Harry runs for his Herbs class, hoping his not late, for talking with Prof. Snape. He makes it in to his seat, just as Prof. Sprout calls out roll.

"Ganger, Hermione?"

"Here, ma'am."

"Potter, Harry?"

"Here, Ma'am."

"Weasley, Ron?"

"Right next to Hermione, madam."

"Malfoy, Draco?"

"Here Sprout."

Half way though the lesson, Harry's scar starts to hurt for no reason, that he think of. He shuts his eyes tight, and puts his head to the table, hoping it will stop soon. Prof. Sprout walks by then and looks down at our hero, who is in great pain.

"Weasley! Granger! Help Potter to Madam Poppy. He's not looking to well."

"Yes Prof. Sprout." Hermione says standing up, and with help from Ron gets Harry to Madam Poppy.

As the two carry there ex best friend, Harry's left sleeve gets pulled up. Ron looks down, and moves to pull it down; when he sees cuts, some bleeding and some old scars. Ron looks up at Hermione, and looks back down at Harry's wrists. Hermione looks down and gapes.

"Why would he do something like that?"

"I don't know. If you have forgotten, he hasn't talked to us much this year."

"No I haven't forgotten. But I have noticed that he has been talking with Prof. Snape a lot more than what he would like to."

"I know what you mean, Herm. Come on. Lets get him to Madam Poppy. And then we can talk with Prof. Dumbldore."

They take him to Madam Poppy and leave right away, hoping to see Prof. Dumbldore in the hallways.

"Wait Ron," Hermione says, placing a hand on Ron's left upper arm.

"What Hermione?" He says turning around.

"What are we going to tell Prof. Dumbldore?"

"Umm. lets just tell him what we saw."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I am. Now come on."