They came in as they always did to her office, nervously. Hermione walked with confidence towards her desk while the other two moved behind her cautiously. They found their way to her desk and sat in the three chairs she had placed there.

"You wanted to see us, professor?" Hermione said.

"Yes, thank you all for coming," McGonagall said and took a deep breath to begin. "We're having trouble with two of the third years. Terry Lawrence and Robin Chester. They disappeared two days ago and we have no idea where they are. I was wondering if Mr. Potter might aid us with the use of his infamous map."

Harry pulled the Marauder's map out of his back pocket and spread it on the desk. They spent a long time scanning it, but neither name appeared. McGonagall leaned back in her chair and folded her hands together.

"It's just as I feared. The last time we saw the two of them they were making their way towards the Shrieking Shack," McGongall said.

"I think I know what you're going to say and I would really appreciate it professor if you didn't say it," Ron said.

"We're going to need the three of you to go into the Shrieking Shack and find them."

"Bloody hell," Ron grumbled.

"Mr. Weasley, language."

"Sorry."

"The problem is that Ms. Chester left the castle after we had a discussion about her grades. She was quite upset. I doubt severely if she would want to see any teacher. She does have a bit of an affinity for you, Mr. Potter."

"For me?" Harry said.

"Yes, she looks up to you in a fashion," McGonagall said.

"Okay then, I guess if it's to help her out."

"Where does Terry come into all this?" Hermione asked.

"He, from what I've heard and seen in my classes, has a fairly large crush on the girl. A bit too devoted in this case I would say."

Hermione nodded and the three rose. Harry told them that he wanted to return to the dormitory and pick up his invisibility cloak. He did so and rejoined them back in the grand hall. They set out walking despite the night coming upon them. They made their way to the whomping willow and entered after hitting the knot with a carefully aimed rock. They lit their wands and set out down the tunnel towards the shrieking shack.

Ron had been complaining since they left the castle.

"Why, why do we always get these terrible tasks to perform? It's never, we need the three of you to go into Hogsmeade and have fun and drink a whole bunch of butter beer. 'Go kiss all those girls, Harry and Ron'. No, it's go fight that dragon, go into the forbidden forest and get chased by spiders, go find a serial killer."

"If I remember, I was the only one who fought the dragon," Harry said.

"We were there in spirit."

"No, you weren't!"

"Also, you were given a task to ask a girl out for the yule ball and you were super scared of it," Hermione said. "Moreso than anything else we've ever done."

"I had four years of dealing with dangerous situations and none with girls. Why wouldn't you expect me to be terrified?" Ron asked.

Hermione rolled her eyes in the dark. They had come close to the end of the tunnel. They saw a statue in their way. Hermione looked at it questioningly. They pushed past it then with Harry leading and Ron following made their way up into the Shrieking Shack. Hermione continued to look at the statue.

"Hermione, you coming?" Ron called down into the tunnel.

"Yes!" Hermione said.

With one last look at the statue, Hermione climbed up into the house. They looked around the basement. Harry stepped forward and something paper crunched under his foot.

"What's this?" Harry said.

Polaroids were strewn all about the floor. Harry picked one up and looked at it. It was a picture of one of the gray stone statues. An angel covering its face. There were dozens of them along the floor. In marker were written the words: ARE THEY MOVING? another one said WHERE DID SHE GO?

"Hermione, look at this," Harry said.

He showed her the pictures. Ron was picking them up and looking at them as well.

"They're all of statues," Ron said.

"Who was taking these? Where's the camera?" Harry said.

"Harry, Ron, do you know anything about these two? Terry and Robin?" Hermione asked them. "Whether or not one of them was Muggle born?"

"No, I don't know anything," Ron said.

"Me either," Harry said.

"Let's go look through the rest of the house. Let's leave the pictures here."

They put them on a table and made their way upstairs. Harry advised them to split up. Ron and Hermione took the downstairs while he went upstairs. Ron moved into the kitchen. He looked through a closet and then opened the door to the pantry. He yelled and jumped when he looked inside.

"What the hell? Hermione! Come here!" he said turning to call down the hall to where she was going through the living room.

Hermione got up and walked into the kitchen. She looked around and saw no one. She looked into the pantry and jumped as well. She turned around to look behind her then went to the table that was at the other end of the table. She looked at a table that had food on it. She opened up a jug of milk and sniffed it. She recoiled and closed it back up. She turned around and felt ice wrap around her heart. The pantry was empty.

"Ron? Harry?" she called.

Harry had found a sleeping bag in the upstairs bedroom. He figured that they didn't want to sleep on the awful four poster bed. He had to say that was pretty reasonable. He thought that he heard Hermione call him. He started back through the house. He pulled his wand as he saw a statue of a woman crying in front of the staircase. It hadn't been there before.

"Hermione? Ron?" he yelled down the stairs.

He wondered why the statue wasn't moving when it had made it up the stairs. He kept his eyes on it and then moved towards the bathroom, thinking to hide in there and make sure that nothing got behind him. He turned his head to look into the bathroom.