Note: I would like to say I did explain why the two tins had those color eyes and hair. Chloe got her green eye from her grandparents as did Haley get her black hair. I would appreciate it if you read and review my new chapter. Any and all ideas and helpful comments are welcomed and flames too. Although, I do take those rather hard. It will not stop me from writing. I do not own Harry Potter. The plot, though, is mine. The quote; I don't know who said it. It was a random one I found while surfing the internet.

Chapter one: Beware the Silver eyed man

Never give up and never give in

Hermione lowered herself into the library seat; the candle on the table cast its flickering glow making shadows dance on the walls. It had been burning when she entered, just as this book had been lying next to it. She brushed the cover brushing away the imaginary dust; the gesture had been out habit only. It was a plain maroon cover, no writing what-so-ever. The moon streamed through the windows, casting silver rivers of light only the stone floor.

She flipped open the book, filling the room with the rustic smell of old books. It was a book of dark spells; this was a book from the restricted section she noticed right away. She looked up into the dimly lit room and wondered if the person who had brought it out was still here. She flipped through the book; a single piece of parchment fell out. It was folded and neatly creased. Now, Hermione wouldn't consider herself the nosy type, but something willed her to stick that paper into her backpack.

She scooted her chair back, the sound of its feet scrapping the floor the only sound. It was after hours, after all. She moved silently, ghost-like through the rows of books, looking for any sign of the presence of another.

After searching through the rows, and finding nothing; she made her way back to the table. Upon coming out of the row, she froze. The candle had been blow out, and the book was gone!

She glanced around, frantically. She walked to the table, her gait quickening with ever step. She didn't think anything evil could enter Hogwarts, but Hogwarts had evil all its own.

She picked up her backpack, slinging it over her shoulder and walked quickly toward the door. As she neared it, she felt a cool hand on her arm, and she was pulled behind a row of books and shoved against the wall. A hand was placed over her mouth and a harsh whisper filtered through the air. "My note is not in the book."

She recognized it instantly. Draco Malfoy. Hogwart's Evil. His malignant silver eyes came into view. The moonlight reflecting in their depths.

"Where is it?" He removed his hand.

Hermione shook her head vigorously. "I don't know."

"What do you mean you don't know? You were the only one to come in since I left the book alone to find another." His voice was calm, but there was covert anger.

"How do you know? I saw somebody leaving when I entered," Hermione stated defiantly.

Draco scowled. "I need that letter, Granger." He was the embodiment of evil, the snake, the monstrous beast.

"Well, I don't have it."

Draco backed away from Hermione. "You better not be lying to me," he whispered and then was gone.

Hermione let out a shaky sigh. She pushed away from the wall and made her way to the Gryffindor common room.

The common room was devoid of life. Everything was still and silent. There wasn't even a fire in the hearth. She made her way up her stairs, slowly. Her footsteps soft upon each step. She didn't want to be heard. She silently pushed open her door, making her way to her bed. She sat down on its comfortable surface and drew the note from her bag, by the light of the moon alone; she read the scribbled words…

Dad

I can't seem to find it anywhere in this school. I know you said it's here and that the amulet should locate it. You also said it wouldn't be that hard to find it. I know as you read this you are most likely cursing my stupidity, but father I am telling you I can't find it. It's hidden, or has a spell on it. The person who has it obviously knows its amount and greatness of it power. I have not seen it used, yet, but I fear it will only be a matter of time.

Draco

Hermione didn't get it. She re-read the letter over and over. What could they possibly be talking about? It has to be something of the darkness. Some evil plan Draco's father was working up with Lord Voldemort and Draco was just caught in the middle. She shook her head, it was his business how he lived his life; Hermione knew. But, why couldn't be choose this side. The light. The goodness.

Hermione hid the letter in her drawer under a bundle of letters and her diary. She hid it where it would be safe from all wondering fingers and peering eyes. She didn't want it to see the light off day again, let alone find its way to Lucius' hands or Voldemort's for that matter.

