"I couldn't help but to overhear your dispute with Draco earlier," Liesel said after dragging Harry behind an empty tapestry after dinner.

"Yeah, we're going to have a Wizard's Duel."

"Harry- I can't believe I'm saying this-but listen to Hermione."

Harry wrinkled his nose. "Thanks for trying to help us, but Ron and I are going to the trophy room tonight." He turned to leave the tapestry, but Liesel placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Do you really think Malfoy is stupid enough to have a wizard's duel in a dusty trophy room in the middle of the night, Harry?" Liesel asked.

"Well-"

"Yes or no."

"Well, not exactly-"

"Which is why you should listen to Hermione."

"But-"

"Harry," Liesel said sternly. "Do what Hermione says. She cares about you and Ron, otherwise she wouldn't have tried to stop you two from going in the first place. It's a trick."

"No," said Harry. "All Hermione cares about is the fact that Ron and I could cause points to be taken away from Gryffindor." He placed a hand on her shoulder. "But, you're a real friend, Liesel. You actually care about Ron and I."

"Of course I do," she said with a quick nod. "So does this mean you won't go?"

"Of course not," he said. "Ron and I are still going."

"Well, I tried," Liesel sighed.

Harry turned to leave the tapestry, but stopped himself. "Do you want to come?" he blurted.

"Me?" Liesel asked.

Harry had rethink the offer before nodding again. "Yeah. I don't see why not."

"I think I'll pass on this one," she said. "But, invite me to one of your outings next time," she added. "I'll definitely say yes."

"Alright, see you," he said before exiting the tapestry.

"Hey, Harry," the Weasley twins said. Liesel could tell their voices apart from anyone else's.

"Hi, Fred, George," she heard Harry say.

"What's up?" one twin asked.

"What were you doing behind there, by the way?" asked the other.

"Just talking to someone."

"Who?" both twins asked.

"Just me," Liesel muttered as she stepped out from behind the tapestry.

"Oh, Sleepyhead, it's you," said George with a hint of shock in his voice. "We were actually just going to go looking for you."

"Why would I be looking for her?" Fred asked.

"I was talking about Harry," George muttered under his breath.

"Well, I've got to go, anyways," Harry murmured. "I've got to find Ron. See you," he said before walking off.

"Yeah, bye," Fred said as Harry walked off.

"Bye Harry," Liesel said softly.

George gave Fred an irritable look. "Well, what was that all about?" He snapped. "Just twenty minutes ago, we were talking to him about Quidditch!"

"What are you talking about?" Fred asked.

"Nevermind," George sighed.

"I told her to go back upstairs," Liesel said as she stood up from the couch, joining Harry and Ron to glare at Hermione. "But, she wouldn't listen to me, of course." She sighed as she folded her arms. "She really did almost tell Percy-good thing I talked her out of that."

"Let's go," Harry said, sending an unfriendly scowl in Hermione's direction. He turned to Liesel, "Are you coming?"

"No," she shrugged. "I'm really tired."

"Alright, we'll see you," said Ron.

The two boys headed for the portrait hole. Hermione stood up and turned to look at Liesel. "I can't believe you're not even going to try and stop them!"

"It's not my business, Hermione," Liesel said. "It's not yours, either."

"Well,someone needs to stop them," she said as she marched toward the portrait hole and began scolding Harry and Ron again.

"I'll be in here, if you guys need me!" Liesel called as she closed the portrait hole. She made her way back to her cozy spot on the couch before she heard a light knock on the portrait. She stood up, not believing that Harry, Ron, and Hermione would be back so soon.

She opened the door to see the one and only Neville Longbottom. "Neville!" she squeaked.

"Hi," he mumbled as he made his way into the common room.

"How's your arm?" she asked.

"It's much better now, thanks," he said. "Thank you for accompanying me to the Hospital Wing, by the way."

Liesel quickly recalled how he'd hurt himself on the broomsticks that they were using earlier that day. "It's not a problem, really," Liesel assured him, "if you ever need anything, I'm here for you."

"Thanks," he said with a nervous chuckle. "Well, goodnight," he said.

"Goodnight, Neville."

About ten minutes later, Liesel was fast asleep. Her sleep was so deep that she didn't hear someone come down from the boys' dormitories and seat himself in an armchair closest to the couch.

About a half hour later, Harry, Ron, and Hermione bustled into the common room. Liesel was awakened by their shrill voices and sat up and yawned loudly as Hermione rushed up to her dormitory.

"You two look like you've seen a ghost," she yawned.

"What were the three of you doing out so late?"

Harry, Ron, and Liesel turned their heads to see one of the Fred seated in an armchair.

