There was the sound of evil laughter coming from Voldemort. When the sound stopped, the Dark Lord said, "Where's Lucius?"

"Here, My Lord." A cloaked figure stepped forward and knelt on the ground.

"You have disappointed me," Voldemort snapped angrily. "You have failed yet again. And considering all the Death Eaters captured on the raid at Diagon Alley... Tell me again what happened?"

"I managed to capture several families," the blond man said. "I sent a Cruciatus Curse at a boy. It hit him, though he didn't react to it at all. He stunned me. The next thing I knew, a fellow Death Eater had Enervated me and Diagon Alley was swarming with Aurors. I Apparated to your side, my Lord."

"Interesting," Voldemort said, his serpentine eyes flashing. "You say the boy did not react?"

"Not at all, My Lord."

"Do you know of his name?"

"No, my Lord."

"You may leave."

"Thank you, my Lord." The blond man stood up quickly, no doubt trying to get out before he was punished.

"And Lucius?"

"Yes?" The blond turned back.

"Crucio."

Harry felt his body shudder under the pressure of the curse. Pain coursed through his veins. He wanted it to end, to stop... God, he knew he wouldn't be able to stand it much longer...

"Sebastien! Wake up, SEBASTIEN!"

Harry barely heard the yelling. Suddenly, he felt a hand on his shoulder.

Voldemort...

Without thinking, he automatically flung his arm back, throwing out a ray of energy. There was a loud crash, causing him to wake up.

Opening his eyes, he saw Severus lying against the other wall. The man's shoulder was bleeding where it had hit the hard stone.

Harry quickly scrambled up, rushing to the fallen man. He knew immediately what had happened; he had thrown Severus across the room with his energy.

Severus attempted to get up, only to be pushed back down by Harry. "Oh god, Severus, I'm so sorry," he said softly.

Severus, on the other hand, was puzzled. All he had done was wake the boy up from a nightmare. What had caused such a reaction, and how had Sebastien done it? No wizard should be able to throw someone back with the force of energy in a moment's notice.

Hearing the other apologize over and over, he said quietly, "It's alright, Sebastien. I'm fine."

"You're not fine," he heard his student say. "You're shoulder's bleeding and you have bruises all over you back."

He did? Severus was puzzled. How had Sebastien known such a thing when he himself had not? He was fully dressed, so there was no way the boy could have seen the bruises. But then, how?

"It's just a few bruises, I'm fine," he heard himself insist as he tried to stand up. His arm shook slightly as he leaned against the wall.

Severus suddenly felt hands on his shoulder. Turning, he saw that it was Sebastien. "What--" he began, about to jerk away when the boy said, "Just relax for a second."

Hearing the authoritive tone, he intinctively obeyed. A second later, he felt a warm ray of energy pushing into him. The pain eased and the bleeding stopped.

"There," Sebastien said when Severus turned to him. "All done."

"Sebastien," Severus asked. "What was that?"

The boy shrugged. "Just some healing techniques."

"Healing techniques? I've never seen Madam Pomfrey do such a thing and she's been here for as long as I can remember! Where did you learn it?"

Harry shrugged once again, uncomfortable, as he heard Severus ask the question. In truth, Helga had been famous for her Healing abilities and she had been the one who taught him. But of course, he couldn't tell the truth, so he answered vaguely, "I can't remember. It was... before the Obliviation."

Severus nodded, hearing the answer. "I believe you have some talent in healing," he said. "Come on, let's go."

"Where are we going?"

"I healed you for the cuts yesterday. I went to Dumbledore, but he basically told me the same things you did." Severus scowled at the memory. "Anyways, the brusing will have to go away on their own. You're coming to the Hospital Wing with me because I want Pomfrey's opinion on your healing abilities."

"Alright."

They walked along the corridors in silence.

"Don't you have classes today?" Harry asked finally.

"Dumbledore requested me to stay with you for today," the Potions Master replied. After a moment, the older man asked, "What were you dreaming about?"

Harry immediately stiffened as he remembered Voldemort talking to Lucius. He was about to make an excuse, but something in his demeanor must have shown.

