He peered closely into his crystal ball. What sounded like a soft hum came out of him. Only the gigantic snake at his feet knew what her master was chanting as he waved his thin pale fingers over the orb. A smile, if you could call it that, formed on the snake's face as her tongue darted out to taste the air.

"Nagini, we might finally be done with this mess," the voice came out in a series of hissing and spitting that would raise the hair on anyone's neck.

Nagini slithered close enough to rest her head in her master's lap and, with the same snake-like smile, nodded.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione wandered aimlessly through the streets of Hogsmeade. The three six years passed The Hog's Head without a second look. Ron paused at Zonko's Joke Shop, hearing Fred or George (he could never be sure which) calling to him.

"Ron, you should see this one!" George beckoned. "It might do you a bit of good. Might actually ask Granger out." Fred held up a parcel for Ron to read.

"Get on then," Ron said angrily, blushing as he shoved the liquid courage back at his brothers. He joined his two best friends outside and they continued their walk. They made a quick stop in Honeydukes where Harry bought them each a sweet.

"I have to run in," Hermione stopped at the door to the book shop. "Have one quick thing to pick up."

Ron and Harry waited outside, happily eating their treats.

"I don't know what is the matter with her. Why would anyone ruin a perfectly good trip to Hogsmeade by buying books?" Ron moaned.

"Nothing. She is being Hermione," Harry joined Ron in rolling his eyes.

Harry and Ron had finished their treats what seemed like hours ago, but was really only 15 minutes ago. The weather was pleasant, as it was the beginning of spring, but they were eager to get a round of butterbeers.

"Wonder what's taking Hermione so long. She said she would be right out," Harry wondered aloud, frowning, watching the front of the book store.

"She probably got caught up in a little bit of 'light' reading," Ron snorted.

"No, she knew we were meeting up with the others at The Three Broomsticks."

"Maybe we should go in and look for her," Ron whined impatiently. Hermione rushed out just then, a giant book in her hands.

"Sorry it took so long. There was a bit of a line," she smiled. Nose in her new book, she fell into step behind the boys on their way to the Three Broomsticks.

Harry and Ron were talking about Quidditch and the teams at Hogwarts. The conversation quickly turned to the best pro player. Ron stood by his player, Brut Lordo- a relatively unknown new player, while Harry was convinced that Viktor Krum was at the top of his game.

"Come on Ron, you're just jealous still because he took-" Harry cut his comment off as Ron sent a particularly nasty glare his way.

"Hermione, tell Ron that Krum is still the best of the best in Quidditch," Harry turned to face Hermione, only to find she was gone. In her place was a short, sturdy girl with unruly blonde curls and big blue eyes full of confusion and curiosity.

"Trixie, really. Won't you just tell me what your all-fired hurry is?" Honey requested one last time as she followed her best friend as she ran through the halls of Sleepyside Jr. Sr. High.

"I don't want to go into it twice, Honey. Let's just wait until we are able to meet with the others."

By 'the others,' Trixie meant the other members of their semi-secret club The Bob Whites of the Glen. The club was made up by Honey Wheeler, her adopted brother Jim Frayne, Trixie's older brothers Brian and Mart, Di Lynch, Dan Mangan, and Trixie herself. The two 16 year olds were on their way to meet up with the Bob Whites at the front of the school.

It was the last day of school before the week long spring break. Jim and Brian were home from college already and had promised to pick the others up from school and head straight for Wimpy's, their favorite hamburger hang out.

"Alright, Trix, we're all here. What in the world has set you into such a tizzy?" Honey asked after they had all piled into the station wagon, that had been left at home that morning.

"I hate to do this to you, Honey, but can't we wait until we're settled at Wimpy's?"

"Yeah, Hon, I'm starving," Mart added his two cents, too hungry to use his dictionary digested words. "I don't think I can listen to one of Trixie's tales without sustenance."

"Heaven forbid we torture Mart like that," Honey teased with a wink.

Honey was able to curb her curiosity on the ride to Wimpy's, getting a table, and placing their orders, but she was about to burst when Trixie said she had to make a quick run to the ladies room. Honey and Diana decided to join her to wash up for their meal.

Honey and Di just walked in as Trixie closed and locked her stall door. Di stationed herself at the mirror and started brushing her long dark hair. Honey smiled as she did the same. They were washing their hands when they heard the toilet flush.

Honey turned, waiting for Trixie to walk out, but the girl that walked out looked nothing like Trixie, except for her unruly curls.