Author's Note:

Thank you for reading Chapters 1 - 3.

Song: Muse - Time is Running Out

Chapter 4. Time is Running Out

Draco Malfoy turned the corner into the Defense Against the Dark Arts room, mumbling something about "stupid mud bloods" when he froze dead in his tracks. In the back right corner of the room sat the girl from the train. Her gentle pale face was deep in though, her brows bent, and her eyes focused in the textbook she was flipping through. Her gentle hair, although held back by a too cute, strawberry, hair tie and skull pins. He made his way to her like a tiger for his prey.

"Secrets?" asked Harry, his voice reaching an unusual high note. He quickly cleared his throat. "No, I mean, no, I don't really care for.."

Harry became distracted as a certain bright blonde appeared across the table, above Karen's deep-in-her-work friend, Cat. Karen blinked, confused, and turned to look over to Cat or the person looking over her shoulder.

"…secrets."

Malfoy snatched the notebook, breaking Cat's deep concentration.

"Hey!" Cat snapped up to Malfoy who was grinning too widely for Harry to feel comfortable.

"Now, now, just wanted to see what you're drawing!" Malfoy sneered with an evil grin. Whatever Malfoy took pleasure in was sure to be very unpleasant for someone else. And indeed, the boy started chuckling.

"Ooo," he crooned, "So this is what you think about!"

Cat turned a bright shade of pink. Karen was getting out of her seat, and both Harry and her said the same thing.

"Give it back to her," they said in unison. They both looked at each other, as Draco looked at both of them. His smile didn't fade.

"Well, aren't you two two sides of the same coin," he said. He glanced down at Cat who was looking pretty annoyed and embarrassed at the same time. "But aren't you curious? How good Miss Crescendo is? See, for yourselves."

Draco turned around the sketchbook, causing Cat to hide her head in shame, and he revealed the picture of two naked lovers, arms in arm in the hollow of a tree. The woman's breasts were very visable, and there was a look of great passion in both faces as the man held her.

Harry and Ron both turned a bright shade of magenta. Draco turned it back around and admired it at a different angle.

"It definitely tells you a lot about the artist!" Draco mentioned. Cat shot her head out of her arms, and she made a jump for the sketchbook.

"It does not! Give it back!" snapped Cat. Draco snapped it back.

"I like it," said Hermione. All very embarrassed Ron, Cat, and Harry(along with an expressionless Karen) turned to look at her, astonished. There was no hint of blush on her face as she said the words. She was very serious.

"I think it's beautiful," she said, getting up from her seat. She reached over and grabbed it very easily from a very shocked Malfoy. She smiled down at the picture and traced it with her fingers. "You can tell how very much in love the couple is."

Cat's embarrassment decreased dramatically. She was now beaming with pride. Karen smiled and looked over Hermione's shoulder.

"Yes, I'd have to say what I like best is the use of the four focal points, and how the blocky, dangerous points of the tree display the cruelty of the outside world, and the couple inside of the tree represent the ideal world we try to create," explained Karen. Harry stared. He didn't realize Karen thought deeply about anything. At least, not from her first impression. He was especially surprised by Hermione's defense of the controversial picture. She was usually so conservative.

They handed the picture to Harry, which he guessed meant for him to critique.

"Um, I like… the details you put in the bark of the tree and the tree leaves," said Harry, being very vague since he didn't know quite a lot about art. The only art he was familiar with was the moving portraits of the corridors and hallways, and even that, was not really admiring it.

Harry handed it to Ron. Ron had a particularly difficult time.

"Um…" Ron was left speechless. He put his hand to his chin and looked at it hard, thinking of what he could say about it that wouldn't address the nude factor of the drawing. "I like the mood of the picture gives breast - I MEAN BEST!"

Ron quickly handed back to Cat as Hermione gave him a very disturbed look. Ron gave an awkward shrug, blushing and looking away.

Now, Draco was left feeling very weird. He didn't know whether to feel angry that the horror and rejecting reaction he was expecting had not come, and instead, had turned into appreciation and acceptence. He was sort of counting that so they'd buzz off and leave her and him alone. But now, that the tables had turned, he was a little thrown off.

"Why don't you go find a stick figure to admire, caveman, since you can't seem to appreciate fine art!" shot Hermione. Draco was baffled. Once again, this gave him the excuse to call her a dirty word.

"Well, you would know, filthy, little mudblood!" snapped Draco.

