Author's note: as usual ah don't own anythang y'all recognize, R an R peeps, sorry dis is short, but ahll be gone for like a month for X-Mas break an ah wanted ta give mah loyal readers somethang ta read while ah was gone.

The next morning things seemed better. Almost everyone had forgotten about my 'betrayal' of the Weasley twins, with the exception of Erin who hates me for more reasons then that. Locke stayed pretty much out of sight and the biggest thing I had to worry about was whether or not I could keep him.

"Hera, check this out! I found something!" Lizze screamed running down the hall, a book in her hand.

"Does it prove Locke's not a dragon?" I asked pausing at the classroom door.

"Not exactly, but the smallest dragon ever on record was thirty-five pounds as an adult and it was yellow. How much do you think Locke weighs?"

"About twelve pounds, I compared him to Dromie's cat."

"Then there's no way he could be a dragon. He's way too small!" Lizzie exclaimed.

"What's going on here?" Rahne/Andromeda asked walking past.

"We might've found proof Locke's not a dragon."

"Yeah, great. Oh, Hera, my father says he's coming to the open house and that he'll be looking at how you're doing since your father will be too busy greeting the other parents."

"Um, great?" I asked not sure why Mr. Lupin even cared about me. According to Uncle Bill, Mr. Lupin, I refuse to call him Remus because he's an adult, helped my father raise me. At one point I'd even overheard others talking about some rumors of him wanting to adopt me, but I just dismissed it as some uninformed git talking.

"Hera, don't you understand? He'll see all those classes you're failing and be talking to your professors," Rahne explained.

"So, everyone knows I'm failing transfiguration, herbology, charms and defense."

"How can you be failing defense? Your father used to teach it."

"I don't know. I just have a hard time getting the spells to work right. I'm not too bad with the tests and stuff like that," I answered as we entered the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom (DADA from now on). As usual our professor wasn't there yet. He was usually late, but none of us students minded because it gave us some extra time to finish up our assignments.

"Hera, what did put for the last part of the werewolf essay?"

"Nothing I'm telling you, Dane. Why don't you ask Rahne?'

"Hey, Aunt Dromie!"

"Hera! Did you have to do that?" Rahne hissed at me as the door of the class room slid open.