Harry Potter and the Den of Darkness

by Moony-sama

Harry Potter, the boy who lived sixteen years ago is back for his sixth year at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It’s barely a week into the term and Harry has landed himself in horrendous trouble by Professor Snape, notices mysterious arriva

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Harry Potter and The Den of Darkness

By Moony-sama

Disclaimer: Oki, I was bored and I wanted to write this 'cause I had this really strange dream and all the ideas me and my friends seem to think up and yesh. I only own two or three characters in this story – my good friend Jacs is madly in love with Dan Radcliffe and Harry, so I just had to put her in there. I'll mention my other OC later. The rest is J.K. Rowling's. And this is set at the beginning of Harry's 6th year at Hogwarts. I take a disliking to Pansy Parkinson – and she's all of a sudden turned into a real bitch towards Harry or whoever and I want her to die. Draco is MINE – well, anyone's but HERS. Oh, and Professor Lupin's back because I said so…how could you not want to read about him? And please excuse Cho's non-character sort of thing… in other words I've sort of got her out of character, but… I just had to, for my friend Jacs' sake .; drool Neways, R/R please! Ja ne

Summary: Harry Potter, the boy who lived sixteen years ago is back for his sixth year at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It's barely a week into the term and Harry has landed himself in horrendous trouble by Professor Snape, notices mysterious arrivals and meets a rare wolf breed. Though all these hints add up to the core of the problem, and Harry ends up finding out all this suffering was for a good cause – an old friend returns.

Chapter one

The night flowers

His thumb twitched at his side, while his heart pounded faster then he could handle. Small flicks of sweat began to drift down his forehead, as he waited for the rusty old hinges of the door behind him to slam open, and hear the terrifying footsteps of a man he wasn't to happy on seeing this year; so early this year.

Harry Potter, the jet black haired, green eyed and forehead scared boy was standing inside the Potions master of Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry's office, the one and only Professor Severus Snape. Harry could see his glasses beginning to fog up due to his heavy breathing, but didn't dare to find the moment to clean them.

He was waiting for Snape to return, return from seeing his head of house teacher Professor McGonagall about an incident that occurred earlier in the day. Harry began to feel his neck stiffen up, and his fingers twitching at his side. His nerves were shivering like mad, and his teeth beginning to dig into his bottom lip.

It had only been about three days into Harry Potter's 6th year at Hogwarts, and already he had broken the rules and was in waiting for his punishment. This wasn't new to him; every year somehow he managed to break the rules no matter what he did, but for some reason this year he didn't feel to confident about facing his fears and getting his sentence for what he did.

The other day while attending Potions class, Snape taught the class how to make a simple potion. While brewing the potion though, Draco Malfoy the slick Slytherin's cauldron exploded – and his uniform was covered in unpleasant substances. At this moment in time, Snape's eyes had drifted to Harry, who had accidentally laughed at this mishap. Snape however, let his grudge for Harry get the better of him and called for him in his office after class, along with Hermione Granger the muggle born student and Ron Weasley the redhead with freckles.

He didn't even attempt to inform his Potions master that it wasn't him; his truth telling to Snape would only land him into more trouble. He had been use to getting blamed for things he had never done, was no different to him.

So Harry, Hermione and Ron waited in Snape's office after class, waiting for Snape to arrive after he had an encounter with Filch just outside. When they were waiting though, Ron had discovered the term's overview for their Potions class, and couldn't help but pick it up and read it. When Hermione insisted he put it back, somehow Harry went back and tripped over a large bottle of what looked to be flower parts – ones Hermione informed were going to be used in a potion Snape was going to brew next lesson.

Snape had come in at the wrong time after that. He then sent both Hermione and Ron off to their next class; but kept Harry in. And this was where he was now. Snape had gone off to inform McGonagall of the misfortune that had occurred in his office, leaving Harry feeling like he had no soul – it was too overcome with fear.

Just tell him it was an accident, Harry thought to himself, gripping the side of his cloak as he thought, what's the worst he could do? I'm too use to month long detentions now, maybe he'll –

But Harry's thoughts and predictions were interrupted by the hinges of the door behind him being forced open, compelling a cold wind to pick up behind Harry's back. Harry didn't dare to look around to the human behind him. Instead he stayed completely still and waited for Snape to come around to his desk and begin to yell.

In the corner of his eye, Harry saw Snape move around to the back of his desk and took a seat, right before looking up to Harry with a sour face. He was now completely visible to both Harry's eyes. Nothing had changed about his appearance – he was still the same pale skinned, greasy black haired Potions master with the forever acerbic look painted on his face. His hand moved slowly towards the quill sitting in a small bottle of ink in front of him, but then stopped within a centimeter of reaching it.

'Mr Potter,' he said grimly, his unfathomable vocal tone sending a shiver down Harry's back, 'let us start with incident one…'

Harry was able to swallow a gulp after hearing the Professor's voice, while continuing to clasp the side of his cloak. Snape's hand then reached out for the quill again and took it into his hand, and began to write something down on the paper in front of him.

'Detonating Mr Malfoy's Wolfeckna potion was the first today –'

'But I didn't,' Harry heard himself say, 'I… I didn't blow up his cauldron, I swear to you I didn't –'

'I don't need for you to swear at me, Mr Potter,' his lip curled with a sour look at Harry, 'I have enough evidence to backup my belief on knowing you were the cause of it –'

'But, what evidence do you have? Where is your backup case?' Harry asked, not able to be in control over his words. He knew that was a big mistake though – he could see the amount of antagonism build up within Snape's deep brown eyes. Harry looked away from him, knowing that now he had pushed his luck of getting out of this.

'Second, you totally destroyed my essential ingredients for a major part of my work… for that not only will you serve detention for the next two months but your signed excursion to Hogsmeade this year will be cancelled – '

'Why?' Harry felt himself force out; knowing inside his mind this was over doing it. Snape's face tensed at his words, before he removed himself from his seat, hovering over Harry. Harry could feel the cool gush of wind sweep by him as Snape's glares became deadlier.

'Why? Why? I'll tell you why Potter, for one who destroys my work doesn't deserve such enjoyment! I have spoken to Professor McGonagall and it's off! Mark my words Potter, the next two months that you are on detention with me will be the hardest time of your life!' Snape spat, his eyebrows now fully narrowed at their lowest. 'If you only knew how important that ingredient was… a life could be lost thanks to the likes of you.'

