A/N: wow, I honestly thought I was going to be stuck on this story for a lot longer and am disappointed that I was stuck for as long as I was. There is just one more chapter after this and that will be the end of Athena Black and The Escaped Lord. Don't worry though, it's not the end because Athena will be back.

…I do not own Harry Potter…

Chapter Thirty-Six: One More Prophecy…

April 1st was a day to be feared inside Hogwarts, the only group of our residency that didn't know what the day meant were the first years. Today was the Weasley twins' birthday and they 'shared' it with the rest of us by 'having the whole of Hogwarts celebrate'. Last year it had been muted with Lock-brain and the giant-ass nope rope slithering about.

They made up for that this year, in style. There was no gravity in the Great Hall when the bleary eyed students stumbled in for breakfast and found themselves on the ceiling instead. It was only people who lost their connection to the ground, thankful the food stayed on the tables. I was one of these people who floated away and was amongst the clouds before I could register what had happened.

Now, I was used to flying but usually there were more feathers involved. However, this was ridiculous, especially when a giggling Luna smashed into me, driving the confused breath from my lungs. She apologized with a kiss to my cheek and then rolled off of me to lay beside me, paying more attention to the enchanted ceiling. The Ravenclaw could have cared less about those concerned figures at the door trying to figure out a way to get us down as she was happily playing with a puffy, white cloud.

The answer was sending Ronald up to us with a rope tied around his waist; Weasleys made the mess and a Weasley would fix it. Between the two of us we got the rope around one of the rafters and started shuttling kids down to where Gran and Professor Sprout was waiting at the rope's anchor. We had breakfast outside; first years thought it was awesome while the rest of us were annoyed.

As it was Friday, I had the second time block of the day free and found myself in the library like always. The amount of homework that was being given was overwhelming and it seemed that whatever free time I had was spent between doing homework and being dragged down to the pitch for Quidditch practice. Tossing Oliver in to the lake was starting to look appealing again.

I know I should expect Hermione to show up during this time as she sometimes shows up, randomly. However, I was nose deep in a Transfiguration essay and off in my own little world as I worked and hadn't noticed Hermione taking the seat right across from me. I about killed myself when I looked up and saw my girlfriend grinning…beaming happily…leaning across the table and starting at me. The girl about gave me a heart attack and had the gall to giggle at me while I clutched at my rapidly beating chest.

"What is wrong with you?" I demanded to know in a low hissing whisper as I rubbed at my chest and hunted around for my pen that had gone flying.

With a flick of her wand, Hermione retrieved my pen from three table over where it'd stuck nub down in the tabletop. She repaired it magically and gave it back to me, not saying a word. I was starting to worry when she propped her chin up in the palm of her hand and sighed heavily.

"Do I need to get you to the infirmary?" I asked softly not wanting the wrath of Madam Pince down upon me, it wasn't pretty.

Hermione shook her head "nope, I am gloriously fine and do not require the attentions of the Matron of Pain."

I sat back in my chair and studied my girlfriend intently "why are you talking like me?" I asked "what happening has taken place in which you find yourself in need of being overly articulate and basically long winded?"

Hermione leaned forward whispered loudly in declaration "I quit Divinations!"

I frowned, brow furled in confusion "I didn't know you had that class today?"

The bookworm shrugged "you're missing the point, my beautiful goddess," Hermione sighed happily and threw her hands up in the air and shouted "I am free!"

"MISS GRANGER!" Madam Pince came from nowhere and growled at my girlfriend "you are in the library not on the Quidditch pitch," she snapped "lower your voice or leave!"

Hermione just grinned at the woman before she started dancing around her a few times before coming to gather up my things. The hastily gathered school things were shoved haphazardly in my bag and then I was being dragged out the library door by a skipping Hermione. Heading off to take the long way to our next class.

***A***

Ginny was almost intolerable over that weekend. She kept trying to pick a fight with me and it didn't matter if it was fists or with a wand. The girl had been cooped up too long and gazing longingly out at the greening landscape wasn't helping her mood. The girl was a horse animagus who needed room to run and stretch her legs. She also, very loudly, kept grumbling about having to register as an animagus. I understood why Ginny was being a bitch but that didn't mean I appreciated Ginger's attempted way of blowing off steam.

