Note from the Author:

Hmm… How can I explain the super long wait in between my chapters? Well… I'm not going to give you an excuse. I'm plain old lazy! But to my surprise I kept getting reviews. So this chapter goes out to all who review!

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters! The plot though, the plot is all mine! (So that means no Dalek gun I am not J.K. Rowling or Eion.. or both. )

I wasn't quite sure how to tackle Foaly's trip to the surface, and I have a feeling no one really wants to read that and are more eager to move along so I'm going to skip over that part. I'm going to start working to make the lengths of the chapters longer, but that won't happen all at once.

Twigs and leaves snapped and rustled underneath solid hooves. Foaly was in a forest now, The Forbidden forest to be more exact but he didn't know that. He didn't know what it was called, or what was in here. He just new that he was walking in the general direction he needed to go in that his signal always died out in. He was going on luck and chance, and he could very well miss it and never realize. He might have already missed it! It was to late now though to turn back. He knew the centaurs were somewhere in these woods, but where exactly he didn't know. So he would just wander and search until he came across a lucky break. A break being that he didn't break his damn legs walking tonight. It was a bit chilly and a low fog hung around the ground and he had already stumbled a few times on this uneven surface. Despite the fog on the ground though the night sky was bright and clear, the moon shining brightly down on him and the stars struggling to be seen. He didn't look up often though. The sky held no importance. He had his eyes looking hard on the ground, his iris cam helping him to pierce the fog. Now and then his connection back to the LEP would buzz in his ear, as they checked up on him.

"They think I'm a baby." He thought bitterly to himself as he pushed aside a branch and continued on his way.

He sighed and paused for a moment and wiped the sweat from his brow. He didn't get out much… and he defiantly couldn't remember a time that he had walked this far. In his moment of rest he heard a rustling to the side and turned his head towards the noise. There wasn't anything there… but he could have sworn he heard something. How odd… how odd indeed. Maybe it was just a mouse. Nothing to worry about. If it was a human, it didn't matter. He was cloaked in latest fairy technology of course. Centaurs didn't have magic like the fairies but this was good enough and made him invisible to their eye. So he was free to go on his way and explore the woods like he properly wanted to.

At least… that's what he thought. He was ignorant to the wizarding world that he was treading so closely to know. He didn't know of the werewolves, vampires, giants, and other deadly creatures in this part of the word. Even the people here could poise as a threat to him. By this I mean the one and only Lord Voldemort and his loyal Death Eaters. So far he had been very lucky in his search. One would have expected to run into all sorts of nasty creatures by this time. He hadn't even come across one spider! Or one centaur… which is what he really wanted.

He was getting tired to. He hadn't been able to sleep in the shuttle (D'uh) and the minute it reached the surface he checked in with the LEP and went on his way. He had been walking for a few hours now and growing tired and loosing hope fast. He just wanted a sign! A sign to know he was going in the right direction and that he wasn't on a wild goose chase. He was especially getting annoyed by the fact that the further he walked the odder his equipment seemed to work. His iris cam was actually irritating his eye! Such an impossible thing! His technology being less then perfect! It must be the cold weather or something. . . maybe his lack of sleep was stressing his eye? It had to be him and not his technology. Though the cold weather and lack of sleep didn't explain why he would start hearing buzzing from the LEP But not be able to make out anything they say… maybe he was hearing things? He just wanted a sign to give him hope before he gave up!

Would he get that sign? Why, was a troll stupid and violent! Of course! A troll was very stupid and violent so of course his sign would come in a very large way. It wasn't very clear to him at first, in fact when he first started to notice it he was very prepared to turn around and walk in the opposite direction as the woods began to thin a bit. But he kept going in the direction, the thinning of the trees didn't necessarily mean the end of the forest. It could just mean a valley. And Centaurs like to hang out in valleys… right? If not it would make a good place to rest.

But oh what a surprise he received when he reached the ends of the woods. It wasn't a valley, oh no oh no. It was a large lake and behind it… an even larger school. "What! I don't understand! Why didn't I pick up on this school! It's so large how can the mudmen hide it! What's going on!" his thoughts ran wild and quickly, and would have kept running if his brain didn't shut down. That wasn't his fault though. He didn't realize at first that this was the very spot all his technology would short circuit on. And that was exactly what his iris cam had done. But an iris cam was hooked up to ones brain (How else did you expect it to measure one's heart beat, temperature, etc. ?) and when it short circuited, well so did Foaly.

But do not fear, no harm came to our little horsey friend. He was just knocked out cold for a very unfortunate period of time. And until that time was up he would lay on the ground, getting the sleep he needed. To bad it had to be so forced onto him. But maybe he wouldn't be laying there for long. Not only did his iris cam short out, but so did the rest of his technology, even the cloaking one leaving him revealed to spying eyes. To bad he was so far away from the school.

Harry and Ron had long ago made their way back to their dorm. It was after hours now, and all students were required to be in bed. It was one of the better known rules and not one of Filch's ridiculous ones that no one could ever remember. Hermoine didn't even try. And though Hermoine may be the 'perfect' student that didn't always mean she wasn't a rule breaker from time to time. But the rule breaking was mostly a cause of her two best friends, Harry and Ron who didn't stress the rules as much as she did. And that's how she found herself out on the school grounds underneath the infamous invisibility cloak with Harry and Ron.

