Who is Lady Drishthi?

Five months passed. Both Ron and Hermione were going great together. Sneaking into empty classrooms to have their snogging sessions, were now part of their daily routine. They really enjoyed each other's company and felt content with each other. They were always found to be sitting beside each other in classes, holding hands under the table. Harry on the other hand, was really happy for them, but at the same time, he must admit he felt left out since both Ron and Hermione now preferred to be alone. But Harry could still see how they make time for Harry, which he really appreciated.

It was 11 o'clock at night. All the Gryffindors had retired to bed, except for the famous trio.

"Guys, I think I'm off to bed too. Can't risk getting late for tomorrow's Transfiguration test," Hermione said, closing her Transfiguration textbook.

Ron, who was playing chess with Harry, stood up and gave his girlfriend a quick peck on the lips, "Okay. Sweet dreams, love."

With that, Hermione smiled sleepily and went up to the girls' dormitories. Harry and Ron continued their game.

"What do you think McGonagall' give us to transfigure, tomorrow?" Ron asked.

"Well, how do you expect me to know? I'm no Professor Tre-loony," Harry answered, face down concentrating on his next move on the chessboard.

Time passed, and without them knowing, it was already past midnight, till suddenly, Harry's stomach grumbled. Ron smirked.

"Never knew I'd influenced you that much, mate," Ron joked.

"You're hungry too?" Ron nodded. "Well, c'mon. I can't wait till breakfast. Let's sneak into the kitchen."

Harry went up the stairs and came back with his invisibility cloak. Together they went past the portrait hole. Once they reached the fruits painting, Harry tickled the pear for entrance. Once they got in, both the boys realized that all the house elves were sleeping, except for one, Winky. She was still cleaning the kitchen.

"Hey, Winky! Sorry to disturb. We're hungry and thought that we could get some food here," Harry said softly.

"Sure, Harry Potter sir. Winky is just clearing some of the leftovers," the house elf replied. With that, she took a bunch of éclairs, muffins, and some brownies and handed them onto Ron's and Harry's hands.

Ron, who was already munching on the muffins, said, "Thank you, Winky."

"Yeah, thank you. Okay, Winky, good night," Harry echoed. They went out of the kitchen, both munching on their food.

Suddenly, Harry flung out his arm to stop Ron from taking another step. He grabbed Ron and hid themselves behind a pillar.

"What?" Ron mouthed.

It was the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Nathanael. He was standing still, with a small slender box in his left hand. Out of a sudden, a hooded figure walked up to him. The figure appeared shorter than him.

"Lady Drishthi," the professor bowed his head at the hooded creature.

Ron's and Harry's eyes widened at the sight. The professor and what they figured was a lady, were now talking in a language, both boys have never heard of. Moments later, the professor handed the box in his hand to the lady. Once he did that, he bowed again and left. The hooded figure was still standing there, but then, with a swish of her robes, she vanished.

"I thought we cannot apparate and disapparate on Hogwarts' grounds?" Ron asked quietly, looking incredulous.

Harry who was looking as confused as his friend, responded, "Well, we'll leave that for Hermione to find out in 'Hogwarts, A History'."

"Oh goodness, Harry. You think we were spotted? We forgot to wear the cloak!" Ron said, once they got into their common room.

Harry looked aghast, but his face softened again. "I think not. They didn't look at our way."

"What was that again? Lady Drishie?" Ron asked.

"No. It was Lady Drishthi," Harry corrected him.

The two boys were still discussing about the event they encounter earlier. Little they knew, someone was eavesdropping them at the girls' staircase.

Next morning, all the 6th year Gryffindors seemed to be busy having their last minute study, for their Transfiguration practical test at the breakfast table.

"Hermione, we need to tell you something," Ron said.

"Later Ron. I need to memories every single thing for the test," Hermione retorted.

Ron scowled and looked at Harry who gave him a 'We'll-tell-her-later' look.

Transfiguration test went off well. They were asked to transfigure a caterpillar into a garden snake. Hermione successfully turned her caterpillar into a green garden snake. Same goes for Harry. Though Ron's turned into a cobra while Neville's turned into a butterfly.

"Wow! I never knew McGonagall would give us such an easy one," Hermione said cheerfully.

"Speak for yourself!" Ron said looking sad.

"Aww, Ron. At least yours turned into a snake. You'll still get some marks for it," Hermione said sweetly and pecked his cheek, trying to cheer her boyfriend up.

The three friends went straight to their next class, DADA.

"Good morning, students!" Professor Nathanael greeted with a streak of an Austrian slang. All the girls who already claimed the front seats, sighed at the sight of him. Ron looked over at Hermione who was sitting beside him. She too had her hand on her cheek, looking dreamily at the professor. Ron rolled his eye. "Bloody Gilderoy duplicate," he muttered. Harry snickered at his friend. The lesson went well, but Harry could not help but notice that he caught the professor glancing at him and Ron several times throughout the lesson. He wondered if Ron and Hermione noticed that too.

"Would you look at that? That bloody git is looking at us," Ron told Harry.

"What?" Hermione asked.

Harry and Ron explained to her what happened last night. Hermione's eyes widened.

"Well, did you see the face of the hooded figure?" she asked. The boys shook their heads.

"All we could describe is that she's about 5 feet 4," Ron said. Hermione nodded.

"But I still don't understand how she could disapparate like that," Harry said, "And I thought, we were not spotted. Still, that Giovanni is looking at us as if we were."

"I hate teachers whose names starts with 'G'," Ron muttered. Hermione looked at him, and rolled her eyes, shaking her head.

"What?" he asked.

"Nothing," Hermione replied.