A few days later; and getting close to Halloween; Harry, Hermione, and Ron found themselves piled with homework, almost too busy for any free time to do whatever they wanted. Hagrid was almost better and could be seen strolling about the grounds.
Draco Malfoy on the other hand, had managed to escape homework by for one, getting off with no homework from Snape, and by getting Crabbe and Goyle to do it, hoping they wouldn't mess up and get him a bad grade.
He recalled the argument as he wandered by the Forbidden Forest...
"But why should we do your homework?" Goyle asked stupidly.
"Because I shouldn't have to do it! I am a Malfoy!" he had yelled and then stormed out of Slytherin.
Because he was a Malfoy. Had he really said that? Come to think of it, he didn't even like being a Malfoy. Watching the grass crunch under his feet he wondered if it really had been him that almost killed Hagrid or if it was just some really weird dream. Suddenly, he felt himself getting very dizzy and blackness washed over him. Faintly he recalled hitting the ground and then nothing.
***
The wolfling was out again, this time it was on business. It couldn't have people blabbing out its secret to the world now could it? Stalking through the building it crept into the Hospital Wing, where Professor Trewlawney was still out cold.
Putting it's front paws up on the side of the bed it watched her chest rise up and down, her heart beating gently. Licking its lips it decided her death would have to be quick, so people wouldn't hear it.
With a silently fatal snap Trewlawney was dead and her throat was ripped open, blood bubbling out of it. Holding the urge to eat her as well, it stalked away, without a backward glance at the dead body laying in the darkness.
But it's night was not over. No, it still had quite a bit of work to do.
Creeping into the Forbidden Forest it walked into a small clearing where an old hut was. Inside it had stolen a few of Lupin's things and made it look as if Lupin was hiding out in the Forest. Making sure there was lots of prints around the house it trotted back, making deep prints in the soggy ground.
Its paws nice and muddy it trotted back through Hogwart and back to the Hospital Wing and made muddy prints around Trewlawney's bed.
Laughing in its mind, the wolfling ran off into the night, ready to hunt.
***
His heart racing Draco woke up in his bed, in the Slytherin common room, not out by the Forbidden Forest, to his relief. There had been another killing. Now Draco was sure of it, especially since new scrape laced across his chest, making it painful to even breath. Every time he had a dream, there was a killing. And this time it was Trewlawney. So clearly could he remember the smell of her blood as it pulsed out of her torn neck. To his horror, he realized that he liked the feeling, remembering her dead body. He wanted to go back there and tear her open, sinking his fangs-
No! Draco shook his head. He didn't even have fangs. He had teeth. Everyday, normal teeth. He climbed out of bed and into the bathroom. A shower would help. Yes, a shower would clear his mind.
He let the hot water run down his back and off his nose. So hot it almost scalded his back. A while later he heard Crabbe and Goyle banging on the door for their turn.
Sighing he got out and dressed. Sure enough, he felt refreshed and sure of himself. Sauntering down for breakfast he was reminded of his dream once he heard the now familiar chatter of horror and fear in the Great Hall.
He flopped down at the table and chewed on a sausage as he listened to someone, he couldn't recall who, tell him exactly what had happened. Professor Trewlawney had been killed in her bed, and muddy footprints led to a hut in the forest. Draco listened to this. There had been no hut in his dreams. In the hut there was a few of Remus Lupin's belongings. With this, the Ministry had gone to Lupin's home and sent him to Azkaban without a trial.
Surprised, Draco grinned, the old werewolf would get caught for something sooner or later. Yet, Lupin wasn't the killer, Draco knew that. Shrugging, he thought, all the better for me.
Meanwhile, Harry, Hermione, and Ron were stunned.
"But Lupin isn't the killer. We know he wouldn't do that. Dumbledore knows he didn't do it!" Ron exclaimed, outraged.
"Yes, but the Ministry doesn't know Lupin like we do," Hermione told him.
"We've just got to find out who it is!" Harry said, determined.
He glanced at Draco, noticing the fact that he looked very tired and out of it. Hermione followed his gaze and snorted.
"I dislike him as much as you do, but there is no way it could be Malfoy," Hermione shook her head.
"But it makes perfect sense! He was out hunting, and came upon Hagrid, so tried to kill him. Pansy, who is always around him, being a real pain, dies as well. Then Trelawney dies as well, she must have known he was the killer, so pow! And she's dead too!" Ron said, excited.
Harry nodded, Hermione still looked unsure, but after a moments thought, she too, agreed with Ron.
***
A few weeks later, Harry and Ron were walked down the halls, on the way to the library to look up some homework. Suddenly, Ron held up a hand to stop.
In the empty classroom ahead, two voices were drifting out. Malfoy's angry voice could be heard shouting.
"You said you'd get the Calypso Bark for the Potion! Do you have any idea what this will do to my grade?" Malfoy demanded.
"Sorry! I forgot, I've been really busy with homework!" Lavender's voice argued back.
"That was homework!" Malfoy told her and stormed out, not even noticing Harry and Ron.
They exchanged glances and hurried to the Library, where Hermione was.
"Hermione!" Ron said as they rushed in, recieving a loud SHHH! From Madam Pince.
"Yes?" she asked, looking up from a book.
"We've just heard Malfoy talking to Lavender, and he was really angry. Just wait, I'll bet Lavender gets killed soon!" Ron said in a loud whisper.
Harry nodded violently.
"If Lavender dies. If she does, then we go to Slytherin, if not, then, well I suppose we were wrong," Hermione said cooly, and turned back to her books.
***
The wolfling chuckled with pleasure. Lavender! Pitiful girl! She shouldn't be walked among the hallways at night. Its silent paws crept along the stone floors after the girl.
She knew it was after her. Her instinct was telling her death was on her heels! Licking its lips the wolfling kept at a steady pace behind Lavender, who was now running through the halls.
With one last bound the wolfling pinned the girl to the ground, its breath hot on her neck. And with one swipe all her troubles were over, her head rolling off into another classroom.
And that night, the wolfling had a feast.