"Apparently they were highly reccomended after helping out in that drug bust two days ago," said Mcgonagall to Dumbledore. Harry and Hermione were sitting in front of his desk, and Tonks was standing nearby. "They just might pull this off."

"And, if they do they will be allowed to join a small organization for young special agents," said Tonks. "In return they'll learn self defense with and without a wand, school tuitions will be payed for, and they will recieve scholarships to the collage of their choosing. There's even an optional FBI training coarse." Harry and Hermione's eyes widened and they looked at Dumbledore.

"Please let us try this!" pleaded Hermione. Dumbledore smiled and noddded.

"This will remain secret from your families, and if you get into serious danger you will be taken away from the situation until it is safe. You do understand this don't you?"

"Yes sir," they said in unison.

"Lupin will be working with us too," said Tonks. "He's posing as a janitor, while searching for clues. Along with his partner, Max."

"Who's Max?" asked Hermione.

"He's a golden retriever," said Tonks. "Trained to sniff out drugs. It took a while to convince Filch to allow this."

They chuckled, and Dumbledore sent them on their way. Once they were out the door, Hermione jumped up with a cheer and hugged Harry.

Hermione glanced around the room at all the glum faces. Yes, she thought to herself. It was that time of day again. Fourth period class, and no way of avoiding it. When she had first heard of the class where they were to discuss major world issues and give their own opinion, she had thought it was be a great idea. That was until she met professor Micheals, a headstrong man who always thought his opinion meant more to the world than anyone else's. Today's topic was freedom of religion and what should or should not be allowed in schools, and the present arguement between Micheals and Parvati was going nowhere.

"No," said Micheals in his nasaly tone. "You can't pray in school, because then you'd be imposing your morality on me." Hermione rolled her eyes and raised her hand. "Yes, Miss Granger."

"So what your saying then, Professor, is that imposing your morality on someone else is wrong?" she asked. He nodded.

"Precisely." He turned to jot something on the board, but Hermione wasn't finished yet.

"But then," she interrupted. "Aren't you imposing your morality on me by saying it's wrong?" There were scattered giggles from the students, but Micheals was not amused.

"Right and wrong should be left up to the individual," he replied. Hermione shook her head.

"You don't believe that, sir."

"Of coarse I do. What I am trying to teach all of you is that dealing with other religions is an ethical thing."

"Alright," cut in Hermione, much to his annoyance. "So then if a terrorist goes and murders thousands of innocent people because he thinks he's right, can you say he's wrong?"

"Of coarse I can," he said.

"So then," said a voice in the back. "You don't really believe that right and wrong should be left up to the individual." He turned, ignoring the student and went up to the board. He wrote the word 'Absolutes' on there and then turned to the class, pointing to it with his wand.

"Absolutes," he said, as if the class couldn't read. "What do you believe about absolutes? Yes, Parvati."

"Well," she said, a little nervous to be put in the spotlight. "For me, I haven't made the decision, but my parents keep saying that there are no absolutes." Micheals smiled, not to Hermione's surprise.

"They are correct, Miss Patil. There are no absolutes."

"Are you sure?" asked Malfoy from behind Hermione. Micheals looked up, surprised to hear Malfoy speaking up in his class.

"Yes, I'm sure," he answered firmly.

"Are you absolutely sure?" pressed Malfoy.

"Yes," said Micheals. There was scattered laughter in the classroom.

"Then that's an absolute," said Hermione, who noticed that Micheals didn't see what was so funny. "And I supose now you are going to say that there is no such thing as right and wrong?"

"Eventually, if people would stop interrupting with their smart remarks, Miss Granger." She shook her head, but said nothing. "Repeating what Hermione said, there is no such thing as right or wrong."

"Is that statement you just made right or wrong?" asked Malfoy. The students started laughing, and Malfoy sat back, a hint of his old prideful self starting to show. Hermione turned to him.

"Now Malfoy, I understand what he's trying to say," she said out loud. She turned to Micheals with an innocent face. "He's saying there's no right or wrong answer to anything, am I right?"

"Yes," growled Micheals, who had about had enough.

"So I suppose then that you won't be grading our homework," she finished, grinning as he became more frustrated. The students began cheering, and as if on cue, the bell rang and they began to leave. Hermione was almost out the door when he grabbed her by the arm and pulled her back, staring at her menacingly.

"What do you think you are trying to prove, Granger?" he growled. Malfoy stepped up, and pushed Micheals back so he let go of Hermione.

"What are you so mad about?" he asked haugtily. "It's not her fault you keep hexing yourself in the foot." They both left, and Hermione was stopped again by Goyle, much to her surprise. He was the only one of Malfoy's friends that hadn't joined their gang.

"That was pretty cool the way you stood up to Micheals," he said, not really looking her in the eye. She was a little shocked to hear this from him, but nodded just the same.

"Thanks," she said softly, and then turned and left. As she walked, a member of Ravenclaw walked alongside of her. His name was Blake Hornsby, and was known as one of the cutest boys on the Ravenclaw qudditch team. She glanced at him to let him know she saw him, and he grinned.

"That was quite a performance in there," he complimented. "Are you a book worm or something?"

"Or something," she answered, still not looking at him.

"Do you believe in the hereafter?" he asked. She nodded and smirked.

"Most definently." He stepped in front of her, and she looked at him for the first time.

"Good," he answered. "So then you must know what I'm hereafter." She smirked and looked him in the eyes.

"And you must know, you won't get it," she answered, and then walked off to lunch.