"All students will return to their House common rooms by six o'clock in the evening," announced McGonagall. "No student is to leave the dormitories after that time. You will be escorted to each lesson by a teacher. No student is to use the bathroom unaccompanied by a teacher. All further Quidditch training and matches are to be postponed. There will be no more evening activities."

The Gryffindors packed inside the common room listened to their head of house speak in silence. She rolled up the parchment from which she had been reading and said in a somewhat choked voice, "I need hardly add that I have rarely been so distressed. It is likely that the school will be closed unless the culprit behind these attacks is caught. I would urge anyone who thinks they might know anything about them to come forward."

She climbed somewhat awkwardly out of the portrait hole, and the Gryffindors began talking immediately.

"That's two Gryffindors down, not counting a Gryffindor ghost, one Ravenclaw, and one Hufflepuff, " said the Weasley twins' friend Lee Jordan, counting on his fingers. "Haven't any of the teachers noticed that the Slytherins are all safe? Isn't it obvious all this stuff's coming from Slytherin? The Heir of Slytherin, the monster of Slytherin— why don't they just chuck all the Slytherins out?" he roared, to nods and scattered applause.

Arabella rolled her eyes, while Ron pursed his lips. She couldn't help but noticed Percy was sitting in a chair behind Lee, looking pale and stunned.

"Percy's in shock," George whispered to Arabella. "That Ravenclaw girl— Penelope Clearwater— she's a Prefect. I don't think he thought the monster would dare attack a Prefect."

But Arabella was only half-listening. She didn't seem to be able to get rid of the picture of Hermione, lying on the hospital bed as though carved out of stone.

"What're we going to do?" said Ron quietly in his friend's ear. "D'you think they suspect Hagrid?"

"We've got to go and talk to him," said Arabella with a hard swallow. "Lyla told us to not do anything unless there was another attack– well, there's been another attack! I can't believe it's him this time, but if he set the monster loose last time he'll know how to get inside the Chamber of Secrets, and that's a start."

"But McGonagall said we've got to stay in our tower unless we're in class —"

"I think," said Arabella, more quietly still, "it's time to get James Potter's old cloak out again. I asked Daphne to snag it for me a while back"

Arabella and Lyla had inherited just one thing from their biological father: a long and silvery Invisibility Cloak. It was their only chance of sneaking out of the school to visit Hagrid without anyone knowing about it. They went to bed at the usual time, and met down in the common room at an arranged time when everyone was asleep.

The journey through the dark and deserted castle corridors wasn't enjoyable. Arabella, who had wandered the castle at night several times before, had never seen it so crowded after sunset. Teachers, Prefects, and ghosts were marching the corridors in pairs, staring around for any unusual activity. Their Invisibility Cloak didn't stop them making any noise, and there was a particularly tense moment when Ron stubbed his toe only yards from the spot where Snape stood standing guard. Thankfully, the professor sneezed at almost exactly the moment Ron swore. It was with relief that they reached the oak front doors and eased them open.

It was a clear, starry night. They hurried toward the lit windows of Hagrid's house and pulled off the cloak only when they were right outside his front door. Seconds after they had knocked, Hagrid flung it open. They found themselves face-to- face with him aiming a crossbow at them. Fang the boarhound barked loudly behind him.

"Oh," he said, surprised, lowering the weapon and staring at them. "What're you two doin' here?"

"What's that for?" asked Ron, pointing at the crossbow as they stepped inside.

"Nothin' — nothin' —" Hagrid muttered. "I've bin expectin' — doesn' matter — Sit down — I'll make tea —"

He hardly seemed to know what he was doing. He nearly extinguished the fire, spilling water from the kettle on it, and then smashed the teapot with a nervous jerk of his massive hand.

"Are you okay, Hagrid?" asked Arabella carefully. "Did you hear about Hermione?"

"Oh, I heard, all righ'," said Hagrid, a slight break in his voice.

He kept glancing nervously at the windows. He poured them both large mugs of boiling water (he had forgotten to add tea bags) and was just putting a slab of fruitcake on a plate when there was a loud knock on the door. Hagrid dropped the fruitcake. The two friends exchanged panicstricken looks, then threw the Invisibility Cloak back over themselves and retreated into a corner. Hagrid checked that they were hidden, seized his crossbow, and flung open his door once more.

"Good evening, Hagrid."

It was Dumbledore. He entered, looking deadly serious, and was followed by a second, very odd looking man. The stranger had rumpled gray hair and an anxious expression, and was wearing a strange mixture of clothes: a pinstriped suit, a scarlet tie, a long black cloak, and pointed purple boots. Under his arm he carried a lime-green bowler.

"That's Dad's boss!" Ron breathed in shock. "Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic!"

Arabella elbowed Ron hard to make him shut up.

Hagrid had gone pale and sweaty. He dropped into one of his chairs and looked from Dumbledore to Cornelius Fudge.

"Bad business, Hagrid," said Fudge in rather clipped tones. "Very bad business. Had to come. Four attacks on Muggle-borns. Things have gone far enough. Ministry's got to act."