I was true to my word to her brother, however. When everyone was gathered in the Animagus Hall, Ronald and I were outside practicing his patronus. Now that Ronald was in better control of his emotions and had ahold of his temper, the boy was able to produce a fully realized Jack Russell Terrier patronus. My tigress ate it again when the wee pup kept biting at her tail and Ronald found it funny this time 'round.

He was laughing about it as we headed back inside and were almost run over by a very beautiful reddish horse with a flaxen mane. If I had to hazard a guess I would have to say that the horse was a Black Forest horse, a rarer breed but I'd never seen one with a reddish hue before. The Black Forest Horse were sturdy draft horses who are normally pretty darkened bodied in contrast to their manes and tails.

Both Ronald and I squealed and jumped backwards out of the way and gaped at the snowshoe hare, the pink-tongued greyhound with a chipmunk clinging to its back, a big eared tawny fox and a quickly waddling badger that were chasing after the mare. The opened mouth expressions were still there when officials in light green robes were running after them and calling trying to Ginny's group (not surprised) to halt and come back. It was Lady Longbottom who broke Ron and myself out of our dazes.

"Told the man if he kept dawdling that redheaded girl was going to lose her temper, alpha mare that one," the impeccably dressed woman chuckled to herself and grinned happily at me "I must say, Heir Black that you are becoming more worthy of headship each time I hear about you," the woman cuffed me on the shoulder. The force of which made me stumble "inspiring younger years to be animagi and getting prominent members of Wizengamot's to hold a fund raiser to pay for certification officials from the ICW. The left over going to vastly improve the orphan's fund."

I discreetly rubbed at my shoulder and shrugged "well, I didn't know about the orphan's fund bit but the miniature feller in Hogsmeade was an ass so…" I shrugged again "thought it better that we didn't have to deal with him."

Lady Longbottom smirked devilishly "that was a very good idea, Heir Black. Also, Hogwarts now has something over all the other magical schools. None of them have second year animagi…even if they weren't meant to transform yet. Like to see that prissy French school pull that off!" the woman had an almost maniacal laugh at that before she sighed and looked to Ronald "straighten up that posture, Weasley, put some pride back into your school. Hogwarts used to be at the top of the list for magical schools, now we rank lower than that American school with an Irish name."

Ron nearly snapped himself in half as he jumped to do as Lady Longbottom had commanded. He whimpered as the woman sniggered and turned on her heel headed back for the Animagus Hall, when she was out of sight he deflated like a balloon and rubbed tender at his lower back. I gently elbowed him to get his attention and asked if he'd ever been to the kitchens before, milkshakes always sounded good after a run-in with Lady Longbottom because they were comforting.

***A***

The two days it took to get everyone certified and registered only increased the panicky nature of one Oliver Wood. There were now only four or so days before the very last Quidditch game of the year and we were playing Slytherin for the Quidditch Cup. I'm really not sure the last time that we'd won the Quidditch Cup but I'm pretty sure that it was either Bill or Charlie Weasley leading the team and Nym was flying for Hufflepuff.

Angie was plotting his demise over breakfast by the time that Wednesday came about and Katie was helping. I was sitting next to Angie and could but chuckle at the elaborate scheme that was being drawn out on a napkin. It was very detailed.

"What do you think, Whiskers?" Angie asked leaning against me and held up her ink covered napkin "think it'll work?"

I shrugged "maybe but it's too elaborate, honestly why do you need a goose anyways?"

Katie threw a sausage link at my head "because there's a reason they call it a 'bird strike'. Geez, where you been Black, under a rock?"

"What about the squirrel in Auror tactical gear?" I asked ignoring Katie's jab and flying food stuff.

Katie growled at me "if you don't like the plan, Black, come up with your own!"

"Oh, I have a plan," I said simply "I turn Oliver into a rock and toss him in the lack."

A look of enlightenment passed over my fellow chasers' faces and they grinned "that would work," Angie nodded like she was an expert on murder "let's do that!"

"Alright," I sighed reaching for my orange juice "I'll make sure to write you lot once a week when they cart you off to Azkaban for magical murder."

"I knew there was a reason we weren't getting anywhere," Katie's shoulders sagged and she laid her head on Fay's shoulder "I don't look good in prison colors!"

Faye snorted and kissed her girlfriend's forehead "and you've determined this how?"