Harry felt his words die in the back of his throat. He had been waiting for this year at Hogsmeade to come, and all the effort he had put into having the Dursleys sign his form was now a waist. As his heart died in his chest, Snape turned his back on Harry and pointed to the ground where the ingredients he had knocked over was still in the same position it was ten minutes ago. What could have been so important about them?

'Now,' he heard Snape's voice suddenly become calmer, 'I have work to do… fifty points have been taken from Gryffindor, and you aren't allowed to leave here until this mess is cleaned up.' He then turned his back on Harry, and moved out of the room – his cold breeze following behind him. Harry pushed his hand up to his forehead and whipped the small droplets of sweat, and then looked over to where he had knocked the bottle over.

He moved over to it quietly, and leant down at the side of it. After noticing the bottle didn't have a label, he saw a little bit of paper along side one of the dead flowers. He had remembered Snape saying something about this sort of flower being a night flower, one that could only be kept alive if it lived within the air captured from the night or night itself. They were dead now.

Harry moved his hand across to where he saw the little bit of paper up, and flipped it over to the side where he recognized Snape's cursive handwriting done in black ink.

'Substances from dark forest,' he read, noticing that there was nothing else on the paper. He then looked to where he saw the sun slowly moving behind the clouds, and the day beginning to get dimmer. Without thinking another thought, Harry grasped the sides of the now empty bottle, and forced as many of the dead flowers he could in. After finally getting all of them in with out crumbling them, he hid the large glass bottle under his cloak, and tried to move as fast as possible out of the room.

'Fifty points gone… two months of Snape… and my Hogsmeade excursion cancelled… the price I have to pay for not blowing up Malfoy's potion and knocking over some flowers…' Harry's depressed voice echoed around the hall as he walked with Ron towards where they were to meet Hermione. The day was soon going to end, and night would form. Both Ron and Harry had just finished their last class, which was Divination, and had just got off the frustrating moving staircases.

'He's a bit harsh on you don't you think?' Ron spluttered, itching the side of his nose as they continued to walk along the dim corridors. Harry shrugged a bit, before he sighed and looked down to the ground. He then looked back up to his redheaded friend, and tried to smile.

'He will always find a reason to get me into trouble, one day he might actually succeed in getting me expelled.'

'Na, you're Harry Potter; doubt you'll be expelled, not in a million years.' Ron protested.

Harry forced a laugh at Ron's words, but looked away with thought. True, his name got him by a lot – in the Wizard world anyway. Deep down he knew he couldn't imagine Dumbeldore actually expelling him, but always had the forming picture on the back of his mind. As his years at Hogwarts passed, the picture began to fall into position.

'Anyway, as we knows its just Snape,' Ron continued on, 'he'd take points from Gryffindor even if you sneezed in class.'

'Harry, Ron,' came a familiar female's voice, 'are you both quite ready?'

Both boys looked up to see Hermione Granger – one of the smartest students in the school. Her below shoulder length frizzy hair and hazel brown eyes were always the first things both Harry and Ron noticed, causing them to know straight away it was Hermione. She stood holding something, something that made her hands and lower half of her arms invisible.

'You've got it already?' Harry asked, noticing the thing she was holding was his father's invisibility cloak – the first Christmas present he had ever got from his parents, in his first year at Hogwarts. She nodded briskly, before turning to Ron with her predictable glare.

'Someone left the door open in the boy's dormitories, I suspected Ron.'

'Wohh?' Ron scoffed, screwing up his face at the female Gryffindor, 'why me? I wasn't the last out!'

'Yeah you were,' whispered Harry, allowing a small smile to appear on his face, 'remember, you pushed Neville Longbottom out when he was complaining about his Divination homework –'

'Alright, point taken.' Scoffed Ron, giving another delectable smile to Hermione who was simply ignoring him. She then however looked over to Harry, and handed him the cloak before she opened her mouth.

'You do know, I don't think this is right,' she said to him, tilting her eyebrows the slightest bit, 'I think we should just leave Snape get the ingredients himself. I mean, if we were able to get them back without anyone knowing, and you got them in Snape's office without him knowing, what is your plan for when Snape asks you how they got there? Stupid really, I just think it would be getting you into more trouble –'

'But,' Harry stopped her, 'Snape began to go on about how they were essential; what if they were for Lupin's werewolf potion or something? Look, you don't have to come, but I want to go and get them before it's too late.'

Harry then turned his back on both Hermione and Ron, feeling a hex of worry overcome his mind. Never the less, he began to move off in the other direction, Ron beginning to follow him. Ron then looked back to see if Hermione was coming, and gave her a funny expression. She then sighed at him, and slowly but surely began to follow behind them.

'Alright I'll come,' Harry heard Hermione say behind them, 'but it's not going to change my opinion, just to let you know.'

'Anyway,' Ron changed the subject suddenly, causing Hermione to lower her eyebrows a tint, 'did you hear Harry's punishment?'

Hermione looked to the back of Ron's head, and shook hers.

'What was it?'

'Fifty points off,' Harry told, 'two months detention and my Hogsmeade cancelled.'

'What?' Hermione barked, sending a small fright wave onto Ron, 'Cancelled? He can't do that can he?'

'Yeah he can,' Harry informed her, 'he's already talked to Professor McGonagall about it. As far as I know, I'm not going…'

'Now that's uncalled for,' Hermione growled. 'You should go have a word to Professor McGonagall about that, Snape's being far to hard on you.'

'That's why I think whatever I knocked over was really important, I mean if it was just a simple ingredient that was easy to come by, I might of got it slightly easier.' Harry mumbled. Ron could see in the corner of his eye, Hermione reaching down into her cloak for something. She then pulled out a little hand sized book reading, 'The everyday Wizard hand book of Potions' and held it up.

'I browed this from the library,' she told them, causing Harry to stop in his tracks and turn around to Hermione along with Ron. 'It's a standard book of potions. Although, the flower looking things aren't in here. I wish I knew the name – notice he didn't have it printed on the bottle?'

'He had something on the bottle,' Harry mentioned. He then felt down into the inside pockets of his cloak where he had both the bottle and the piece of paper he found earlier, and pulled out the paper. 'All it says is substances from dark forest, meaning they're from the dark forest. All I know is that they are a night flower, and they only come out at night.'

Ron then pointed to where the dim light source was coming from before looking towards the half moon floating in the sky.

'It will be dark soon, give it about half an hour.'

'And in that time Harry, we could go and check up on night flowers in the library. It might also give me some background on what sort of potions we will be brewing this term.' Hermione told thoughtfully, changing their directions so it was towards the Hogwarts library. Ron rolled his eyes at Hermione without her seeing, getting a smirk from Harry as he did.

