Who Are You?

Author's Note: Sorry for the long wait. I will be updating a new chapter soon. These existing chapters have been edited and there is a new scene in chapter 4, where something is revealed (although obvious).

Thanks for all the reviews!

"Welcome back to another year of Hogwarts!" bellowed Dumbledore. "As you all know, we have students who are back to finish of their seventh year of school. Before anyone dies of hunger, let the feast begin!"

Like every other year before, Harry Potter found himself surrounded by a large amount of food. His best friend, Ron, was scarfing down a chicken wing not caring that he was spraying everyone within a 2-metre radius of him. Hermione, who was sitting next to Ron, was trying to shield the bits of chicken flying towards her as she read her newest book, Hogwarts: A History 2.

As soon as everyone had finished their meal, the dishes vanished and a slip of blank parchment appeared in front of every single student. Followed shortly were quills and ink to write with. "What's this for?" asked Ron. "Are we doing some kind of test?"

"Shush Ron! Be quiet!" whispered Hermione. "Professor Dumbledore is trying to say something."

Ron looked over to the front of the Great Hall and she was right. Dumbledore was trying, and failing, to get everyone's attention. Tired of waving his arms wildly, he pointed his wand to his throat and said, "Sonorus!"

Right away, his voice was projected throughout the Great Hall. "That's better," he sighed.

"Okay. I'm sure you're all wondering what this is for. To promote inter-house unity, we are creating a pen-pal service. You are to write a name on that slip of parchment and that name will be your pen-pal name," he announced. "Before you start writing, just to let you know, this name is anonymous. So think of a good one! After you have finished, we will collect them and choose, for each of you, a pen pal to write to. This will be done randomly, of course. At the end of the year, we will be having a Masquerade Ball, where you can reveal your identity to your pen pal. That is all. So, start writing!"

"Whoa! That is a lot of information to take in a such a short space of time!" exclaimed Ron. "What did he say again?"

"Honestly Ronald, don't you ever listen?" answered Hermione.

Ron ignored her and started tapping his quill on the table, deep in thought.

Meanwhile, Harry was trying really hard to think of a good name.

"Something not too revealing..." he thought.

"I know!" he said out loud.

Everyone at the table turned to look at him. Pools of red filled his cheeks and Harry looked down in embarrassment. In his untidy scrawl, he wrote: Dark Rider. He folded the parchment up and looked over his shoulder, noticing Draco Malfoy chatting to Blaise Zabini. Harry scowled and looked away quickly.

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Draco's eyes were closing slowly, his head lowering closer to the table. A hand rested on his shoulder softly and he heard a whisper.

"You're not really falling asleep, are you?" asked the person. "You better not be. I'm not thinking of my pen-pal name by myself. Help me, will you?"

Draco looked up, eyes still drooping. "What?" he shot back.

"Didn't you hear Dumbledore at all? We're doing some kind of pen-pal thing..." Blaise replied.

"I heard. What did you need help with?" said Draco, fully awake and very annoyed.

"My name. What's your's going to be?" asked Blaise.

Draco rolled his eyes at Blaise and looked down at his slip of parchment. In his elegant script he wrote: Silver Snake. He felt breathing down his neck and looked up.

"BLAISE! GO AWAY!" he screamed. All eyes were on him at that moment and the talking stopped.

"What are you looking at?" he said, glaring at the people who were looking at him. Slowly, they went to their own business and the chatting started again at the Slytherin table.

"God, Draco. You didn't have to make such a huge fuss about it. Just wanted to see what you were writing down," said Blaise.

Draco just ignored him and changed the topic. "So... Have you thought of what your name is going to be?" he asked.

"Yeah. But I'm not telling you!" Blaise answered rudely.

Draco rolled his eyes again. "I really ought to stop doing that," he thought.

He then felt a set of eyes on him. He looked over to the other end of the Great Hall to the Gryffindor table and saw Harry Potter just looking away from him. "Why the hell is Potter staring at me?" he thought, feeling confused. "That's weird".

He turned to Blaise, who was talking to Theodore about the pen-pal service.

"Can't anyone get over that?" He shook his head and saw the flying slips of parchment heading towards the head table when he finally closed his eyes to have a quick nap before the going back to his own common room.