Ron started towards Draco, but Harry held him back. He pushed him back into his chair, and as soon as he was to turn to Malfoy to shoot and even more painful, pride-hurting dagger than the caveman comment, Karen stood up, abruptly.

"Fuck off," she said, very bluntly.

Draco looked bitterly defeated, glaring at her down hard, in the eyes like a sore loser. He looked over at Cat who was looking away angrily, afraid she might do something lethal. There was a moment or two before he stomped away to another part of the room, realizing he had just lost only a battle that didn't have much hope winning anyway.

As soon as he was out of hearing range, Hermione turned to her.

"You didn't have to use the 'F' word," she muttered. Karen merely sat back down and wrapped an arm around Cat.

"If she hadn't, I would've!" snapped Ron. Harry watched her squeeze her arms and whisper something nice. Cat smiled and laughed a little.

"Ron!" Hermione snapped back, getting into her seat next to Ron.

"Who cares, what she said! He's gone!" declared Harry, sitting in front of Karen.

"Who's gone? Who was that? And what's a mud blood?" asked Karen, who although had been awake through the entire affair, was in the dark. In a few moments it took to make a nice pot of coffee, they explained to her Draco Malfoy's reputation for being a ruthless jerk and the definition of the hated word, "mud blood", and frequently reminded her that it was bad and not to be said in civilized conversation(noted by Hermione). Muggle-borne was much more appropriate.

At that moment, the teacher, finally came out of her hole in the ground, so to speak.

"Good Afternoon, class," the red-haired woman greeted as she delicately traveled down the stairs. She was attempting to tie up her long floating hair in a hair clip. Bits and pieces of long bangs would fall out, but she tucked them behind an ear and smiled genuinely with bright, emerald eyes. She reminded Harry of someone but he couldn't remember.

Indeed, although as casual as she seemed, Professor Gingernox was stunningly beautiful and very capable of grabbing attention.

"I am Jasmine Gingernox, Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. Thank you all for attending and not skipping," joked the Professor. A few children looked at each other, wondering if she was joking or not, but not Harry, Ron, or Hermione. They were now very skeptical of their DADA teachers.

"Now before we start today's lesson, I would like each of you to stand up and give me your name and one thing about yourself," declared Prof. Gingernox. Some groaned. "Yeah, I know. This is 1st year stuff, but just humour me. Okay, we'll start with the first row then go back to the first person of the second row, go down and back to the first person of the third row, and go down and so forth. Alright, go."

Each student said their name and one thing. Some forgot stand, to which she made them with a spell, and they quickly finished so as to sit down and no longer hang by the collar of their robes.

Soon it came to Ron.

"Ron Weasley. I'm keeper for the Quidditch team," said Ron.

"Good, very good."

"Ahem, I'm Hermione Granger. I like to read, a lot."

"I know, I've heard about you."

Hermione blushed.

The row went down and soon it came time for Harry to speak. He got up, but before he could say a word, the Professor interrupted.

"You're Harry Potter, I know," she said, eyes focused on his scar. "And your parents were killed by the Dark Lord."

"Um, yes," he concurred. Although it was not exactly what he was going to say, he began to sit down anyway.

"Don't sit down!" Harry was in mid sit-down.

"But you've already said what I've got to say," he gave as his excuse.

"So? Say something I don't know," explained Prof. Gingernox, looking very unsatisfied.

"Um. I.." Malfoy snickered, and Harry thought of it. "I hate Draco Malfoy."

Everyone in the class made and "Ooooo" as if it wasn't already known to everyone but the teacher.

"Hey, now! We don't talk like that in my class!" exclaimed the Professor. "Now, where is Draco?"

Malfoy stood up.

"Right here," he declared looking very proud.

"Now, you hate him, too, Mr. Malfoy?" asked Professor Gingernox.

"Yes, very much."

Professor Gingernox nodded, looking very puzzled by this piece of information, and waved an arm for him to come forward.

"Right, now both of you come up here…" she said, and both Harry and Draco reluctantly came up to the front of the room. "And you two, hug."

They both turned to her with the look that displayed the extreme horror, shock, and angry, crazy surprise of what they perceived as the equivalent of suggested sex.

It was only a hug, but a hug to enemies was suicide. Painful, sadistic suicide.

The class roared with laughter, and they were both very stunned by it. She stood up and wrapped an arm around both their backs, attempting to make the space between them seem a little smaller.