'Another A report card to hand on the Hermione-wall-of-fame?' Ron asked sarcastically. Hermione rolled her eyes at Ron's statement, and placed the book back in her pocket.

'My grades this year is important.'

'More then the last?' Ron asked, sarcastically again.

'For your information, Ronald, year six and seven are the most important years in Hogwarts. If you flunk this year, there's really no point in going on.'

Ron didn't bother to say something back to Hermione. He just continued following Harry towards the school library.

As soon as the three Gryffindor students entered the library, Argus Filch gave them a dirty look. He stood over in a corner, all crouched up, unbrushed greasy hair and stroking his cat, Mrs Norris. Harry looked away from him as the walked threw the library, now letting Hermione take the lead.

'Night flowers…' she whispered to herself, beginning to search threw a shelf. 'Ah, here we go.' Hermione sparked, pulling out a rather old and tatty looking black book blew the dusk off and clutched it close to her chest.

'Is that even what they're called?' asked Ron. Harry shrugged a bit while Hermione completely ignored his question. He gave a small snort as Hermione began to flick threw the pages of the old looking book.

'The reference should say something…' she mumbled, looking each page up and down. 'Oh there, page three thousand and twenty four.' Hermione then flicked to the page number she read, and began scanning it up and down.

'Hay Harry,' Ron looked towards Harry, a now more brightful look overcame his face. 'Remember, the Marauder's map? The one Fred and Gorge gave you in third grade? Use that again, it will show you all the directions!'

'No!' growled Hermione, who had her ear open at Ron's words. 'You've used that thing quite enough! What do you plan to do when Snape asks you to attend detention on that day?'

'Did he say, all of your Hogsmeade trips were canceled?' asked Ron, completely ignoring Hermione's statement. Harry gave a slight shrug at him, before looking down to Hermione.

'But Hermione,' he mumbled, 'I really want to go this year.'

'Yeah, let the poor bloke go,' Ron told her shamefully, patting Harry over the back. Hermione narrowed her eyebrows up to both Ron and Harry, right before shaking her head again.

'It's against the rules – '

'What are you going to do about it when he does come?' protested Ron, frowning towards the brunet girl. 'Go tell Professor McGonagall?'

'No…' sighed Hermione, turning away from Harry. 'I wouldn't tell on you Harry – I just think you're pushing your luck. I mean, what if you are caught? Now you would be in more trouble then you are now.'

'I won't be,' Harry said straight. 'Don't worry; I'll be extra careful. Now, did you find anything on that flower?'

'Kozmose, more commonly known as the night flower, is an interesting flower, which only grows and blooms in the night.' Hermione began reading, not noticing the happy look that was now spread across Ron's face.

'Well duh,' grunted Ron. 'Why would it grow in the day if it was a night flower?'

'Shhh! Now… it says it's usually used in brewing advanced sanity potions, and is usually something to do with immortal creatures.' She said, looking down to the book's words with confusion floating around in her mind. 'Not used much at all. At the max, three potions.'

'Advanced sanity potions? Immortal creatures? Bloody nut case if you ask me!' told Ron, now having his arms crossed and shaking his head. Harry however, looked down to Hermione with suspicion; wondering what it was referring to when it said what it said.

'You mean,' he spoke, 'Lupin's sanity potion? For when he transforms into a werewolf that is, the potion Snape makes him to keep his sanity?'

'No,' Hermione said almost straight away. 'It says here this flower is almost impossible to come by, and potions including it is barely ever brewed. The other ingredients don't look familiar to me though, they all look way too complicated.'

'Surprising,' Ron said sarcastically, 'Mione found something she didn't know!'

'Oh shut up Ronald… no, I've never seen this kind of potion before, I'll have to borrow this book out and read about it.'

'But,' Harry forced words out of his mouth, not quite sure on why he needed these ingredients. 'Why would Snape want to make something like that?'

'Sounds fishy to me if you ask me,' Ron said, 'when it says immortal, it means someone like… you-know-who, doesn't it?'

Hermione didn't answer for a moment, while Harry's suspicion was rising. Her finger led down the page, and before Ron had a chance to say something else, the brown-haired girl shook her head.

'No,' she told them. 'None of the three potions would have any effect on you-know-who, unless he was a Vampire…it seems to refer to Vampires. Like, keeping its sanity or memories; you know, after someone's been bitten, they go insane? Can't go into the sunlight and have an urge for blood?'

'So now you're telling me there's Vampires in the school! One of the blonde students sorted into Ravenclaw the other day looked like a Vampire – now the whole bloody school's infected!' Ron chocked, throwing his hands down at his side. 'What next? Lupin's family pack of werewolves move to the school?'

Hermione glared up to Ron, shaking her head at his words. She then closed the book, and turned around to both him and Harry.

'It's probably for tomorrow's lesson – and no Ron, why would he want to? Keep a Vampire's sanity? It would be cruel, really cruel. Snape is cruel, but he wouldn't be that cruel.' She croaked, pushing herself up right before taking hold of the book.

'How's that meant to be cruel?' inquired Ron, giving Hermione a dirty look. Harry then was knocked out of his deep thoughts, and turned to Ron with a vacant expression printed across his face.

'Well, just think Ron, if you were a Vampire, and your sanity was brought back to you, it would be a pretty brutal thing to do. You'd be cursed to walk the earth as the living dead, and if you were sane and completely the same as you were in your mind before you were attacked, you wouldn't really like the idea of sucking off of someone's neck in order to survive. Would Snape be that cruel?' he asked then, turning to Hermione.

'I wouldn't think so, I mean, who would be important enough for him to have to be able to keep their sanity? Besides, I think it's all rot. There's no Vampires around, and he's brewing the potion for class tomorrow.'

Hermione reopened the book and continued reading down the page, while Ron stood trying to read over her shoulder. Harry however, felt a cold aurora's presents within the library. He then noticed fog. Light amounts of fog floating above him, forming like a cloud. Whispers then filled Harry's ears, but he couldn't quite make out what the whispers were saying… then just when he thought he was imagining things, he felt the pressure of a hand on his shoulder.

Harry shot around, alarming Hermione and Ron by his actions. He then looked hard at the space behind him, his eyebrows tensed with confusion. Hermione looked up to him, while Ron turned to him with an unsure look spreading across his face.

'Harry?' Hermione asked.

'You all right?' asked Ron.

Harry looked down to them, the confusion in his eyes rising.

