Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter(yet), and I am not profiting off of him in any way… If anything, I'm losing money to the bastard, as I'm forced to continue buying books and movies and blatant merchandising because he put those friggin' spells IN his books to control all the world's muggles… But one day he may belong to me, and perhaps then I will put him in one of my Camden Town whorehouses and rent him out a shilling a time… THEN the profits will be rolling in, and finally, finally, I will be able to afford my own leather bound copies of the original British HP novels! HA! GO ME!

'Nother disclaimer-I don't own To Rule Them All2 or Jekyll and Hyde The Musical either.

A/N-YAY for short cliffhangers!!!  I really am a bitch, aren't I? *Evil cackle*

Sick as a Dog, Part 4

"Where's the conference being held, Harry?" Hermione asked as they entered the main street of Hogsmeade, passing by the shrieking shack. 

"Hogs Head.  Only place that would let a bunch of known werewolves congregate."  Harry replied. 
Malfoy, who was doing as he was told and keeping an ear open, started. "Werewolves?" He mumbled to himself.  He was following a bit behind them, trying to look like he was minding his own business.
"Do you know how to get there?" She asked. "I've never been past the main row."

"Yeah, I do," Ron replied, "But can't we get breakfast first?"
"Oh, for God's sake…" She pulled out her wand, picked up a rock, and with a "Aran tethius!" transfigured it into a scone.  "There.  Happy?" She asked, shoving it into his hand and nodding to a passing Neville.
"…Could you transfigure me some oatmeal as wel-"

"NO!"

Malfoy strode quickly up and bumped his shoulder against Ron's as he passed, forcing him to drop his half-eaten scone. "Watch it, Weasely." He spat.

"You made me drop my breakfast!" Ron snarled angrily.

"And I suppose that was more food than your family generally has in a month."

"Shut it, Malfoy!" Hermione snapped.
"Was I talking to you, Mudblood?"
Both Harry and Ron were advancing to pound Malfoy when they all heard a horrible sound came from the shrieking shack.  It sounded like a dog's howl mixed with human screams, not that much different from the horrific howls heard not 20 years before on every full moon.

Ron, Harry and Hermione's heads all whipped to the shack.  Hermione let out a shrill sort of whine as Harry declared in a horrified voice "We're too late!"
"You two go, I'll run fetch Lupin!" Ron declared as he shot off in the direction of Hogs Head.

Malfoy watched as Hermione and Harry sprinted up the street, thinking  "It looks like they're headed to that hou…" And his head suddenly whipped around and he thought "Oy, Neville's looking sexy today. Wait. What? Where did that come from?!?!?"
Hermione and Harry only faltered slightly when they heard the horrified screams of Draco Malfoy as the boy slapped at his own head, trying to get the demon thoughts out.

A/N-Refer back to chapter one for an explanation of Malfoy's deamon thoughts.  *Evil cackle that ends in a hacking cough*