Katie shrugged "it's called taste in fashion, my love," Katie explained "and prison has no tastes. Haven't you seen the intake photos? No offense, Black, but your cousin looked off his mind in his. All screaming and shit, someone forgot to take their anti-crazy potion if you ask me."

"No offense taken," I assured the older girl "and I would agree that my cousin is crazy in addition to being a selfish man-child."

Katie smirked as she straightened up "why don't you tell us how you really feel, Black, don't hold it in. That's not healthy."

***A***

Oliver had gone back to his normal habits of single-mindedly stalking his teammates during transition periods to shout unwanted advice and getting disapproving looks from the various professors. Like the last time Gryffindor played, Professor Rosenberg had a few things to complain about with Oliver's behavior and making her students late to class. The irate woman, who seemed to be channeling Snape, took a whole ten minutes out of class to dress the Quidditch Captain down and threaten him with detention if he made myself or Harry late to class again.

Ever since that 'event' that we'd seen on Hermione's map, Rosenberg had been…I'm gonna say overly annoyed. The potion's professor was always in a grumpy mood and very snappish towards her students. Her eyes always seemed watery and she complained that the fumes from poorly brew potions was hurting her eyes and making her stomach upset.

Harry, Neville, Hermione and myself knew that it was something different as there was still a plus one by her name on Hermione's map. Not that we were dumb enough to being to say anything about it…to anyone! Most certainly not when Snape was being a bigger git than normal and seemed to take outlandish pleasure in making as many students cry as he could. He even gave detention to a whole class, a whole class that included Slytherins. No one was safe from his ire.

***A***

Gryffindor won the Quidditch Cup and we were celebrating. It had been one hell of a battle and I'd felt sorry for Draco, really. He so wanted to play fair that not getting too had given him an upset stomach; poor boy never stood a stance. Not with his father and mother in the stands watching the game.

Sitting in the common room listening to various people (some not even Gryffindors) rehash the game was fun but I was stuck in thought. I was thinking about how skinny Aunt Cissy had felt when I'd hugged her and how Lucius had scowled when the woman had excitedly greeted Draco and myself.

"Did you see the way that Johnson took that hit from Flint and still kept the quaffle, like it was nothing!" one boy was bouncing in his seat with a butterbeer in hand "brushed it off like it was nothing and still put ten on the board!"

Kid didn't mention the hit I took in-order to keep Warrington from messing up Angie's shot, or the bludger I had to dodge in response to my block. He didn't mention the concerned look on Aunt Cissy's face as I twisted sideways and felt the iron ball brush my side. I'd seen it and the relived look when I'd come away unharmed.

"What about when Harry was boxed in by the snake's beaters and let them crash into each other at the last second, that was wicked!" a Hufflepuff girl squeaked and gazed in adoration to where Harry was sitting next to the fire with Luna in his lap, where she'd planted herself and refused to move.

The girl didn't mention how Montague grabbed Katie back the back of her head, fistful of hair and viciously jerked backwards. Madam Hooch had come down on him with righteous anger and awarded Gryffindor the plenty shot when the other chaser claimed he thought her head was the quaffle. How could someone be that dumb and then be upset when they get penalized for it? Katie took the shot and successfully put ten more on the board. Took Gryffindor to 30 and left Slytherin with no points.

"That was not as cool as when George bashed Flint in the face with his bat when Flint smashed into Angie," Seamus countered "that was bloody epic, no really it was seriously bloody! Worried about the double penalty shots but knew Oliver would stop Flint!"

George had been a bit too pleased with himself over that. He should have known that Slytherins would retaliate and the game would descend into a more or less free-for-all-blood-bath. Madam Hooch had not been happy whatsoever and I'm sure she wore out her whistle during the game. There were places on me that was still sore after healing from all the blatant shots that Slytherins had taken.

The worse plenty, in Gryffindor's mind, had been when Draco had grabbed the end of Harry's broom to stop him from catching the snitch. It was a move of desperation that probably wouldn't have happened if Lucius hadn't been there. I'm sure that Elder Malfoy had had talk with Younger Malfoy about winning at all costs before the game.

The look on Draco's face confirmed that when Harry had caught the snitch. Draco had sent a petrified fugitive glance at the professor's stands with his shoulders slumped in defeat. I could only imagine what Lucius was going to do about Draco losing to Harry again.