'Did, did you two see anyone behind me?'

'What?' snorted Ron.

'No Harry, why?' asked Hermione. 'But were you whispering?'

Harry's face became whiter at the moment, before he took another look behind him. He then looked up to the fog, which was now drifting out an open window – revealing that the day was now night. Harry then turned back around to Hermione and Ron, and nodded.

'I heard whispering… I don't know what they were saying though… come on, it's dark – let's go get some food then replace them.'

The three students had now left the library, and had gone down to the great hall for their dinnertime feast. Hermione, Harry and Ron talked over what had happened in the library, but then was interrupted by Pansy Parkinson, who offhandedly asked Ron had he shagged Hermione, which caused him to put Pansy at the top of his hating list – just above Snape. This year Ron was making a hate list – and so far, it was mainly Snape, Pansy and Draco. Half way threw dinner, the three students had left, and with the use of Harry's father's invisibility cloak, they were able to safely make it into the dark forest – in search of the Kozmose flowers; the night flower.

'Harry, we don't even know where to start searching first!' came the whispered snap from Hermione as she pushed a branch away from her face.

Harry turned around to Hermione and Ron, who were struggling to make their way through the over grown trees.

'I know, but we have to at least try. This may not be the best start off to the year, but I reckon if I just get these flowers, it might get better. Would be nice if I could make this year a good year.'

'That's what you said last year though…' mumbled Ron as he looked above him to where a spider's web was.

'But still, if we get caught being in here, at this hour of the time without a Professor we'll get in even more trouble then you knocking over the plants. Why can't we just go back now and not get points taken off Gryffindor, then let Snape get them himself?' asked Hermione looking Harry in the eye.

Harry simply shook his head with out even thinking about what she just said. She was right though; but he didn't want to risk his ears, knowing they would experience eternal ringing after the yelling he would get from Snape when he did find out he had gone into the dark forest without anyone knowing and got him the ingredients.

'No, Snape wanted those plants for something, something so important that he wouldn't tell us. Look, you don't have to get into trouble Hermione, just go back now if you don't want to be caught.'

'Did you ever clean up the mess in his office?' Ron asked him quietly, dodging a hanging spider in front of his face. Harry looked back at Ron threw his glasses, a small grin overcoming his serious face.

'I'm not that dimwitted Ron.'

Harry continued to venture on into the dark forest with Hermione and Ron following him close behind. As the half moon's beam of white light became harder to see due to the over grown branches forming the canapé far up above the heads of the three Hogwarts students. As they continued to move off further into the darkness, the fog became thicker and the cold breeze more effective to the skin of Ron.

'God, bloody cold out here don't you reckon?' mumbled Ron, breaking the silence as he clutched his arms around his chest with a vacant expression. Hermione rolled her eyes and continued to push her way threw the undersized vines, and Harry didn't seem to bother to turn around at Ron's words. Ron sensed the sudden tension between both Hermione and Harry, and knew it was best if he just kept his mouth shut and didn't interfere. For once it wasn't him and Hermione.

'I still think it's wrong…' muttered Hermione, glaring at the back of Harry.

'You didn't have to come you know,' said Ron not looking her in the face, 'if you're going to complain then why did you come in the first place?'

Hermione didn't bother to answer back with something stylish, and tried to ignore the fact that he was right. Ron kept walking, felling his temptation of having the last say suddenly die down into a relived feeling.

Harry stopped all of a sudden, and in front of him was a large blue-green coloured tree with bright orange and purple coloured flowers. It was also almost covered in light green coloured vines with nothing but thorns on them. Then there was the over sized grass surrounding it, making it hard to actually reach the tree.

'Mental tree…' Ron muttered as he gazed up at the glowing light it was letting off. Hermione gave a strange look to Ron, but then turned to Harry could see her.

'So Harry, how we planning on actually reaching the substances?' asked Hermione, observing the tree closely, 'it doesn't look at all easy, see if you can spot a given way we can use.'

Harry stood as still as he could for a moment, looking around everywhere for an easier way to the tree then having to physically make a way threw the tall grass. Then over by another bush, he was able to make out a track that had been used recently.

'Look, there's a trail to the tree, I can get to it through there.'

Harry walked closer to the grassy track, which looked like the easiest way to reach the tree. And it was. He reached up and placed as many flowers as he could into the bottle, making sure he was able to make this trip out into the dark forest worthwhile. As he picked them, he noticed they had a strong smell of peaches and cream; which made him regret not finishing his dissert at dinner in the great hall. Both Hermione and Ron watched him closely as he almost finished storing the flowers into the bottle. He then screwed the lid on as tight as he could possibly screw it, before backing out and showing the amount he gathered to Ron and Hermione.

'Now, give me the bottle,' Hermione said in a casual tone, 'we'll sneak back into Snape's office and put this back on his desk before any one realizes we're out of bed, ok?'

'What's bloody Snape complaining about,' Ron grunted suddenly, 'these weren't hard to come by! You just continuing heading in a straight line when going into the dark forest! Mental he is…'

'I can fill that one in,' Hermione blurted. 'It only blooms every six years, and when it does bloom it only blooms four months of the year. Snape would have to stock up on them if he were to make a potion for a Vampire…'

'For the last bloody time.' Growled Ron, 'There are no Vampires around. If they are, and Snape is feeding this ruddy potion to one, I predict a B on your next assignment.'

'You were the one saying that Vampires were around,' told Hermione, staring towards Ron straightly. 'I don't believe he is.'

Harry didn't hesitate on handing Hermione the bottle, but almost dropped it when all three of them heard a rustle in the trees above them. He spun around at the noise, which had just caught his ears and gave an alarming look to Hermione. She as well gave the look to him like she was in the same situation of suspicion as he was.

'Harry, did you hear that?' Hermione broke the small moments of silence as she clasped the bottle of flowers and pulled them close to her chest. Harry looked up above him where he saw nothing but the treetops and black sky, then sighed.

'Yeah, I heard something before – not now though.'

The sudden rustle came again, this time slightly louder. And this time, it had a greater effect on the ears of the three wizard students. Ron turned to Harry, his eyelids as open as they possibly could and his eyebrows tilted upwards.

'Harry?'

Harry moved his hand to his scar, attempting to stop the sudden burning feeling he got from what ever made the rustle. He turned back to both Ron and Hermione, and gave them a puzzled look as the small breeze began to pick up threw out the forest.

'My scar, it's starting to burn.'

