I do not own Twilight or Harry Potter-

-All characters not related to the books are completely mine though-

-The flying car thing does not happen to Harry and Ashlyn as they are not best friends with Ron-

Year Two (Ashlyn, Harry)

After the long summer Harry and I both couldn't wait to go back to school, especially so we could escape the awkward moments we kept having.

(Flashback)

July 31, 1992

It was Harry's twelfth birthday today and I couldn't wait to give him my present. I've been collecting all of the spare change I could possible find around the house—without uncle Vernon knowing of course—and even money I found on the street. It took me about four weeks but I finally had twenty dollars. And one day when the Dursley's went to the zoo—without Harry and I this time—I went into town and bought Harry a bracelet. And no it isn't a girly bracelet, but one made of silver that would wrap around his wrist in an intricate pattern.

Anyway when I woke up, Harry still wasn't awake, and he looked so peaceful with his shaggy black hair fanned out across the pillow and his lips slightly parted. He is so beautiful when he sleeps…whoa wait! Where did that thought come from! But I couldn't deny that it wasn't true.

I looked at the clock and noticed that I had been staring at him for three minutes. Oops. Time to put my wake up call into action. I creeped over to his bed silently and stared at him for another minute before I jumped on the bed, startling him awake. He jumped and let out a small yell before he saw it was me and pushed me off the bed while I was laughing. Soon he was laughing too and leaned down to help me up.

When I was back on the bed I noticed how close we were and what we were both staring at each other. I don't know how long passed with me just looking into those beautiful eyes that were the color of grass in the summer, but I was very aware when Harry and I got the slightest bit closer. But as all good things do, it ended when we heard our whale of an uncle barreled down the stairs. Harry and I flew apart so fast you would have thought we were on our brooms.

(Flashback over)

Harry loved his present of course but we had so many of those awkward moments over the summer. I'd say there were about six in total, and they all taught me one thing. I had a crush on Harry Potter, and he doesn't know. Of course he will never know either because I plan on never letting him know, considering that he will never feel the same way, no matter how much I would like him to. Hermione would be the only person that I would tell.

It's been about three months since I found out I liked Harry and it's time for school to start again, the train leaves tomorrow and I can only hope that Vernon doesn't forget to drive us.

But then again, he will want us and our "freakishness" out of his house until summer comes again.------

The next day Harry and I made it to the platform exactly thirteen minutes before the train left, and as we were getting on the train we noticed the Weasley family coming through the barrier. Knowing we would see them later Harry and I headed to a compartment to wait for Hermione and Neville so we could all catch up on our summer. I heard Hermione had gone to Spain for a week with her parents.

We met a house elf this summer, warning us to not go to Hogwarts as 'The Great Harry Potter and Miss Ashlyn were in terrible danger!' The creepy elf with the baseball sized blue eyes even went so far as to get us in trouble with Uncle Vernon while his sister Marge was visiting. We were locked in our room for two days before we were let out again. Ashlyn and I were honestly surprised when he actually dropped us off at King's Cross Station on September first.

Now that the school year has started everything has been amazing so far, if you don't count the fact that our new Defense teacher Gilderoy Lockhart is a complete bumbling idiot. Always going on and on about all his great achievements. Well he wasn't such a great teacher when he released twenty Hornsnap Pixies on the class, we were saved by Hermione.

What was worse was during our second Quittich match, I had fallen off my broom again when a rouge bludgers had hit me—which I later found out was the work of Dobby—and Professor Lockhart 'healed' my arm.

(Flashback)

The bludgers had been chasing me around for ten minutes now, and I wasn't even aware of the Slytherin team harassing Ashlyn as she flew down the pitch. In and out of the stands I flew, even right next to Professor Snape's head, now I was flying below the stands, swerving around the wooden beams as the bludgers flew straight threw them. I briefly saw Colin Creevy trying to get a picture of me.

I must have flown for two more minutes before I was once again in the middle of the field, but it was also in that moment that the other bludger came from the other size of the field and smashed directly into my left arm.

As I rolled across the ground the game came to a halt and the Gryffindor team, followed by Neville and Hermione, and the teachers all came running over to me. I knew my arm was broken as it was bent at an extremely weird angle, so I tried not to move it as Ashlyn arrived and pulled me into her arms.

Next thing I know she was pulled out of good arm and Lockhart was kneeling in front of me saying "Move" to anyone that was in his path. Professor's Snape and McGonagall both suggested I be taken to the hospital wing, but Lockhart assured them, 'he knew exactly what he was doing, and he had fixed hundreds of broken bones before.'

He pulled my arm towards him, ignoring my cry of pain as he pointed his wand at my arm, directly where the break was. It was also at this point that I grabbed onto Lyn's hand as I was slightly afraid of what would happen to me.

He made a slash and jab with his wand and yelled out "Brackium Emendo!" In the next second my arm flopped, every bone was gone. A collective "EWWWW" was heard throughout the pitch.

(Flashback over)

Soon after I made the revelation that I had a crush on Lyn, but she would never find out because she would never like me that way. Neville was the only one that knew.

During the year I had also come to learn that both Ashlyn and I spoke Parseltongue—the snake language—which we discovered during Lockhart's Dueling League in which Malfoy sent a black viper at me. Let's just say that didn't turn out to well for us, almost every student thought we had gone dark, and were the Heirs of Slytherin.

The Heir of Slytherin, oh how I despised that name. Just because I spoke Parseltongue did not make me the Heir of Bloody Slytherin. Technically I am the Heir of Ravenclaw, but only Harry knew that.

But I guess I see their point, no matter how much I despise it. It does seem kind of suspicious that Harry and I found Filch's cat petrified and hanging on a wall that said 'ENEMIES OF THE HEIR BEWARE' and then more and more muggles getting petrified.

But when Hermione was found in the library, petrified, I lost it. I broke down in the middle of the Hospital Wing with Harry holding me while I cried. I vowed then and there that I would find the Heir of Slytherin and make sure they got what they deserved for almost killing my friend.

We found the Chamber of Secrets, a secret room that once belonged to Salazar Slytherin. Lyn and I had found the entrance in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom after she told us how she died. Unfortunately, Lockhart found us, but we made him go down with us. And after he tried to use a Memory Charm on us, he was blasted backwards and ended up erasing his own memory. But the buffoon also ended up separating me and Ashlyn.

Harry faced the basilisk alone. He faced Tom Riddle alone. And he rescued young Ginny Weasley alone. And he came out victorious. With the help of the Sorting Hat, Fawkes the Phoenix, and The Sword of Gryffindor he won. But he still had his casualties, the basilisk fang was thrust into his arm, but Fawkes cried his healing tears over the deadly wound, healing the Boy-Who-Lived.

Because of the Phoenix tears in his system Harry became immune to every poison known to the wizarding world, and because of an unbreakable soul bond, so was Ashlyn.--------

The Kids-Who-Lived second year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was filled with hidden love, possessed and petrified students, basilisks, incompetent teachers, and trips to the Hospital Wing. What a long year it was, but the heroes made it through together.

What could possibly come in third year? A mass murderer?

*Please Read and Review my loyal readers it is greatly appreciated.

*I'm thinking year three is the year they get together, tell me whatcha think because I love advice when it comes to my stories.