Whispers ran through the hall that morning, hushed and scared. There had been another attack that night. And this time, someone was actually dead, Pany Parkinson, mauled to death just down by the lake.

All outdoor classes had been canceled and Quidditch was off until the murderer was found. Two people were the main suspects of the gossiping kids of Hogwarts. Sirius Black or Remus Lupin.

"No matter how hard I try, I can't be sad about her death," Ron said, shaking his head.

"Me too," Harry agreed, "I feel kinda guilty."

Hermione looked at them in astonishment, "I can't say you two don't surprise me somtimes. You don't even feel pity that such a young life was wasted? Gone forever? Actually, I just feel sorry that she had such a bad attitude towards life."

She continued eating her breakfast.

"No Quidditch," Harry sighed unhappily.

"At least it's a Saturday," Ron said, looking on the bright side of things.

"A weekend we won't be spending outside," Harry added.

"I have lots of homework," Hermione said cheerfully, "It should take me at least half the weekend."

Ron looked sick.

"Snape gave us soo much homework," Ron stated.

"I suppose its off to the Library," Harry said, standing up and heading out. Ron and Hermione followed.

***

Draco walked into the great hall, severely shaken and white, in the great hall the aroma of warm sausage rose to meet him. Gagging he hurried out. He wasn't hungry; not after a dream like that. Pansy wasn't dead and she certainly wasn't killed by him. Though come to think of it, he hadn't seen her all morning. It was then that he heard Harry, Ron and Hermione talking. Hermione seemed to notice his stare, for she turned and glanced at him. Draco looked away, he then realized what they were saying. No, it couldn't be, Pansy was dead, killed by a werewolf. Stunned, Draco managed to stumble back to the Slytherin common room, where he collapsed on his bed.

***

Professor Trelawny, after consulting her tea leaves, divintation globe, all her magical divining tools had determined who she believed had really attemped to murder Hagrid and had killed the unicorn.

She walked stifly; amazed at visions that she had received; straight to Dumbledore's office she knocked on the door.

"Come in," was the reply.

Inside, Dumbledore sat at his desk on in a chair to the side sat Draco Malfoy, trying to hedge his way out of trouble. Trelawny stared at the boy and asked, "Professor," she said faintly.

"Yes?" he asked.

"I believe," she glanced at Draco, "I know who has murdered our dear friend Hagrid. It's"-

And with that she fainted on the floor .Dumbledore raised his eyebrows and Draco turned very white.

***

Hermione, Harry, and Ron stood in the infirminary talking to Hagrid. Hermione glanced at the bed where Trewlawny lay. For a moment she opened her eyes.

"Hermione," she said in a dazed voice, and lapsed back into unconsciousness.

"Professor Dumbledore, is sayin' Trewlawny knew who it was, jes' didn't manage to get the name out," he chuckled, "Dumbledore'll catch 'im in no time! Yeh best be going now, Pompfrey, the ol' hag, she'll be swooping in on yeh to leave anytime now."

"Bye Hagrid," Ron said.

"I hope you get well soon," Hermione said as they left the room, closing the door behind them