Harry walked dejectedly to the Great Hall, but quickly looked up as Hedwig swooped down. Harry had sent letters to Ron and Hermione the night he had arrived, and Hermione had sent him one back.

Dear Harry,

I only have a second to write, but how is your summer? That's madness about Professor Figg… that you knew her for such a long time and that she was protecting you. What was she protecting you from?

Well, I just got the owl yesterday-I'm a prefect! That means no sneaking out any more at night, understand?

Let me know what's happening,
Hermione

Hermione a prefect? Harry wasn't surprised, although it did put a damper on his plans.