"Fred?" Harry asked.

"What are you doing down here? Shouldn't you be asleep?"

"Shouldn't you be asleep, Ickle Ronnikins?" Fred teased. "Don't want mum finding out that you've been wandering the castle after hours, now, do we?"

"When'd you get down here?" Liesel demanded.

"I've been down here for practically a half-hour," Fred replied coolly.

"Well, have fun sitting there," Liesel retorted. "I'll see you two in the morning," she said to Harry and Ron. "I'm going back to bed," she muttered, rolling over and going back to sleep.

The next morning, Liesel made her way down to breakfast and got there only a few minutes after Harry and Ron. She saw their smug expressions and looked over at Malfoy, who looked utterly confused. "You three are lucky, you know," Liesel yawned. "I do want to hear about last night, though. What ended up happening?"

"You should have come-it was brilliant!" said Harry.

"It would have been better if Hermione wouldn't have come along, though," Ron added. Harry nodded in agreement.

"What did you see?" Liesel asked eagerly.

"Well, it turns out you were right," Harry mumbled, "Malfoy ended up not showing up to the Trophy Room and had tipped off Filch."

"I figured."

"So, we ran to the nearest corridor we could find," Ron added.

"But, then again, good thing we did have Hermione there," Harry pondered, "because she used a spell to unlock the door, and we were safe from Filch."

"And when we turned around, we saw a giant three-headed dog," Ron said. "It was massive...I've never seen anything like it."

"Wow," Liesel breathed.

"Hermione was looking at its feet, for some reason, and noticed that the dog was standing over a trap door," Ron drawled.

"What?" Liesel asked.

"We think dog is guarding something," Harry said. "But, I think there's more to it," he said in a hushed voice.

"Really?" Liesel asked.

"Yes," Harry said. "When Hagrid took me to Gringotts bank-the one that was robbed only a few weeks ago-he emptied out a vault-vault seven hundred and thirteen, to be exact-that had a crummy little package in it. Apparently, someone or something had broken into that same exact vault on that very same day."

"So, what makes you think this crummy little package is what's being guarded by the dog?"

"Well, when we were at Gringotts, there was something he said. It was something along the lines of Gringotts being the safest place in the world that you'd want to hide with the exception for Hogwarts."

Liesel's eyes widened. "Holy cow."

"I know," Harry breathed.

"Er, what?" Ron asked. "How on earth could cows be holy?"

"It's a muggle saying," Liesel explained. "But, if Hagrid said that, then I believe him."

Soon, the owls arrived and began dropping letters and packages for the students. There was one rather large parcel, however, that stood out from the bunch, seeing as it took six large owls to carry it.

The parcel fell in front of Harry. He was awfully shocked, along with Ron and Liesel, who each exchanged glances with each other. "That looks like-"

"A broomstick," Harry said in awe. A letter dropped in front of Harry and he ripped it open. Liesel watched as his eyes scanned over the lines. "I can't open it here," he muttered as he handed the letter to Ron, who also read the note, and handed it to Liesel.

"Wow." Liesel and Ron said in unison.

"You are really lucky, Harry," said Liesel.

"I want to open it."

"Let's go, then!" Ron said cheerily, hopping up from the table.

The two began to head for the Entrance Hall before Harry paused. "Aren't you coming?"

"Yeah, come on," said Ron impatiently.

"I've got finish the rest of my homework," Liesel called. "I'll catch up with you later."

"All right," Harry said as the two continued to walk off.

"Morning, Sleepyhead," George Wesley said as he ruffled Liesel's hair and seated himself beside her.

"Morning, George."

"No, actually, I'm Fred."

Liesel's head snapped up to observe the twin. "But Fred-"

"Got his bandages taken off," said the other twin, seating himself across from Liesel.

"We're identical," the two said.

"But then again-"

"I actually could be George and he-"

"-could actually be Fred."

"Yes, I know," Liesel muttered, peering at the two. She stared at their faces for quite some time before a clever grin appeared on her face. "Nice try," she said, turning to face the twin that sat across from her. "You may have gotten the bandage taken off of your nose, but I know that you're Fred."

Liesel was actually quite surprised at how nice Fred was being to her.n. She had become accustomed to the glares that he would send her from across the room or even passing through the corridor. But, then again, she figured that he couldn't hold grudges forever. Besides, the detentions were over, and he had finally gotten that silly bandage taken off of his nose.

The grins faded from both their faces, though their eyes both held a glint of amusement. "But, how do you know?" George asked.

"I'll never tell," she said with a triumphant grin as she stood up from the table. "So does this mean you don't hate me anymore?" Liesel asked curiously, turning to look at Fred.