What happened next was meant to take the heat off of Draco for a while. With Angie holding the front of my broom, I stood up on the handle and did a backflip off the side. There were shouts of horror and surprise from the stands and then cheers when I shifted to my hawk form and flew a lap around the stadium. I was low enough to the crowd that I could have touched them with my wing tips.

Gran didn't look very impressed when I landed in front of her and transformed back. Aunt Cissy was very impressed and nearly strangled me with her crushing embrace. She felt much skinner than the last time that I'd seen her, her eyes were tired and sad. I wanted to toss my 'uncle' over the side of the stands to the pitch so far below.

Aunt Cissy had held my face in her hands and beamed at me "Bella would have wrung your neck for that stunt but she was would have been thoroughly impressed by it as well," she told me with tears welling up in those tired blue eyes of hers "I am so proud of you, Athena. So very proud!"

She hugged me again as Draco came to land beside us in the emptying stands. Aunt Cissy exclaimed happily and dragged the boy into our hug. Draco let himself be included and melted happily into his mother. The embrace ended when Lucius told his wife not to embarrass his son in public. Draco growled softly but pulled away from his mother.

It was Hermione's voice and gentle fingers smoothing out the crease in my brow that dragged me from my reminiscing "what has you looking so unsettled?"

The bushy haired girl pushed herself closer to me so she was between my knees where I was sitting in what little space there was by the window sill. I sighed heavily and let my hands rest at her waist, my thumbs moving back and forth over the extra jersey of mine she'd been wearing all day. Hermione hummed patiently as I closed my eyes and relaxed at her ministrations.

"I was thinking about Aunt Cissy," I admitted as Hermione's hands moved from my forehead and temples to my neck and shoulders "I'm worried about her."

Hermione chastely kissed my lips before resting her forehead against mine "don't underestimate your aunt, Hammy. She will be alright."

I opened my eyes to gaze into Hermione's intense brown ones "I know, but I can't help it, Myne."

Hermione worried her teeth at her bottom lip for a long moment before smiling and asking softly "wanna get out of here? I know a balcony we can stargaze from."

I nodded as I chuckled and said "I think I've been a bad influence on you."

"I so totally agree!" Hermione nodded as she took my hand and led me towards the door after summoning our cloaks from the dorms. There were some protests to the garments flying overhead across the room.

***A***

At Hermione's suggestion we'd snuck out to one of the balconies on fourth floor to lay out and look at the stars. I had thought about the astronomy tower but that was clichéd and most likely to be patrolled. Getting caught was not on the itinerary.

We were laying there, wrapped up in my heavy red cloak and pointing out the different constellations as we found them. I also got to name the different ancestors of mine who were named after the stars or Greek mythology. Hermione found it fascinating that I could remember all that.

"Are you going to continue that tradition when we have children?" she asked innocently

I opened my mouth to respond before really realizing what she'd said, that caught me off guard. There was this warm and fuzzy, fizzy feeling in my chest as I thought about having a family with Hermione. It was a very appealing notion every time the thought was brought up.

Slowly I nodded, after closing my mouth and pausing for a long moment "I should think so," I nodded again "I mean, we are going to be Ladies Black, you know, head of the Most Noble and Ancient House of Black. I think there were only a handful of Blacks who didn't fall into tradition but I don't believe any of them held headship."

Hermione sniggered in the dark "what makes you think that I am going to change my name after we marry?" she demanded playfully smacking at my stomach "I will have you know that the Granger dynasty is one full of respectable people and is worthy to be held by nobility. I think I like the ring that Athena Granger has to it."

"Hermione Black isn't half bad either you know." I teased back

We both jumped when an irritated Scottish brogue sounded from the darkened doorway behind us "how does detention sound instead?" Gran growled lowly.

"Like a horrible and confusing surname," I lulled my head backwards to look at my fuming grandmother "McGonagall is also a very nice surname, if we're taking in all the options."

I could see my grandmother roll her eyes "you're fourteen years old, nay old enough to do anything but be children," she informed us as she moved out onto the balcony with us "which is why I would like to know exactly what my idiot of a granddaughter is doing out after curfew when there's a madman on the loose?"

"Snape escaped the dungeons?" I asked in a worried tone

Hermione was giggling, detaching from me as Gran dragged me to my feet "you know full well who I mean, Athena Cassiopeia Black," Gran snapped, Hermione's giggles died down as she stood and collected her own cloak we'd been using for a pillow "what would you have done if he'd found you instead of me?"

