Chapter Two

Appearance of the white wolf

On the way to potions, Harry had been ignoring Hermione and Ron's little arguments about either the girl out in the dark forest, the new student and her monkey named Mione and Ron's use of language in front of the other students. It seemed they were both in a bad mood with one another this morning, like Snape would be when they finally got to class. He still hadn't told Hermione about what his and Ron's problem was, and didn't plan on doing that until the fire between them was put out.

'She's prolly dead by now, what's the point of going out there?' argued Ron.

'Oh, because! What do you have against saving her? Scared Ron?'

'No! I just see it pointless! Tell one of the Professor's or –'

'But then they'd like to know just how we came across her…and then that would land the three of us in even more trouble!' Hermione snapped back, forcing her books further into her chest as she walked along side Ron and Harry. Harry just rolled his eyes, while Ron's mouth dropped.

'What? You're the one always telling us to go tell a Professor when something bad happens! Why all of a sudden have you changed your priorities!?' Ron shouted, getting another frown from Hermione and another ignorance look from Harry.

'I haven't. I still believe you should tell a Professor when something bad happens – but in this case I think we should just go get her and bring her back, and then tell Professor Dumbeldore we found her in the yards.'

'But,' chocked Ron, 'that's lying! Since when do you lie!'

'I – '

'Oh would you two shut up…' came the lazy spark of Draco Malfoy. Ron and Hermione looked up from one another to see Draco standing in front Crabbe and Goyile. His hair was gelled right back, while his broad pale face remained the same. He raised one eyebrow at Hermione and Ron, and then smirked wickedly. His pale cold blue eyes glittered with evil as his hand moved up from his side and held the side of his other arm.

'Now, what we arguing over? Who we saving? Potter, the Weasel and the mudblood going to be hero's again?'

There was a small chuckle from Crabbe and Goyle behind him, and then his smirk grew larger. The only thing that looked different about him this year was that he seemed to look tired. Like he hadn't slept any time at all over the break or last night for that matter.

Ron's fist tightened so hard that his fingernails dug into his palm, while Hermione stood with her eyes glued on Malfoy's icy blue ones.

'Take a hike Malfoy!'

Draco raised both his eyebrows at Ron in sarcastic surprise, and then threw on a fake concerned expression. He looked back to Crabbe and Goyle for only a moment before facing Ron, Hermione and Harry again.

'Aw, weather's way to cold for that. You can though, take a hike in the dark forest, save who ever you're going to safe, become hero's… oh, and don't forget to die when you're in there k? People become much more famous that way.' he sniggered, heading off in the other direction with his "sidekicks" following him.

Harry frowned deeply at the back of Malfoy, while Hermione held Ron back. Ron however, was beginning not to care about his language and not care whether he hit Hermione when attempting to get out of her grasp.

'Bloody fu –'

'Ron! Just ignore him! He doesn't know anything!' she told him, holding his fist down.

Each year Harry came to Hogwarts, Malfoy's attitude became worse and worse. He backs chatted more, gets his own way and paid them out more. It was getting a bit out of hand though, seeing that now it was the 6th year – despite the fact that he was a Slytherin prefect.

'Boy I'd like to teach that guy a lesson, starting with his head! I'll teach him how to know when someone's deformed, meaning him!' Ron growled, watching the back of Malfoy stride to class without a care in the world. Hermione just sighed at his anger, and looked back to Harry.

'Do you think Malfoy will ever get over being an idiot, Harry?'

'No…his father's an idiot too.'

'It's like, been passed down threw out generations or something – his mouth that is. Wonder if his mother had it too?' Ron asked no one in particularly, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. Hermione just rolled her eyes at Ron, and turned back to face Harry's side.

'All we can do is ignore him, he's not important anyway. Now, let's get to Potions shall we? We shouldn't be late if we hurried now, then Professor Snape won't have anything to pick on us about.'

Both Harry and Ron looked away from Hermione when she mentioned Snape's name, having a pale feeling swipe over both their faces. When his name was mentioned, it affected both Harry and Ron like a foul hex, just waiting to hit them. Hermione looked to the sides of their faces, and noticed their sudden silences.

'What's the matter with you two?' she asked offhandedly, 'Every time Snape's name is mentioned, you two drift off into a hush?'

'It's… uh,' Ron paused, seeing Harry look at him suddenly, 'nothing.'

'Is there something you two aren't telling me?' Hermione then questioned suspiciously, eyeing both of them. Her curiosity caused a large amount of guilt to overcome the faces of Harry and Ron, causing Harry to exhale slightly and turn to Hermione.

'Last night, after you went to bed, Ron and I went out to Snape's office to drop off the substances.' Harry told her. Hermione simply didn't stop staring that the both of them, getting sort of confused in the amount of guilt they were showing.

'And?' she asked, 'you had to return them sometime didn't you? What did he say?'

'Well we knocked,' Harry went on, 'we knocked and no one answered. So, we went in –'

'He didn't have it locked,' Ron butted in, 'so we could get in before he came back.'

'Ron just… looked around a bit while I put the bottle back – '

'And I found our term overview sheets!' exclaimed Ron, his words getting tangled on his tongue, 'We have TWO tests this term!'

'Erm… Ron?' Hermione itched the side of her face, tilting her eyebrows, 'Snape gave us the overview yesterday. I know.'

'Then we heard him coming back,' Harry then started, ignoring the grumpy looks Ron was giving Hermione, 'and we ran out. On the way back though… we heard him talking to Filch about someone being weak, and it was all because of some Gryffindor student –'

'Meaning Harry.' Nodded Ron, folding his arms and continuing on his way to class. Hermione rolled her eyes, and then looked back to Harry with a vacant expression.

'And, let me guess; Snape came, you left the door open, some things in his office weren't put back right, Ron¸ and then Snape suspected you Harry? Typical really, should of told me sooner. But, weak? Did he say just who it was that was weak?' she asked them, seeming more interested in what Snape and Filch were talking about rather then Harry successfully delivering the bottle back to Snape's room.

'Oh, no… all I know was that it was a she, and she was weak. They said nothing more about it, Ron and I got out of there before Snape came after us.' Told Harry, as the three of them stood outside of the Potions classroom. Hermione turned to face them, and shook her head.

'You don't suppose, he was talking about the female we saw?'

Once the three students entered the Potions classroom, they had noticed that for once; they weren't late. Even though they weren't late, they hadn't yet passed Snape to get to their seats. Harry began to breath heavily as Snape's eyes slowly moved up from his paper and to Harry, focusing on him and him only. He was able to pass him fully without him saying a single word to Harry or the others yet. It was a relieve – although, Snape was bound to subtract points for some other stupid reason sometime threw the lesson.