"Never did, cutie," he muttered as he filled his plate.

Liesel felt a blush fill her cheeks as she sent him a questioning look. But, a thought suddenly struck her. "Oh, and you'll never believe what Harry received in the post this morning," she said in a hushed voice.

The grins reappeared on the twins' faces. "What?"

"A Nimbus Two-Thousand."

The two somehow managed to smile even wider than they had before. "We're definitely going to win the Quidditch Cup this year," said George, resting his elbow on the table and placing his chin in the palm of his hand. He turned to look at Liesel. "You gonna cheer us on from the stands?"

"We'll, see," she replied before heading toward the Entrance Hall.

A few weeks had gone by since Harry, Ron, and Hermione had discovered the three-headed dog. Hermione had not only been ignoring Harry and Ron since that night, but was ignoring Liesel, as well for not helping her in her attempt to stop the two boys.

After Harry had received his broomstick, the news had spread like wildfire that he was the new Gryffindor Seeker. He was training three times a week and ever so often, Liesel would watch the team practice from the stands with Ron. After practice was over, Liesel would meet Fred and George on the pitch and they'd sneak through secret passages to get back to the common room. Harry and Ron had become determined to beat Liesel, Fred, and George back there, but never succeeded.

It was obvious the Liesel was getting closer to Fred and George and considered them to be her closest friends at Hogwarts. Although she was quite close to Harry and Ron, it wasn't quite the same as her friendship with the twins.

Halloween night had finally made its way around and the Hogwarts students had been enjoying the meal they'd been anticipating all day. But, Liesel was having a hard time enjoying all of the delicious food that surrounded her. She simply kept staring at her plate and poking food around with her fork.

"You alright, there?" George asked, waving a hand in front of Liesel's face.

"Oh-er, I'm fine," she muttered.

"You've been staring at your plate for the last ten minutes. Come on-it's the Halloween Feast! You should be stuffing your face like Ron," said Fred, nodding in his brother's direction.

"I know, I know," Liesel said. "I'm just worried about Hermione, that's all."

"Hermione?" George asked.

"The bushy-haired know-it-all in your year that you, Harry, and Ron don't like?" Fred asked.

"That's the one," Liesel muttered. "She's been crying all afternoon in the bathroom. She's missing the feast. I've gone there at least five times to convince her to come out, but she won't listen to me or anyone else."

"Well maybe you ought to try one more time," George suggested.

"I think I will," Liesel said as she stood up from the table and made her way into the Entrance Hall.

She rushed through the corridors, making multiple lefts and rights before finally making it to the girls' toilets. "Hermione!" She called.

"Go away!"

Liesel checked for feet beneath the stalls and found Hermione's tiny feet in the third stall from the right. "Hermione, come out of there," she said as she knocked on the door.

"Why should I?"

"Because you're missing the feast," Liesel said. "It's amazing-and you're missing all of the fun."

"So what?" Hermione snapped.

"Why are you in there, anyways?" Liesel asked. "Did something happen to make you upset like this?"

Hermione sniffled. "Yeah."

"What happened?"

"Harry and Ron are what happened," she said with anger boiling in her voice. "All I've ever done was try to help them."

"Hermione, you can't boss people around and expect them to want to be your friends."

"I was only trying to help them, Liesel," she scoffed. "What's so bad about that?"

Liesel sighed. "Hermione, please come out."

"No."

"Ah, there she is!"

Liesel turned around to see the Weasley twins making their way into the bathroom. "Fred? George? What are you doing in here? This is a girls bathroom!"

"Well, we've sort of got an emergency, you see," Fred said.

"There's a troll in the castle."

"A what?" Liesel shrieked.

"Yeah Professor Quirrell came in and announced it to the Great Hall-"

"-before fainting like a little girl," George said with a chuckle.

"It was quite comical," both twins said.

"Anyways, we came to find you, because we knew you'd be in here," Fred continued. "They're taking all of the students back to their common rooms as a safety precaution."

"Wow," Liesel said, now becoming worried. "Hermione, come on!" She exclaimed as she attempted to pull the handle to the stall.

"No! Can't you tell it's one of their stupid pranks?"

"Suit yourself, Granger," both twins said before locking their arms with Liesel's and dragging her out of the bathroom against her will.

"What are you doing?" She shrieked, trying to break free. "What about Hermione?"

"We're escorting you, of course," said Fred.

"What does it look like we're going?" asked George.

"Holding me against my will," Liesel grumbled.

"We're saving your life, woman."

"Yeah, you should be thankful. You owe us your life."

"My heroes," she said dryly.