The Diary

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*Chapter 15*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

One week passed since the incident that caused the new trio to get their first and still yet to be served detention. In that week Rhiannon and Will had each gotten their second howler and second detention due to their involvement in the first prank of the school year. Let's just say that when Will woke up the morning after he called her Ann, Rhiannon charmed all of his school robes to glow different iridescent colors. Not that bad, right? Wrong. She went one step further and charmed the back of the robes to say 'Snape's a git.' Of course, Will didn't know that. When they got to Potions that day, Hogwarts's resident Potions Master gave them both a detention, which involved re-cataloguing all of his ingredients. Not an easy task since the last time it was done was when Fred and George Weasley took credit for the prank that was played on the whole of Slytherin house in their seventh year, Harry Potter's fifth.

~Gryffindor Table, Breakfast~

The mail arrived, but Will Weasley did not receive good news. A large barn owl landed in front of the gaping Weasley with a letter from Professor Covington.

Mister Weasley,

You are to serve your detention this evening. You are expected to be present at 6 o'clock in my office. Do not be late.

Professor Kay Covington

Will paled, "My... my detention is tonight."

"Your what?" Thomas asked.

"My detention for ruining Prof. Covington and your dad's conversation last week," he answered.

"Don't worry Will, "Rhiannon said lightly, "Just keep reminding yourself that it can't be worse than detention with Snape."

"Yo...you're right Rhiannon," he told her nervously.

~Professor Covington's Office, 6pm~

Will gently pushed the already open portrait hole, "Hello?"

"Mister Weasley, on time I see. Excellent," Covington said as she gestured Will to sit in the chair in front of her desk, "Do you know what this is?"

Will looked at the object that lay on the Professor's desk, "It's a chessboard, but I..."

She signaled him to stop and explained, "Yes, it is a chessboard. For your punishment tonight, you have to beat me at a game of chess then you may leave."

"What's the catch?" he asked suspiciously.

"Very observant Mister Weasley, if you win the first game then you may leave but if you lose then you must write me a one foot essay about the value of privacy and with each lose I will add one foot to the required length. Is that clear?"

Will nodded his head, "Yes ma'am."

"Then let the game begin," the professor said with a smile.

Nine and a half games later, Will hunched exhaustedly over the edge of the desk and he attempted to plan his next move. "Knight to.... E2," he decided after much debate.

"Bishop to E2," Covington ordered quickly, much to Will's frustration, "Concentrate Mister Weasley. Look at all your options. Plan, calculate, anticipate, then make your move."

He stared hard at the board; suddenly he saw it. "Castle to B3," he ordered in a firm voice, though a hint of happiness filtered in.

"Knight to B3," she told the piece.

"Queen to B3, checkmate," he said in triumph.

"Fantastic Mister Weasley. You have a nine foot essay on the value of privacy due Friday after class," she stated, "You may leave now, but don't tell your friends what happened tonight."

"Yes Professor," Will yawned as he stepped out of the room, "Night Professor."

"Goodnight Mister Weasley," she said, "Now what shall I do with Miss Malfoy?"

~Next Morning, Great Hall~

"Come on Will," Rhiannon asked, "What did you have to do? Fight a boggart? Capture some Cornish Pixies that she set free?"

"Sorry, Rhi. I promised the professor that I wouldn't tell you what I had to do," he said as he helped himself to another plate of eggs and sausage.

"Come on Will!" she whispered, "Covington will never..."

Just then the post arrived and the same large barn owl landed in front of Rhiannon and deposited a letter on her plate.

Miss Malfoy,

You are to serve your detention this evening. You are expected to be present at 6 o'clock in my office. Do not be late and please stop pestering Mister Weasley.

Professor Kay Covington

"Crap," Rhiannon muttered as she slumped down in defeat onto the table.

~Professor Covington's Office, 6pm~

"Come in," called Covington.

"Let's get it over with," Rhiannon grumbled as she stepped through the entranceway.