'Take a seat, Granger, Weasley, Potter.' Snape's lips curled at Harry's last name when he spoke it. Harry, who knew Snape had some idea about what had happened last night, just looked away from him, and hoped he didn't say anything about it. He could see in the corner of his eye though, Draco's smirking face looking at him like a sitting toad.

Ron had an equal amount of fear on his face as Harry, causing Hermione to look at him funny. He began to fiddle with the end of his quill, and continuously fidgeted his feet around with a nervous feeling overcoming his rage for Malfoy he had about five minutes ago.

'What are you worried about?' Hermione whispered to him.

'Nothing, really… did you do last night's homework?'

'Mr Weasley,' he heard Snape say, in his deep swallow voice causing Ron to almost bring up his breakfast with fright, 'bring me yesterday's homework.'

Hermione's head would of fell off of her shoulders if it wasn't attached, and Harry's eye contact with Ron's drifted away. Ron however gulped back down his breakfast, and slowly slid off of his chair while carrying his book. He moved slowly up to Snape's table, and showed him the blank page he had in his book.

'Not done Mr Weasley,' Snape hissed softly, 'have an excuse?'

'Uh,' Ron almost chocked on his flem, 'I was… tired last night?'

'Twenty points off of Gryffindor for your slack behavior,' he hissed again, pushing the book back into Ron's chest, 'each time you don't do your homework, your amount of subtracted points will double. You also have detention tomorrow lunchtime – you're lucky that I am busy this lunchtime. Now, get back to your seats and get that homework done!'

'Yes sir.' Ron turned away from him, his face as pale as a ghost. As he passed by Draco, Draco sarcastically mumbled out the side of his mouth, 'slacker weasel! '

Ron however ignored the smart mouth of Draco like Hermione told him to do earlier, and took his seat between Harry and Hermione. Hermione shook her head and gently pushed her open notebook closer to Ron, so that he was able to copy off of her homework – like he had done for the last few years.

'Now,' Snape's sudden words caused all Gryffindor students to drop their quills, 'in today's lesson, I am going to show you how to make the immortal potion. And by saying immortal, I am referring to creatures that aren't alive. Creatures, such as vampires who aren't human, witches or wizards.' Snape stopped in his words for a moment, only to glare up to the back of the classroom where two Gryffindor students were writing. As soon as their quills were dropped, Snape continued talking. Hermione at this time gave a spiteful look to Ron, reading, and "I told you those flowers were for his potion making – for this class No Vampires!"

'The point of making this potion is to keep an immortal creature from loosing it's sanity. Let's just say, there's a normal wizard. He has just been bitten and killed by a vampire. When he rises from the grave to feast off of the living, his past life would make no sense to him what so ever. So, this potion is used on them to help them keep their sanity. You should of learnt about vampires in Defense against the dark arts, although; your teacher may not be up to that yet,' he spoke softly, causing all Professor Lupin fans to become offended, 'It will also stop them from being destroyed when walking into sunlight, and help them sleep in the dark and come out threw the day.'

He paused again, only to walk towards the other side of the classroom – closer to where Harry, Ron and Hermione were sitting. Harry looked up to the dark looking Potions master and softly gulped in the back of his throat as he passed him by.

'The ingredients for the potion are actually quite hard to come by,' he said in a cold whisper – now having his eyes focused on Harry, who now knew exactly what he was talking about, 'some of them even come from almost impossible places to reach, like in the dark forest. And because I only have enough for one batch, I am showing you how to brew it today. Of cause, it does actually take about two, three days to actually brew. So by the end of the week, the finished product should be complete.'

He then began to hand out written up sheets, with directions on how to make the potion. As he brushed past Harry, Ron and Hermione; they all gave one another the same clueless looks, like they didn't want to be within the classroom walls any longer.

The class seemed to go on forever now, now that all three friends had a bad sensitivity about being in the same room as Snape was. While he showed the whole class how to correctly brew the potion, Draco would continuously make faces at Harry and Ron, and let Crabbe and Goyle to torment Hermione. But when class finally ended, Harry was the first to get out of the classroom – with Ron and Hermione following not far behind.

'So, how you three today?' Hagrid asked friendly, pouring all Harry, Ron and Hermione a cup of tea. Harry, Ron and Hermione all sat in Hagrid's hut, where the fire was warm and the tea hot. Harry sighed and allowed his chin to fly into his open hands.

'Oh, not too good Hagrid…' muttered Hermione, stirring around the tea bag in her cup quietly.

'Oh? And why's that?'

'Bloody Snape, gave Harry two month's detention for something we knocked over in his office, then canceled his Hogsmeade trip…' grumbled Ron, taking his tea bag out and dropping it on his saucepan, 'then taking points off Gryffindor for no reason, then giving me detention for not doing homework I didn't understand.'

'Why don't yeh ask him then?' Hagrid asked, pouring himself tea.

'I sort of don't want to sit in the dungeons and listen to him try and explain something… I think I'll continue copying off Hermione…' he mumbled, avoiding Hermione's pin pointing glares.

'Well it was actually me who knocked over a bottle of stuff in his office, and he also blamed me for Malfoy's cauldron blowing up in last class. I tried to tell him it wasn't me who did it, but Snape didn't believe that so gave me detention…' Harry told him, reaching over for a biscuit. Hagrid continued pouring himself a cup of tea while he gave a small sigh out.

'What'd yeh knock over?'

'Some night flower substances, which we replaced last night. It still didn't get Harry out of his detentions and canceled Hogsmeade trip – he hasn't even asked us about it yet.' Said Hermione, trying to not let shame overcome her face.

'Yeh, Snape needed em I knows for a fact.'

'He only needed them for today though,' Harry said quickly, 'I still don't think he should have gave us a detention that long.'

'But then again it's Snape,' said Ron, 'he hates you.'

'Ah,' Hagrid sighed, 'I wouldn't worry about it too much. Don't let it bring you down in other subjects. Just look on the bright side – '

Hagrid almost dropped his tea at the revelation he had just received from Fang's sudden movement from the couch, and barking like mad. Hagrid's eyebrows rose slightly as he continued to watch Fang bark louder and louder.

'Old on, what's he barken at now?'

'We'd better go by the way, Hagrid.' Harry mentioned to him, standing up. His sudden decision to leave hit Ron as a shock – mainly because he hadn't finished his tea yet, but Hermione however knew why he wanted to leave. She now felt the same about wanting to leave. Hermione nodded just before she finished off her last bit of tea.

'True, stuff to do. Bye Hagrid.'

