Thunder stuck over head, dedicating the sound for the lightning that flashed before and for the lightning that flashes after it. Yet, there is a black hooded individual sitting on a bench in a park bellow.

The door was open and she immediately followed Snape. She stopped when he paused to go forward. He bowed. The darkness was encircling them both, the only light that was directed towards them was from that of the open door.
The door closed and a cold like ice voice broke the silence that was there, “So you are the one?”

“Stop, Fredric, that’s not supposed to go in there before the powder!” Colette cried to a dark brown haired boy who dropped the weed into his potion in surprise. Colette teaches. “We’re going to Magical Arts next. I’ve been reading from the book. It sounds very exciting-“ Hermione was interrupted by Ron. “That is if you are excellent at Charms, Hermione. I have a bad feeling about that teacher…” Ron began to fumble with his fingers again. Magical Arts here they come!

Will Colette ever find out what an 'Illusionist' is? Harry and Ron... "Not friends anymore"? Well, here's an update on the Gryffindor students!

A red head was walking down to Hagrid's, thinking that hopefully he'd comfort him. Sadly, his problem was not going to get much better. His best friend hated him more than ever. Well, that's what Ronald Weasley thought.

A character death is involved. Fear this chapter! Anyways, Snape is working from the inside. Will Harry and Ron get over their differences and finally reconcile? What was the ending of Mr. Victore Yields?

For centuries our kind has been looking for answers. From the odd looking Elder tree and it’s magic to the binding of a wand or Animagi towards a Wizard. However, not many studies have been over this other mystery of powers in our midst: an Illusionist, or as the Italian, French, and Spanish call them: Illusionistas. We, the Department of Mysteries, have dedicated ourselves to our studies and this is one of them.

“Hermione, what now?” Harry asked loudly.

She answered closely so that he could hear clearly, “We pack what we need and leave.”

“You mean that this is the Cause?” Ron asked as he kept up with them.

Hermione nodded as Harry opened the Common Room door.

“Blimey,” a Ministry Unspeakable muttered as he found an array of folders and strewn papers all over the Archive Room floor. “Martin, come look!”
Another Unspeakable rushed to his fellow Unspeakable’s side. He gaped at the mess that was on the floor.
“We’re definitely done for,” Martin grumbled. “Umbridge paid a great amount of gold to get her archive folder set… and so did the others.”

Your friend,
Eugene Rodnick

P.s.
Please tell Sophie… that I love her, and if I ever die… please take care of her.
[a bit of background history concerning Eugene and his friend, Stuart]

“Why do we have to do this again?” Ron asked, whining again for the umpteenth time.

Harry had to agree with that. Grasping rocks really wasn’t on his mind with the relationship with the Horcruxes, but according to Hermione’s book – which had an odd symbol reoccurring many times in it – they had to go to the address that was scribbled into the beginning. And the address really wasn’t so easy to find.

Concerning the fact that you had to go rock climbing… no, it really wasn’t expected.

“So, you honestly don’t know who R.A.B. is?” Ron pondered dejectedly.

Sirius shook his head. “No, other than the fact that those are the first letters to ‘rabbit’, but who knows… say, now that you’ve all tried to ransack me over that infamous character… er… could you help me find my Nicolette?”

Have you no shame, Severus? Have you no shame, Dark Lord?

Yes he felt ashamed of his relapse, but he ached from his honor and from how he had let part of his guard down.

Have you no honor?

Carefully, Paulina drew in the rune form of Eugene’s name and after that, she took her wand out and twirled it around the surface of the rocks. After a murmur of something intelligible, Paulina raised her wand in the center. For a moment nothing happened until a flimsy white light came from the runes around the stones. It took a few seconds for Sophie to see that the runes themselves had disappeared from the table top, and they were the white light that loomed in circles above the stones and then boomed down to the center of the stone-dotted circle...