'We should get out of here right now Harry, come on!' muttered Hermione right before grabbing Harry's arm and pulling him, 'Anything could be out here that this time, and your scar burning isn't something to make us feel more comfortable.'

'Wait for me!' Ron freaked as he followed Hermione and Harry as they moved away from the tree.

The sky was pitch black, and the half moon was high above them. The chilly breeze that suddenly picked up moved in and out of Hermione's long waves of hair, which startled Harry as he tried to remember which way they had come from. As he looked around, it almost felt like his head was starting to spin around and around not stopping.

'Harry, what's that?' Hermione pointed out, pointing over to something left of Harry. Harry turned around, and saw something that didn't quite make sense. His green eyes narrowed threw his round glasses at what he was seeing, and then turned to Hermione.

'Is that… a human?'

'It's a Vampire!' Ron hissed sarcastically, getting his foot flattened by Hermione.

There, lying under a curved rock was a body. A young girl what it looked to be, from the back.

She had jet-black coloured hair that looked to be neat despite the position she was in, pale white skin, an almost lifeless looking body and a small light red silk nightdress on. She was huddled up in a ball, looking cold and half alive.

'Is, is she dead?' stuttered Ron, looking at her body lying there not moving. Hermione shook her head then pointed out the slight movement the sleeping girl made.

'No, she's alive, look. She's breathing. Harry, do you think we should take her back? She looks awfully pale. She maybe sick?'

Harry wasn't able to answer before there was another rustles in the bushes, but this time it wasn't from above; it was on the ground near them. His words were cut off, and at the moment he was more interested in getting out of the situation they were in.

'What's that?' muttered Ron, being too afraid to look behind him. Harry didn't answer; instead he grabbed the both of Hermione and Ron's arms and moved towards the exit of the Dark forest.

'Come on, we've got what we want, we'll come back tomorrow or something –'

'Harry! Does keeping a clean record matter more then saving some girl's life?!' spat Hermione glaring at him only just enough to make him feel a large amount of guilt run through his body.

'She's a Vampire,' continued Ron, 'she doesn't have a life –'

'Ron!'

He only looked back at Hermione with a look of pure guilt on his face, and then continued to move towards the direction, which would lead them out of the dark forest. Hermione stood stone still in her position for only a moment, before giving in and following Ron's footsteps. The last thing said was an alarmed murmur from Hermione, who wasn't impressed at all with Harry's decisions. Ron then felt like it was his part to remind her, that she didn't want to come out here in the first place.

The girl, who Hermione had insisted on helping, had managed to open one eye; one cold emerald green eye. Even the dim moon's light was enough to reflect a shine onto the girl's eye, and then followed by a small, icy red glint. Then came the other eye, opening as slowly as the first eye did. Only now, this eye wasn't emerald green – it was an icy blue. The girl, had two different coloured eyes.

She was obviously in a lot of pain judging by her vacant expression painted on her ice white face. On the right side of her face, she had a large scratch – most likely from a large pawed dog or wolf. Her lips were a heavy red-purple colour while her pitch-black hair moved gently in the slight wind, which passed her by. Her finger moved lightly. That was about all the strength she had in her was to be able to move her finger.

'Ms D'mar…?' a faint but deep vocal whisper of a male. The young girl's eyes were able to gather up enough strength in her mind to move her eyeballs to the direction of where the voice was coming from. There, she saw a tall man with dark clothing on and hair almost as black as her own. The Potions master of Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry – Professor Severus Snape.

He moved over to her quietly holding a smoking glass filled with some sort of substance. Leaning down her, he pushed his large cloak backwards in able to give him more room. After taking another breath, he opened his mouth.

'Ms D'mar,' he repeated, 'how are you feeling…?'

Snape brushed his hand across her ice-cold face lifting her fringe slightly. She found the strength to be able to focus her eyes up onto Snape's face, trying to give him at least a smile.

'…Oh, weak Professor…' she was able to stutter in a muddled Irish/English accent.

The girl now tried to hide the pain she felt from just moving her face expression just to smile. But it didn't work very well; Snape was able to pick up the problem straight away.

'You're weak Ms D'mar, too weak. If it weren't for that Potter, you wouldn't be this weak. He thinks he'll be fine now. Now that he's been in here, gathered up the Kozmose substances I had which he destroyed. Ms D'mar… drink this. It will help you regain some of your strength, enough to keep you alive until I am able to brew the potion you need.'

Snape tilted the glass so that the potion he had just made would run into her mouth with out her having to do any thing but have the strength to swallow. The girl loathed the taste of the potion, but she wasn't strong enough to push it away or be bothered to vomit it back up. It tasted like melted rubber, wiped under someone's underarms then left for a day in the scorching sun then drowned in garlic and sprinkled with blood. But she needed it, if she wanted to live.

'The potion should be ready in the next few days. When morning comes, make sure you move, find somewhere where no one will find you. The potion I just gave you will kick in with in the next few minutes. Ok?'

She didn't really give him an answer, merely a mutter right before he eyelids closed. Snape didn't take his eyes off of her then, surprisingly took off his cloak and placed it on top of her acting as a cover. He then made sure she was tuckered in tight before he even considered standing up and heading back towards Hogwarts castle.

'Goodnight, Ms D'mar…'

This seemed like it was something Snape would never do, but for some reason this time, he had a soft spot for this certain girl who appeared to be sick. Or was it just his job…? Who was she?

Harry stood outside of the Potions master's door, thinking on how his afternoons of freedom would now come to an end, now that he had to return the freshly picked flowers to Snape's desk. Along side of him was Ron, looking almost as paranoid as Harry did. Hermione had ventured off to bed, after Ron and Harry both told her they were going to their beds.

'It was better off she didn't come,' Harry heard Ron say to him, 'she would of bitten your ear off with her sick girl stories. Still reckon she was a Vampire.'

'True… and Ron I seriously doubt she was, she was sleeping and it was dark. Anyway, have you got my dad's cloak ready?' Harry then asked him, throwing out his hand. Ron nodded his head and placed the cloak in his hand, right before Harry threw it around himself; completely covering his body. He then looked to Ron, and nodded his head.

'Now when I say go, you knock on the door and run. That way when he moves off to find who did it, it will give me sometime to put these back alright?'

'Yeah, alright, but make it quick – if he catches me – '

'He won't, just run ok? Now, go!' Harry whispered, just as he pulled the remaining part of his cloak over his lips. Ron then nodded to him, and gulped. He raised his hand, and scrunched it up into a ball and then closed his eyes. A few moments passed before Ron actually built up the nerve to knock. He then threw his fist forward and hit the door hard about three times, before backing up and running behind the closest corner. Harry then took a breath and closed his eyes; waiting for the screech noise to come from the needing oil hinges of Snape's office door.

