Note: I had completely forgotten about Hagrid's accent. I am so sorry. Well, I don't have much to say this time. Harry Potter doesn't belong to me. Obviously. So, well on with this chapter. I'm trying to get them out as fast as possible and plus I lead a pretty boring life. So I have time to sit around and do nothing.

Chapter two: Nighttime Searching

Murphy's Law: If anything can go wrong, it will.

Saturday had come in a whirl. Nothing about the letter, the disappearances had been mentioned since that Monday and Hermione just figure they were still looking. She rolled over reaching into her dresser to pull out her diary. Her hand grazed over her bundle of letters and she remembered Draco's note. Which he had probably already recopied and owled it to his dad. Pulling it out, she examines it once again.

She had long since decided that the letter was of evil nature, but the though that it could be attached to the disappearances had never occurred. Now, it was lodged in her brain and nagging her every cell. What if it was Draco? He was evil enough, or so it seems.

But, with what would he make a person disappear? There was only one place to go that had all the answers.

Hermione entered her favorite place in all of Hogwarts. The library. She lowered herself at one of the many empty tables, pulled out a new, fresh parchment and began scribbling ideas. Draco had captured the Ravenclaw and sent him to Voldemort to be a sacrifice. Absurd! Why would Voldemort need a sacrifice. They weren't worshiping Gods. Draco needed to take him and kill the Ravenclaw in front of Voldemort to join the death eaters circle. Possible. Maybe he feed him to a giant snake. Hermione thought back on the Chamber of Secrets. No, that's ridiculous.

She looked around the library at everybody caught up in what they were doing. She sighed. This was insane. She didn't have the faintest inkling how to go about figuring out how to find out if he's connected or not with out the single most idea of what the 'it' was in the letter. Hermione didn't see why Draco couldn't have just used its actual name.

She rolled up her parchment and placed it in her bag. She sighed and stood up, throwing her backpack over her shoulder. She headed for the door, when it opened and Draco stormed through and into her. "Why do I always seem to run into you in the library?" She asked sarcastically.

Draco scowled, "Just the person I wanted to see."

Hermione moved to push past him. Beware the man with silver eyes. He grabbed her arm, "Don't walk away from me when I'm talking to you."

"What do you want, Malfoy?" A few heads turned.

"I know you have my letter," he whispered.

"And why would you think that?"

"Oh, I have my sources." He smiled sardonically. "What did you think of it?"

"You know I don't have to deal with this." She tried to push past him. Draco wouldn't let her by. "MALFOY! MOVE!"

"Hermione Granger!" Ms. Pierce exclaimed. (Sorry, for the life of me, I couldn't remember the librarians name.) "I would never expect to hear you, of all people, screaming in the library."

"I am so, so sorry."

"That won't cut it this time, Ms. Granger. You and Mr. Malfoy will be given a detention for fighting and screaming in the library."

"Fighting?" Hermione exclaimed, "We were hardly-"

"Tomorrow, down with Hagrid. He has been having trouble lately. I'm sure he can find something for you to do."

Hermione sighed heavily, glared at Draco and left the library. Her plans for tomorrow night of sitting by the warm fire with friends crashed by Draco Malfoy. Beware of the man with silver eyes, Hermione scoffed. The mermaid did not know how true that line was. No, she definitely did not.

Hermione had bundled herself up in a thick warm, sweater over which she threw her robes; for fall's chill was definitely setting in and Halloween was just on the horizon.

She made her way down to Hagrid's hut alone, the wind whispering all around her, tearing at her robes and pulling at her hair. The dying leaves rushed down in swirls around her. It was one of the most scariest walks she had made in her life. That so many feet from the castle to Hagrid's hut. The ever constant fear that some mythical beast could jump out of the shadows and tear her head off: no mercy. She shivered.

It was a wonderful relief when she stepped on the stone step of Hagrid's place. Safety washed over her in a flood of warmth. Knocking on the door, she waiting patiently for Hagrid. She glanced around behind her, eyes scanning the shadows. What was taking Hagrid so long? I mean his hut was only so many feet wide. She heard a rustle of leaves, and she glanced behind her. The wind. She turned around and a pale face stood before her, silver eyes glowing in the night. It took her a second to realize it was Draco and when she did she raised her hand and hit him hard in the shoulder.

