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Harry just stared at Snape. There was a roaring in his ears and he felt like if he did not stop staring his head would do a full one-eighty. He opened his mouth to speak several times, but always closed it. Snape just looked at Harry with nothing but concern on his features. Harry opened his mouth again and finally he managed to ground out, "She will be okay?"

"Yes," Severus replied with a nod, "She is only petrified."

"Only petrified?" Harry snarled and his face looked angry.

Snape looked at Harry and said slowly, "It is better than her being dead."

"She shouldn't have to worry about being petrified," Harry snapped and stood. He began to pace mumbling things to himself. Snape began to worry that the boy was finally going off the deep end. Then he stopped and looked at Snape with hope in his eyes, "Let me help you research. Ron and I are quite good at it, although not as good as Hermione…" Tears welled in the corners of his eyes but he blinked them away. Snape sighed heavily.

"It is not your reasonability, but the professors to find the problem," Snape replied with tired eyes but Harry glared defiantly at him. Snape couldn't help but see James Potter glaring back at him and tried not to let the familiar dislike well up inside of him.

"Yet I don't see any of the teachers being petrified," Harry snapped and the defiant look quickly disappeared. He placed his hands on his mouth and looked at the floor. Snape knew what the boy thought. He himself thought the same. Harry had gone too far, yet at the same time the boy had been right. In a weird sort of away, be that as it may he was not going to let that kind of cheek go.

"Come here," Snape demanded in a hard voice. Harry walked slowly towards Snape and stopped right in front of him. Snape glared hard and snapped, "Look at me Harry while I talk to you."

Harry looked up and found that while Snape did not look furious he was not thrilled either. He bit back a groan at his own stupidity and decided to take his lumps, even if he did believe he was right.

"While the point you make is valid," Snape snapped, "That does not mean you can be disrespectful to me or any other professor. You will keep your nose and any other body part out of this unless you happen to stumble onto something or remember something. If that is the case you come to me. If you cannot find me, then you go to Professor Dumbledore. Is that clear?"

"Yes sir," Harry replied looking away. He just wanted to help his friend.

Snape sighed and put his hands on Harry's shoulder. Gripping them slightly he said, "I know you want to help Miss. Granger, but you cannot without putting yourself in grave danger. Do you think she would want you putting yourself at risk for her?"

Harry bit his lip and shook his head. Finally he said, "But she would do it for me or Ron."

"Only if she did not have any other options," Snape gave Harry a hard look, "Miss. Granger is not foolish or rash. Please follow her example and do not put yourself in harm's way."

"Yes sir," Harry replied quietly. He would let his lie for now, but he wasn't done. Not by a long shot.

"May I go see her?" Harry asked quietly.

"Professor Dumbledore has set a time you and Mr. Weasley will come," Snape replied, "I am to escort both of you to the hospital wing after your last class. You will meet me in the front hall and we will go from there."

"Yes sir," Harry nodded and walked dutifully back to his seat. Snape watched him as the boy tried to eat. Finally, he spoke, "While you are there Madam Pomfery wants to check on you and give you your nutritive supplement.

"Yes sir," Harry replied still not looking at him and still trying to poke food down his throat. Snape realized that this could go on for a while. He couldn't help but wonder if this was Harry's version of sulking.

Harrry stood outside the Charms classroom waiting for Ron, but was almost plowed over by someone hugging him. He looked down and found a black haired girl squeezing him.

"Pansy?" Harry asked completely puzzled.

"Ron told me about Hermione," Pansy replied pulling away. Ron was right behind her. His face was worried and his voice was a little shaky, "Are you okay Harry?"

"Yeah I'm fine," Harry replied gruffly, "Snape told me this morning. We're going to see her after classes."

"Can I come with you?" Pansy asked looking between the two boys.

"I thought you didn't like Hermione?" Ron asked bluntly. Pansy shrugged and bit her lip, "Professor Snape said to get along with you Gryffindors, especially you three. Besides she was nice to me when she didn't have to be. She doesn't deserve this."

"Just meet us in the front hall after classes," Harry said with a hand on her shoulder. Pansy smiled and nodded. Then her eyes widened as she looked at her watch, "Oh no, I have to go!" She was gone within a few moments.

"That was odd," Harry muttered and Ron shrugged, a little starry eyed. Harry rolled his eyes and dragged Ron into the classroom. They took their seats and he said, "I hope she is really serious, about our friendship. This could be a real big help."

