E/N: This is my first fiction story -- at least here on FanFiction.Net. I'll add more when more people add reviews; I need suggestions. -.- Personal comments or rude stupid comments can be emailed to me. Thanks and enjoy!

-Rebecca

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Mercedes Young was one Professor Dumbledore's best students. Why was she in danger? She was pure blood; his fears were growing. Where was Lord Voldemort? Was Mercedes some sort of prize to kill instead of Harry Potter?

His eyes shifted from her stiff body and turned to Ryan Murphy, her best friend.

"Mr. Murphy, go to the Hospital Ward and get Madame Pomfrey," he ordered. Ryan scurried about, west, toward the Hospital. He bit his fingernails all the way there. Professor Hiaro looked at the boy coming in. She looked at him from above her glasses.

"Yes, Mr. Murphy?" she asked him with suspicion.

"A student has been attacked. Mercedes Young. She was coming along with me to Potions class with Professor Snape, Madame Pomfrey. Professor Dumbledore told me to come and get you--"

"Yes, of course!" Madame Pomfrey said, her anger and annoyance melting away. She scurried with Ryan to the Petrified body and looked down at it. Her eyes widened.

"Near death, Headmaster," Madame Pomfrey whispered, lowering her head. Mercedes' wand was across the corridor, the night air and moonlight shining through the bare windows. Dumbledore bowed his head.

"Get them Mandrake juice," he said, his eyes twinkling with tears. "If these are attacks from the Dark Lord, he wouldn't do this less to my students. I am here, he wouldn't do this. He would kill them and sketch a Dark Mark on their arm.

"Tom Marvolo Riddle, where are you?" he murmured, his eyes searching the body for answers. "Mr. Murphy, please go back to your common room. It is almost past your bedtime."

Ryan picked up the Invisibility Cloak up and walked south. He slipped the cloak onto himself and slid back to where Dumbledore and Pomfrey were.

"Madame, please get some Mandrake juice and heal these two victims," Dumbledore's voice whispered in the night air. Pomfrey's eyes were glazed.

"Madame!" Dumbledore boomed. Pomfrey fell back, Petrified. Ryan looked around him. Suddenly, he saw a shadow on the stairway. He saw it laugh madly and race up the stairs.

Ryan looked at Dumbledore. He looked worried and pointed his wand at his throat. He muttered something and his voice boomed across the school, "All teachers refer to the 2nd North corridor next to the Trophy Room! A student and Madame Pomfrey have been Petrified! All students report to their common rooms immediately!"

Ryan, stiff-legged, walked back to the Gryffindor common room, holding a hard object in his hand.