He was beyond hysterics now. "Granger, you should have seen your face," he laughed. "It was one of the funniest damn things I've seen in my life." He pulled the hood from his head, revealing his silvery blond hair.

Hermione turned from him, her lips set in a dead line and she knocked again.

"Hagrid's not in side." Draco spoke up.

"Then where, might I ask, is he?" she turned back to her rival, a scowl forming on her lips.

"Around back. He told me to come get you. He heard you knocking."

"Oh," she walked around him, heading behind the hut, where Hagrid sat on top of a barrel, holding a lantern. Draco tailing at her heels.

"Glad to see yeh, Hermione." Hagrid stood. "We're going into the forest, tonight. My werewolf escaped." He explained.

"Your werewolf. Don't werewolves turn back into a human after sunup."

"No this one. Special breed, this one here is. Stays wolf form all three days of the full moon."

Hermione nodded, "Isn't it a little dangerous sending us in there?"

"It won't bit you." He waved his hand in her direction. "You two will be going that way." He pointed behind them.

Draco glanced behind him, "Come on, Princess. We must go into the forest." Draco turned to go.

They had not gotten five feet into the forest, when Draco asked, "So, what did you think about my letter?"

"What does that have to do with anything? And what does it matter?"

"Oh, So you admit you have it? I just thought it would be a good time to talk about it seeing as we're alone and yards from the castle and teachers and your friends."

Hermione turned to him, looking him square in the eye. "I didn't admit anything BUT, I DO think you're up to something."

"Me? Why would you think that?"

"Because, Malfoy, you are always up to something. It's who you are."

Draco stared to say something when he noticed movement behind her, "Granger don't move."

Hermione went rigid. "Is it right behind me?"

"Be quiet!" he scowled.

A small wolf-like animal trotted out of the bushed and began sniffing at Hermione, "My God! Hagrid! It's just a small werewolf. I figured he would have a full-grown one."

Hermione still stood still. "That means it's a young child in human form. It's parent have to be worried."

"It's probably an orphan." Draco walked around Hermione. He raised his wand, casting a spell on the small pup. It froze, and he raised the petrified body.

"Draco! I can't believe you put a petrifying curse on him," she exclaimed. Draco looked up at her and smirked. "What?"

"You called me by my first name, Granger."

"Oh, oops. Caught up in the sentimental moment of the baby orphaned werewolf." She laughed nervously.

"Granger, you owe me?"

"For what?" Hermione was baffled.

"For saving you."

"Saving me?"

"Yes, from the terrible wolf."

Hermione laughed, "You want me to repay you for that?"

"Yes, I expect a return favor."

"You must be out of your mind."

"I'll tell everyone you got down on your knees and confessed undying love to me."

"They wouldn't believe you." Hermione shook her head.

"You wanna find out?"

Hermione looked at him, "No, not really. Fine one favor. How hard could it be?"

Draco laughed. They made their way back to Hagrid's after signaling that they had found it. By the time they got there, Hagrid was their already. They gave him the wolf and left; after Draco un-cursed it of course.

Hermione made her way back to her dorm room, tired and droopy-eyed, but when Dumbledore made his way out of one of the offices; she didn't drop the chance to ask him. "Headmaster," Dumbledore turned to look at her.

"Oh, hello, Ms. Granger." His eyes sparkled behind half-moon spectacles.

"Have you figured out what happened to Christian?" Christian had been the missing Ravenclaw boy.

Dumbledore shook his head, "I'm afraid not, Ms. Granger."

"Alright," she sighed and said her good-bye, continuing her trek to her room. She made her way up the staircase and froze. Her breath escaped her lips in a strangled gasp and her eyes grew wide.

Chase after truth like hell and you'll free yourself, even though you'll never touch its coat tails.
Clarence Darrens

Note: I don't know if that quote really fits, but if you think about it. Hermione is trying to find out the truth of the note. Well, please read and review.