"I never–," said Hagrid, looking imploringly at Dumbledore. "You know I never, Professor Dumbledore, sir —"

"I want it understood, Cornelius, that Hagrid has my full confidence," said Dumbledore, frowning at Fudge.

"Look, Albus," said Fudge, uncomfortably. "Hagrid has a record against him. Ministries got to do something — the school governors have been in touch —"

"Yet again, Cornelius, I tell you that taking Hagrid away will not help in the slightest," said Dumbledore. His blue eyes were full of a fire Arabella had never seen before.

"Look at it from my point of view," said Fudge, fidgeting with his bowler. "I'm under a lot of pressure. Got to be seen to be doing something. If it turns out it wasn't Hagrid, he'll be back and no more said. But I've got to take him. Got to. Wouldn't be doing my duty —"

"Take me?" said Hagrid, who was trembling. "Take me where?"

"For a short stretch only," said Fudge, not meeting Hagrid's eyes. "Not a punishment, Hagrid, more a precaution. If someone else is caught, you'll be let out with a full apology—"

"N-not Azkaban?" croaked Hagrid.

Before Fudge could answer, there was another loud rap on the door.

Dumbledore answered it. It was Arabella's turn for an elbow in the ribs; she'd let out an audible gasp.

Lucius Malfoy and Aldriech Parkinson strode into Hagrid's hut, both swathed in long black traveling cloak. Mr. malfoy smiled a cold and satisfied smile, while Mr. Parkinson looked around the hut with a disdain. Fang started to growl.

"Already here, Fudge," said Mr. Parkinson approvingly. "Good, good..."

"What're you doin' here?" said Hagrid furiously. "Get outta my house!"

"My dear man, please believe me, I have no pleasure at all in being inside your — er — d'you call this a house?" said Mr. Malfoy, sneering as he looked around the small cabin. "I simply called the school and was told that the headmaster was here."

"And what exactly did you want with me, gentlemen?" asked Dumbledore mildly. He spoke politely, but the fire was still blazing in his blue eyes.

"Dreadful thing, Dumbledore," said Mr. Parkinson lazily, taking out a long roll of parchment, "but the governors feel it's time for you to step aside. This is an Order of Suspension— you'll find all twelve signatures on it. I'm afraid we feel you're losing your touch. How many attacks have there been now? Two more this afternoon, wasn't it? At this rate, there'll be no Muggle-borns left at Hogwarts, and we all know what an awful loss that would be to the school."

"Oh, now, see here, Aldrich," said Fudge, looking alarmed, "Dumbledore suspended— no, no— last thing we want just now."

"The appointment— or suspension— of the headmaster is a matter for the governors, Fudge," continued Mr. Malfoy smoothly. "And as Dumbledore has failed to stop these attacks —"

"See here, gentlemen, if Dumbledore can't stop them," said Fudge, whose upper lip was sweating now, "I mean to say, who can?"

"That remains to be seen," said Mr. Parkinson with a nasty smile. "But as all twelve of us have voted —"

Hagrid leapt to his feet, his shaggy black head grazing the ceiling.

'An' how many did yeh have ter threaten an' blackmail before they agreed, eh!?" he roared.

"Dear, dear, you know, that temper of yours will lead you into trouble one of these days, Hagrid," said Mr. Malfoy slowly. "I would advise you not to shout at the Azkaban guards like that. They won't like it at all."

"Yeh can' take Dumbledore!" yelled Hagrid, making Fang the boarhound cower and whimper in his basket. "Take him away, an' the Muggle-borns won' stand a chance! There'll be killin' next!"

"Calm yourself, Hagrid," said Dumbledore sharply. He looked at the two newcomers. "If the governors want my removal, I shall of course step aside —"

"But —" stuttered Fudge.

"No!" growled Hagrid.

Dumbledore had not taken his bright blue eyes off both men since they entered the hut. "However," continued Dumbledore, speaking very slowly and clearly so that none of them could miss a word, "you will find that I will only truly have left this school when none here are loyal to me... Help will always be given at Hogwarts to those who ask for it."

For a second, Arabella was almost sure Dumbledore's eyes flickered toward the corner where she and Ron were hidden.

"Admirable sentiments," said Mr. Malfoy, bowing. "We shall all miss your highly individual way of running things, Albus, and only hope your successor will manage to prevent any — ah — killings."

He, along with Mr. Parkinosn, strode to the cabin door, opened it, and bowed Dumbledore out. Fudge, fiddling with his bowler, waited for Hagrid to go ahead of him, but Hagrid stood his ground, took a deep breath.

"If anyone wanted ter find out some stuff," he said carefully, "all they'd have ter do would be ter follow the spiders. That'd lead 'em right. That's all I'm sayin'."

Fudge stared at him in amazement.

"Alright, I'm comin', said Hagrid, pulling on his moleskin overcoat. "An' someone'll need ter feed Fang while I'm away," he said loudly.

The door banged shut and Ron pulled off the Invisibility Cloak.

"We're in trouble now," Ron said hoarsely. "No Dumbledore. They might as well close the school tonight. There'll be an attack a day with him gone."

Fang started howling, scratching at the closed door.

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