"Yeah I know what you mean," Ron muttered and then Flitwick proceeded to began class and Ron and Harry shut up to listen.

The rest of the day went wrong. People looked at them sympathetically, and some came up to them and tried to cheer them up. They just made Harry more antsy then before. Ron was subdued but not near as much so as Harry. Pansy would flitter between the duo and the Slytherins, but ended up waiting for them in the Great Hall. Ron smiled and went towards her while Harry hung back and watched. He was right about Ron liking Pansy, but he was unsure if Pansy liked him back. She seemed too reserved with him, and that worried him. He did not need to have Ron mad at him because Pansy seemed to favor him more. He would lose all self respect and dish out a world of hurt if that were to happen. Harry knew he was on edge. He couldn't be more so if he was actually on a ledge about to fall off.

So many things were happening and Harry hoped that they would end soon. Although he really thought that he would have to do something. None of the adults seemed to have any idea of how to help. Yet there was a part of him that wanted to trust Snape. He was his guardian, and he really liked him. He wanted to stand beside him, after all that was what families were for. At least the good families and Harry wanted a good family.

"There you two are," Pansy said with a small smile. Harry smiled back, but it was strained. He was a little nervous. Before he could say anything Draco walked up them and said, "Hey Pansy, come on I'll walk you to our common room." He was stiff and ignoring Ron and Harry. That peeved Harry off a little but he said nothing. Snape did not want them to get into a fight, so he wouldn't. Or at least he would try.

"That's okay Drake," Pansy replied with a smile, "I'm going to ask Professor Snape if I can go and visit Hermione."

Draco's face turned red and he snapped, "Why would you want to go visit the mudblood?"

"Malfoy!" Harry roared,

Pansy paled and took a step back. Her eyes were trained on Harry whose face had turned a nasty shade of white. Ron was as red as his hair and he took a step toward Draco, but Harry beat him to it. He didn't understand how he did it. All he knew was that Draco was suspended in mid air twirling in circles. Students were screaming and Draco looked like he was going to be sick. Pansy latched onto Ron and stood wide eyed as Harry stared at Draco, and just watched as he twirled in the air. He was completely shocked. Was he doing that? Yet no emotion showed on his face. It was creepy how clam he was. Suddenly an irate male voice sounded over the screaming,

"Harry James Potter, stop this at once!"

Yet Harry ignored him. Snape watched as Harry stood there trembling in his fury. He was more than shocked by what he was seeing. That Harry had that much control was astounding. Unfortunately he could not appreciate the control his ward had. He had to stop this before Mr. Malfoy was hurt.

What was happening to Draco finally became too much for Harry and he took a step back. Draco suddenly began to fall. Snape flicked his wand and controlled Draco's descent. When he was safely on the ground Draco hurled and Snape cleaned it up. By this time the Potions Professor was furious. He made sure that Draco was okay. Once he knew that the boy didn't have any broken bones he stood. Glaring he snapped, "What happened?"

"Potter attacked me," Draco snapped giving Harry a smug little look. Harry cocked his eye brow and stood straight. He kept repeating over and over again, "Snape won't hurt me. Snape won't hurt me. Snape is my protector and he would never beat me."

"Harry?" Severus asked giving his ward a neutral look. Harry could see the anger simmering behind those black orbs, and he felt ashamed, but when he looked at Draco the anger rushed back and he rasped out, "He called Hermione a mudblood sir."

"So you decided to turn Mr. Malfoy into a bird?" Snape snapped giving him a hard glare.

"I didn't…mean to sir," Harry replied gritting his teeth, "It sort of…happened. One minute he was standing there and the next he was in the air. I….don't know how I did it sir."

Snape said nothing. He turned to Draco and snapped, "Is that true?"

Draco looked at Harry. He knew that he provoked him, and he also knew that Pansy would not lie for him, and lying to Snape when you could not cover yourself was a very bad idea. He had only done that once, and he never wanted that kind of punishment again. So he sucked in his gut and stood straight like a regal noble. Giving Snape a look he said, "Yes sir."

Snape cocked his eyebrow and nodded. Glaring at him he said, "Twenty points from Slytherin and a week's worth of detention. I never want you to use that word again. It is disrespectful," He turned to Pansy and said quietly, "Take him to our common room."

