Oliver's eyes widened, and so did everyone else's, as Hayleigh looked away.

"What?" he asked. "Let me see that!" he exclaimed, holding out his hand. Ron took the paper, and read the last line.

"'The suspect's name is Oliver Wood.'" he read out loud, looking around the table. Hayleigh's eyes began to water, and she stood up.

"Hayleigh, I didn't." he tried to say. Shaking her head, she threw her hand over her mouth and ran from the Great Hall, all eyes on her as she began to cry. Up at the staff table, Professor McGonagall stood up, and rushed out of the hall after her. Oliver had begun to stand.

"Sit back down, Wood." she said as she passed. He dropped onto the bench, still confused.

Hayleigh had collapsed onto the stairs, her head in her hands, crying. McGonagall sat beside her.

"What is wrong, Hayleigh?"

"My father is dead!" she cried out, not looking up.

"What happened?" she asked, pulling Hayleigh to her feet.

"It's in the Prophet.front page." she said, wiping her cheeks. McGonagall nodded.

"Well, the Prophet has a habit of stretching the truth. You may want to speak with your mother." Hayleigh nodded.

"Alright, Professor."

"Go ahead and use my office, if you need to," she said, and headed back to the Great Hall, to get the copy of the Prophet Hayleigh had.

Hayleigh kneeled on the carpet in front of McGonagall's fireplace, grabbed some Floo powder, and leaned forward.

"Number five, Greiirha Place!" she exclaimed, tossing in the powder. She put her face forward, and felt the spinning sensation around her. It stopped, and she found herself looking at her kitchen. "Mom?! Mom, are you here?!" she called. The door opened, and a little house elf ran in.

"Miss Hayleigh!"

"Twombly, is my mother here?" she asked. He nodded, and ran off. Hayleigh bent a little, trying to get comfortable, when her mom ran in.

"What's up?"

"What happened to dad? Is what the Prophet said true?" she asked. Her mother sighed, dropping onto her knees in front of the fire.

"Yes, it is. Honey, I am sorry." she said. Hayleigh shook her head.

"But how could they blame Oliver?! He would never do anything like that, he's always like dad! Who accused him?" Hayleigh asked. Her mother looked away.

"I did, sweetheart."

"Why, mom?" she asked, her voice breaking, tears falling from her eyes.

"Because he threatened your father the week before you came home for Christmas." Hayleigh shook her head.

"How?"

"I cannot remember.but he did. I know he did." Hayleigh continued shaking her head.

"No!" she cried, and pulled out of the fire, unable to listen to it anymore. She pushed herself up, and ran up the steps, to the Gryffindor common room.

She pushed open the door, and blushed, knowing she was late.

"Sorry, Professor Snape."

"Take your seat, so I can continue teaching." She moved to her seat, and dropped down, still embarrassed. Oliver looked down at her, but she could not find the strength to look back.

The game had finally arrived. They were on their brooms, and Hayleigh was subbing for Katie, who had gotten sick that morning, and couldn't play yet. She flew around, the Quaffle under her arm, and chucked it through the hoop. She looked over at Oliver, for the first time since lunch the day before, and faintly smiled.

"And it's tied, fifty to fifty!" Lee Jordan called. Hayleigh spun on her broom, watching the game, waiting for the Quaffle, and caught it on a fly by, intercepting it from the Slytherins. She flew over, and tossed it over to Alicia.

"Spinnet throws the Quaffle.and it's good! Gryffindor is in the lead!" Lee called. Hayleigh was watching Harry and Draco fly for the Snitch, when, to her horror, she heard the Slytherins chanting. Spinning on her broom, she listened, ignoring the game.

"He's going to miss the ball. He's going to let it pass. Soon he will fall, and receive a face of grass." She cried out, and flew towards Oliver, hoping to stop anything that could, and probably would, knock him down. As she flew over, they continued to chant. "He'll be taken to the prison, he'll be held against his will. He's going to be accused of a crime, a sin, a kill."