"Patience is a virtue, Miss Malfoy," the professor told her, "and you are not leaving here until you have learned that."

"Whatever," she sighed, "so what do I have to do?"

Kay Covington lifted a covered cage-like object onto her desk, "Well first I would like to introduce you to a friend on mine." She pulled off the cover, "Pip this is Miss Malfoy. Miss Malfoy this is Pip."

"Your friend is a... a pixie?" Rhiannon asked disbelievingly.

"Cornish Pixie to be exact," Covington recited, "M.O.M. Classification XXX. Electric blue in color, up to eight inches in height and very mischievous, the pixie delights in tricks and practical jokes of all descriptions. Although wingless, it can fly and has been known to seize unwary humans by the ears and deposit them at the top of tall trees and buildings. Pixies produce a high-pitched jabbering intelligible only to other pixies. They bear live young."

Rhiannon just stared at her professor, "That sounds like a passage from a book."

"Pixie on page 32 in Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander to be exact," Professor Covington said, "Part of defense is to know about what you are defending yourself against."

"Whatever," Rhiannon sighed, "So what's the Pippy Pixie for?"

"Pip is here to administer your punishment," she answered.

"That... thing," Rhiannon spat in disgust, "is in charge of me?"

Covington smirked, everything was going exactly as she pictured it would, "That would be correct Miss Malfoy."

"But... but... how? Why?" she stuttered madly.

"You will find out the why later but for the how..." the professor paused, "I want you to learn how to communicate with him and when you prove to me that you can I will allow you to leave."

"That's impossible!" Rhiannon yelled, "You said it yourself that only Pixies can understand Pixies!"

Pip let out a string of seemingly incomprehensible screeches to which Covington responded, "I know I know."

Rhiannon stood there flabbergasted, "But how? I thought it was..."

"Impossible?' she questioned, "Nothing is impossible. You can accomplish anything as long as you try. Now Rhiannon, I have some work to do in my quarters. I shall return later tonight to check on your progress. Pip, she's all yours." With that said, Professor Covington left the pouting first year and the Pixie alone in her office.

~Professor Kay Covington's Living Quarters~

She lied. She had no work to do in her room. She just wanted an excuse to lie down for a bit. She needed to think about life at the moment. Had she made the right choice when she accepted Albus Dumbledore's offer? Coming to Hogwarts meant reliving the past and maybe, just maybe, finding out the truth. Of course that was much too much to think about at the moment. There was only one thing she wanted to think about, Harry Potter. He was famous, rich, handsome, brave, funny, kind, sweet, romantic and, to put it simply, just plain perfect. He was a dream catch for any single witch and he wanted her. Of all the women he could have, he chose her and she couldn't decided whether it was a good thing or if had just made the biggest mistake of his life. After all, he barely knew her.

She sighed deeply and pushed thoughts of the green-eyed wizard to the back of her mind, "Now is not the time for such thoughts. I must remain focused. Of course..." She rolled on to her stomach and opened the drawer to her nightstand and retrieved a small object. It was a shiny silver disk that was slightly bigger than her palm. On closer inspection a ring of vines, leaves and lilies were carved around the engraved message that lie in the center. She gently pressed its opening mechanism and watched as the lid popped open. Kay slowly lifted the lid all the way open and gazed into the mirror. Of course, it was no ordinary mirror. It was special. It was magical. Inside the cover was an inscription, "To my Love, A looking glass so that you may always watch over those you hold dear. Love, your Knight in Shining Armor." Sure it was very corny, to the point of laughable, but it was also sweet and kind of romantic. Covington didn't know who it was from, how she received it or if it was even hers to begin with.

"Mirror Mirror in my hand," she recited, "show me the one I desire to see." A fog began to form within the mirror. Soon it began to twist and swirl till if formed a circle around a shadow. The fog lightened and with it the shadows became more visible and clearer. After several more second the bust of Harry Potter was visible. He seemed to be sleeping soundly in his bedroom. With a smile on her lips, Kay shut the mirror closed, placed it back in its spot and fell asleep.