Pansy knew better then to ask to accompany Harry. She nodded and grabbed Draco's arm mumbling angrily as they walked away. Snape slowly turned to Harry and growled, "You and I will talk after the infirmary. For now, twenty-five points from Gryffindor and two weeks' worth of detention."

Harry opened his mouth to argue, but Snape cut him off, "While Draco should have never slandered Miss. Granger you should have ignored him instead of attacking him. Now come with me!"

He grabbed Harry's arm. He wasn't too tight but he was firm and Harry knew that he would be in for it. He gestured to Ron to follow them and he dragged Harry towards the stairs. Ron swallowed; he knew that his friend was in for it. In fact, he was sure that he was never going to see him again. How could Harry lose it like that?

Snape was furious, yet he was trying to keep a rein on his temper. He had to inform Professor Dumbledore about this episode of magic. He had to take points from the boy, because despite it being accidental magic he knew that Harry meant it. If it had not been this, it would have been his wand. He could not ignore this type of behavior, even if it was an accident.

Harry was quite through with the entire affair. He still could not believe he had done that, and some small part knew he did not. It was all timed perfectly, and no one would believe that he did not. Yet he hoped that maybe Professor Snape…? No, he had already admitted he had done the deed and he would not take that back. But there was a good chance that he had, given all of the bouts he had in the past with accidental magic…but if that were true should he even be punished? Maybe this was too large to ignore. Maybe since it had hurt someone Snape thought he had really wanted to hurt Malfoy, not just a little but a lot. Maybe Snape thought he had wanted to kill Malfoy?

No, he had not wanted that to happen. He only wanted the boy to bleed a little. Not fly through the air like an airplane. So what made his magic act like that? Was it anger? Because it seemed like he had been far angrier in the past, usually at Snape and he never went off like that. There was something else going on. Maybe whatever was prowling the school? Although it seemed targeted at muggleborns and Draco was a pureblood. So…maybe it was him. Maybe he was bad.

Snape barreled into the infirmary. The more he thought about the situation the more pissed he became. How could Harry do that? Seeing Draco up in the air like that had been impressive and disturbing and Snape was afraid that Harry had gotten into something that he should not have.

"Headmaster I need to talk to you," Severus snapped. The Headmaster frowned but followed Severus to the other side of the room. Professor McGonagall made a motion for the boys to follow her. She had a sympathetic look on her face that made her look like a kind grandmother rather than the stern matron that she was.

"The Headmaster says that you can visit her for a little while," Professor McGonagall's voice was soft, but the steel was still there. It was only kinder sounding.

Harry and Ron crowded around Hermione's bed. Her body was sprawled out. Her arms and legs going in every direction, and she was holding a mirror in one hand looking at it. Her face was frozen in fear and surprise. Ron looked away tears in his eyes. Harry just kept looking at Hermione. Suddenly he bent down and kissed her forehead. He closed his eyes as if he were in pain and pulled back. He didn't notice Ron's surprised face or Professor McGonagall's knowing look. He just stared at Hermione committing that look to memory. He didn't care if Professor Snape wanted him to stay away. He had to find this thing and kill it for Hermione.

"Harry," A grave voice called from behind him. He looked up to meet the sad blue eyes of Professor Dumbledore. He knew then that Professor Dumbledore knew.

"Do you know why she would be carrying the mirror?" He asked.

Harry shook his head as did Ron. Dumbledore nodded. All was quiet for a moment. Suddenly Albus said, "Harry, Severus told me what has happened and we need to discuss it."

"Yes sir," Harry said as he followed Severus and Dumbledore out of the infirmary. He never looked back. Ron stayed behind and looked at Professor McGonagall. She smiled encouragingly Ron smiled weakly back and took Hermione's hand. He frowned a little. There was a bit of paper in her hand. Now what was this about?

Harry walked slowly all the way to the Headmaster's office. He felt ashamed of what he had allowed his magic to do. He watched as the Headmaster sat behind his desk. Severus took a seat across from him and they both looked at him. Harry gulped and swallowed and muttered, "I am sorry sir. I did not know I was doing it."

"Harry," The Headmaster began, "Have you been reading any books that you should not be?"

Harry frowned and shook his head. What were they getting at?

"The reason why I am asking Harry," The Headmaster began, but Severus cut him off, "The magic you performed was something only a very skilled wizard could have done. Some even believe that the magic you just preformed is dark."

Harry's eyes widened, and his mouth opened. Severus glared at him and said, "Now I will ask you again…have you been into something that you should not have."

