Chapter Four~ DADA

                                    

                                          
As the days passed some (well to be truthful most) found Sarah to be strange, but beautiful, and decided to avoid her. 
                          
However, Sarah refused to allow them to bother her. After all it was for Harry Potter that she had come back to Hogwarts most others were beneath her notice. Gods! She hated it when she began to sound like a typical Fae. Sarah shook her head as she tried to focus on what was important such as the fact that Serious Black had escaped from AzKaban and he was innocent. 
                          
He would come to Hogwarts, he would be caught by his jailers, and then sent back to his cell. 
                          
That is if she did not intercede, which she would, of course do. Sarah had grown used to watching life from the shadows. After living for so long she had decided that it hurt too much to make friends with mortals to just leave them before they realized she did not age. It was a lonely life and at some moments Sarah understood why the troublesome Fae known as the Goblin King had tried to trap her within his kingdom. 
                          
Though it would not justify his actions and it would not stop him from haunting her. 
                          
The question at hand was how to help Padfoot without actually speaking with him, she did not want to remember the happy time she had spent with him and the others. She found that it hurt to think back on the days she had spent in joy. It made it all the more clear that they were gone and she could not get them back. They were not worth thinking on.  
                          
An idea began to form within her mind as an orange and very fluffy cat rubbed against her legs. 
                          
"Hello Crookshanks. How would you like to help me and put fate into motion?" Cats were very wise (though very selfish) creatures that, if asked the right way, would help; most of the time at least. Other times they would take bribes and even accept future favors. Cats loved to have people indebted to them, it made them feel powerful.
                          
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As she waited in the line with Hermione Sarah laughed with the others, but a fear had settled into the pit of her stomach. 
                          
What was it she feared? Being taken back to the labyrinth perhaps, but the labyrinth itself was not horribly bad. Its master however was not exactly good, but then none of the Fae were. Thinking back upon her night mares she shivered at being forced to dance, of having her memory taken, and not being able to remember anything. 
                          
Only he had the power to take her memories but the Goblin King, and if rumors were to be true the future HIGH King of the Fae, still did not know about her family tree. 
                          
If he were to discover that the mere fact that Fae blood flowed within her it would mean he would have power over her as High King; Sarah had no doubt within her that he would take her back to the Underground before she could utter the words 'You have no power over me' which of course would then be a lie. 
                          
He held much power over her as her King, and at the simple fact that she feared him.
                          
Fear becomes power. 
                          
When it was her turn the boggart watched her warily for a moment and then transformed-into a Fae King with mismatched eyes. 
                          
The Goblin King smiled cruelly and then laughed. 
                          
The same as the laugher that she heard every night right before she awoke to an empty bed and the worried looks of her roommates.
                          
"Riddikulus." She says with a shaky voice and the creature turned from the Goblin King to a barn owl. The class laughed as the owl flew into the wardrobe mirror. Sarah, however, simply paled and headed to the back of the classroom.