'See yah.' Said Ron, following Hermione with a dumbfounded look approaching his face.

Hagrid seemed a little stumped at why they were leaving so early, but never the less, waved at their departure.

'Well, bye. And watch out for what ever Fang's barken at!'

'We will.' Answered Harry as he opened the door.

Before he could stop him, Fang had pushed his way through Harry and Hermione, and off to the first tree of the dark forest.

'Ah, dun worry bout him, he'll be fine.' Whispered Hagrid as he nodded.

Harry, Ron and Hermione were now fully outside, with Hagrid's hut door now closed. Right before Ron had a chance to have another go at them for wanting to leave when he wasn't finished, the thing that caught his eyes first seemed much more interesting for him.

'Wonder where Jacs is and that monkey of hers is,' Ron mumbled suddenly, beginning to stare at the back of Hermione's hair. 'I wanted to see if it would crap on my hair.'

Hermione's tongue curled while Ron's predictable smile grew greater, as the three of them continued walking down towards the entrance of the dark forest. Harry gave a bit of a laugh, but thought it would be safe not to laugh around Hermione too much.

'So Hermione… why can't just you go and find that girl…' grumped Ron all of a sudden, looking like Draco this morning when he had looked dreadfully tired. 'I think I need another camp before next class –'

'You know Ron, you don't have to come.' Hermione said smartly, causing Ron to scoff and twist away from her. While Hermione stopped in front of them to recall which direction they went off in yesterday, Ron gazed towards the entrance of the forest – no where particularly. As his gazes continued, his eyes feel upon something, which caused him to yell,

'Look! Harry, over there!' he exclaimed all of a sudden, pointing to a certain direction. Both Harry and Hermione's head turned to where he was pointing as quickly as they could move them.

There, stood a large white coloured wolf. The wolf, looked to be a she, with fluffy white fur covering her, and what looked to be a small sparkle in her bright noticeable crystal blue eyes. She had little battle scars on her face, as well as a little bit of a bloodstain on her face. Her pure white fur coat moved in the wind softly while some sort of peaceful vibe swooned over Hermione, Ron and Harry. She looked over towards them, Harry especially. Both his eyes met with hers, and at almost exactly the same time, pulled away in pain.

'Argh, my scar…' Harry muttered, rubbing his scar harshly hopping the pounding would go away.

'Did you see that? The wolf looked away at the same time!' Hermione whispered to him, while Ron gave her the dumbest stare.

'What's a bloody white wolf doing in the school grounds?! They're pretty rare you know, not common to see one! It's not even snowing either!'

'Shhh Ron!' she hissed, 'you might scare it!'

'Hah! I'm more scared of it then it's scared of us!'

The wolf took one step closer to the three friends, and then lowered its head slightly. Its nose now lay on the ground, while its eyes remained shut. Ron looked down at the wolf with an annoyed stare, wanting to know what it was doing and whether it was going to attack or not.

'What's that mean?' asked Ron out of nowhere.

'Would you SHHH!?' she snapped again, this time spitting at him.

'Say it don't spray it!' he hissed back at her. She just ignored him though, and continued to stay still and observe every moment the wolf made.

Harry was able to look back at the wolf, back into its eyes. They both continued to stare at one another willingly, until the wolf finally broke away from the stare and lay down on the ground; almost looking like she was bowing – or attempting to make friends.

'That's, that looks like where I read somewhere,' whispered Hermione, having a finger tap at the end of her chin, 'the wolf bows when it attempts to make friends…'

'Oh, for peet's sake, a wolf? Making friends? By bowing?' Ron rolled his eyes while shaking his head slightly.

'It's possible Ron, if you read a bit, maybe you'd know these things…'

The wolf that was lying on the ground now pushed itself up again, and slowly but surely panted over towards Harry, Ron and Hermione, slowly so it didn't look like she wanted to attack them. her fluffy white fur caused Hermione to want to grab the thing, pull it close and hug it like a teddy bear.

'Keep still…' muttered Harry as he watched her move closer. The wolf moved towards Harry's feet, then at down at them and looked up to him. She was a beautiful wolf, one who would never be thought to attack anyone – by the look of her anyway.

'She's so pretty.' flattered Hermione, not being too sure about reaching her hand out and patting her. The wolf, obviously saw Hermione's hesitation, pushed her head up to her hand, and allowed her to pat her soft, silk fur.

'See Ron, she wanted to make friends, not kill us! Look… she has some fresh scars… she must have been in a fight lately…' she told, once again. Ron's eyes didn't move of the wolf, then looked at her mouth when she went to yawn. His eyes however, looked as if they couldn't be widened any further.

'God! That wolf has fangs!' he shouted.

Hermione lifted up her head from the wolf, and tilted her eyebrows back at Ron's words. Her surprised look she use to have when Ron said something dumb died in second grade.

'Oh yeah, I didn't know wolves had fangs?' she said sarcastically.

'No, look, these are much bigger then normal!' he pointed out, ignoring Hermione's sarcasm.

Harry looked down to the wolf, which looked as if she had heard and understood what Ron had said. And because of it, she had her mouth tightly shut.

'She understood you Ron, strange?' asked Harry glancing down at the wolf.

Before Hermione was able to say something, there was the sound of Fang's mad barking behind them, causing the wolf's hears to fly back. She all of a sudden started to back a way fastly as Fang became closer and closer to her.

'Fang NO!'

Fang threw himself at the wolf, biting her front right paw, which was fast to bleed. Then he started biting at her ears, but she was able to fight back when she started to snap and snarl at him, but never once did she bite. Instead, she gave him a large spiteful scratch across the back then jumped away from him. She panted and gasped for air as she watched Fang yelp slightly in pain. Although, Fang didn't give up. He forced himself up again then lunged at the female, biting and scratching her on the same right front paw, which caused her to give out one loud howl… one to be heard from all the way on the other side of Hogwarts.

With blood dripping from her paw, she hopped away helplessly from Fang, not even trying to fight back at him. Fang looked like he wanted another go at her, but was stopped by Harry and Hermione who had just about seen enough violence.

'Fang no! Stop!' growled Hermione, holding him back with all the strength she had in her body.

'Ron, go get Hagrid, he'll stop him!' Harry told Ron, as he struggled to restrain the over sized dog.

'Ok.' Ron said right before he turned his back to them and ran up to Hagrid's hut door. Hermione looked back to the white wolf, which was struggling to drag her front paw back into the dark forest.

'Harry, keep a hold of Fang, I'm going to help the wolf.'

She let go of Fang and ran after the wolf that was almost of out site. She ran threw the dull lightened opening of the forest, beginning to convince herself to call out to the creature.