"No sir," Harry replied. He was scared; could he be kicked out for this? There was desperation in his eyes and he looked between Severus and the Headmaster. Finally he settled on Severus and said, "Sir…I don't even know how I did that. I didn't mean to…it just happened. I was angry at Malfoy for calling Hermione that horrible name… and then the next thing I know he was up in the air. I didn't mean to do it…I'm sorry."

Severus glared at Harry for a moment. The boy look so sorry and his eyes softened. He looked at his ward and said, "Come here Harry."

Harry walked slowly towards his guardian and said, "I'm real sorry sir." He was in front of Snape now. Severus gripped Harry's arms tightly, but he made sure that he did not hurt the boy. He made Harry look him in the eye and sighed,

"I know Harry and I know your magic got away from you. But I cannot show favoritism between you and my snakes. Like I said before Draco should not be slandering Miss Granger, but neither should you respond to his foolishness. I know you did to mean for this to happen, but you would have done something else to him. I know you Potter and I know what happens when you are angry. Therefore I punished you. Now, since this was accidental magic I will not spank you for endangering Draco, but you and I will work on this anger issue. Do you understand that?"

"Yes sir," Harry replied in a small voice. Severus looked at him sternly for a few more seconds. Finally, Severus put his hands on Harry's shoulders and said, "Now, I want you to go back to Gryffindor Tower. I have to check on Draco,"

"What time is my detention?" Harry asked quietly.

"I want you to be in my classroom at seven o' clock," Severus replied with a stern voice. Harry nodded and said, "Yes sir."

"Bring your things," Severus went on, 'Because until we fix your little anger problem you will not be in Gryffidnor Tower," Harry's eyes widened and he looked like he was going to protest, but he quickly swallowed the words. Dumbledore however answered his silent protest.

"We think it for the best," Dumbledore replied, "The more we allow you're magic to run free the more dangerous it will be the next time you lose yourself in anger. We need to check this temper of yours Harry."

"Yes sir," Harry replied knowing that they were right and hating it. How was he supposed to protect Ron now? Although, he knew that Ron was probably safe. He was a pureblood, even if he was a blood traitor.

"Now," Severus said, "Go on I have things to discuss with the Headmaster." Harry nodded. He looked like he wanted to say something more but he did not. He just left quickly.

Severus made sure that Harry was gone before he collapsed in the chair. He put his head in his hands and groaned. Dumbledore said nothing. His face was pinched and his lips were pressed tightly together.

"What are we going to do?" Severus asked in a tightened voice.

"You are going to take care of it," Dumbledore snapped, "Teach him what I taught you."

"Yes sir," Severus replied realizing that Dumbledore was dead serious, "I have to go and check on Draco. Good day Headmaster."

"Severus," Albus called steel in his voice. Severus stopped and looked at the Headmaster. They're eyes locked and he said, "We cannot let him go down that road Severus. If he does all is lost."

"I know sir," Severus replied with a sigh, "and he won't. I'll make sure of that sir." Albus nodded and Severus quickly left the room in search of Draco. Lucius was not going to like this, and the last thing he needed was the Golden boy of Slytherin on his ass. In fact he was still surprised the man hadn't tried to confront him about Harry. He must know by now after all. Shrugging and deciding to confront one problem at a time. Severus concentrated on finding Draco, and make sure he was okay. And if he was then he was going to give him one hell of a balling out.

Severus trudged into his courters. He was tired, worried, and his day was not over yet. He still had to make room for the boy. The room was so filled with boxes that it would take him forever, although he could just ask the house-elves to put them in his storage unit here at Hogworts. He came up short when he entered his living room. There sat Lucius Malfoy in all his regal glory looking through one of his interior decorating books. He had gathered a few on children's rooms for Harry. He wanted the boy to have plenty of options, and participate in designing his own room. It would be special for the boy and he knew that it could help with their bonding.

"You know Severus," Lucius drawled as he flipped idly though the book, "When I heard of your new assignment. I was sure that you would take it and make the boy's life miserable. After all, you hate him worse than I do. Now, I'm not so sure," He closed the book and pitched it on Severus's coffee table.

"I was so sure that I did not feel the need to discuss this with you," He went on, "Imagine my surprise when I walked in here only to find these. Now…they could be for show, but you are not the type. If you have these then you are going through with it."

