

"Yes?"

I sighed heavily. "Er, if you don't mind me asking..."

"Go on."

"Do you have dreams about Voldemort?" I asked timidly.

Harry stopped in his tracks and turned to his right to look at me.

I began to get nervous at his shocked state. He managed to play it down to an uncomfortable laugh.

"Well, so far - I've had a couple and..."

"And?"

"And yeah, not very pleasant I have to admit." He laughed again, slightly flattered.

I giggled. We both looked down and I began to fiddle with the tatty bit of my inner robe pocket.

"How long've you known the others for?"

"A long time, same as your brother."

"Ahh, I've heard a lot about you."

He looked up again, this time with a naughty gleam.

"The good things of course!" I burst out into endless laughter at his serious face.

"Ahaha! Don't worry. Draco hasn't been feeding me wrong information. Because I know you're a nice person on the inside." I said soothingly, which made his cheeks press inwards with shyness and a cute way of saying 'thanks. I know.'

"So, how are mum and dad." Harry said, after a good few minutes of tiny snuffles of laughter.

My smile faded.

"Good." I said quickly.

"Pressuring you for exams?"

"Course." I said, my smile returning.

Suddenly, the door of Dumbledore's grand office appeared in front of us rather quickly.

We both tilted our heads in disappointment as we looked up to see the very top of the engravements carved into his door.

"I'll get going then." I said, turning to go.

He nodded. "Oh uh - Ida?"

"Yeah?" I said, quickly turning round to face him.

"Do you want to - to go to Hogsmeade with the others at break?"

"I'd love to." I said excitedly.

He smiled and Dumbledore's face appeared.

I took off my smile and walked away.

"Beautiful isn't she? Rather rare piece of work, she is." Dumbledore said.

"Yeah." Harry said, lost in his thoughts with a grin. "Course."

"That's why we called her Ivy."

Harry broke out of his trance and realized Dumbledore was now stroking a fragile, tamed pixie who was clung onto his arm.

"Oh, right." He conjured up a smile.

"Well my boy. What brings you here?" Dumbledore asked while nurturing the creature on his arm.

"Professor, I was just wondering - what could these dreams of Voldemort symbolize?"

"Conceptions." He said quietly.

Harry looked confused. "Of what?"

"Of reality." Dumbledore finished off.

"You see Harry, you were far too young when you witnessed the bitter truth which was essentially the reality. The reality of your parents' death." He said smoothly.

Harry looked down at the floor.

"But - why couldn't they just be called memories? Surely I can't remember these events from when I was a baby."

"That is exactly why these are conceptions. Foul little menaces; playing games with reality and hopes. They mix it up, all of it. Your dreams, your hopes, your relations and - your past."

His eyes widened.

"Take a look at Ida for example."

Harry's face jerked up.

"What's wrong with her past?"

"She is a part of the Malfoys. The girl has high ambitions, high dreams, but her past? Her past may create hurdles for her in the future."

Harry looked worried.

"What do you mean?"

"Think about it this way: there is a reason your parents sacrificed what they did for you. For justice, for victory. Of their son. The Malfoys will leave no trace of failure for their future generations to shame them with." Dumbledore gave an exquisite smile and vanished away, leaving Harry pondering over his riddle-like responses.

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"Professor Snape wants to meet us immediately. Let's go." Draco was rushing to his office when he pulled me along.

"But why?"

"You ask too many questions! Just go along with it."

"Huh?"

"Just shut up and come on!"

"Alright alright, hold your horses." I stared at a mirror and patted down my uneven hair.

As we approached Snape's office, Draco gulped.

"Go on then." I urged him.

He knocked.

Snape's face appeared in the doorway in less than a second.

"Come in." He said deeply, looking either way in the corridor.

"What brings us here?" I asked him.

"Your parents."

I glanced at Draco but he just sat there looking at the sand timer which was placed on Snape's desk.

"Your parents are displeased about your current house. They wish to change but it is impossible to break the magical rules which they must understand, however it is possible for you to make more contact with the Slytherins." He whispered.

Me and Draco exchanged looks.

"So... how then?"

"Mind. Your attitude, Draco." Snape said, piercing his eyes with his spear like pupils.

"What I'm going to tell you must remain between these four walls. It is crucial that you do not share this valid information with anyone. Especially you, Ida. No Granger, no Potter and no Weasley." Snape tipped his finger side to side.

I nodded, feeling like I was being untruthful.

"Now listen......"