He continued waiting, waiting for the doorknob to turn and Snape's sour expression greed him at the door. But, after about a minute of waiting, Harry noticed no one was answering the door. Harry turned from the door, his eyebrows lowered at the mishap and listening to hear if he could hear any signal of Snape actually being in his office.

'Ron,' he whispered, 'Ron, I don't think he's in there.'

'Wohh?' he heard Ron's voice call out, 'wohh you mean he's not in there?'

'Well, come knock again, he hasn't answered yet and I don't hear him in there.' Said Harry, pushing his ear closer against the door. Ron's face then peeked around the corner of the hall and has a perplexed expression towards Harry's words.

'Me do it again? Why can't you?'

'Oh come on Ron, just one more. He's prolly not even in there.'

Ron then rolled his eyes in the back of his head, before he actually made his decision on whether he was going to come back or not. As he moved back, he looked around where Harry was standing and threw his hand out at him.

'Aw, what was that for?' sniffed Harry.

'Sorry, I didn't know where you were.' Ron told him, right before he tightened his fist again. He knocked then twice, this time not running towards the corner of the hall. He waited for Snape to come to the door – but he never did. Ron then looked to where he saw Harry last, and shook his head.

'I don't think he's there.'

'That's what I said.'

'You can take that cloak off now though. Just go in, and drop the bottle off. He's prolly gone now off into the dark forest to get more of whatever you knocked over… come on quick before he comes back.' Said Ron, egging on Harry to open the door, put down the substances and then get out of the area.

Harry took his hood off, and looked to the doorknob in thought. He then closed his lips and nodded his head. It was better he got it over and done with now before Snape came back to his office to where ever he was before hand.

'Alright.' Harry moved his hand forward, and placed it on the old grew doorknob. He then took a small gulp before he twisted the knob and realized it was not locked. He then pushed forward on it, opening it successfully. He then peeked his head around the door and into the room, where he saw no one, no one but an endless shelf of bottles, with potion ingredients. Harry then looked back to Ron, and shook his head.

'There's no one in here. Come on; let's get this over and done with before he comes back. Keep an eye on the door incase you can hear him coming.'

Harry then fully entered the room, slowly making his way over to where he knocked the same potion over yesterday. Ron then slowly followed, getting a slight bit distracted from his watch after his eyes laid upon the seeable papers spread out across Snape's desk.

He then looked up to see Harry trying to work out exactly where to put the bottle, and then looked back down to the tempting papers. Ron lifted his head so he was able to see over the bookstand on the desk, and also to get a closer glimpse of what the papers had on them. He recognized these papers as the same ones Hermione had stopped him reading earlier, and couldn't help but allow the temptation for reading them take over his body.

'Hay Harry,' he whispered, ignoring their safety now and picking up one of the papers, 'it's the overview of our class for the term… bloody hell, Hermione's going to have a great time figuring out what half of this stuff means.'

'Ron!' snapped Harry, having the bottle still in his grasp, 'put those down! You're meant to be watching; Snape will kill us if he saw us now!'

'All right,' shrugged Ron, throwing the piece of paper back down onto the table, 'just thought you'd like to know about what we're doing this – oh hell! He's making us to two exams this term! One a few weeks in then one at the end of –'

'Ron!' Harry hissed again, having his eyes lead back to the redhead who was holding one of Snape's papers again, 'I thought I told you to put them down!'

'Harry! Two exams!'

'What? Two? Ron! Just put it down and let's get out of here!' Harry hissed again, now having the bottle out of his hands and moving towards the door. Ron then let go of the temptation and followed Harry towards the door, trying to get the last glimpse of the paper as he went.

'And tomorrow he's making some potion! One that… I can't read the name of –'

'Ron for God's sake just put the paper down and – ' But Harry's words were put to a halt when he heard footsteps from outside the door moving closer to the room. Harry's whole body froze, while Ron tried to cover himself with the cloak Harry had over him.

'Quick, give some of that to me!'

'Shhh! Come on, we're getting out right now!'

Harry pulled Ron completely under the safety of the cloak, making sure the whole thing covered his entire body. He and Ron then began to quickly make their way out of the room; but not quick enough for the wind to pick up under their cloak. As soon as they were out of the danger of being inside Snape's office, they saw Snape in the short distance walking towards his office with the Squib of the school; Argus Filch and his red-eyed cat, Mrs Norris.

'How weak is her?' they heard an echoed whisper of Filch as he stroked the back of his cat. Harry and Ron gave each other a bit of a confused look, before the looked back to Snape and Filch.

'Appallingly weak I'm afraid. Students, such as certain members of the Gryffindor house should watch their step in my office for now on…' Snape's cold whisper was heard, causing a cold shiver to fall down Harry's spine. Ron looked to Harry again, feeling more terrified then he looked.

'You?' he mouthed to Harry, who didn't give him any sign of an answer. Harry's heart beat began to beat faster, once he saw the sour expression on Snape's pale face rise when he saw the door to his office open, and Snape begin to enter.

'Open sir?' they heard Filch's voice croak, at the sight of Snape's office door open.

'It appears to be… and I have a pretty good feeling on who has been in here…' his now annoyed tone growled. Harry began to back away slowly, as Snape's eyes began to travel around the hall, looking for him. Both Ron and Harry picked up the speed in which they were traveling, and was able to get away from Snape's rage before it topped.

Harry sprinted around the corner with a sharp turn, clutching onto the side of Ron's jumper for him to keep up with his running pace. Ron however was panting like mad – Snape's office was a pretty far distance from the Gryffindor common room. Harry didn't dare to turn around; the thought of Snape's ugly frown following them was enough to curse them.

'Harry,' breathed Ron, 'do, do you think he followed us? Do you think he knew it was us?'

'Of cause he knew it was us,' croaked Harry. 'I was the only one that knew those ingredients came from the dark forest, of cause he will suspect me…'

Harry then swallowed the remaining saliva he had in his mouth, and took another breath. Ron then gathered up the nerve to turn behind him to see whether Snape had followed them – but saw nothing but the odd prefect strolling around, looking for students who were out of bed.

'Now, we'll have to face him tomorrow in Potions… I'm not looking forward to that class… the homework was way to hard… have you done it?'

But Harry didn't answer him; he stood looking like he was in deep thought. He then looked up from the ground, and back to Ron.