"Oliver! Tell me you hear that!" she cried. He threw the Quaffle out, and listened.

"I can't hear what they're saying, though," he said.

"She's going to be heartbroken, she is going to have cried. It won't be until it's too late when she realizes that Wood's died." He turned his head, eyes wide, looking at her. He was able to understand them.

"Wood! Gryffindor! Look out!" Fred called. She turned her head, seeing the Bludger.

"No!" she cried, flying in front of him. The Bludger slammed into her stomach, and she flew back, through the hoop, and plummeted towards the ground.

"Hayleigh!" he cried, looking down, catching the Quaffle. Her body ached as she lay on the ground, but found the strength to push herself onto her back, to listen to the chanting that still went on.

"It will be disgusting, horrifying, unjust. But at least we will win, and be harmonious." The whistle blew.the game was over. She faintly saw Harry holding the Snitch, and smiled as Oliver landed beside her.

"Why did you do that, Hayl?"

"They want us to lose. They know something is going to happen to you. They know.its one big plot against us, Oliver." she said, pushing herself into a sitting position.

"Easy, Hayleigh, easy." She listened as the Slytherins came from their box.

"He'll be taken to the prison, he'll be held against his will. He's going to be accused of a crime, a sin, a kill."

"It's a plot!" she exclaimed, pointing.

"Oliver Wood?" a voice asked. He turned around. Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic, walked across the field, with a few men behind him.

"Yes?" he asked, standing up. Hayleigh stood up beside him, pain shooting through her stomach.

"You are under arrest for suspicion of murdering Nikolas Gryffindor.come with us." He spun around, looking at Hayleigh. She was confused, even though she somewhat understood, and frightened.

"What?"

"Come on, let's go," he said, the men grabbing his wrists, and pulling him away.

"Oliver!" she cried, trying to run to him. Fudge slammed his hand against her stomach, hitting the bruise, causing her to gasp, unable to scream.

"Leave her alone!" he called, trying to wriggle free. McGonagall ran across the field.

"What's going on?" she asked. As Fudge pulled away, to explain, Hayleigh ran to him, hitting the men with her broom, and dropping to the ground.

"It's the Slytherins. It's one big plot, I'm telling you, they did this to you, to us!" she exclaimed, grabbing his hands.

"Hey!" Fudge cried, running over.

"Don't let them take you, Oliver. You'll never be the same!" she cried. Oliver's eyes lifted up, above her head.

"Hayleigh, move!" he exclaimed. Hayleigh turned, and saw the broom swinging towards her. She didn't move quickly enough. She felt the pain shoot through her head before she blacked out.

She blinked a few times, seeing Professor McGonagall standing over her, smiling.

"Your awake.finally."

"What time is it, where am I?" she asked, looking around.

"It's three 'o' clock, you've been out for twenty-three hours," she said. "And you're in your own bed." Hayleigh pushed herself up.

"Where's Oliver?" she asked.

"He's at Azkaban. You were there, you saw them."

"No! They can't take him!" she cried, feeling the tears begin to form again.

"But they did.lay down, Hayleigh."

"How can you expect me to just lie here when he could be punished to death? Or worse.the Dementor's Kiss?" she whispered, the pain shooting through her stomach as her hand landed on her bruise.

"They can't do anything just yet, Hayleigh. They have to have a hearing. If there is at least two witnesses who say he was here that night, when your father was killed, they can't do anything to him."

"What time did they say my father died?"

"What does that have to do with anything? I mean, if he was here all night."

"I had a nightmare that night.I knew something was going to happen to him, I knew it.Hermoine followed me to the common room. It was probably around twelve thirty or so.he was doing his Potions homework in front of the fire." McGonagall smiled.

"Then there was no way he did anything to your father. He was killed at one thirty."

"Oliver was in bed at one thirty. We headed to our rooms at about one fifteen.you can ask anyone whose bed is around his.Seamus, or Ron, or Harry.or Neville, even. I heard Oliver fall before he got to his bed.he woke them up." She smiled again.

