Greyson sat on the edge of bed. Hagrid had insisted that they went back to their dorms instead of waiting up all night for Filch to come back to retrieve them. "Are you going to go to bed?" Draco asked, his brows pinched together.
"Later," Greyson said before getting up to pace. He was too wound up to sleep. Honestly, he hated that he let Harry keep the cloak. He couldn't go to the library and get to the books and look into this. He grabbed up one of his books and headed to the common area. If he couldn't sleep, he was at least going to leave Draco in peace to get some rest.
Greyson woke up to being shaken awake. "You slept out here again," Draco sniffed, already dressed for the day. "And if you don't hurry, you're going to miss breakfast." Greyson nodded and shuffled to their room to change into some fresh clothes.
He couldn't bring himself to eat more than a scone before trudging to the library. There had to be something in the library about unicorns and what their predators were. Perhaps he would even learn what uses there were for its blood.
It wasn't until lunch that he saw Harry. "What are you studying?"
"Unicorns," Greyson said, holding up the book to show off its title, Caring for Your Unicorn. "Apparently Scotland has farms where they raise them. That's where the majority of the hairs and horns come from. They also shed their horns like reindeer."
"Greyson, we should leave that and the Sorcerer's Stone alone," Harry said. "Dumbledore is protecting it."
"Honestly, I don't think that is enough," Greyson said. "Especially if me, Fred, and George nearly made it through." If it hadn't been for the giant chess set, they probably would have found the stone before they even knew what was there.
"We've gotten in enough trouble and we don't need to get into anymore," Harry told him firmly. "We need to focus on studying and getting good grades on our exams."
Greyson nodded, but didn't say anything. "Well, did you find out what was going after the unicorns? None of my books have named any predators."
Harry looked around, making Greyson sit up more. Harry had to know something good then. "Last night, I had noticed a different trail and started following it," he said once he had sat down across from Greyson. "I found the unicorn. It was dead. But there was this thing, drinking its blood. It went to attack me and made my scar horribly painful. That was when Firenze saved me." Greyson nodded, making notes of all this in case he needed it for later.
"He told me why something, or someone, would do such a thing. Unicorn blood gives the drinker life," Harry explained. "Firenze said that it makes them cursed, but stops them from dying."
Greyson's eyes widened. "Voldemort," he breathed out. "He was killing the unicorns." He frowned. "No, that doesn't sound quite right. There has to be more to it..."
"Greyson, I'm serious, let's leave this to Dumbledore," Harry begged.
"Then let's tell him," Greyson said. If Harry didn't want to get involved that was fine, but they couldn't just leave this knowledge to themselves. "He needs to know why Quarrel is going after it and if it's to bring Voldemort back, then we really need to tell him."
"No, and we don't have any proof. Besides, nobody knows how to get passed Fluffy besides you," Harry said. "But I just came to check on you." Greyson nodded and watched Harry leave.