"Okay, that's all the time we have today, class," as soon as Logan said that all of the fifth year students in her classroom hurriedly got up and began to leave, "hey! Don't forget, ten inches on Wendelin the Weird and her use of the Flame-Freezing Charm."

As Logan was cleaning up her desk that had parchments that needed to be graded strewn about it, Fred and George Weasley approached her.

"Professor Evans," George started and then his twin continued.

"We need your lovely help this evening."

"With?" She questioned glancing up from her desk.

"We need a detention." The two redheaded boys.

"Okay?" Logan chuckled. "Then go prank somebody, preferably Snape, and get one. It's not Rocket Science."

At their confused looks she adds, "nevermind. Just go pull a prank or something."

"That's what we're planning on doing." George said. "Pulling a prank."

"But on Filch." Fred told her. "And if we tell him we have a terrifying detention with you, he'll have to let us go without one!"

"So you want a grueling, painstakingly awful detention, with me?" Logan laughed. "Me, who is practically your aunt? Your older, more distinguished, and awesome partner in crime?"

"Please?" They pleaded in unison.

"Well," Logan said, "you're going to have to do something worth giving detention for."

"Oh!" George exclaimed. " I've got it!"

He whispered something inaudible into his brother's ear.

"Brilliant, Georgie!" Fred exclaimed and pulled a small pale blue taffy looking thing out of his pocket. "Would you care for a taffy, Professor?"

"I'd be delighted, Mr. Weasley." Logan winked. She took the candy and popped it into her mouth. "Mmm, blueberry. What's it do?"

"Do you have a mirror?" Fred asked with a sly smirk.

"No," Logan laughed, "how bad is it?"

"Not too bad." George laughed back. "Just different colored hair that wears off after a couple of minutes."

"We haven't quite figured out how to make it stick." Fred added.

"Ooh, what color?" Logan asked while touching her newly dyed locks that were pulled into a high bun.

"Blue," George smirked, "do you like it?"

"You little snots. I hate blue!" Logan mock sneered. "Detention, the both of you! I should hang you by your toes in the dungeon for this."

"Looking forward to it!" The twins smiled jovially and spoke in unison.

"Alright," Logan chuckled as her locks changed back to their original orange, "get outta here. And five points to Gryffindor for the beautiful use of potions to create this."

"See ya, Professor!"

They happily left Logan to her organizing and not long later, Harry, Ron, and Hermione walked in, Harry looking paler than normal.

"Hey, guys," Logan smiled, "what's up?"

"We've got a problem-" Ron began to explain before Hermione's interrupted him.

"There is no problem! You are just paranoid." Hermione turned to Harry. "You are not going to die."

Logan's eyes widened as Ron exclaimed, "you saw the teacup Hermione, it showed the grim!"

"Woah, woah, woah," Logan stopped the bickering, "calm down, guys. What's going on? Why do you think Harry's going to die?"

"Professor Trelawney predicted it." Harry told her. "She saw a grim at the bottom of my teacup."

"Ha!" Logan laughed and the trio looked at her with wide eyes. "Guys, every year since I've taught here, crazy ole Trelawney has predicted the death of some poor student and they're all still breathing."

"So," Harry started, "I'm not going to die?"

"Harry, if it's up to me you won't be kicking the bucket anytime soon." Logan assured her nephew.

"Now that that's all cleared up," Hermione said, "let's go and finish our Potions essays."

Ron groaned while Harry said, "you two go ahead. I'll catch up, I need to talk to my aunt."

"O-okay?" Ron said as more of a question. "We'll be in the common room when you finish up, mate. 'Night Logan."

"Goodnight, Professor." Hermione sent a pointed look at Ron for calling Logan by her first name in school and then left the classroom with him not far behind.

Logan sat down at her desk chair. "What's going on Harry?"

"I-I think I am going to die." Harry reluctantly told her.

"What, why?" Logan asked in a slight panic. "Has your scar been hurting?"

"No, it's just that," Harry paused, "I've seen t-the grim a couple of times."

"The grim?" Logan asked incredulously. "Are you sure?"

"I only saw it for a few moments at a time, but it bloody well looked that way." Harry told her.

"Describe it." Logan told her nephew, a knot forming in the pit of her stomach.

"But don't you know what it lo-"

Logan interrupted Harry. "I know, I know, just humor me."

"Uh, well, it was a big, scraggly, black dog." Harry described, unsure of why Logan wanted him to do it.

"What color eyes did it have?" Logan pushed.

"I'm not sure." Harry told her. "They didn't really pop out enough to notice."

"You're sure? They weren't, say, bright yellow?"

"Nope." Harry shook his head. "They definitely weren't."

"Okay," Logan paused for a few seconds, "Harry, don't worry about it. I'll take care of it, nothing is going to happen to you."

"Are you sure?" Harry questioned her.

"Yeah," Logan smiled at the boy, "now go on and finish that essay, you know that Hermione won't leave you be till you've done it."

"Right." Harry headed toward the door. "Goodnight, Aunt Logan. And thanks."

"No problem, Harry." Logan smiled. "Goodnight."

As soon as she was sure that Harry was a good distance away she stood quickly and ran to Remus' classroom and burst in the door. "Remus!"

Remus' head snapped up from where he was correcting parchments. "Kit? What's wrong?"

"Harry saw Padfoot!" Logan exclaimed out of breath.

"What?" Remus asked with wide eyes. "Close the door quick!"

Logan hurried to shut the door and then Remus casted a spell to make it so they couldn't be heard from the outside.

"Harry saw Sirius?" Remus asked in astonishment.

"Not exactly," Logan shook her head, "he saw him in Padfoot form."

"How do you know?" Questioned Remus.

"He thinks he's been seeing a grim." Logan told him. "But it isn't a grim. It's Sirius, he's been stalking Harry apparently."

"How are you sure?" Remus asked the redhead.

"I asked about the eyes." Logan explained. "He said they didn't stick out and he couldn't tell what color they were."

"Grims have bright yellow eyes." Remus said, the same feeling that Logan had settling into his stomach. "No way he wouldn't have noticed them."

"Exactly."

"So what are we going to do?" Remus asked running a hand through his slightly greying hair.

"Well, if he keeps his distance and isn't stupid enough to get close to Harry again, then we leave him for the Dementors to find." Logan told him.

"And if he doesn't?"

"I'll hunt his furry arse down and make sure he stays away myself."