"Alright, you don't have to talk about it if you don't want to," Severus said, seeing the way the boy flinched slightly at the mention of his nightmares. "Do you have them often?"

The boy shrugged.

"If you want, I can brew you some dreamless sleeping potion."

Sebastien turned to him. "No, thank you. I appreciate your concern, but it's alright, Professor."

Hearing the boy call him by his normal title, Severus nodded. He didn't want to seem as if he was intruding. "Are you going to the Quidditch tryouts today?" he asked.

The boy seemed to cheer up slightly at the mention of the popular sport. "Yes, I'm going for Seeker," he said.

"I used to be Seeker for Slytherin too."

Sebastien looked up, seemingly shocked. "What? You played Quidditch?" Then quickly, he added, "Not an offense or anything, Severus, I was just surprised."

"None taken."

By then, they had reached the Hospital Wing. When Madam Pomfrey saw them, she immediately asked, "What's wrong?"

"Everything is fine," Severus said smoothly. "I just want you to check out Sebastien's Healing abilities."

Pomfrey raised an eyebrow before saying, "Come on, I have a few new patients you can try out on."

Walking into the Wing, Harry was brought to a boy with several cuts and bruises on his face.

"He got those from Quidditch Practise," she said, handing him several bottle of potions. "Here are the necessary potions. Heal him."

Harry looked at the potions, slightly surprised. "I er... don't need these," he said, handing the bottles back.

"Of course you need them, Mr. Frostpine. How else would you heal him?"

Harry raised his hands and placed them on the shoulders of the injured boy. Concentrating, he sent a wave of Healing energy at the child.

Before his eyes, the bruises and cuts faded away until there was once again pale skin where the injuries had been.

When he looked up, he saw that Madam Pomfrey was surveying him with shock. "How did you do that?" she asked. "That's very VERY advanced Healing that only several wizards and witches were known for. The ability has supposedly faded out a few centuries ago. Helga Hufflepuff was one of the only witches who managed it."

Harry blushed, hoping he wasn't giving too much of his identity away. He knew that each Founder was famous for their own abilities: Godric for dueling, Salazar for potions, Rowena for charms, and Helga for healing. He hadn't realized HOW rare the abilities were though.

He looked up at Severus helplessly, his eyes pleading him to get him out of here.

Severus seemed to get the idea. "Don't you have Quidditch tryouts, Sebastien?" he asked. "You should go if you don't want to be late."

"Okay." Smiling gratefully at the Potions Master, he raced out of the room, hearing Pomfrey call out, "COME BACK WHEN YOU HAVE SPARE TIME!"

Walking into the Slytherin Common Room, he grabbed his Windwhip2000 and headed out to the pitch.

Draco was already there, as well as the other team members. Harry and another girl who was a second year were both trying out for Seeker. Eliza, he was surprised to see, was trying out for Chaser.

"Alright," Draco told him and the second year, whose name, he found out, was Melody Lystra. "I'll let go of the Snitch and I want to both chase it. GO!"

The golden, fluttering ball flew into the air. Harry immediately flew after it, broomstick racing through the air. Beside him, Melody was doing the same. Soon, they were flying neck-to-neck.

Harry reached out his hand to grab the small ball when suddenly, the snitch gave a quiver. Without warning, it changed directions and dropped towards the ground.

Harry groaned as he whipped his broom around and began dropping towards the ground at neck-breaking speed. Melody did the same, although she was a little more cautious. The spectators gasped as the two raced after the snitch, not slowing down at all. Melody's dark hair whipped out behind her like a banner.

Draco groaned. There was no way those two could be able to stop in time.

However, at the last minute, Harry reached out and snatched up snitch, holding it out in front of him. He quickly changed direction and did a victory lap around the pitch. He then slowly landed, walking up to Draco.

"Excellent!" The blond said, smiling at both him and Melody. "The results will be posted in the Common Room tonight.

As it turned out, Harry became the new Seeker while Melody was the reserve seeker. Draco and Goyle were the Beaters, Eliza, a fellow sixth year named Felicity Moonstream, and a third year called Marissa Staghorn became the Chasers. Alexander Valden became the Keeper.

That night, Harry went to bed, feeling exhausted. It was going to be a long week.