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"Well, if that wasn't one of the weirdest things to happen to me, I don't know what is," Callen declared, gazing around the now dim clearing.

"Well, weird or not, we're still lost," Hermione reminded her.

"Yeah, I know. I wonder what the unicorn meant," Callen mused.

"What did he say?"

"That 'he' knows where I am, that 'he' knows me. But who the heck is 'he'?" Callen said desperately.

"I don't know," Hermione said. "Is that all that he said?"

"He said that I needed to be more cautious," Callen said impatiently. "But who was he talking about?"

"I think he meant Voldemort," Hermione said quietly, after a pause.

"But how would Voldemort know who I am?" Callen asked, bewildered.

"I don't know," Hermione said. "But I do know this – if he does know who you are, you're in trouble.

"And how do I get out of trouble?"

"You can't, unless you kill Voldemort. Or you die."

"Great. So basically, I'm stuck."

"Sorry."

"Sure you are."

"I am. Now let's get out of here, please."

"Okay." Callen started walking toward the opposite edge.

"Where are you going?" Hermione asked, hurrying after her.

"Out. Where else?" Callen asked.

"But we don't know which way out is," Hermione reminded her.

"It's this way," Callen said. "The unicorn told me while I was passed out."

"Well, it can't really get us more lost than we are already," Hermione told herself. "All right."

~*~*~*~*~*~

After making their way steadily for ten minutes, they saw the edge of the forest.

"Finally!" Callen said, exasperated.

"Look, there's the castle!" Hermione said, pointing.

"We'll just find the myriod tomorrow," Callen said. "When it's lighter out.

"Yeah," Hermione agreed. "Hopefully we won't get lost tomorrow.

They walked up to the castle slowly, still tired from their encounter with the unicorns.

"I still can't believe that happened," Hermione said.

"You can't believe it??? I can't believe it!!" Callen said. "I was the one that got knocked out by a unicorn and he started talking to me!!"

"True," Hermione admitted. "But I was watching. How do you think I felt watching you, lying on the ground like you were dead?"

"Did I really look like I was dead?"

"Yes! It was scary," Hermione said, shuddering. "I mean, I've seen Harry looking like he was about to die, and that was scary enough! But…in a way, I'm closer to you than I am to them, so…" she trailed off.

"So…what?" Callen prompted. "What?"

"Well, it was worse seeing you lying on the ground like that then it is seeing Harry lying in a hospital bed knocked out," Hermione admitted.

"Well, I'm fine now," Callen said, touched by what Hermione said. "Let's get up to the dorm."

"Good idea."

The two made the climb to Gryffindor Tower, where they found Ron waiting anxiously for them.

"Where've you been?" he demanded as soon as they walked in. "Harry's been looking all over for you!"

"He has?" Hermione said uninterestedly.

"Really," Callen said absentmindedly.

"YES, he has, REALLY," Ron said angrily. "He's going to Dumbledore right now to tell him that you two are missing!"

"Is he?" Callen gasped. "Great," she muttered. The last thing she wanted was to get the headmaster that she didn't even know involved in it.

"Oh no," Hermione said, apparently thinking the same thing. "We've got to go find him!" She tore out of the room.

"I'll stay here," Callen yelled after her. She sank down on one of the chairs. "What time is it?"

"Only 1:30 – AM!" Ron yelled. "You two have been missing for five hours!"

"We were out in the forest," Callen said dully.

"What in the bloody hell were you doing in the forest at night?" he demanded.

"I wanted to go home," Callen explained. "We were trying to find the myriod and we got lost."

"Why did you want to go home?" Ron asked in a gentler tone, sitting down.

"Because, I'm not doing anything good here," she said miserably.

"What do you mean?"

"All I succeed in doing is getting detention and revealing my secret!"

"So what? You've only been here a few weeks. There's no way you can be an expert at our school," Ron said, trying to comfort her.

"And Harry's furious at me because I was talking to Draco," she continued, yawning and rubbing her eyes to hide tears.

"You were talking to Malfoy?? Why??"

"Why does everyone seem so amazed that I was talking to him?" she said desperately.

"Because he's just plain evil," Ron explained.

"He hasn't done anything to me!"

"Anyway, keep going about what happened," Ron said hastily. "You couldn't've been lost for five hours just walking around. What else happened?"

"We found a glory," Callen said, smiling at the memory of the beautiful unicorns.

"A what?"

"A glory of unicorns," Callen said. "It's a group of unicorns. In this one, there were at least a dozen."