'Wait, stop! I can help you! Just stop for a moment!' she called out to her, hoping she would, which she did. Her eyes never left the wolf. She had suddenly become interested in this particular wolf, and hoped her calling out to it would be enough to stop it from running with its hurt paw.

The wolf stopped in her tracks and turned around to Hermione, who never stopped running at her until she reached to be one meter away from her. Hermione built up all the confidence she had, so she would be able to bend down to the wolf's side without the fear of it attacking her.

'Don't worry, I can help your paw, give me it here…'

The wolf, in surprise to Hermione pushed her right paw towards Hermione and laid down so it was easier for her. Hermione watched her blue eyes twinkle in the dim amount of sunlight that was able to travel threw the canapé, right before she got her mind back to helping the wolf's wound.

'Good girl, now, let me try and help those injuries.'

She moved her hand down into her cloak pocket, where she had a small bottle of water she had kept in there from last potions class. After taking a breath, she looked back into the eyes of the injured wolf.

'It's not much, but I'll try my best.'

She opened the bottle, and as gently as she could, washed the wolf's paw of the bloodstain. Several times the wolf closed her eyes in pain, but never once tried to stop Hermione from washing her wound. After she finished trying to wash it, she tore off a part of her robes, small enough for the wolf's paw.

'There you go, it will help I'm sure. Now, better go off somewhere quiet and rest so it can heal, somewhere away from Fang.'

The wolf, stood up to face Hermione, then looked as if she nodded her head. Then did as she was told, and ran back into the dark forest only on three paws, getting as out of site as she could. Hermione stood up and brushed her uniform off, then ran back to where she saw Hagrid, Ron and Harry where.

'What in the blimey was goin on?' croaked Hagrid, looking down at Fang's scratches, 'what the heck happened?'

'I was trying to tell you,' sighed Ron,' Fang got in a fight with a… white coloured wolf!'

'Oh, if I ever see that beast again I'll – '

'But, Hagrid, it wasn't her! Fang attacked her first, and she did it in self-defense!' said Hermione, looking up to him with an innocent look, 'his wounds are nothing compared to her paw!'

'She didn't bite him at all too!' added Ron.

Hagrid looked down at the three of them for a moment, and then shook his head slightly. They all could see his irritation build up within his cheeks, and the lust he had in his eyes to rid the animal from the grounds.

'Still, a white wolf seen in the grounds? Someone better tell Dumbeldore bout this! I thought those beasts were extinct –'

'If someone tells him, they'll shoot her next time she comes,' mentioned Harry, having his eyebrows tilted upwards, 'and she didn't do anything deliberately. Like Hermione said, self-defense!'

'And so they should – shoot them that is. White wolves, getting round the school? Ave any ideas on how dangerous those things are? She'd kill yeh in one go. ' Hagrid mumbled to himself as he moved back towards his hut with Fang slowly following behind.

He seemed rather annoyed that a creature from the dark forest attacked his dog; Fang barely ever got attacked. Harry looked back to Hermione, and then noticed the part of her robe missing.

'What happened there?'

'I ripped it off, to tie around the wolf's paw, she seemed to be in a lot of pain.' She told him, straightening down her uniform again.

'We'd better get to next class now Harry, it's almost time,' she said to him, and then looked to Ron, 'I'll tell the both of you about it more when I get into class, you coming?'

'Yes! Oh, and we never did go look for that girl you know, too occupied with the wolf… why didn't she bite?'

Harry, Ron and Hermione continued on towards the fields of the school, where they were to meet for their flying lesson. Hermione the whole way persisted on about how she had seen a white wolf, while Ron and Harry found it hard to ignore her.

'She looked lovely, don't you agree?' Hermione went on, gazing up at the sky as she talked. Ron merely rolled his eyes, while Harry rubbed his scar. It was just like the night before, when they had seen the lonely girl in the dark forest. He ignored the fact though that Hermione had failed to pay attention to him when he informed them about the burning of his scar.

'She's give you a bloody lovely snap!' Ron yelled. Hermione glared back at him, her brown eyes glowing.

'She at least looked lovely. Hm, I think I shall do some reading about them… just by looking at them I feel hooked – '

'But,' Ron stopped her. 'You, who's them? You saw one! One wolf Hermione, for less then five minutes at the most! How can you get hooked?! Bloody mad if you ask me, we were lucky she didn't snap!'

'Oh Ron, you don't judge a book by its cover. You should know that by now.'

'She's not bloody book, she's a bloody wolf!'

'A white wolf.' Hermione corrected. 'I've heard about them – something about them makes them different from a normal wolf. I thought it was a lot of nonsense to begin with but now I feel like I must find out about them more. I remember Professor Lupin mentioning it once in Defense against the dark arts in third grade. I'm sure he'll teach us about them this year?'

'Hermione…' Ron mumbled, looking at her strangely. 'You need mental help. How do you even know it was a girl?'

'It's eyes.' She said bluntly. 'I recall reading somewhere that blue eyed white wolves are females.'

'Why are you being so mental? Look, let's just forget about everything. So what if we saw a white wolf in the school grounds, it was just prolly sick of the mist and fog and stuff… just, get over it.'

The three friends stopped in front of the field where their flying lessons took place. Hermione threw her bag down to the ground, and began putting away books from her previous lesson, while Ron mouthed to Harry about Hermione's mental problems. When Hermione jumped up from where she was squatting, she turned back around to Harry and Ron.

'Prepared for this flying lesson?' she asked.

Harry froze for a moment, and then looked to Ron. He then hit his head in stress and shook his head.

'No, I, I forgot to get my Firebolt from the broomstick closet. I was meant to get it after Potions this morning. I'll have to go back now, Ron, will you come with me?' he asked, looking towards Ron. Ron nodded almost instantly – anything to get him away from Hermione. Hermione on the other hand took a few moments to nod, before pointing to Madam Hooch who was now nearing the field on her broomstick.

'I'll tell Madam Hooch that you two are here all right? Hurry though; I heard that Madam Hooch wasn't in the most pleasant mood this morning. She had an argument with Professor Flitwick this morning I was told. I'll cover for you two. Now go.'

Both Harry and Ron nodded, before dashing off towards the castle's closest entrances. On the way to the broomstick closet, Ron continued on about how he was annoyed at Hermione, and how she was just a bit too over doing the sighting of the wolf.

'Mental, I mean seriously, I heard those beasts killed. And our Hermione just goes up to it, pats it like it's a cat. Someone should warn her?' Ron growled as Harry unlocked the broomstick closet and rustled around for his broom.

'I think she knows.' Harry told him. 'And if she doesn't, she's bound to go to the library and read about them.'