"C'mon, one hug, guys," said Professor Gingernox. They both were sort of amused at the idea of hugging now. Both Harry and Draco looked at each other, and they started laughing on the spot. She could not be serious. But as they soon noticed that she was not laughing with them, but in fact, she looked like she was rather surprised by their own laughter. She was very, deeply, serious.

"You - you seriously want me to hug Malfoy?" Harry said, his laughing tone fading. She nodded. Harry was shocked.

"Yes, I think that if two people really hate each other, the start to getting over it would be to hug. Make up your differences and build a real relationship. You know. Embrace your enemy," she explained. "It's a theory of mine"
"Some theory," remarked Malfoy. Professor Gingernox looked at him, same smile and content expression, but somewhat expectant.

"Say something, Mr. Malfoy?" asked the Professor. Malfoy remembered his manners and looked in every direction, but not at her.

"No, Professor."

"Now, if you be so kind as to hurry this up, hug," she commanded, patting them both on the back.

There was a long silence. Both Draco and Harry were eyeing each other like the other was a plate of cockroach fudge, overstuffed and expired. Both made no move to the other. Both were very afraid that touching the other may cause some cataclysmic chain of worse events and, perhaps(now this was going a little overboard), the end of the world.

Karen watched them, chin on her hand, looking very bored. She had never seen two people more reluctant to touch each other since she saw herself and Zach Stark in the mirror during the dutch dance. She wasn't quite sure if she should do something. She would much rather sit and watch the two struggle with the deed, under all the romantic, peace-loving pressure of the teacher. She glanced over her shoulder. She wondered where Skye was.

"Come on…" the Professor urged. "Can't go on like this forever."

Finally, Harry shakily opened his arms and attempted to take a step forward to a very wide eyed, frozen Draco, but then backed off and threw his hands into the air. He gave a very frustrated grunt. He did not wake up this morning, and predicted to be hugging Malfoy that day. He was not prepared for this sort of thing.

Malfoy gave a huge sigh of relief, as the Professor groaned. Kids laughed.

"Oh, it's not that hard!" declared the teacher.

"Yes, it is," muttered Harry, under his breath. The teacher, who was around their own height, put her hands on his shoulders and looked down at him. Harry held his breath. Never had someone so beautiful been this close, since Cho.

"Oh, Mr. Pottter, why can't you be just a brave as you are when facing the Dark Lord? Does physical interaction scare you that much?" asked Prof. Gingernox.

"Please don't call it that, Professor," murmured Harry.

"Well, it's not like it's going to hurt, Mr. Potter-" but both Harry and Malfoy cut her off.

"Oh, yes, it will!" they snapped. From the corner of her eye, Harry caught her looking at Malfoy very oddly. She let go of Harry and stepped aside.

"Well, you better hurry up and kill yourselves over it, or there will be no more time left in class to go over your first assignment," she said, walking over to her desk to sit down.

"In that case, keep it up!" called out Seamus. Professor Gingernox, shot him a dirty look. He cowered and sat back down.

The two boys glared at each other in a sort of standoff stance, waiting or watching for the other to make the first move.

After the first ten minutes, Harry was tired. Finally, he gave a great big sigh before he slumped over. He had given up. He raised his arms and walked two steps toward Malfoy. Malfoy instantly took two steps back.

Then, Harry realized it. He was scaring Draco.

"Oh, Dracoooooooooooo…"

"Stay away, Potter!"

"Come on, Draco! Let's make up our differences and build a real relationship!"

And then Harry proceeded to chase Malfoy around the room. Malfoy managed to knock down several chairs, a stack of textbooks, and one goldfish bowl before they were stopped and sent to their seats. They were both assigned a 12 inch essay on how they could get along better. They both gave each other penetratingly glares that could kill, putting the blame on the other.

Nonetheless, the class went on. Since too much time was used up anyway, Professor Gingernox ignored the rest of the class and continued with the first lesson: magic objects. She began with a simple example with a book which, when opened would emit a powerful scream which sent the onlooker backwards. The examples she gave reminded Harry of Tom Riddle's diary from his second year. He thought about it, especially when the Professor unrolled a large piece of parchment on the board and the moment she splashed it with ink, it disappeared. Harry, who had been leaning on his hand in what appeared in thoughtful study(which we all know was constant daydreaming), sat up with much interest.

Professor Gingernox was writing very clearly in curvy letters.

I am Professor Jasmine Gingernox.