"I have a wand and I know how to use it," I grinned at the scowling woman "my Gran taught me. Hermione has a wand too."

Gran snorted and caught me by the ear "too bad your grandmother hasn't been able to teach you how to use that dull grey thing between your ears for more than a hat rack!" she pinched harder as she started to leave the balcony (that really hurt by the way) "come along, Miss Granger, you are in the same amount of trouble as my granddaughter even if I haven't addressed you yet!"

"So much for the date," Hermione sighed softly and followed behind us towards Gryffindor tower.

***A***

The rest of April and May seemed to fly by after that weekend was finally over. Gran had decided to take Sunday…all of Sunday, to inform Hermione and me of why sneaking out after curfew was a bad idea and how she'd panicked after doing a headcount once the other houses had left the party (more like she evicted them). We also got another 'safe sex and abstinence' talk. It was awkward and Gran was working hard to prove a point. If the point was to kill Hermione's and my date nights for the rest of the month…it worked.

It was odd and strangely abnormal that nothing truly eventful actually happened during April and May. Very unsettling actually. I mean besides Hagrid getting Buckbeak a date for appeal and there was the mountain of homework we were given to either be crushed beneath or climb and conquer. The council was very aware of the need for study groups and was forming them so they were included all houses.

I did feel bad for the fifth years who were gearing up to take their O.W.L.s because their homework levels was K2 to our Mount Elbert (tallest mountain in Colorado, USA; hunted a wendigo there once. Never want to do that again, scary as shit. It's something liked I'd like to forget…damn, now I'm thinking about it). Anyways, I was able to trick the Weasley twins, the great and powerful tricksters themselves.

They made it common knowledge that they did not take the upcoming testing seriously and had better plans (debatable) of pulling shenanigans during exams (mostly on Percy; the older boy had thrown himself into his studies recently so to get into the Ministry). I could see by the horrified look on Hermione's face that she was just mere seconds away from losing her mind and giving the boys a lecture about how schooling was important and they shouldn't ruin for others….yadda yadda and so on. Even if it was Percy.

So, instead, I just told them that was probably a great idea. They could never pull off decent grades anyways and I'd bet money on it. I'm not sure which stirred their rebellious streak but there was now twenty five galleons on the line to say they could get more than four O.W.L.s a piece. There were a number of council members who looked surprised and impressed by the handling of the boys.

Susan stepped in and tossed in another five galleons if the boys could do it without pranking anyone during the whole week of exams. The redheaded boys were sweating and communicating with just looks before they both nodded and took the bet. I was quite proud of myself, I must say.

***A***

As exams started getting closer, I almost forgot about the bet altogether because I was wrangling a manic Hermione. She was over-obsessing about classes and what was going to be on what exam and I'm not proud of this but I slipped her a sleeping potion once or twice during the month of May. I had too, the girl was using the time-turner to extremes so she'd have enough time to study everything we'd learned this past year…in every class but divinations.

For the first time in a long while I happened to find myself in agreement with Ginny Weasley, this school year needed to end! It needed to end as badly as Snape and Rosenberg needed to calm themselves before students refused to enter their classrooms. Which, by the way, was desperately!

It's weird but I was almost filled with happiness when the first of the exams came on that second to final Monday. We had Ancient Runes first, for those of us who had it. Neville was legitimately worried about how his translations came out because he panicked in the middle of the test and blacked out the whole session. He didn't pass out because I watched out of the corner of my eye but when the exam was over, the boy couldn't remember any of it. I probably should have slipped Neville a sleeping potion or two as well.

In Transfiguration we had to turn a teapot into a tortoise. Mine still had a gold lining around the shell while Neville's had steam coming out the ears. Hermione was complaining that hers looked more like a turtle than the tortoise. Harry was just happy that his lost the flowery pattern the shell had before Gran came 'round to check results.

Charms was the funniest because one of the charms Flitwick had us doing was a cheering charm. Poor Ron had to be escorted from class because Harry got a bit enthusiastic with his spell. St. Blueberry was laughing in hysterics and took well over an hour to calm down before cursing his stomach muscles…and Harry too.

History of Magic was my favorite. Kaylee's test was identifying places and peoples, writing down the important info like when, where and significance. Next was multiple choice questions which I rocked. The essay was fun, I'm weird I know, but sometimes it is fun spouting fun facts.