'True, she's better not talk to me about them. I've seen one once, enough to convince me. Harry…' Ron paused suddenly. 'Do you hear that?

Both Harry and Ron looked behind them, where the door was left open and footsteps were being heard. Harry was use to the sound of these footsteps – from the shiny black shoes that housed Professor Snape's feet. Of cause, the footstep that usually followed Snape was Filch – so both friends assumed it was him. Harry shot an alarmed look to Ron, before he heard the footsteps became closer.

'Can we talk in there?' came a stern, brisk like voice. Harry noticed straight away that whoever belonged to that voice wasn't Snape or Filch. He then grabbed Ron's collar, and pulled him into the closet and softly shut the door. When Ron went to say something like mental, Harry forced his hand over his mouth, hushing him as the door of the room slowly began to open.

'It should be empty,' they then heard Snape's voice say. Harry and Ron could see out of the keyhole of the closet door; their eyes focusing on whoever was about to enter the room with Snape.

The door swung open, and Lucius Malfoy strode in, Snape following behind him. He looked no different then when the pair of Gryffindors had seen them last. His long blonde hair worn out, in a total black fine looking robes, and his snake headed staff in the palm of his black glove fitted hand.

Ron's mouth dropped at the sight of Lucius Malfoy at the school, but Harry made it his mission to keep Ron quiet and make sure the both of them were able to hear what the Professor and Draco's father were going to say, without being seen at the same time. His hand remained over Ron's mouth, while both lent down so instead of looking out of the keyhole, they now looked threw the cracks of where the door was hinged to the rest of the closet.

'Now,' Lucius spoke, lifting his chin slightly. 'How is she?'

'Weaker then I expected, Lucius. Did the Headmaster from her last school allow her to run off at such a critical time of the year?' Snape's low whisper caused Harry and Ron to look to one another.

'What's he on about?' Ron was able to murmur from under Harry's hand. Harry shrugged before pushing his hand across Ron's mouth harder.

Lucius raised his chin a little higher at Snape's words, before clutching his silver snake staff.

'He says he didn't know.' Lucius spoke grimly, having a disgusted look spread across his pale face before scoffing slightly. 'Lies. I had considered going to court about it – to the Ministry of Magic; but, this is no ordinary girl we're protecting here.'

'What about the other schools she attended? Was she treated there?' Snape asked.

'Barely. At least she knows who she is, which isn't the main point. You, haven't found a way to cure it yet, have you Severus.'

Snape paused. His sudden silence pointed out to Lucius that his answer was no. Ron now looked more puzzled then ever. He turned to Harry with a dumbfounded look planted on his face – Harry's hand remaining across his mouth.

'I'm quite sure it doesn't exist yet,' Snape finally broke the silence between the both of them. 'Although, my recent activities show that it may be possible – but for now I remain trying.'

'Have you been able to restrain her?' Lucius then asked, his ears slightly pricking at a little creak coming from within the closet. Inside, Ron had sat back on a broomstick, and Harry had tried to keep a serious face at the sight of Ron's.

'From her, attempts?' Snape asked.

'Yes.'

'She hasn't tried it lately, but I wouldn't trust it. She's too weak to I would think. Until that potion she needs is finally brewed properly, I wouldn't move her from where she is now.' Snape told him, beginning to feel suspicious about the little noises coming from inside the broomstick closet.

'Ah, right. Well, could I see her now then?' Lucius asked, his pale blue eyes looking demanding. Snape didn't hesitate to nod once, and then lifted his head.

'I was just about to go down there myself, I'll take you now.'

Lucius nodded his head to Snape, before moving past him out of the room. Snape looked back at the broomstick closet once before he followed Lucius's steps out of the room. As soon as Harry and Ron were certain about the departure of both Snape and Lucius, Harry opened the closet door and struggled to climb out.

'What the bloody hell was that all about?' protested Ron, beginning to rub his behind from sitting on top of the prickly bristles of the broom. Harry pulled his Firebolt from the closet and shook his head in confusion.

'I'm not sure. They must have been talking about that girl Snape was referring to last night. Possibly the girl we saw, the one Hermione insisted we went back and helped.'

'Oh well, Snape's looking after her. Case closed, end of story, won't have to go back into that bloody dark forest now.'

Harry laughed a bit at his best friend's words. He knew Ron like the back of his own hand. Spiders were probably the first thought that came to Ron's head when he thought of the dark forest. His experience in his second year at Hogwarts was enough to scar him for live.

'Come on, we'd better get back to class. Madam Hooch is apparently according to Hermione not in the best mood today, come on.'

Both friends then moved back to the green fields of Hogwarts as quick as they could, hoping Madam Hooch wouldn't deduct points for their lateness.

'Ah, Potter, Weasley, here at last.' Madam Hooch said lazily, marking them off of the roll. 'I was just telling the class that today; we're going to learn the dodging abilities on a broomstick. Such as, techniques you may need when being chased – these will surely help you along. Now, first off I will do an example and then the rest of you follow.'

As Madam Hooch mounted her broomstick and flew up into the air, Hermione ran to Ron and Harry's side.

'What took you so long?'

'Hermione, you won't believe what we heard!' Ron jumped. Hermione looked towards him funny, and then looked towards Harry with the same expression.

'What?'

'Lucius Malfoy's at the school right,' Ron jumped in. 'and we heard him and Snape talk about saving some girl out in the dark forest. He seemed down right serous about her safety too.'

'You mean, Lucius Malfoy has something to do with the girl down in the dark forest?' Hermione spoke out loud. Harry went to speak, but let Ron when he sighted Draco not far from them look up at his father's name. He then went to hush Ron, but failed in doing so by just facial expressions.

'Ron, shhh –'

'What did you say Weasley?' Malfoy's voice caused Harry to close his eyes. 'What did you say about my father?' he ked, now beginning to approach the three Gryffindor students. Ron began to frown as Harry's attempts to hush him from back chatting Malfoy failed.

'We said your father was mental,' told Ron, nodding his head. 'One of the mentalist buggers I've ever come across that's for sure.'

Malfoy's nose screwed up at Ron's words, his cold ice blue eyes pinpointing Ron down. Hermione however turned around to face Malfoy, a now desperate look approaching her face.

'No, he didn't mean that.' She told him innocently. 'He was just saying your father was in the school –'

'Hermione!' growled Ron, how attempting to jump onto Hermione's foot. 'Are you mental? I mean seriously, it's none of his business!'

Hermione remained glaring at Ron, while Malfoy behind her looked somewhat fired up. Harry looked up to Malfoy, looking him in the eyes and tried to inform him by body language that he wasn't wanted there.

