Chapter 12 is here! Huzzah!

"What? That's supposed to be dangerous?" Draco sneered looking into the see through box. "It's just an old cloak."

And that's exactly what was in the box a cloak made for a six foot man, it looked ratty and old, and nothing like a fatal creature.

Greg smiled mysteriously, "Are you sure about that young Malfoy?"

Draco rolled his eyes, "Look if you based this whole class on your dirty laundry we might as well just leave now." He snapped grinning as the Slytherins chuckled.

Greg smiled, "Then perhaps you would like to prove you theory. Step up and try this cloak on."

Whispers ran through the class as Draco regarded the teacher and cloak apprehensively. Something about Greg's smile made him nervous.

"What's the matter Malfoy? Scared?" Harry shot to the platinum haired Slytherin. "After all 'it's just an old cloak'" Harry mocked, mimicking Draco's voice.

Draco, who had been about to refuse touching the cloak, stood up immediately, "I'm not scared Potter," he snapped putting an end to the quiet laughs the Gryffindors were giving as they taunted him.

Draco strode to the front of the class and waited while Greg opened the box. He hesitated slightly before grabbing the cloak and putting it on. When the cloak was secured around his shoulders, he turned to the class with a triumphant smirk.

"See, nothing but a grungy old cloak," Draco would have boasted more but the cloak he was wearing started to wrap itself around his body tightening its grip cutting off Draco's air.

The students gasped in horror as Draco's face started to turn blue. Instantly the Gryffindor students began firing charms trying to dislodge the assassin from their fellow classmate, the Slytherins were just content to sit back and watch. Even though Draco Malfoy was wildly unpopular among the Gryffindors nobody wished him to die.

"As you can tell, this creature is impervious to your spells; there is only one that will scare off this beast." Greg announced with a smile, he turned to Draco and raised his wand. "Expecto patronum!" he cried, the students watched in awe as a moose erupted from the end of their teachers wand and charged the cloak. Instantly the cloak disengaged from Draco and glided across the floor into Greg office. The moose disappeared and Draco sank to the floor gasping for breath.

"W-what w-was that?" Draco asked in between much needed gasps of air. Crabbe and Goyle rushed to his side and helped him to his feet.

"That, my dear boy, was a Lethifold, also known as Living Shroud, as we discussed earlier. That old cloak, as you called it, wraps itself around the victim slowly cutting off the victim's air. When dead, the Lethifold digests the victim whole, not leaving a thing behind. You may return to your seat Mr. Malfoy, thank you for the assistance."

Draco nodded dumbly before returning to his seat; apparently his near death had affected him greatly. But what Draco really couldn't believe was the fact that all the Gryffindors had tried to save him while the Slytherins had been content to just watch him slowly suffocate.

"Now, your homework for tonight is to write a foot long essay about Lethifolds, Where they originated, and how many are left. Your paper will be graded on how much you can tell me about these fascinating creatures." Greg announced sitting at his desk and folding his hands across the top. "Class dismissed."

"That was a great Defense against the Dark Arts class!" Neville exclaimed as the Gryffindors sat down to dinner that night.

Seamus nodded as he stuffed some steak and kidney pie into his already full mouth. "Beah! Ge vas leart. Balmost netter yen Kupin jas!" At the Gryffindors looks of confusion he swallowed and repeated, "Sorry, I said he was great. Almost better then Lupin was."

Ron nodded, "Yeah, Professor Talon was pretty good. That Lethifold was pretty cool. I wonder how he managed to find one."

As the rest of his friends continued on about Talon, Harry was discussing Quidditch tryouts with Jessica.

"Are you still planning on trying out for keeper?" Harry asked shifting his food around on his plate.

Jessica shook her head, "No, I have enough to contend with as it is. I decided it wouldn't be best to bite off more then I can chew, so to speak."

"Fair enough." A disappointed Harry said.

"Aw, don't be like that Harry! Now you can have Ron on the team. He wanted to be the keeper too, remember?" Jessica teased nudging him slightly with her elbow.

Harry grinned back at her antics and returned to his meal. As Harry raised the forkful of carrot and turnip to his lips, he immediately sensed something wasn't right. Something bad was coming. Casting a sharp glance at Jessica, he realized she must have sensed it too by the anxious look on her face.

They both looked to Greg who seemed to remain oblivious to the feeling.

"What do we do?" Jessica asked, "We can't just leave the Great Hall in the middle of dinner. People will be suspicious, especially if a great battle erupted outside or something."

Harry sighed not sure what to do either, running a hand through his hair he glanced back to Greg before answering. "I g-guess we should just wait here, I don't doubt the trouble will find its way here, to me." He whispered.

"Bit self centered aren't you?" Jessica ribbed trying to lighten the mood a little.

"Unfortunately it always seems to be true." Harry muttered a little angrily.

Just then the Great Hall door's burst open and a Deatheater strode into the Hall. "HARRY POTTER! TONIGHT YOU DIE!"

Sorry this chapter is so short but I'm getting writers block. I don't know what to write a lot of the times. But please review and tell me what you think. Maybe toss me a few ideas (wink; wink) I would love to hear your suggestions. Please R&R. Cheers!