'Yeah,' he was able to say. 'I'm not looking forward to that class either… when do we have it tomorrow? Second?'

'First…' Ron sighed. 'We had to write this essay you know, did you do it?'

'No,' he sighed, 'if only I had a little work monkey to do it for me…'

'Hermione's my working monkey,' Ron laughed, 'she does all my homework for me… only thing she asks in return is that I look after her adorable pussy.' Ron said, curling his tongue with disgust.

'What!?' Harry exclaimed, almost attracting the attention of one of the prefects. The male Gryffindor prefect in the hall behind them came to a halt, but then continued his stride after failing to see both Ron and Harry who were remaining still underneath the invisibility cloak.

'Crookshanks…her cat Harry you sussed idiot!'

Harry's cheeks flew pink, right before he adjusted his glasses so he could see better. Ignoring his embarrassment, he then moved off to the Fat Lady picture and pulled the invisibility cloak from his body.

'Crookpussyness,' said Harry briefly, ignoring Ron behind him.

'I already told you! Just the cat! Gees, what have you been reading today?' protested Ron, giving a dirty look to Harry.

'No…that's the password remember…? Hermione was in charge of picking the password this year.' He informed Ron, who was now looking less dirty.

'Oh,' Ron muttered. 'Yeah… stupid password if you ask me… bloody mental that girl is.'

The Fat Lady bowed a slight bit, before allowing the picture frame to open and reveal the inside of the Gryffindor common room. The walls were painted royal red, and the Gryffindor flags fell from random places. Not many students were up – and the ones that were weren't in uniform.

'Finally Harry,' Neville Longbottom stuttered, holding his fat ugly toad named Trevor. 'You should meet the new girl – she's from Australia, well, she was from London to begin with, but then she moved to Australia and then back to London. She's really nice…' his cheeks suddenly flashed a horrible fuchsia colour.

Harry forced a laugh, while Ron gave a dirty look to the animal that was now approaching them.

'What's that?'

In front of them, was a creature, ginger coloured fur and walking on four legs towards them. It then stood up, facing them with its large brown eyes.

'A tree monkey?' muttered Harry, looking down to the skinny looking animal. Ron looked towards him, a confused expression appearing on his face.

'Who the heck would have a tree monkey?' he mumbled, as the creature moved closer to him, giving him a little grin. Ron forced a step backwards, eyeing the monkey as it continued to come closer and closer.

'I, I think it wants you to pick it up,' said Neville, backing away from it – even though it barely noticed him. Ron gave another dirty look to the creature, while Harry began to laugh.

'Pick it up Ron,' he laughed, causing Ron to shoot a shocked look at him.

'Me pick that thing up?'

'That thing has a name,' a female's English accent rang out, 'his name is Mione.'

Both Neville and Ron went bright pink at the stranger's words, while Harry gave another laugh. Ron looked up from the monkey, to see a female Gryffindor student standing behind it.

Standing there was a fifth year blonde girl, hands on her perfect hips, and a little smile approaching her pale face. Harry looked up to the new student, allowing a random pinkness to spread over his own face. Her sky blue eyes and pretty complexion appeared too much for Neville – he fell back on one of the red velvet lounges with a hot red face.

'You guys always this articulate?' she asked. 'Whoa I said a long word!'

Ron stared at her straight, not noticing that the monkey was now half way up his right leg, making sudden movements that caused Harry to laugh again.

'Er, Ron?' Harry was able to force out, while laughing. 'I think Mione is… enjoying your leg.'

'ARGH!' Ron shouted suddenly, looking down to the monkey who had mistaken Ron's leg for another female monkey. 'Get it off! Get it OFF!'

Ron began throwing his leg back and forward, trying to force the tree monkey off of his leg. But obviously, its grip was way stronger then Ron's force. As he stumbled around the room, Harry couldn't help but laugh at his struggle. The new Gryffindor student began giggling at the ginger haired boy as he rolled all over the couch, always failing in removing the terribly horny monkey.

'Harry!' shouted Ron, 'Get this mental thing OFF of me!'

'Here,' the girl then said, gently bending down and clapping her hands twice. 'Here Mione, come on, come to mummy!'

The monkey almost immediately jumped off of Ron's now scratched leg, and ran towards the student. It ran right into her arms, and then up onto her shoulders where it sat and gazed at Ron. She giggled a bit more at Ron's bright red face, before throwing her hand out towards Harry.

'You're Harry Potter right?' she asked, eyes glittering at his name. Harry blushed a little, before nodding at her and throwing out his hand, which met with hers and shook.

'Yes, I am. What's yours?'

'Jacs,' she said willingly, beginning to bounce around saying, 'he touched my hand!'

Ron pushed himself up from the couch, and gave a disgusted look to the monkey who was smiling at him from Jacs' shoulders. He then turned away from it to Harry, giving him the most irritated look he could ever give.

'That monkey just made it past Pansy on my list.' He mumbled, trying to ignore the fact that he would have to look at his leg sometime before the morning. Harry forced another laugh, before looking back to Jacs – who stood there still, gazing at him almost as much as her monkey gazed at Ron.

'Have you met Hermione Granger? The one with the name that sounds like your monkey's?' Harry asked, remembering the name of the new student's monkey was also sometimes the nickname of both Ron and his friend. Jacs' face suddenly looked as if she had swallowed an unripe lemon, before taking one step back from Harry.

'Oh I've met her…' she mumbled, having an evil tone about her voice. 'So did my monkey.'

'Yeah, did it hump her leg too?' Ron asked, using Neville's scarf to wipe unwanted substances from his leg. Jacs turned to Ron; a bright smile spread right across her face.

'It shat in her hair!' she giggled, causing a stunned look to appear on Ron's face. He couldn't help but smirk a little at the thought, then finally leading off into a laugh. Harry also laughed, causing Jacs' gazes to get deeper and deeper. She finally broke though, when her attention was drawn away by her monkey's yawns.

'I'd better take my honey to bed,' she told them, nodding her head as she talked. 'Pleased to meet you Harry… aw before I go, can I have a hug?' she asked Harry, her cheeks becoming pinker by the second. Neville, who was on the other side of the room with Ron blushed at just looking at her, and then finally turned away.

Harry however simply smiled at the new student's request, and opened up his arms. Jacs came closer to him, and threw her arms around him tight, while he pulled her into a warm embrace. Neville remained not looking at the hug, while Ron was more concerned about the scratches on his leg.

If Jacs had stayed within Harry's arms for any longer then a few seconds, her face would of burnt up. She backed away slowly, blushing like mad.