'What do you mean my father's here?'

'He was talking to Snape,' Hermione went on. 'They were talking about some girl –'

'HERMIONE!' shouted Ron, now successfully trotting onto Hermione's toe. 'She's gone all mental. You're not Hermione, you're like, mental Hermione –'

'Ronald,' Hermione hissed. 'Stop using that word, it's really beginning to irritate me –'

'So are you! You're the one going on about how we had to ignore Malfoy, and here you are telling him everything –'

'I just thought he should know, that girl seems to have something to do with Lucius –'

'Hermione! Would you stop! You're being super mental –'

'Ron, that word! Stop saying it! If we just – '

'You're pushing it Hermione,' Ron swallowed. 'You're going too far! Just –'

'Oh would you two just up.' Draco snapped, jerking his head forward. 'Look at the both of you, arguing like an old married couple. None of the rubbish you're talking about makes sense to me.'

'You mean, you don't know a girl your father is trying to look after?' Hermione asked him, not noticing Ron in the background hitting his forehead hard. Malfoy looked down to the brunet Gryffindor with a slick look spread across his face. His broad pale face looked resentful at the muggle born's question, but was able to overcome it with a mere smirk.

'I don't know what you're talking about,' he told her. 'I don't have a clue in what you are on about. And if you insist talking about nonsense, I'm going to leave.'

'You sure you don't know? Lucius seemed like he –'

'Ok, enough!' shrieked Ron, slapping his hand across Hermione's mouth and stopping her from proceeding in asking Malfoy questions. 'Ignore Hermione, she's being mental.'

Draco now looked somewhat different. He didn't look as calm as before; he looked confused slashed with irritation. However, the three Gryffindor friends weren't fooled by Malfoy's fake positive attitude. It was only too obvious that Malfoy was hiding something.

Hermione gave a suspicious glare to the back of Malfoy as he walked away from them, whilst Ron was having a mental attack over what she had said to him. Harry was now looking to Hermione in a rather surprised manor. Wasn't like Hermione to talk to Malfoy in a civilized conversation – was it?

'What the hell was that all about?' Ron growled, throwing his fists down. 'You're a right mental one you are!'

'Oh Ron, shut up with that word! I just thought it was proper to ask him. He knows. Did you see the way he lied – he knows what Snape and Lucius are talking about.'

'But, does it really matter?' asked Harry, sighing at Hermione. She merely shot a bitter look to Harry.

'To me it does, I'd like to know.'

'Sticky beak…' mumbled Ron. Hermione then shot a glare over to him, her frizzy hair beginning to blow in the wind.

'Ronald, I am just concerned. I want her to be ok – but if Lucius Malfoy and Draco are involved, maybe there's something really wrong.'

Ron's next words were cut off by a flush of wind behind him, causing his hair to now become messier then it already was. When he turned around to whoever made the wind to tell them they were mental, he froze. Madam Hooch stood with her hands on her hips, glaring towards him like he was a bug.

'And just what is going on here?' she hissed, her eagle eyes giving Ron a death glare. Ron gulped. Hermione turned from her glares to Malfoy to look to Madam Hooch; ready to give their excuse.

'Oh, uh –'

'Nothing much –' Ron went to say.

'We were just… talking.' Told Harry, ignoring Malfoy in the corner of his eyes. Madam Hooch glared downwards to the panicked Gryffindor students, her fierce look growing larger.

'Well in future,' she hissed. 'I expect that the three of you pay more attention. Five points off of Gryffindor for not listening, and Malfoy – '

She was now pausing; looking towards Malfoy like her feelings had suddenly changed. She wasn't happy or annoyed – more concerned looking.

'You are needed in the head office. An owl just came to me now and delivered the message. Hurry along, and make sure you don't take your time.'

Malfoy looked dumbfounded. He gave a quick look to both Crabbe and Goyle, before looking over to Hermione, Ron and Harry. Taking a pace forward, he nodded once.

'Yes Madam Hooch.'

Hermione watched the back of Malfoy as he began walking off towards the entrance of the castle, at the same time hearing a confused sigh from Ron. She shot back around to the both of her friends.

'What do you suppose that was all about? She asked.

'None of our business?' protested Ron.

'It might be about that girl,' Hermione ignored Ron. 'I swear Lucius has something to do with her – so does Snape. Very mind-dazzling if you ask me.'

'Mind-dazzling?' asked Ron, a flabbergasted expression coming onto his face. 'Your mental you know that? It's none of our business. It's Snape's and Malfoy's. Not ours, now I think we should pay a bit of attention before we get in more trouble – thanks to Hermione of cause!'

Hermione continued ignoring Ron while Madam Hooch landed from the sky – remaining on her broom. She threw her hands onto her hips, smiling briskly as the cool end of autumn breeze picked up behind her.

'Now, if you were paying attention, you would have noticed I just did the Tiger flip. Those of you who are lucky enough to be in the school Quidditch team will recognize the move, it is quite a common use in the game.'

'I don't want to learn how to flip on a broomstick!' whispered Hermione. 'Not like it's going to help me.'

'Oh just up Hermione,' growled Ron. 'If you didn't want to learn about it, then why did you take this class?'

'I had no other choice.'

'Now mount your broomsticks,' told Madam Hooch, waving her hand up in the air. 'Say up and take off. Find a space of your own – not too high from the ground, and practice the move I just showed you!'

Madam Hooch took off up into the air up high so to observe the student's attempts, whilst Harry waited patiently for his friends to mount their brooms.

'How are we meant to practice it if we don't even bloody know what we have to do?' growled Ron, mounting his broomstick.

Hermione's frown grew lighter as she began trying to attempt to mount her broom. She wasn't too good at this class; just being able to mount her broomstick was thought to be difficult.

'If we were listening, we'd know what we had to do…'

'I listened,' said Harry, mounting his Firebolt. 'I suppose I could help you if you want. I wasn't listening to you two and Malfoy talking – what did he say?'

Hermione and Ron both looked to Harry, blank expressions overcoming their faces. It wasn't like Harry to not pay attention to an argument with Malfoy. Ron had now suspected Cho was on her broom somewhere near by, and he was watching her. But when he looked around, he saw no Chinese seventh year on a broomstick – only the sixth year Slytherins and Gryffindors, and not to mention Madam Hooch.

'You weren't listening?' asked Hermione.

'You're mental.' Stated Ron, shaking his head in disgust. 'But of cause, Hermione was even mentaler when she was talking to Malfoy… "Are you sure you don't know what your father and Professor Snape are talking about? I mean, it obviously has something to do with you to if your father is –'

'I did not say that,' snapped Hermione. 'I merely mentioned whether he knew what they were talking about sounded recognizable to him. And mentaler isn't a word, Ronald.'