Care of Magical Creatures was a freaking breeze. We had that one on the 6th which also happened to be the day of Buckbeak's appeal. Hagrid was a nervous wreck so we got flubberworms for the final. The big man just wanted them to alive by the time the testing period was over and he'd consider it a passing grade.

Astronomy was the same as it had been the last two years. Star charts and naming the phases of the moon. I was going to be so happy when I got to drop the class after fifth year. So totally hated the class…with a passion.

Potions was nerve wracking because we weren't sure which personality Rosenberg was going to have for it. As it happened, she threw up the recipe for a Confusing Concoction and then sat at her desk eating BBQ flavored crisps. Never got up to wonder around the room. Guess if something went wrong then it was going to go wrong. Rosenberg had apparently accepted this theory and was applying it.

I like Remus Lupin, I do but I fucking hated his final. The man decided an obstacle course was the thing to do. There was grindylows, redcaps, hinkypunks and the grand finale was a fucking boggart that he didn't tell us about! He had to rescue me from it because I set the thing of fire when I panicked. That turn set the rest enclosure on fire, dry straw bales are really flammable.

Outside of the final room, I threw up everything I'd had to eat that day. Lupin looked apologetic and masterfully used magic to clean up the sick splattered on the ground. He tried to pat me on the shoulder but I growled at him and walked away to where the other kids who'd made it through was waiting. Neville gave me a breath mint once he was through the course, Harry did splendid and at least Hermione managed to beat her boggart test, even if she came out traumatized by it (wonder how Gran is going to feel about being Hermione's greatest fear).

We ran into Minister Fudge as we were heading back to the castle. Defense Against the Dark Arts happened to be our last exam of the year and there'd been something liberating about leaving the obstacle course. That feeling was viciously murdered by the sight of Fudge's lime green bowler hat and his ever pinstriped suit.

"Here with the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures," he said in a friendly manner, eyeing me as he continued "I was in Hogsmeade to check in with this Sirius Black situation and was asked to be a witness to the execution of a dangerous hippogriff."

I snorted contemptuously "Buckbeak isn't any more dangerous than your bowler hat," I informed the man while my friends were trying to shut me up "Draco didn't listen and got himself into that situation. I was the one who got hurt and I'm telling you that Buckbeak acted exactly to what his instincts were telling him too!"

Fudge frowned and shrugged "be that as it may, Miss Black, but the decision has already been made. The hippogriff needs to be destroyed before he can hurt someone else."

Harry and Hermione dragged me away before my mouth could get me into trouble. There wasn't much of an appetite to be had after that when we headed to dinner. In the small time between the end of the DADA exam and dinner, Hagrid sent a note via Gorgo to let us know that Buckbeak had lost his appeal.

"You know, I bet freaking Trelawney is going to be so pleased with herself now," Harry groused "she kept trying to make me say that I'd seen a sobbing Hagrid and a bloodied axe."

Hermione frowned in disgust "that's horrible, Harry. You shouldn't listen to that crackpot fool and you should have gotten out of it while you could have. Now you're stuck in there until N.E.W.T.s and it's entirely your own fault."

Harry sighed heavily and shook his head "yea, but I'm not completely sure that she's a total crackpot, though. You remember that creepy thing she did at Christmas?"

"You mean when she tried snapping my wrist?" I asked poking at the food on my plate "and kept telling me there was death in my future?"

Harry nodded "yea, that, well she sort of did it again…I mean the strange voice thing and the prophecy thingy. Like right after I'd finished my test she went all ridged and spoke in the freaky ass voice."

"Okay," Neville sighed and leaned forward over the table to rest his head on his fist "I'll bite, what did she have to say this time?"

"Well," Harry shuddered before saying "she said 'When Freedom is Denied, The Servant will be Identified, The Lord will be Vindicated, The Knight's Squire will be Taken. Tonight when the Moon is High."

I leaned against Hermione and chuckled when the bookworm smirked "yeah, that's not ominous at all, Harry!" she giggled into my shoulder before asking "did she at least tell you what any of that meant?"

Harry snorted "no, she didn't even remember saying it and you are lucky, Hermione Granger, that I even remember it at all!"

"Forget, Trelawney," I shook my head as I wrapped an arm around Hermione "we should go see Hagrid before…ya know, make sure the big guys is alright."

Neville nodded "agreed," he pushed his untouched plate away "lest we can do for him."