"Will you go?" He asked her later in the common room.

Eliza glanced at Harry, who was doing his best at his Potions essay, and sighed.

Truthfully, she wasn't sure what to do. Harry knew far more and he used them for real. Eliza only used them in training and she wasn't even sure that counted as something.

However, when the break came around, she was intending to go and offer moral support to Harry. Unfortunately, Snape saw her when she was walking downstairs and dragged her into his office.

"Next week we will begin our real training. I expect you to show me what you studied these passing weeks. You did study, I suppose?" He asked, raising one eyebrow as if waiting for her to say no.

"I did." She responded. "I learned everything."

"Let's say I believe you. If you haven't, you will suffer not me."

Was that a threat? Eliza wasn't sure so she took it as an advice.

After that Hogsmeade visit, school became more of a well structured prison. They had no right to have fun if it wasn't carefully monitored by the High Inquisitor.

"Is it even legal, what she's doing?" Eliza asked during their walk to the dungeons.

Hermione sighed, "Unfortunately, she made it legal."

Eliza scoffed. Once they got into the cold halls of the dungeons she noticed the blond and his friends right away. They were mocking Harry and the rest and for once, Eliza felt like she wanted to punish Malfoy. Her fingers were twitching but luckily Snape opened the door and they got in.

Umbridge was there, taking notes in the back. Just like she expected, the pink buffoon was glancing suspiciously at both her and Harry. One of them was surprisingly talented at Potions.

"Miss Molley, I see that you have a perfect Potion and are working with a Slytherin. Does it happen in every class?" Umbridge asked in that falsely sweet voice of hers.

"Yes. Every Potions class." Eliza emphasized that just so the toad like woman wouldn't misunderstand.

"She's gifted in Po-ow."

Blaise glowered at the cauldron when she stepped on his foot. Umbridge raised an eyebrow and went along to Pansy Parkinson.

After the class was over, Seamus found it funny to mock her about her partnership with Zabini.

"If I didn't know better I'd say he fancies you." He joked during dinner.

Eliza glared at him before she glared at Ron who was chuckling across Hermione. Then, her sight lowered to Harry's hand. There, faint but still easily recognizable was a wound that looked like someone's imprinted something, deep in the flesh.

Eliza didn't open that subject for the next week or so. The weather was getting colder and as the days passed by, the sky was getting darker. The Quidditch team had training and Eliza waited in the common room for Harry.

She waited until Ron went to bed before she walked to the glasses boy.

"I saw your hand. Detention certainly became evil." Eliza started bluntly.

It wasn't a surprise for Harry to have her suddenly speak to him after weeks of silence. She bluntly avoided him for half a year when she came to Hogwarts.

"It's nothing. I'm not going to tell McGonagall about it." He said quickly, thinking that she might start nagging him.

"I wouldn't recommend going to McGonagall about it. It would create unnecessary fuss." Eliza responded as if it was nothing.

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