Ron's nose screwed up at Hermione, before turning away from her and looking towards Harry.

'Why weren't you listening? See Cho?' he asked sarcastically. Harry gave an equal sarcastic smirk back towards Ron after shaking his head.

'No, I was looking towards the entrance of the dark forest… Hermione, I think I saw that white wolf of yours.'

'Oh really?' Hermione jumped, her face brightening at his words. Ron however scoffed a little before rolling his eyes continuously at her sudden happiness.

'Oh please…'

'Was she all right? She didn't look sick to you did she?' Hermione jumped again, now loosing interest in being able to mount her broomstick and dropped it. Harry nodded while pointing his finger to where he has seen it last.

'She was just there.'

Hermione moved next to Harry, so she could get a closer view of where he was pointing. She squinted towards the entrance of the dark forest, where she saw a flash of white fur.

'Oh my!' she shouted. 'It must be the white wolf!'

'It must be the white wolf!' mimicked Ron, jumping up and down just like Hermione was. Hermione ignored Ron's teases, and continued to watch where she last sighted the white wolf.

'Honestly Hermione, get over it. Your treating that white wolf like Harry treats Cho.'

'Hay!'

'Oh shut up Ronald.' Cracked Hermione, turning her head from him. Ron threw his broomstick down onto the grass irritated. Hermione however had now picked her broomstick and successfully been able to mount it, with Harry doing the same thing.

'Let's go out there,' said Hermione.

Ron's eyes almost dropped out of his sockets. He then picked up his broomstick.

'Are you mental? That sounds like something either me or Harry would say! And here you are saying it! Something wrong with you today Hermione, you've gone all mental or something. Fly out there to see if the white wolf is there? Bloody mental if you ask me! I'm not going!'

'No one asked you to come, Ron.' Told Hermione. She flicked her wavy hair back and looked towards Harry. 'Are you coming Harry?'

'We may as well get our brooms up in the air,' Harry suggested, about to push off of the ground. 'Before Madam Hooch yells at us again. Come on Hermione, Ron.'

Harry pushed up into the air with a large amount of force behind him – the Firebolt was the fastest broomstick model in the world – so far anyway. He hovered up in the air, about ten meters from the ground. Not far behind him, Hermione pushed off of the ground when she was on her broom, and met up with Harry when in the sky.

'Are you coming Ron for the last time?' Hermione called out to Ron, who was now being joined by Neville Longbottom. Ron continued giving Hermione a dirty look, before shaking his head. Hermione scoffed at Ron's choice, but ignored it and faced Harry.

'Now, let's just do the flip once so when Madam Hooch looked over here we look like we're doing something.'

Both friends clasped their broomsticks and flew forward, away from the other students and towards where Harry had apparently seen the white wolf. At just meters away from the entrance of the dark forest, both stopped flying and hovered in the air.

'Show me how to do it.' Said Hermione.

Harry nodded once, before gripping his broomstick rather tight. He then closed his eyes and pushed backwards – allowing the broomstick to do the rest. He had now done a three hundred and sixty flip, leaving his head slightly dizzy and his hair messier then before.

'Was it hard Harry?' she asked him, not looking like she was looking forward to doing it herself. He shook his head a little bit, also hopping he would recover from the dizziness he was feeling.

'No, not at all. I do it a lot in Quidditch, but I see it pointless to do now – especially seeing that over half the students in this class wont be competing in any Quidditch match soon.'

'Well, in that case I thing that was enough to convince Madam Hooch that we are doing work,' said Hermione. 'Let's go now.'

'Wait, you should at least do it once,' told Harry, seeing Hermione's face become paler. 'She's about to look towards us now, just do it.'

Hermione didn't answer him. She now clasped her broomstick harder then she had already been doing, and closed her eyes tight. As the wind picked up behind her, she felt less confident in being able to do the flip. Never the less, she finally pushed herself backwards and flipped around slowly. She screamed slightly as her hair blew in her eyes when she was upside down, but was at last back the right way up.

'Alright there Hermione?' Harry asked, noticing his friend's cheeks were bright pink. She coughed once, before nodding her head and keeping her balance on the broomstick.

'Yeah, I think I am.'

'Well done Ms Granger!' they two friends heard Madam Hooch call from he other side of the field. 'Five points to Gryffindor!'

Hermione's cheeks fell pink again, while Harry clapped his hands. He could see some of Malfoy's friends looking horrified at Hermione's achievement – but couldn't help but wonder why Malfoy was called up to Dumbeldore's office.

'Good going Hermione!' he said to her. She smiled before breaking down with a little laugh.

'It wasn't that bad, still not my type of lesson though.'

Harry then looked forward. He saw under him was the new girl – the one he had met the night before. Jacs. She was at the entrance of the dark forest, looking like she had lost something. Harry squinted; he wasn't sure if she was the girl he had met last night. The girl he has met last night wasn't wearing a union jack bandana like the girl under him was.

'What's wrong Harry?' asked Hermione, not noticing the girl Harry was looking at.

Hermione however, had just spoken when the girl under Harry had opened her mouth. Harry, now irritated at Hermione's voice turned around and frowned towards her.

'Shut up,' he whispered. 'I think that's Jacs under us.'

Hermione looked down to the ground, where she saw Jacs now entering the dark forest. She gasped, and then looked up to Harry with a terrified expression.

'She's heading off into the dark forest!' she exclaimed. 'We should tell her that is out of bounds to students – no matter what the age –'

'Yes I know Hermione,' Growled Harry. 'But does she already know that?'

'I thought that maybe Professor Dumbeldore would have told her that when she transferred here, don't you agree?' she asked. Harry however, was ignoring what Hermione was saying. He was more interested in following Jacs into the dark forest.

'Mione,' he heard her call out. 'Mione get back here right now!'

'Did you call my name Harry?' Hermione asked, looking up at him. Harry turned around to her, and shook his head.

'No,' he said to her. 'It was Jacs, she was calling out to Mione, you know, her monkey?'

'Oh,' Hermione's cheeks went red. 'That monkey.'

Harry then flew downwards; having Hermione left with a blank expression. She then began to follow him, trying to speed up. The Firebolt was much faster then her average broomstick.

'Harry,' she called out. 'What if Madam Hooch sees us?'

'At the moment, who cares. We'll just tell her a new student wondered off into the dark forest, and we went to go and get it!'

'But, that's what we're doing!' Hermione called out.

'Exactly! Then that's the truth!'

Down on the ground, Jacs, the blonde fifth year wondered further into the dark forest – a rather annoyed look upon her face. She was defiantly not worried looking.