"Then he's innocent."

"I know that!" Her head fell back onto her pillow, pain pulsating through her. "Do I at least get to go see him before his court date?"

"Afraid not. No contact, either."

"When is his court date?" Hermoine asked, stepping up. Hayleigh smiled.

"It is in one week. If you wouldn't mind, Hermoine, I'd like you to gather Seamus Finnigan, Neville Longbottom, Harry Potter, and Ron Weasley, and take them to my office. I need to speak with them, and you, as well." Hermoine nodded, patting Hayleigh's shoulder, and left the dorm.

"Professor, let me come down, please."

"You need to rest."

"But Wood is my boyfriend! This is very important to me that they can at least testify he was here!" She shook her head.

"I want you to rest," she said, stood up, and left without another word. Hayleigh grumbled to herself, and saw Ginny Weasley walk in.

"Ginny! Hey, can you give me a hand?"

"What do you need?"

"Use your wand and make me some crutches?" Ginny hesitated, but made the crutches, and helped Hayleigh out of bed.

"What did you need these for?"

"To get to McGonagall's office.I want to know what they are going to say," she said, and hopped herself down the steps, out the door, and down to McGonagall's office.

She pushed open the door, and heard everyone stop talking.

"Now, didn't I ask you to stay put upstairs?" McGonagall asked.

"This is my boyfriend we're talking about. My boyfriend being accused of killing my father. This is too important to lie down for." Sighing, McGonagall nodded, pointing to a seat beside Hermoine.

"Boys? You were woken up by Wood, right?"

"Yes. He said he tripped over one of Harry's shoes, and dropped his books, one of which flew over and slammed into a glass I had near my bed," Seamus said. McGonagall nodded, and turned to Hermoine.

"Now, Hayleigh's nightmare woke you up, didn't it, Miss Grainger?"

"Yes it did. And I followed her downstairs, where Oliver sat on the floor, trying to finish his Potions homework. I stood, and waited there, for a minute, while he tried to calm her down," she said. Nodding, McGonagall turned her attention to Hayleigh.

"And, you were with him between the time that Miss Grainger left the common room, and Mr. Finnigan, Mr. Potter, Mr. Longbottom, and Mr. Weasley were woken up, correct?"

"Yes. He was trying to get me to the point where I could go back to sleep," Hayleigh said, folding her hands over her lap. McGonagall smiled.

"If you can answer questions about where Mr. Wood was that night, without missing a step, he will be freed. He cannot be accused, and sentenced to a lifetime in Azkaban with five witnesses to his innocence." The door opened, and Dumbledore stepped in.

"Professor McGonagall? I need to speak with Miss Gryffindor, please." McGonagall nodded, and Hayleigh hauled herself onto the crutches again, following Professor Dumbledore out of the room.

"Yes, sir?"

"Come to my office with me, please," he said, and lead her down the hallway, to his door. Holding up his hands, he whispered the password, which Hayleigh did not hear, and stepped onto the stair, holding out his hand to help Hayleigh. She crutched onto the bottom step as the staircase moved up.

She set the crutches on the floor, and sat down across from Dumbledore.

"I know Wood is very important to, and I know that this hearing is very important as well.but Professor McGonagall asked you to stay lieing down because she gave you a Potion before you woke up to get rid of all the pain, and the bruises. Since you chose to get up, and move around, you will have to take another potion, and rest. Alright?" he asked.

"Yes.Uh, Headmaster Dumbledore, sir? Is there anyway for me to talk to Oliver before his hearing?" Dumbledore shook his head.

"Afraid not, Hayleigh. I'm sorry. Well." he said, looking around. "Not any way that's legal, any how." Hayleigh raised her eyebrow, and Dumbledore nodded. "You know of what I speak," he said, and stood. "Go ahead to Professor Snape's office. He will give you another potion, but you will have to wait until your lying down to take it." Hayleigh nodded, still confused, and crutched her way out of the room.