FreyaTheElf

"So she just… left?" asked Mai, eyes narrowing, who still found Princess Ursa's mysterious flight hard to believe. "Yeah." Azula answered with a shrug. "But… where did she go?" Ty Lee's expression was a mixture of concern and confusion. "I told you, nobody knows." Azula snapped irritably. "And dad won't tell me." she added quietly. Her tone was bitter. The three girls were sitting on Azula's four poster bed; Azula leaning against the post at the left corner of the foot of the bed, Mai close to the headboard and Ty Lee cross-legged between them. Azula followed Mai's gaze. She was looking out of the large window to the palace gar

"What are you doing out of prison?" barked Azula after several long moments. "What happened to you?" cried Ty Lee, her eyes wide, shocked at the sight of Azula, of what she had become. The next moment genuine concern was written all over her face. She started hesitantly towards Azula, which was, as proven later, a very unwise thing to do. Ty Lee broke into a run. "Ty Lee! Get back here, she's dangerous!" shouted Mai. Everything happened in seconds. Ty Lee halted in the middle of the courtyard, realizing what she was doing, seeing Azula's nasty grin, her madness dancing in her eyes. But it was too late. Blue flames shot out of Azula's ext

Chapter 2 Draco was sitting beside the lake, furiously throwing stones in it. He had already told Crabbe and Goyle to scat. Blood was dripping from his broken nose thanks to the Granger girl. That mudblood had punched him! And then threatened him with her wand! Why hadn't the Basilisk killed her the previous year? He immediately regretted thinking that. He smashed the piece of bark he was holding as if a destructive action would make him feel better. "Does it hurt?" Draco turned his head and saw Hermione kneeling beside him. What did she want with him now? "Scram Granger." he snapped. She took out her wand. Draco was about to say somethi

Chapter 1 Hermione Granger was sitting on a stone bench in Myrtle's bathroom. Luckily Myrtle wasn't there. Her arms were around her legs, her chin on her knees. A pile of books was next to her. She was crying. She couldn't believe Harry and Ron wouldn't speak to her because of the stupid broomstick. She had told McGonagall only because she was worried about Harry. What if the Firebolt was jinxed? What if Sirius Black had sent it? Why were boys so narrow minded when it came to Quiditch?  And why was she always so sensitive? Hermione hated that about herself. She wanted to be strong; she wanted to be able to control her emotions. But she could