Nearly four hours later she awoke. Tired, she looked at her watch, upon seeing the time she dashed out of her room and returned to her office.

~Professor Covington's Office~

Quickly stepping through the portrait hole she came upon a site. Rhiannon sat there looking at the pixie as it did wild hand gestures and very slowly screeched. Every now and then she'd laugh or ask for Pip to explain more. Kay cleared her throat, "Ahem, I see everything is going well."

Rhiannon quickly turned to face the door and smiled, "Yes, Pip was telling me a story about when he first met you. It is quite funny."

"So how did you get to communicate with him?" Covington inquired.

"Well, it was very hard at first. All I would concentrate on were the horrid sounds he was emitting, but then I realized he could understand English. I gestured to him as I talked hoping the he'd copy, which he did. So I can't speak Pixie but I can still talk to him because I can guess what he is trying to say," Rhiannon explained.

"Excellent Miss Malfoy, that was very clever of you. You have a 6 foot essay about the value of privacy due on Friday after class. You are dismissed," the professor told her, "And do not tell Mister Potter what you did here."

"Thank you Professor," she said, "and goodnight."

"Goodnight Miss Malfoy," Covington responded. After Rhiannon left, Kay turned her chair around and looked at the blue pixie, "so how was it?" She watched Pip as he screeched and shrieked. "That bad? Well, she is a Malfoy, so that was to be expected," she told him.

~Gryffindor Common Room~

"So what was it like?" Will asked as Rhiannon stepped through the portrait hole.

"I can't tell you," she said, "Thomas could hear."

"No he won't. He's upstairs reading," he countered.

"Alright then, but you have to tell me what you did first," she said as she plopped down onto the sofa.

~Gryffindor First Years' Dormitory~

Thomas sat on his bed with the curtains drawn and a nightlight on. He should have been working on his homework, but how could he study when he had his mum's diary?

~The Diary~

Weeks went by as I showed Harry the finer things of muggle life... a.k.a. shopping. His baggy close drove me insane! Dear God, they were like five sizes too big for him and he has had them for years! So, I had to get him new clothes. I just had to for the sake of my sanity. Well back to the main point of this part. To keep myself occupied during the summers, I started to clean up the backyard. Last year I planted, pruned and fixed up the border about the backyard. I had my dad and Sirius help with reconstructing the old, rundown gazebo. Magic can be a wonderful thing. I didn't have to lift a finger to rebuild that thing! So the border filled out and bloomed very nicely this season, but the area around the gazebo still remained unfinished. That's where Harry came in. An extra pair of hands good really speed up the process.

For the next couple of weeks we worked. We painted the gazebo white and cleaned up the area. We planted new grass and flowers around the walkway and gazebo. I planned and chose colors carefully; light blues, lilacs, pinks, white and lilies of all colors. I had leafy vines climb the walls and fences to add more color. I had just one thing to do.

~Flashback~

~Lupin Manor, Backyard~

"Ok, all we have to do is to interlace these vines into the canopy of the gazebo," Kali sighed as she looked up at the gazebo.

"Alright, how are you planning on doing it?" Harry asked.

"I'll get up on thee gazebo's edge and walk around it and you ca make sure I don't fall and kill myself," she told him. She climbed onto the ledge. She began to weave the vines in and out of the openings around the gazebo. Weave, loop, step, weave, loop, step; she repeated the steps over and over again till she was nearly done. "How does that look?" she asked.

"It looks good," Harry answered, though it was debatable whether he saw the vines or not.

~Break From Flashback~

Now, I've asked Harry when was the first time he began to like me more than just a friend and he has always told me the same thing. "It was when you fell."