Severus just sighed and sat down in his favorite chair. He was not in the mood for intrigue, and he did not have to be. Dumbledore said that he was free. Severus started at that. It had not truly hit him until now.

"Lucius, I am not in the mood," Severus snapped, "It is my business who I accept into my home, not yours."

"And the Dark Lord?" Lucius's left eyebrow was cocked. Severus licked his lips and said the words that he had wanted to say for over twenty years.

"The Dark Lord can go to hell," Severus replied in a tone the brooked no argument, "I do not work for him anymore."

Lucius sat in stunned silence. Finally he said thickly, "So the rumors are true. You were the spy."

"Yes," Severus replied and he watched as Lucius's face darkened. He glared at Severus and hissed, "How dare you betray me!"

"I never betrayed you," Severus replied coolly, "I betrayed the Dark Lord. Our conversations were off limits."

"We were friends Severus," Lucius spat.

"Only because I was useful," Severus spat back, "And you are scared of me."

Lucius stood and glared, "I cared for you Severus. You are Draco's Godfather. How could you do this to me?"

"Honestly," Severus muttered. He felt the guilt. He hated hurting Lucius. He had truly been a good friend, and he was an amazing father to Draco. The only flaw was that he wanted Draco to follow in his footsteps. He would do anything for his son, and for that Severus respected him. But he could not condone what Lucius did as a Deatheater.

"You could come to the light," Severus replied quietly. Lucius started and looked at Severus like he was crazy, "You would not have to worry about Draco."

"Draco will find favor with the Dark Lord," Lucius spat.

Severus shook his head. Lucius could not see that while his son was conniving he was not patient enough, and most probably never would be. He was too much like his Aunt Bella in that respect.

"Draco will not," Severus sighed closing his eyes, "While I will admit that your son is conniving he is not patient, and often finds himself on the wrong end of other students. Why today he was levitated and spun around."

"Who dares?" Lucius glared at Severus.

"Harry Potter," Severus replied, maybe bringing this up was not a good idea.

"And what did you do to the boy," Lucius snarled.

"I took twenty-five points and gave him two weeks' worth of detention," Severus replied, "I also pulled him out of Gryffindor common room. He needs to work on his anger."

"And that is it?" Lucius spat, "Are you too falling over yourself for the famous Harry Potter?"

"Lucius," Severus glared. His voice was calm and controlled which was an indicator that Lucius had gone too far.

"Harry is but a child," Severus replied, "He does not like his fame nor does he challenge students. Draco slandered Miss Granger, and Harry's magic, not Harry himself defended her. He has trouble with controlling his magic. That is not his fault, but that of others. Suffice to say that the boy is not as pampered as we all thought. "

Lucius calmed himself. He was still glaring at Severus. Finally he fell on the couch and rubbed his forehead.

"Old friend you are going to be the death of me," Lucius sighed. Pain was clearly written on his face, and he sighed.

He looked at Severus and said, "I really should have known. You were so in love with Evens and you never took joy in hearing about raids. In fact there were times in the beginning that you looked as if you were in pain," Lucius was quiet for a moment, "I convinced myself that you were just squeamish."

"I wanted to believe," Severus whispered, "I wanted a family, but the Dark Lord is not the way. I have been given more by the light then the Dark Lord had ever given me."

"What is better than power?" Lucius asked as he stood pacing, "You were the Dark Lord's favorite Severus. His prized potions master. You could request anything you wanted and he would have given it to you. What could be better than that?"

"With the light I still have power," Severus replied with a small smile, "The Headmaster takes what I say into consideration. I do not have to worry about saying something wrong with him. He is more of a father then a master. I have colleges that may not like me, but trust me. Now I even have a ward to care for. I may not have riches, but I am comfortable."

Lucius looked at Severus and shook his head, "I cannot believe you are giving up your power for…family."

Severus gave Lucius a look and said, "But you would do the same for Draco. I know that you have no love for your wife, but you care deeply for your son. You would not suffer the Dark Lord to hut him. Please Lucius, think about what I am saying. Even I, who was his favorite, was tortured too many times to count. He even let Bella at me a couple of times. Do you honestly think he wouldn't kill Draco, especially when it becomes clear that the boy is only good for muscle? He is not as conniving as you would have hoped. In fact Potter, a Gryffindor has out witted him a few times."