And the words began to fade into the paper. Harry was now on the edge of his seat as the words disappeared, and reappeared.

Hello, Jasmine. I am Captain Vero Venom.

No one else 'cept Ron, Hermione, and him were paying much attention to the parchment talking back. No one else knew the extreme details of the Heir of Slytherin and the spell of the journal on Ginny. No one but those who needed to know, and certainly not the rest of the school.

Professor Gingernox was smiling, as she usually did, but with such an unusual situation. The paper was talking back, thought Karen. Wasn't that weird to her? Karen was watching attentively at the paper.

"Now, the thing about parchments like this and how to tell if it's safe or not, see here…" read aloud Professor, bending down to raise it up. "Now all you have to do is tap the four corners from left to right and then in the center with the tip of your wand, and there will appear either an x or a circle in the bottom right corner. X means no evil, and O means evil lurks here."

"Let's see. One, two, three, four, center…" and a O startling appeared.

"Now usually, a parchment like this, containing a dangerous memory, will be very subtle. Don't expect making friends and such. Does anyone remember Mr. Venom? Anyone learned 'bout him in History class, maybe?" asked the DADA Teacher. Harry and Ron both looked at Hermione, and when she noticed they were both looking at her she shook her head. Both of them were very much surprised.

"No? No one? How 'bout you, Neville? No? Well…" began Prof. Gingernox, "That's good, because Venom here, wasn't all the famous in the first place. He did nothing new of the sort, 'cept man a mediocre pirate ship and maybe steal a few chickens. However, he did, like many dark arts enthusiasts at the time, preserve a part of himself in books, and parchment, and random objects. This happens to be a piece of Vero Venom."

Hermione raised her hand.

"Yes"
"Um, Professor, how did you get a hold of um, Mr. Venom?" asked Hermione. Professor Gingernox's face fell blank for a moment and then as she bit her tongue, she began to recall.

"Mmm, I think I got him from a friend of mine at the Ministry. I was just asking if they had any extra dark arts sort of things I could use to teach a class, but you know, not too dangerous. He gave me this, an old treasure map they'd found. It supposable leads to the lost treasure of Montezuma, but unfortunately, the map changed every time you try to reveal and soon enough they found Vero Venom on the back. See," She flipped over the parchment. She waved her wand and muttered something that could not be heard by the class, and a broad map appeared. "Once it disappears and reappears again…it leads to somewhere different. It's just an old, pirate captain, trying to confuse young kids to waste their lives by chasing a dream."

As soon as she turned it over, Vero Venom had written something in response to the turning of the parchment.

Trying to find my treasure, eh?

As some kids laughed, Prof. Gingernox began to roll the parchment back up. She looked up at the time and smiled.

"Oh look. Class is already over. Wow, that was fast. Best to start packing up, students. Time to leave."

Ron leaned over.

"Well, that was weird," he muttered to Hermione.

"Oh, I don't see what's so weird. She explained how she got it," said Hermione as she picked up her books into her arms. Harry didn't say anything. Harry just stuffed his things under an arm and walked over to Karen who was waiting by her desk with Cat.

"Why won't you tell me?" asked Harry. Karen blinked.

"Tell you what?" she asked, raising a brow.

"You know, about the 'transfer,'" he reminded her. She blinked at him, then narrowed her eyes, shrewdly.

"Why do you care? I said it was a secret," she said. "Respect my wishes and don't ask about it anymore"
With that said, she stalked off, Harry groaned, and followed beside her quickstep.

"Wait! Karen!" called out Cat. She almost tripped over a chair as she attempted to catch up with the two.

"Karen, wait!" called Harry. When Karen didn't bother, Harry caught up.

"I'm sorry. I'll respect your privacy, okay?" he told her. She stopped.

"Really? You're not just saying that so then later, you can snoop around and get the answers, anyway, without my suspicion right?" asked Karen, eyeing peculiarly.

"Nope. Wait, what?" asked Harry. Karen smiled. She tucked an arm around his which made Harry feel a little weird, almost as if they were going on a date.

"Sooooo, what's up?" asked Karen.

"Huh? Oh, um, what's up… well, recently I've gotten two essays and detention and only from the first day of the new year. Also, I do believe I've found a new way to torture Draco…"

As soon as Cat dropped out of sight behind Karen and Harry who were walking together , Draco paid her a visit.

"Oh no, what do you want?" she demanded as soon as he came into view. He bit back the urge to hex her. He swallowed deep and said.

