He seems to have collected a few more Dark finders than the last time I was in his office. "Nice foe glass," I tell him, looking at the dark shadows swirling around in the glass.

"Can I help you with something?"

I stare at him. Originally I had just wanted to make sure that Harry was okay. I didn't really have anything in particular to say to him, but now that I'm here…

"You're different."

He stares at me from the seat behind his desk. "What are you on about?"

"That's just it," I tell him, shaking my head. "It doesn't matter, because no one believes me, but you are different. Senility, whatever."

Moody folds the map shut, giving me his full attention.

"What?" I ask him, getting unnerved by his staring.

"What side are you on?"

"Does it matter?" I ask him return. "The world is not split into good people and Death Eaters."

"You sound like Dumbledore."

"It's true."

"You might not be one to consider being an auror with that view."

I laugh at him. "I wasn't planning on it."

"Right," Moody replies with a critical look. "Can't be catching Death Eaters and befriending them. Doesn't work that way."

"Maybe I want my options open," I tell him, looking for any sort of typical reaction, and receiving a smile instead.

"That's what I'm talking about," I say, shaking my head.

"You're an interesting girl," he tells me. "You didn't like my comment about Death Eaters going free, did you?"

"I like Snape."

"You haven't had too many people care about you, have you?"

I glare at him. "You could say that."

"Snape is a coward," he tells me. "He got scared and ran to Dumbledore. A Death Eater is supposed to be a Death Eater for life. There are vows."

"I've yet to meet a Death Eater that isn't a coward," I tell him slowly, watching his reaction closely. "Most hide behind the ministry."

He nods at me with a small smile. "You are very right."

We stare at each other for a few moments in silence before he stands. "Let's get you back to your tower," he tells me, motioning to the door.

I follow him without a sound, only speaking when he drops me off at the portrait and I need to tell the Fat Lady the password. Both Harry and George are waiting for me on the couch before the fire.

"You okay?" Harry asks me when he notices I've walked in. "What was that about? Taking with Moody?"

I shrug at him and sit down on an arm chair. "That man is not normal."

"What did you talk about?" George asks.

"Snape."

"Snape said Moody searched his office," Harry says. "What was he looking for?"

"Not a clue," I reply. "Voldemort?"

George flinches and I can't help smiling at him. "If you guys don't mind," I tell then. "I think I'm going to go to sleep now. Enough excitement for one day." I walk over to the couch and give George a quick kiss goodnight, and place a kiss on Harry's forehead as well before heading up the girl's staircase.

"I sent Sirius a letter," Harry tells me, leaning across the table at the library where we were researching how to breathe under water. Toph said he had it covered, so I was helping Harry, Ron and Hermione. "About what happened with Moody and how Moody said Dumbledore had given Snape a second chance…this is what he sent back."

I look at the note and raise an eyebrow. "Well it seems my dear father is back near the grounds."

"Oh this is no use," Hermione says, shutting the copy of Weird Wizarding Dilemmas that she had been reading through. "Who on earth wants to make their nose hair grow into ringlets?"

"I wouldn't mind," Fred says, emerging from a bookshelf with George. "Be a talking point, wouldn't it?"

"What are you two doing here?" Ron asks.

"Looking for you," George replies. "McGonagall wants you, Ron. And you guys too, Hermione, Tay."

"Why?" Hermione asks, looking surprised.

"Dunno… she was looking a bit grim, though." Fred says.

"We're supposed to take you down to her office," George adds.

"We'll meet you back in the common room, Harry," I tell him, looking at George. He shrugs as I stand, wrapping his arm around me and steering me out of the library.

"No clue what this is about?"

"Nope," Fred answers. "We were just told to get you three and make sure you got to McGonagall's office."

"And here we must depart you," George says before leaning down to kiss my cheek and leaving with Fred down the hall.

I look at both Hermione and Ron before knocking on the large oak door and being told to enter by McGonagall's curt voice.

"Sit down," she tells us, gesturing to the three empty chairs placed before her desk.

Raising an eyebrow, I sit down in the first chair, Hermione to my left, and Ron to her left.

"You three are needed for the next tournament task. The champions will have to swim through the lake and retrieve what they hold dearest- one of you- before the allotted time period. You are all perfectly safe and will be in a sleep the entire time until you reach the lake's surface."

"I'm sorry," I say slowly. "But what they hold dearest?"

McGonagall gives me a slight smile. "That is right Ms. Black. Mr. Potter will be retrieving Mr. Weasley. Mr. Krum will be retrieving Ms. Granger, and Mr. Wood will be retrieving you."

"And the French girl?" I ask, ignoring Hermione who was blushing beside me and avoiding Ron's eyes.

"Ms. Delacour will be retrieving her little sister, who is already in a bewitched sleep to your left."

Sure enough, a small girl was asleep on a bottom bed of two sets of bunks that had been set up in the back of her office.

"What happens if we're not got to in time?" Ron asks, looking slightly worried.

"You all will be safe," McGonagall says. "Now get to a bed."

"I suppose we can't refuse?"

She sends me a glare. "Most certainly not."

I nod at her and stand, climbing to the bed above the small girl.