She slipped into her pajamas, and then fell into bed. She was asleep before her head had hit the pillow. It had been a long, exhausting day and night for that matter and she didn't know that tomorrow, could just possibly be worse.

Hermione woke up the next morning feeling refreshed, and alive. That is till she remembered the previous day's events. She pushed back her cover and placed her bare feet on the freezing floor. She rose from her bed and made her way to her dresser, pulling out the day's attire. She slipped on her plaid school skirt and crisp, white button down top. She straightened her tie and put on her sweater. Over all this, she slipped on her Hogwarts school robes.

She skipped down the stairs making her way to the common room, greeting Harry and Ron. "Hello, you two."

"Well, you seem happy." Harry noted.

"No, just feels good today." Hermione smiled.

"I should say so, we don't have classes with the Slytherins today," Ron announced quite happily.

"I wouldn't be so sure of that," came Neville's voice from over by the bulletin board. "Schedule's changed. First block, Care of Magical creatures with Slytherins."

Ron's smile disappeared quickly and he collapsed to the couch. "Why do they do this to us?" he asked no one in particular.

The great hall was as it usually was, loud and busy. Hermione, Harry and Ron sat down in a triangle at the table, Ron on one side, Harry and Hermione on the other.

Dumbledore stood up, "May I have your attention! I would to say that we have a problem on our hands. It seems one of our Ravenclaw students has gone missing."

Talk erupted through the hall and a lot of people were worried about the Chamber of Secrets having been opened again.

"I assure you," Dumbledore continued and everyone quieted, "The chamber has not be re-opened again. We have made sure of that."

"Then what did it?" Some random voice from the sea of students called.

"We… do not know, but every staff member is on lookout and we will figure this out. Till then to not be alarmed continue as you have." Dumbledore finished and sat down.

"What no safety precautions?" Hermione whispered to Harry and Ron. "What if someone else goes missing?"

"I guess they just don't want to alarm us," Ron shrugged.

Hermione looked around, every worried face. Each one wondering if they could be next. "He's already got everybody worried." She whispered.

The trio made their way down to Hagrid's hut for the first lesson of the day. "Today we will be working with Mermaids." He mentioned towards a tank everyone had failed to notice before. A beautiful woman leaned over the edge staring at the group with Sparkling eyes.

"The is Naomi," Hagrid smiled, "She's a sixteen year old mermaid and she agreed to join us today."

All the men in the group, Gryffindors and Slytherins alike were staring at her, entranced. She had eyes the color of the ocean and long silvery blonde hair, almost a pale white. "In folklore," Hagrid began. "Mermaids were described as supernatural beings. She is a woman waist up, waist down she has a fish-like tail."

Naomi's tail swished up above the water and crashed down, causing a wave to hurtle over the edge of the tank.

"The mermaid is sometimes said to be seen above the surface combing her hair with her hand. She has a beautiful voice that most men cannot resist. In numerous tales, it is said that they tell the future, sometime under compulsion give humans super powers; or fall in love with a human being and entice them to follow them into the ocean. Most mermaids are gentle and kind…" Hagrid continued to talk for the better part of an hour and then he offered everyone to go up and get a better look.

Hermione walked up to the tank, the air smelled of attraction, lonely dreams and salty sea. She smiled at the girl, and looked up into her eyes, the swirls of the ocean tides. Something changed about the girl and she grabbed Hermione's front of her shirt. "Beware." She whispered. Her voice was that you would hear uttered to a lover in the dark of the night.

"What?" Hermione questioned.

"Beware the man with the-" She paused.

"The what?" Hermione was more persistent.

"Beware the man with the silver eyes." She finished and dipped back under the water.

"Silver eyes…" Hermione whispered to herself. She turned around and her eyes met Draco's. His eyes were gray, but they were close enough to silver to be cautious.

Beware of silent dogs and still waters

Note: That is a Portuguese proverb. Thank you for reading. I would love for you to review.