"Wow. I've only seen a couple unicorns, and never more than one at the same time," Ron said, amazed. "Well, except for that time Hagrid caught two foals."

At this point, Hermione burst into the common room, followed by Harry, followed by Dumbledore. Callen's heart sank at the sight of Dumbledore.

"Callen!" Harry cried. "There you are!"

"Yeah, here I am," Callen said unhappily.

"Are you all right? Hermione said that you were knocked out by some stupid unicorn," he said anxiously.

"I'm fine," Callen insisted.

"I brought Dumbledore so you could tell him what happened," Harry continued. "Hermione told me before I got to his office, and we decided that he should know."

Dumbledore looked at Callen through his half-moon spectacles. "Would you mind telling me what happened to you and Miss Granger while you were in the forest?"

"No, sir," Callen replied dully. As fast as she could, she told everything, starting from the very beginning when Colin found the myriod to the unicorn speaking to her. When she finished, Dumbledore simply sat and thought for a while.

"Don't go home yet, child," was all he said. "Don't go home yet." With that, he turned and left.

"Great, some advice he gives," Callen muttered. "So, what do we do now?"

"I'm hungry," Ron said. "I say we sneak down to the kitchen and get something to eat."

"I could do with something to eat as well," Harry said, grinning. "Girls?"

"Well, we haven't been to the kitchen in a while," Hermione said. "We might as well pay Dobby and Winky a visit."

"Who?" Callen asked.

"House-elves," Harry said. "Dobby tried to kill me, and Winky hates me."

"That's nice," Callen said faintly.

"Well? Let's go," Ron said impatiently. "Are you coming, Callen?"

"Yeah, why not," Callen said, standing. All she really wanted to do was curl up on her bed and sleep, but she could deal with getting something to eat.

~*~*~*~*~*~

"Callen," Harry said as they reached the Great Hall.

Hermione and Ron were squabbling over which door led to the hallway that the kitchen was in.

"Callen," he repeated.

Callen turned around. "What?"

"I'm sorry I was so rude earlier. I didn't mean to make you want to go home," Harry apologized.

"That's all right, it wasn't you that made me want to go home," Callen said, not exactly meeting his gaze.

"Liar."

"All right, all right, it was you," Callen admitted. She glanced over at Hermione and Ron, who were opening doors at random. "But it wasn't just you. Everything was adding up."

"What do you mean?" he asked.

She told him about her life at home, and how she couldn't help hoping that when she went back home, her parents would be back to normal.

"Is that why you wanted one of us to go back with you?" Harry asked. "To see if something could be done about your parents?"

Callen nodded. "I just want them back," she said sadly. She couldn't help it. She started crying.

"Aw, don't worry, Callen," Harry said. "It'll be all right."

When she didn't stop crying, he reached over and hugged her. His sudden movement attracted the attention of Hermione and Ron, who were still arguing.

"Look," Hermione whispered, shutting the door she had just opened. She smiled.

"Callen, it's all right, we'll find the door any second," Ron said, mistaking the reason she was crying to be that she was hungry.

"That's not why I'm crying, you dolt," Callen sniffed.

"Oh."

"Have you found the door yet?" Harry asked. He still had one arm over Callen's shoulders.

"No, but we're getting close," Hermione said. "Wait, now I remember! It's that one!" She pointed.

"All right!" Ron cheered. "Time for food!"

"I believe, Mr. Weasley, that it is time you and your friends got yourselves back up to Gryffindor Tower, not time for food," a cold voice said from behind them.

"Uh-oh," Hermione muttered.

The four turned around, dreading what they knew they would see.

Snape glared at them. "Go," he said, pointing to the stairs.

The four trudged toward the stairs slowly.

"Damn it," Ron muttered under his breath.

"Miss Weasley," Snape called from behind them. "I don't believe you ever finished your detention. You will do it tomorrow, all day."

Callen's heart sank. Tomorrow was Saturday, and Callen had planned on sleeping in, then simply lying around the common room, maybe playing Quidditch with Harry and the rest. Now she had to spend the whole day in the dungeons.

"Sir, why did she even receive a detention?" Harry asked. "She didn't do anything wrong."

"She caused a disturbance, Potter," Snape snapped. "Now, if you'll excuse me, get to bed!" He stormed out of the hall.

"Great," Callen muttered, trying not to cry again.

"Don't worry about it, Callen," Harry said. "We'll help you."

"Thanks."

"Damn it, I'm still hungry," Ron complained.