'Mione, you pest, get back here!' she howled, pushing a branch from her face. She jumped over an oversized root, down a little dirt hill and then over an old vine bush. In the distance, she saw her little ginger coloured monkey – hopping around like he was on drugs.

'Mione get back here now!'

The little monkey shook its head, before continuing to wonder off into the forest. Jacs lowered her eyebrows. She threw her fists down by her side and grinded her teeth.

'This isn't funny you know,' she hissed. 'I'm missing Potions thanks to you - but you know, not like I like Potions – but I want to get back before Snape does! If you want Gryffindor to loose, then keep moving!'

The little monkey nodded, and continued moving off into the forest. Jacs' eyes almost fell out of her head at the sight of her little monkey's bare behind wondering off. She growled again and continued follow her monkey as it ventured off deeper into the forest.

Behind them, Harry was now hovering up in the air above Jacs, looking down to her as she followed her monkey. Hermione was now behind him, hovering on her broomstick. She looked down to the monkey and flinched.

'Jacs!' Harry called out, waving his hand around. Jacs looked behind her suddenly. She saw no one.

'Um, hello?'

'Up here!' Hermione called out. Jacs looked straight up, where she saw Harry from a worm's eye view. Her annoyed expression at her monkey had now drifted away, and she stood smiling widely and waving her hands up to him – not Hermione.

'Hello Harry? Come to help me get my monkey back?'

'Jacs, did you know that the dark forest is forbidden?' quoted Hermione. Jacs rolled her eyes and stuck her middle finger up at Hermione.

'No duh man – now Harry, can you help me? The little pest ran off!'

Harry flew up higher so he could have a bird's eye view of the forest, and looked down to where Jacs had been pointing. Apart from getting a lovely view of millions of treetops and the sun's glare in his eyes, he saw nothing; the monkey wasn't in sight of either him or Jacs. He then forced his broomstick back down to where she was, this time landing on the ground perfectly.

He jumped off of his broomstick, and moved over towards Jacs. He shook his head.

'No, I couldn't see him from up there.'

'Damn it!' Jacs hissed, jumping up and down with a large frown swept across her face. 'When is that little bugger going to learn?'

'Which class did you have?' asked Hermione, who was finding it difficult to join Harry and Jacs on the ground. She remained hovering in mid air while Jacs looked up to her.

'I had Potions – that Snape man left like, not long ago. Had an important meeting with a parent apparently. And at that time, my monkey thought it was cool to run off. ARGH, friggen hell! Come on MIONE! This isn't funny anymore!'

Hermione was then able to force her broomstick down to the ground – followed by a thump when she had unsuccessfully been able to get off of it. She was now kneeling on the ground, dusting off the dirt from her robes.

'You all right Hermione?' asked Harry, who was slowly moving over to her.

'I'm fine, really.' Hermione told him, beginning to push herself up. 'I don't need any –'

'Ok.' Jacs said straightly. She then continued to move back off into the dark forest, looking for her run away monkey. Hermione lowered her eyebrows for a moment before being able to push herself up by herself. Harry looked towards Hermione and nodded his head.

'Best if we help her.'

'All right – Jacs…?' Hermione asked.

'Hm?'

'You didn't happen to see, a white wolf when you were coming out here did you?'

Jacs turned around from her walking direction, and shook her head.

'Nope – why?'

'Oh, no reason…' Hermione trailed off. She looked up from the ground, where in the distance she saw two moving figures. After whipping the remaining dust in her eyes from when she fell off of her broomstick, she looked closer to what her eyes caught.

'Oh my, Jacs? Is that your monkey?'

'Riding the white wolf around?' asked Harry.

'Eee! Mione, why are you riding her around like that?' called Jacs, laughing as she did so.

In front of the three Gryffindors was Jacs' ginger tree monkey, on the back of the white wolf Hermione, Ron and Harry had seen earlier. The white wolf looked as if she was happy – with part of Hermione's cloak around her right paw and the monkey seated on her back. Both were playing.

Hermione gasped, whilst Harry remained silent. Jacs however ran right up to the white wolf and her monkey, and began to pat it. When Hermione called out not to, Harry stopped her by moving his hand in front of her.

'No Hermione, look, she likes her…'

The white wolf looked as if she knew who Jacs was, and immediately reacted to her pat. The white wolf pushed her head upwards, so to get a better feel of Jacs' hand, while Hermione stood there with her mouth dropped wide.

'Don't make that face Hermione,' Jacs said suddenly. 'If the wind changes, you'll kill us all.'

Not answering her, Hermione moved forward to where Jacs was patting the white wolf. She stepped next to Jacs, and hesitated on lifting up her hand.

'Do, do you know her?'

'Do I know her? Oh my god, I've known her for like, ever! Well, knew her just before I moved to Australia, then when I came back. She's like, an old friend. Head of the pack – still?'

Jacs looked down into the white wolf's promising blue eyes. Her fingers ran threw the white wolf's fur, ignoring Hermione's gasps.

'She's not dangerous is she?' Hermione proceeded to ask questions. Jacs shook her head.

'She's only dangerous to men.'

Hermione, obviously not understanding Jacs' point allowed her hand to fly down onto the wolf's head and pat her.

'Battle scars… aren't they?' Hermione asked, brushing her fingers past the scratches and slight bloodstain on the wolf's face.

'Monthly leader fight I'd say,' told Jacs, feeling proud at the fact that she knew more about the wolf then Hermione.

'They fight for leader?'

'Like, every half moon or something.'

Harry remained behind them, considering whether he should move forward or not. Before he did though, the white wolf jumped away from both Hermione and Jacs so sudden that is caused Jacs' monkey to fall off of her back.

'What's wrong?' Hermione asked.

'A man touched her!' exclaimed Jacs sarcastically. Hermione who seemed like she didn't hear her turned around to where in the distance two male's approaching where they were. Hermione gasped, and shot back around to Jacs.

'We have to get out of here! That was Professor Snape and Lucius Malfoy!'

'Oh shit, come on Mione!' Jacs hissed, grabbing her monkey by the scruff. 'We'll have to go!'

The white wolf flinched at the sight of the two males now approaching them, and dashed off as fast as she could possibly run – back off into the deepness of the dark forest. Hermione however latched onto Jacs' cloak and began to pull her off behind a tree – along with Harry. The three friends remained behind the tree – Hermione and Harry mounting their broomsticks and Jacs on the back of Harry's Firebolt.

As fast as they could, Harry and Hermione took off from the ground, and flew back to the fields – where Madam Hooch hadn't even noticed they were gone.