Chapter Six:

Dre walked down the steps of her dormitory early in the morning. She had a reply letter clasped in her hand. She looked at it one more time.

Dear Mrs. Trewlany, Thank you so much for your inspirations. I will be very careful I promise. Just one question... Are relationships bad for me right now? Drimeth

It wasn't long. Direct and to the point. Trewlany's letter had been longwinded and very informative of her duties, but Dre wasn't that much of a writer, especially when it was to someone she had only read about in books. She ran up to the owlery with very little incident, (Peeves had stopped her to ask which way a screwdriver turned to loosen a bolt for a very large chandelier) and pushed open the door. Right in front of her was Harry Potter and Ron Weasly.

"Oh! Sorry," Dre said as she realized she had walked in right on their conversation. "I'll just take Ebony and leave," Dre said.

"You don't have to, Harry and I were just talking about Quidditch," Ron replied hastily. Dre smiled.

"Thanks," Dre said. She raised her arm as a large Raven came flying down from one of the topmost rafters.

"Here you go Ebony, I don't know where she lives, but I think you can figure it out. If it takes you more than a week don't bother alright?" Dre said. Ebony looked at her, and nodded, rubbed her head against Dre's cheek, and then swept out the window.

"See you later," Dre said.

"Wait, Dre, do you have any plans for sitting with someone during Charms?" Ron asked. Dre turned and smiled.

"No, but I have a feeling I'm about to make some," Dre said. Ron laughed.

"Well you wanna sit with me?" Ron asked grinning. Dre couldn't help but smile back.

"I'd love to," Dre said. "I'll see you there alright?" Dre said. She grinned once more, and then took off down the owlery steps.

"So I'll see you later ok? Don't forget we have to go," Draco said.

"I won't forget, now go!" Dre said. She pushed him off in another direction from which she was going.

"Hey, what's up with you?" Draco asked. Dre rolled her eyes.

"Listen, I don't want to talk about it right now, I'll see you later," Dre said and she walked away. She walked up a few flights of stairs and up to the charms corridor.

"Hey Dre!" A voice called. Dre looked up ahead, and Hermione Granger was standing there.

"Hey Hermione, what's up?" Dre said. Hermione ran over to her.

"I have to tell you something. Ron can't make it to charms, he got sick during potions class, and he wanted to make sure you knew, because he's really sorry," Hermione said.

"Oh. Oh ok, thanks Hermione," Dre said. All prospect of the class vanished from her. She walked into the class slowly, and sat down at the back of the room, pulled out her wand, and started listening to Flitwick about the class.

She left charms class, and decided that she would go up to the hospital wing, and see if Ron was alright. She walked into the ward, and all the beds were empty. 'he must have gotten released' Dre thought to herself.

"Madame?" Dre called. Madame Pomphrey came into the room, holding a tray of potions.

"Yes my child? What is it?" She asked.

"When was Ronald Weasly allowed to leave?" Dre asked.

"Ronald? Oh Ronald never came to the hospital today Drimeth," Pomphrey said. Dre's insides froze.

"Oh alright. Thanks anyway," Dre said. She walked out of the hospital wing even more miserable than before. She had been stood up by a Gryffindor. She looked around, and suddenly everything went Hazy. She felt herself hit the ground.

Ron is walking down the corridor. Hermione stops him, and says "Dre was looking for you, where were you?" Ron looks sick. Very sick. "Hermione tell her I'm sorry. I can't go to class, I have to go to the hospital wing" Ron says. "But you already went there earlier!" Hermione says back. "No, I... I was sick earlier, than I was sick, and now I'm sick, and I think I'll be sick again," Ron says. He falls to his hands and knees, and wretches everywhere. "Ronald!" Hermione cries. She pats him on the back. "Are you alright? We have to get you to the hospital now," Hermione says. Ron nods, and then collapses completely unconscious. "RON!" Hermione says. "Ron wake up!" Hermione says. She tries to wake him. She feels to see if he's breathing. "Ron!" Hermione says. She slaps him across the face. His eyes open slightly. "Come on, I need to get you out of here," Hermione says. She tries to get him up, but Ron is to heavy for her. A dark shadow comes out of the corner. "Miss Granger, Ron is about to die." This cold voice says. Hermione shudders. "Who are you?" Hermione asks. "The last thing you'll ever see!" The voice says. "Avada Kedavra!" The voice shouts, and Hermione falls down dead. Ron also succumbs to this curse. The clock right behind this shadow says 7:00. The body immerges from the shadow. Dark cloaked figure.

"My dear are you alright?" Madame Pomphrey asked. Dre looked at her. Her heart nearly stopped.

"What time is it?" Dre asks sitting bolt upright.

"It's 6:45! My dear what is it!" Pomphrey said. Dre looked down the stone corridor. She was still on the floor. Dre searched the memory.

"Transfiguration corridor!" Dre shrieked. Dre stood up nearly knocking Pomphrey over. Dre scrambled down the corridors, jumping up the steps.

"Dre! What's wrong!" A voice shouted.

"Oh my gosh! Harry! Follow me, we haven't a moment to loose!" Dre said. Harry took off after her. They were about to round the corner, but they heard Hermione and Ron talking. Then someone vomited.

"Ronald!" Hermione cried. Dre looked around the corner.

"Ok, Harry, I can't intervene but you can. All you have to do, is go and stop this person from hurting Hermione and Ron, it's not going to be hard, you'll have him by surprise," Dre said.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Harry said.

"Oh never mind, I'll do it!" Dre said. She listened again.

"Miss Granger, Ron is about to die," A voice said. Dre rounded the corner, and started creeping down the hallway.

"Who are you?" Hermione asked, her voice wavering.

"The last thing..." The voice starts.

"I don't think so!" Dre shouts, her wand at the ready.

"How did I know that you would come!" The voice shrieked. The cloaked figure came out of the shadows, and pulled down his hood.

"Why is Ron about to die?" Hermione asked.

"Because he's been poisoned all day long," The man snapped.

"Drimeth Shylock, your father has a message for you. You are needed," The man said. He had slick black hair, and cold, hollow icy blue eyes.

"My father?" Dre said, her voice faltering.

"Yes, your father!" he said. Before Dre could do anything, he touched his wand to his hand, turned himself into a portkey and vanished. Hermione reached down to Ron.

"We have to get him to the wing!" Hermione said.

"Who is your father Dre?" Harry asked. Dre looked at him.

"My father is Franklin Jared," Dre said.

"I know that name... Why?" Harry said.

"Because he's a... He's a death-eater Harry, and I haven't spoken to him in years," Dre said. Harry looked at her.

"We'll talk about this later, come on, we need to get Ron downstairs," Harry said. Dre nodded.