"Do we have to be out here in the middle of the night?" she hissed under her breath. She herself was tired and a tad bit cranky. She wanted to go to bed early and not be dragged out to go to Hagrid's hut! And she really didn't want to be carrying such a large cake in her arms. A "I'm sorry" gift for Hagrid snitched from the kitchens.

"Yes. We haven't seen him in a while and he feels bad." Harry replied.

"But why in the middle of the night when he will be sleeping!" Hermoine argued back.

"Well we are leaving it on his porch for him to get when he wakes up." Ron replied.

"Cake for breakfast! Couldn't you give it to him after lunch? And stop stepping on my toes!" she said back.

There was silence and Hermoine groaned under her breath, frustrated. "You just don't want to face him do you?" she said coldly.

"What! You weren't there earlier! He tore me and Harry apart!" Ron said in his defense.

Before Hermoine could reply Harry shushed them both. "We're almost there." He said. The two drew quiet as they got close to the dark hut. "Let's get this over with…" Hermoine muttered as Harry and Ron stood a little distance away. She ducked under the arms and out from under the invisibility cloak, running towards Hagrid's door with the covered cake in her arms. She placed it in front of his door and said a short prayer that Fang wouldn't find it first. She turned and went to hurry back to Harry and Ron when a movement caught her eye to the side. She looked towards the Forbidden forest just in time to see the last glimpse of some figure fall. It looked like a man!

"Harry! Ron!" she called quietly. as she can, the urgency in her voice clear. What was a man doing out at night so close to the forest! She doubted it was a muggle, it had to be a wizard! And why did he pass out like that? Was he attacked! They had to help!

"What is it?" Harry asked when he and Ron reached her. He took the cloak off of the both of them, the tall boys looking down at their wide-eyed friend.

"I saw a man fall, near the woods! Come on!" she said and drew her wand. Harry and Ron shot each other a look, both thinking the same thing.

Voldemort.

None the less they to drew their wands and quickly ran after Hermoine who had cast Lumos and was now searching through the light fog that formed at the woods for the fallen man.

A gasp revealed that she had found it, and that it wasn't a man after all.

"Get Hagrid! We need to get him to Madam Pomphrey!"

Night turned to day in both Scotland, but more importantly, in Holly's neck of the woods. She was greeted to a very nice morning of a freash healthy breakfast and clean water. She loved mornings. It was her only time to herself now a days. Mulch enjoyed sleeping in. Holly took advantage of that fact and took her baths in the morning and got a start on the day. Usually her mornings are peaceful, hassle free.

But that ended when she listened to her messages and she was greeted with the tired voice of Foaly. That pretty much shot her nearly-perfect-only-missing-the-morning-birds morning down the crapper. "What's Foaly up to know!" She thought as she hurried to call him. Hopefully he didn't leave yet… what was he up to! She wanted to know… this couldn't be good.

It got even worse when the damn centaur didn't pick up his phone in his office. So she did the next best thing. She called LEP headquarters. She had the number to get directly into Trouble's office. That number wasn't given out to just everyone. If it was the poor guy would never have a moment of peace without the ringing of his phone. This was also a plus because when his phone rang, he would always pick it up because it was always important.

"Good morning, Commander Trouble speaking."

"It's Holly."

"Oh Holley!" his voice sounded cheered at once and more personal then his professional greeting that only changed with the time of day. From Good morning, to Good afternoon, to Good night.

"Where's Foaly? He left me an odd message last night." Holly replied. "Sometime about… centaurs?"

"What? He's on vacation. He didn't say anything about centaurs to me. He looked damned tired though."

"Vacation? Where?" she asked.

"For some odd reason he persisted to go to Scotland."

"Scotland! On the surface?"

"There is no underground called Scotland, is there?" The sarcasm was clear.

"Well… can you connect me to him?"

"Uh…." He sounded nervous as he flinched. This wasn't going to be good.

"Uh what?" she said, her eyes narrowing.

"Well… we lost contact with him last night. We can't seem to reach him. . . "

"What! And you aren't doing anything!" Holly was mad… very mad. And worried. She was already worried when she heard the message. But now Foaly went ahead with his plans without her! What the hell was going on!

"Well.. he's a big boy. And his stuff doesn't just break. He just turned it off to enjoy his vacation. We were calling in on him every half hour…"

"Where was his last position that you were able to read?"

"In a forest in Scotland. We couldn't get very precise readings."

Holley hung up, furious. Precise readings! Foaly's technology always gave precise readings! Even he couldn't stop it from doing that! Was Trouble so dense that he couldn't see that something fishy was going on? That … that… that idiot!

She was going to have to investigate this for herself. She didn't trust the LEP to do it right, they already messed up and couldn't realize it. But she couldn't go at this alone. Nor could she do it with just Mulch. She would need the help of a very certain mudman… one she had on speed dial.

Marz1: Yes Foaly is going to crash in Hogwarts and what a crash he made!

Sponge-Fan: I'm glad you liked the last one so much! So sorry for the long wait. Metaphors are great, aren't they :D

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Outthere101: Uh…. Hi to you too.

Peeves: I wrote the next chapter! Sorry for the uber long wait!

Bookishobsessed: I usually do put in a separate, that last time was a mistake. Oops.

Merely A Dark Lord: Well know! I hope I live up to your high standards!

RealFanFicts: Oh! I'm glad you liked it so much. I didn't think my crossover would be so popular. xD

Miney: Yes! Go plots, grammar, and spelling! Woo!

SilverFingers16: I'm 16 and I think I would say that. And we all would have liked to punch his annoying opponent.