"They're on to us!" Tris said, standing from the breakfast table. The Dragon Riders had stayed late, discussing their situation.

"Who, the kids?" Zoe asked.

Tris shook her head. "No, damn it, Voldemort." She pushed her hair behind her ears and continued. "Someone on that teaching staff is a traitor. A damned traitor. The kids are catching on too."

Magus rose. "Something is up with Potter. Tris, you don't phase him, but Ron Weasley is a sucker for you. You can get what we need through him."

Tris nodded. "It's a pleasure."

Magus was sure she meant that literally. "Futch. I heard 'em talking. You're in Slytherin. It suits you, pond scum."

Futch growled. "I'll listen in for Snape. See if he's a suspect."

Zoe sighed. "You two, Futch, Magus, until Futch has a dragon, he cannot compete to be Dragonis. So in the meantime, shut the hell up and be friends."

Magus sighed and nodded. "Fine."

Futch nodded and left.

J.C. stuffed his head into his eggs.

Magus sighed. "I'm missing herbology. Have to go."

Casually, Magus walked into herbology. Professor Sprout turned. "Magus! Why are you an hour late?"

Magus blushed. "Well, Professor."

Tris walked in behind Magus. "Sorry I held up your student, miss. Mind if I sit in?" she said, eyeing Ron.

Magus glared at Tris. She smiled and kissed him on the cheek. Steam almost poured out of his ears.

"I'm afraid we weren't doing academic things, Professor," Tris said.

Magus sat down as Tris laughed. She took a seat next to Ron, and sat close. She whispered, "I love your hair, hon."

Ron turned as red as his hair. Tris smiled at him. "Can I sit with you at lunch, hon?"

Ron turned. "You're serious?"

Tris hooked her arms in his and Ron was hers.

Magus stared. Even an idiot took longer than that to bite Tris' hook. She fished with super bait, but this was obscene.

The lesson wrapped up quickly. They went to Transfiguration and went to lunch.

Ron was in a daze. Tris began to ask questions, and Magus turned to Harry. "Hey, Harry."

Harry looked up. "You. you're talking to me again?"

Magus suddenly realized he hadn't spoken to Harry in a month. No wonder Harry hadn't spoken to Magus in a week.

Magus laughed. "Damn, Harry, I realized the reason I was being so temperamental was I had stopped swearing."

Harry smiled. "But."

Magus raised an eyebrow. "But you, Ron, and Hermione found the dog."

Harry looked up. "WHAT?"

Magus grinned. "You weaseled info out of Hagrid and are trying to find out about Flamel." He said listening in to Tris and Ron.

Harry nodded. "How did you know?"

Magus smirked. "I didn't. You just confirmed."

Harry turned scarlet.

Magus didn't stop. "Harry, let the dragon riders handle it."

Harry turned away.

Magus growled. "If you think you have the right to get in their way because of your parents."

Harry got up.

"Harry, you will end up hurting us."

Harry left.

Tris grabbed Magus. "Meeting. NOW. In the library. Urgent."

Magus went to the library after he finished his meal.

They were all there, standing around.

Tris stood. "Our suspect. is a Sir Professor Quirrel."