Lucius said nothing. He just stood and went to the floo. He grabbed some floo powder and turned around sharply, "I will think on what you have said. If not for me...for my son." Then he was gone in a flash of green light. Severus sighed and then called for Fern. He needed her to clean out the room. Severus stood up and went over to the calendar. He groaned as he looked at the date. In the ruckus they had forgotten about Potter's appointment. He shook his head and gave instructions to Fern. Then he left and barreled to Gryffindor common room. The boy needed his potions. It would not do to keep him waiting for them.

Harry was shocked to see Professor Snape waiting outside for him. He thought he was in more trouble, but he explained quickly. Harry was startled that he forgot, he usually always remembered times, dates, and appointments. But in his defense he had quite a day. Now he was sitting in the infirmary being poked and prodded by Madam Pomfery.

"He looks better," Madam Pomfery was speaking mostly to herself, "He is still horribly underweight, but that will be fixed by the supplement." She handed Harry a potion and he sighed. He was going to have to drink this, but to his surprise as he threw it back he found that it tasted like strawberries.

"I like that one," Harry replied with a smile and Madam Pomfery smiled back.

"You have to drink it every day before you eat breakfast," She told him, "It will appear beside your goblet. It works best on an empty stomach so make sure you take it before you began to eat or drink…okay?"

"Okay," Harry replied with a bright smile.

"If you feel strange after taking this supplement come and see me or Professor Snape," Madam Pomfery commanded and Harry nodded.

"Is that everything?" Severus asked. Poppy nodded and said, "Make sure you eat three square meals, and two snacks a day until you reach your approximate weight."

"Yes ma'm," Harry replied with a big smile. Madam Pomfery waved them off. Harry followed Severus back to his common room. Severus looked down at his ward and said, "Remember to pack everything."

"Yes sir," Harry replied and started to slink into the common room when Severus stopped him. He looked around to make sure that nobody could see him and then he kneeled in front of his ward. He looked him in the eye and said, "I am not mad at you Harry. I am worried."

"You're worried sir?" Harry was surprised, "About me?"

"Or course," Severus replied a sad glint in his eyes, "Who else? You are my ward and I am worried about your anger problems. If they are to left progress you could really hurt someone Harry. That is way you are staying in our courters, and it is just until you are better."

"Yes sir," Harry replied with a small smile. He was just happy that someone was worried about him, even if that worry took him away from his friends. And to be honest he was a little scared of himself.

"Now," Severus stood straight and said, "Get packed and meet me when?"

"Seven o'clock sir," Harry replied with a faint smile. Severus smiled back and then walked away hurriedly. Harry shook his head and entered his common room again. Ron hadn't been back for while and Harry was beginning to get worried about him. He made his way up the stairs ignoring the looks he was getting. Already news was spreading about the incident over Malfoy. Harry was afraid that this would damage relations with the Slytherins. He really wanted everybody to get along. Things would be better at Hogworts if that happened.

"What's going on Harry?" Ron asked as he looked at Harry's things.

"Snape wants me to stay in his courters," Harry replied with a sigh, "He is afraid that my anger is a problem."

"Well if it can do what it did to Malfoy," Ron began, "I say it is out of control."

Harry nodded and went back to packing. Ron watched him for a minute and said, "I'll help you carry everything down to Professor Snape's. We need to talk to him anyway."

"What do you mean?" Harry asked, puzzled. Ron handed him a square piece of paper. Harry opened it and looked at it. It had one word circled in the middle and others branched out around it.

Harry looked at Ron and asked, 'What is a Basilisk?"

"A giant snake," Ron replied, "Hermione figured it out, and she had it in her hand. I found it after you left. It would explain a few things."

"Like what?" Harry asked.

"Like why all of the Hagird's roosters were killed," Ron explained, "A rooster's crow can kill a Basilisk."

"It would explain why I can hear a disembodied voice every time someone gets attacked," Harry muttered. Ron's ears pricked up and he said, "You hear voices."

"Apparently the snakes," Harry replied absently looking at the list. It would explain everything on the page and what was happening, "It says here that Basilisk's petrify if you look at them indirectly," he frowned and tapped his foot, "Mrs. Norris looked at it through the water, Ernie looked through Nick, and Hermione had the mirror. She must have been using it when she turned a corner," Harry felt jubilant but then he saw the small curvy sentence at the bottom.

It has happened before.

"We really need to get this to Snape," Harry and Ron locked eyes and nodded. They would just have to make him understand.

So what do you think? The plot thickens.