"Relax, I only want to know your name," he told her, walking backward to talk to her.

"Really? What're you gonna do? Make fun of that, too?" Cat assumed as she shot him a dirty look.

"No, wait, is it, funny?" asked Malfoy, who couldn't help to break into smirk. Cat scoffed, shook her head and turned a corner. Draco bumped into some people, and when he stopped to sneer at them, Cat continued t walking. Draco had to catch up with her again.

"So it isn't funny? What is it?" he asked, determined to find out. Cat did not reply, looking away. Maybe he would go away if she ignored him.

"C'moooooooon. You know you want tooooooo," he teased her, trying to get a thrill out of her.

"Leave me alone!" she blurted out, and she ran up to join Karen and Harry who were in deep conversation of an unusual sort.

"…and that's when they made me their chief."

"Karen!"

By too much of a coincidence, thunder boomed as Cat grabbed a hold of her other arm.

"AAAAHH!"

Karen jumped 6 inches into the air, and her books exploded into the air.

CRASH.

"Haha… Hahaha…Hahahahahahaha!" Draco saw the whole thing and started laughing, attempting to keep the memory by pressing the sides of his head and throwing it back. Harry shot a dagger look at Malfoy.

There were other kids in the hall, no doubt, and they reacted the same as Malfoy, laughing and giggling as they passed.

"DON'T DO THAT!" snapped Karen at a cowering Cat.

"Sorry!" she apologized, as she began to help gather Karen's things scattered on the floor. Harry looked to the Hallway window and noticed it was as dark as it was at breakfast and lunch.

"It's still storming outside," he conluded.

"No duh, weatherman!" Cat scoffed as she stood back up and handed Karen her quill. "You know, that's the problem with human beings. They always feel the need to overstate things, like telling someone they're tall or blind. As if they didn't know. Mr. Obviousman…"

"Hey, I like that guy. I mean, he's right. ATM Machine? That's really overdoing it…" began Karen as she walked up to her. Harry followed them, and once he was them, Karen entwined another arm around his. He immediately snaked out of it.

"Why do you do that?" he asked, completely puzzled by the action.

"Do what? You mean the arm thing?" she asked. He nodded. "I don't know. Bad habit, I guess. Used to do it all the time with Skye, and my mom. Look, I'm even doing it with Cat."

Karen pointed, and she was right. Cat's arm was latched around Karen's.

"Oh," Harry blushed. He didn't know why he was blushing.

"If you don't like it, I won't do it, man," she said. Harry thought about it. He felt some peer pressure, but he wasn't sure if it was there.

"No, it's okay. I don't mind," he said. Karen smiled and entertwined an arm. "Just don't expect me to escort you to the loo"
"Loo"
"Bathroom, sweetie," confirmed Cat, and she let go as soon as they reached Divination classroom.

The Divination class room was of course, as Harry had left it last year. It didn't look like a classroom at all, more like a hidden forest inside school walls. Harry looked over to Karen and Cat who were completely baffled and immediately went back outside to check if they got the right classroom.

"You're in the right class room," said Ron who passed the two girls looking from their schedules to the door. "Why didn't you guys wait for me?"

Harry had forgotten all about Ron, and the moment he realized it, he looked guiltily at Ron.

"Sorry, Ron. I didn't mean to, I just forgot," he apologized. Ron rolled his eyes, and now he and Harry went to go take seats on the fallen log and wait for class.

When Karen and Cat finally decided it was the right classroom, they walked in, eyes flown open, and dashed over to another Gryffindor girl with blonde highlights in her hair and and black gloves that went to her elbows with the finger coverings cut off.

"SKYE!"

"KAREN! CAT!"

And since Karen and Cat were too much of a handle on Skye, they tackled her to the ground. The class roared with laughter, but Cat and Karen were too busy cuddling Skye to notice.

"We missed you…" crooned Cat as they both hugged her. Skye giggled.

"Haha, so it would seem.

"Okay, ladies, off my lawn," snapped a hovering head. Cat and Karen's eyes both flew open again, staring wide eyed at the hovering, half naked, half man.

"Okies…uh…sir," nodded Karen. And Cat and Karen both crawled off of Skye, and as they picked up their books look up to the half man. Karen dropped her books again, finally realizing what it was.

"YOU'RE A CENTAUR!" declared Karen very loudly.