~Flashback~

"I just have to..." Kali reached for a loose vine when she stepped into a little puddle of water. With quidditch honed reflexes, Harry stepped up quickly and reached for the falling form of Kali Lupin. He had her... at least he thought he did. Her body collided with his and her momentum caused them both to fall to the ground. Harry landed hard on his back as Kali landed hard on top of him. She opened her eyes to find two emeralds eyes staring at her. "Are... are you alright, Harry?" she asked timidly.

He reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, "Yeah." She parted her lips slightly and breathed in sharply. He leaned up and gently pulled her lips to meet his. The kiss was sweet but all too short.

"We can't. I can't. This... this is just wrong," she muttered as she pulled away. She ran back into the house leaving a bewildered yet smiling Harry.

~End of Flashback~

After the kiss I just couldn't face him. I thought that the kiss should have never happened. It was wrong. It was insane! I was a Slytherin and he was a Gryffindor for bloody sake! Of course, as you will find out later, that was the least of our problems.

One week till school began, my dad and Sirius returned to take us to Diagon Alley. Of course Sirius was in dog form most of the time. Poor Snuffles... hahaha.

~Flashback~

~Lupin Manor, Living Room~

"Ready?" Remus Lupin asked the group around him.

"As ever," Kali grumbled, "Do we have..."

"Yes, we are using Floo powder and yes you have to use it too," he sighed.

"Then I am not going," she stated.

"Kali Lillian Lupin, you are going even if I have to throw you into the fire myself. Now get up and get ready to go," Remus ordered sternly.

"Fine!" Kali pouted. She knew that it was time to give up when her full name was used. She got up from the chair and grabbed a pinch of silvery powder from her father, "Diagon Alley!" She walked into the flames and disappeared.

"She doesn't like traveling by Floo, does she?" Harry asked.

"No, in fact she hates it. I don't know why though," the former professor sighed, "Well you're up Harry." He handed Harry a pinch of powder.

"Diagon Alley," Harry shouted as he stepped into the flames and disappeared.

~Leaky Cauldron~

"Took you long enough," Kali snapped as she tapped her foot.

"It has only been a minute since you left," Harry said as he dusted himself off, "why are you so snappy?"

"I am not being snappy," she shouted.

"Yes you are. Is it because of the Floo thing?" he asked.

"Drop it Potter," she growled menacingly, "God where are they!"

"Why don't I get us some butter beer," Harry said as he walked to the bar, leaving a fuming Kali near the fireplace.

"Kali?" called a voice behind her.

"Draco," she answered firmly, "shouldn't you be out cursing muggle borns or some other despicable act?"

"Kali, you know I'm not," he began.

"Save it Malfoy. I don't want to hear it. Just," she paused, "just leave me alone."

"But Kali, you have to listen to me!" Draco said as he grabbed her wrist as forced her to face him.

"You heard her Malfoy. Leave her alone," Harry said.

"Stay out of it Potter," Draco snarled, "It's not any of your business."

"Kali is my business and I think she asked you to leave her alone," he shouted.

"Please Harry," Kali asked.

"Oh I see how it is," Draco said as he dropped her wrist, "I wasn't good enough for you, so you hooked up with golden boy. You're just a money grubbing little..." Kali smacked him before he could finish.

"How dare you Draco Malfoy! How dare you insult me. Here I thought you were trying to redeem yourself, but all you are doing is making me hate you more. Get out of my sight Malfoy before I hex you till you can't even remember your own name," she growled, "And for the record, I am not dating Harry." Malfoy straightened his robes and, with what little dignity he had left, began to push through the crowd of onlookers.

"Are you alright? If I had known," Harry trailed off.

"I'm fine. Tell my dad and Snuffles that I'll buy all my things and meet all of you at the ice cream shop at two o'clock," she sighed.

"I don't," he started.

"Just tell him that ok?" Kali snapped as, she too, disappeared into the crowd.

"What happened?" asked Remus as he and a black dog appeared out of the fireplace.

~End of Flashback~