Harry woke up earlier than usual to meet his friends at the common tables. When he was wrestling to get out of bed he noticed how Baz's bed was vacant. Walking down to the great halls Harry quickly spotted his friends and rushed over.

"Harry, what's with the urgent message?" Ron yawned out, "it's bearly dawn."

"Ron, don't be rude. I'm sure Harry has a reason for calling us. Have the dreams been coming back Harry?" Hermione asked. Even though her voice hinted at a concern, Harry could tell that waking her up this early took its toll. Her hair was wirier than ever and she had round circles around her eyes.

"What? No, No. This is totally different. Look it's about Baz."

"Baz? Did something happen in detention yesterday? You seem distraught." Hermione placed her hand on his forehead.

"Hermione!" Harry shewed away her hand, "Just let me explain!"

Harry went on and relayed them what he noticed last night between Baz acting funny and being covered in blood.

When Harry finished his story all Hermione and Ron could muster up was "wow."

"Wow? I just saw Baz covered in blood! And, all you guys say is wow?!" Harry half-heartedly yelled.

"What did you want us to say?"

"Say something other than wow."

"I don't know!" Hermione became frazzled. They all tried to think of any logical explanation for what Harry had just seen.

"Do you think he's a death eater or a vampire?" Ron mustered up.

"Don't kid yourself, Ron, there's no way- Hermione?"

Hermione began to dig around in her satchel till she produced a book of the dark arts. "There is no way he could be a death eater. But, a vampire might be a closer fit." She began to scan through the pages till she landed on a unit about Vampires.

"Hermione you can't be serious."

"But Harry, it all makes sense now! Why his hands are cold, why he asked about half-breeds here at Hogwarts on the train, why he pulled away from you when you showed him your hand. Ron, you say Baz can walk around in the dorms with no lights?"

"I mean yea, I guess. But, I always thought the guy had good eyesight or something."

Harry shook his head, "You're jumping to conclusions, Hermione. There's probably a more realistic solution to this. Your putting clues in that don't exist."

Hermione huffed out a frustrated sigh, slammed her book, and pushed herself up from the tables. "Fine, but don't think I won't drop this. I will follow up on it." She marched down the aisle, leaving the boys to finish their breakfasts on their own.

Baz was feeling like hell.

His body ached and his head pounded as he got to his feet. His eyesight swam in all direction making him lose his balance and fall again. But, Baz was going to be damned if he died at the hands of a few spiders.

Forcing himself up, he started his run again as the spiders began to inch themselves closer. Baz sprinted down the windy path tripping over roots and branches as he cast slowing spells over his shoulder. Baz grew exhausted from all the spells and his pace quickly slackened. I mean it wasn't his fault for almost killing their king. It was simply a miss understanding between him and a rock that so happened to land right behind their leader. But now wasn't the time to stop and explain.

Baz tore threw the path, his robes, catching on the branches, ripped in all directions. Blood began to swell up around his arms from the stick's razor-sharp claws. Baz was just lucky he was able to finish his hunt before he ran into his new eight-legged friends.

Light began to spew out at the end of the path from the Quidditch fields. He used his last hint of energy to sprint to the finish line. The spiders began to fall back as they neared the end of the forest and soon none even followed him. Exhausted, Baz paced himself out till he was at a slow walk. Rushing as soon as he possibly could to the dorms without arousing suspicion.

When Baz walked in all the kids were fast asleep, including Harry. Throwing his now ruined uniform into his trunk Baz took a quick shower before crashing onto the bed, closing his eyes before his body hit the cushions.

The following morning Baz woke to an aching body. His arms were scattered with bruises and scrapes and his face had a few cuts from those devil trees. patching himself up as quickly as possible Baz ran down to get a quick breakfast and then rushed himself into the library until the first bell rang.

Baz walked over to their table just as the others filed themselves into the room. The teacher instructed them that it was a reading day and they all pulled out their books. Baz leaned over in his chair over Harry's shoulder, "Hey, sorry about detention. I wasn't feeling all that great last night."

"What? Oh... right" Harry opened his book. "Why did you seemed so freaked out?" Harry asked without looking up from his book.

"Blood makes me squirmish sometimes. I can't get through a medical show without gagging." And it was true for the most part. Simion always made Baz watch corny shit with him, and it did make him sick. Simon always found it hilarious for a vampire to freak out everytime they did an open would deny it but he was always interested in what would happen next and would let Simion put on the next episode with reluctance.

Harry's face seemed to brighten and when he looked up from his book his eyes widened. "What happened?"

"What?"

"Your face and your arms." The other two looked up as well. Baz pulled at his robe sleeve to hid the bruises that showed.

It took him a minute to come up with a liable excuse, "I-I feel down the moving staircase. It changed on me last night and I wasn't really paying attention."

They all said their apologies except for Hermione who just looked at him with skeptical eyes before returning to her book. All the classes blurred together into one long snooze fest for Baz. When they walked into their Dark arts class, Baz could still smell the hint of Harry's blood in the air and it made him queasy. A shifting in their seats. Professor Umbridge came out with a hurry. She threw down her work which sent a negative energy through the room.

"Due to parent out cry, we will be skimming through our previous chapter and will now focus on a new unit."

She smoothed out her hot pink cardigan, "I think the parents of this school are outrageous to ask for such a thing." Huffing out her frustrations she hissed, "turn to page 370 in your books. We will be covering this section for the next handful of weeks. Start with reading chapter one and two."

Baz began to flip through his book until he landed on the section, vampires.