Harry covered his eyes with a hand in embarrassment. Although it was not her fault, this was Karen's first year(or so it would seem, as Skye put it), and she was not used to the magical things of the wizarding world. However, one would think she would know what and what not to say. Cat who had been just shocked as she was, at least knew not to shout it. In a moment it took to realize the look of anger on the centaur's face, Skye reached out and grabbed Karen's and Cat's arms. She smiled nervously.

"I'm sorry, Professor Firenze," she apologized. "This is their first time here."

Firenze, blinked and nodded, folding his arms over his chest and tapped his front, right hoof.

"Alright. I guessed as much. Natural reaction," said the Teacher, giving them both an excuse. "I'll give you the responsibility of teaching them not to act up in my class again. Take your seats."

Skye smiled and nodded, "Yes, professor."

As Skye proceeded to lead them to where she was first sitting, Karen would not budge. Instead, she stood there, her head on a tilt and looking very confused.

"So wait, you're our Professor?" asked Karen. Firenze blinked.

"Yes, I am the Professor for Divination."

"Oh, neato. But how do you know about the future? Did you go to a Psychic school? Or was it something else? Were you born with the innate ability to see into the future?"

"No, I am a centaur. Centaurs don't go to school. We are tutored by the oldest ancestors of the tribe," and so Firenze began to explain again how Centaurs could tell the future from the stars and such, the whole long speech he gave to the class last year when he first became their teacher. Karen, somewhere along in the speech, had to sit down because it was longer story than she thought. Harry watche her as she sat somewhere with Skye and Cat who whispered something to her as soon as she settled down. Then they both caught Harry's eye, and Harry turned back to Firenze, listening to the same speech.

Majority of the class time was spent going over problems they didn't quite understand on their O.W.L.S. Divination was not something Harry was quite good at, but it something that didn't require a lot of thinking, instead, requiring more inborn skills. For a while, Harry thought he could see the present, but it just turned out, as it normally did, that he was just seeing things from his arch enemy's point of view. It was not as good as future-seeing talent he wished he possessed. Then he could tell when someone was going to be attacked, or even better, when he was going to be pop quizzed that day.

Since Cat hadn't been at Hogwarts the year before, she had no idea what they were talking about when they meant O.W.L.S, but she assumed it was something like the S.A.T.s that she had to take in her Junior Year. She remembered how nervous she was the first time she took, and now she groaned because she was bout to feel the same again if she had to take O.W.L.S this year.

"What is it?"

Cat looked over to Skye who was attentively watching her face with a worried look. Cat smiled softly and whispered.

"Nothing. Really."

"Karen says some guy was bugging you last period. Who was he so I can go beat him up?" asked Skye. If Cat was an anime character she would have a sweat drop dangling above her head. Since she wasn't her smile was just weakened.

What is it with her and Karen and beating people? thought Cat

"Uh, no, don't do that," said Cat, although the offer was tempting her. She turned back her attention to Professor Firenze who was explaining the story behind a specific constellation he spotted in the sky earlier that morn. He was very fit, she realized, as fit as she expected centaurs to be, and as she realized what just came to her mind, she shook her head. She expected to be? What was there to expect? She had never known a centaur before. She went back to her little sketch of her new professor. She wasn't used to drawing centaurs, but somehow, Professor Firenze brought her new inspiration. As she began to sketch the blonde hair, immediately the boy before came to mind. His hair hung lazily in front his eyes and trimmed so well like paper strands. She shook her head and moved her pencil than her quill around the eyes and and eyebrows. Every so often she looked up and moved her pencil. She stared more at the teacher than at her paper, and in so doing, She developed a little crush, for indeed he was very good looking centaur. She mentally hit herself. Good looking centaur. When did she start thinking like this? A week ago, the words would never have come together.

"Sigh…" Skye looked over to Cat who was busy staring at the teacher and sketching in her notebook. She looked to be deep in thought in concentration that Skye thought she might as well journal, but as soon as Skye move to her bag, she saw something very curious behind her.

It looked to be an eyeball. A human eyeball.

Skye was frozen for a moment before she picked it up between the blades of grass and turned back around. Cat glanced over to Skye's hand, glanced back at the Professor, and then back at the eyeball to a stop. She stared for the longest time, breathless, speechless.

Skye stood up, still watching the eyeball, and as she began to take steps forward, the class and the Professor noticed.

"Miss Sonnat, what is…" His eyes widened.

Harry looked up.

Someone screamed.