'Thank you Harry,' she giggled, her cheeks still pink. 'A lovely welcome hug.' She then smiled and nodded her head again at Harry, who seemed amused by the new student's flushes.

'Well, nice to meet you again Jacs,' he said sweetly, smiling. 'I'll see you tomorrow morning.'

'You too Harry,' she was able to mutter, turning away from Harry with her cheeks bright pink. As she began to walk up the girl's dormitory stairs with her monkey upon her shoulder, she began to say to herself inside her mind, Next time don't act so shy Jacs you moron! You touched him! Memo to self: never wash these clothes!

Still remaining in the common room, Harry turned to Ron with an embarrassed smile planted upon his face.

'She was a bit nervous about me wasn't she?'

'Yeah – that bloody monkey of hers wasn't too nervous about meeting me though… stupid thing; look what it's done to me pants! Argh, I'm never wearing these things again… I rename them the monkey pants…'

Harry laughed a bit at his complaints, before noticing how bashful Neville now looked, standing alone in a corner with his toad Trevor.

'You went all quiet when she came down,' said Harry, looking towards him. 'Why's that?'

'I, I, was I?'

'Well, I hope you're feeling guilty Harry, leaving that poor girl out in the dark last night… and to make it worse, it was freezing cold, and who knows what's out there!' Hermione snapped at Harry, that next morning at the breakfast table.

Harry, still felt guilty about leaving the random girl out there last night, and Hermione was making him feel more guilt as she continued to brag about how selfish he was. Maybe he should go back and get her, that's if she's still living. She was right though he hated to admit; it was terribly selfish of him to leave that girl out there in the freezing cold night.

He and Ron however, didn't mention to Hermione yet about what had happened the night before in Snape's office. Ron was literally dieing to warn Hermione about what she had to learn, and the to brag about how he found out before her. Harry though told him to keep his mouth shut until they knew Snape wasn't around and that they were safe. For the moment then, Harry switched his focus back to Hermione and her bagging him out for his selfishness last night.

'Well, Hermione, if it makes you any better, we will go back and look for her. It was selfish of me to care about myself, but… Argh, never mind. After lunch, after we go see Hagrid.'

Ron, who was stuffing his face with the chocolate chip muffins and a cold glass of milk to wash it down almost spat every bit of food out in his mouth at the words he had just heard Harry say.

'Erm, are you right Ron?' Hermione asked with her fine eyebrows raised.

Ron coughed a little then was able to swallow the remaining amount of food he still had in his mouth at the time before he gave a shocked look to both Harry and Hermione.

'Yeah, I'm fine, but going back into the dark forest again? That's like, pushing our luck a lot. I mean, what if old Snape found us? Or Dumbeldore? Or someone… wouldn't be making much of a clean record if you did that Harry, and plus, we're already in the bad books by Snape!'

'Maybe, but you don't understand the point,' cracked Hermione, 'this is someone's life. How would you like it if you were lost and weak in the dark forest and no one helped you?'

'For one I wouldn't be out in the dark forest. But how do we even know she's human? She could be some… creature, something we don't know about, and going back in there is putting our lives at risk! There was prolly a reason on why she was there… some dirty dark forest creature, waiting for some poor victim to attack or some rubbish!' butted Ron, who was now looking more seriously then he ever would for a potions exam.

Hermione gave him no more then a glare, and then looked back to Harry.

'I think, that after we see Hagrid, we go off to get her. And,' she growled as she saw Ron's mouth move to speak, 'we'll take the invisibly cloak with us. Happy, Ron?'

'Still don't see why we have to do this… since when do you care for other people?'

'Since now.' She hiffed at him.

Ron rolled his eyes while Harry completely ignored the fight between them. Harry all of a sudden couldn't help but crack a laugh, which caused both of Hermione and Ron to look at him funny.

'What's so funny?' she asked, her eyebrows risen.

'Ron,' he was able to say, 'how's your leg?'

Ron's face now became sourer. His fist clutched the table, and his eyes pinpointed on the blurred image of a monkey at the end of the table. He then looked back to both Hermione and Harry, his bitter look overtaking his whole face.

'Stupid thing,' he growled, beginning to rub his leg. 'The scratches still hurt!'

'Who did that?' inquired Hermione, looking down to the scratched leg of Ron. Ron pulled up the bottom of his pants; so all the little scratches were visible to Hermione's eyes.

'Bloody monkey, do you know that monkey named Mione? The one that new student has, Jacs was her name Harry?' Ron asked, now looking towards Harry with a deadly glint in his eyes.

Harry gave another laughed, while Hermione went paler then a ghost. She then closed her eyes, and began to brush down the back of her hair.

'Oh yes,' she said, suddenly becoming very staid. 'Rude thing that monkey, thinks it's appropriate to… erm, complete its business within other people's properties.' Hermione said sternly. Both Harry and Ron gave each other a smirk at her sudden stern mood, but simply nodded at her words.

'True.' Was all Harry said.

'Thing came up to me last night and began to bloody root my leg –'

'Ron!' hissed Hermione suddenly, grasping the sides of the table. 'There are first years accompanying us! Show some respect –'

'But it did! It raped my leg!'

'Ron!'

'It's true!' laughed Harry. 'It raped his leg –'

'If I hear one more word about that monkey, there will be trouble. Now, enough of that. Let's move on to our plans for going into the dark forest this lunch.' She began telling them, going pink in her cheeks.

'The name suits the monkey perfectly though,' Ron went on ignoring Hermione. 'Mione the leg rapist –'

'RON! Now, we'd better think of a plan. We'll bring the young girl into the schoolyards,' she suddenly shot a deadly glare to Harry, 'that's if she is still alive. And then we will take her to Dumbeldore's office. Good idea don't you think –'

'You, are mental Hermione! Mental!' growled Ron. 'Going back into that forest after you gave a big speech on how we shouldn't have gone out last night, and that it was wrong, and you were against it! Trapped within the walls of contradiction!' appointed Ron.

'You're loosing it Ronald! The reason we were out there last night was a completely and utterly different reason for why we must go out there today! One, Snape could of got those potions by himself, and two, the reason we want to go out there is because we want to save a girl's life!'

'We'd better get to potions you know,' Harry suddenly interrupted them. 'Snape didn't seem to be in a good mood this morning when I passed him by, lost five points for walking to slow to breakfast…' he said, as a rather confused expression fell upon his face. Hermione raised an eyebrow at him, while Ron merely shrugged.

'We know why.'