Dylan ran up the stairs to the Ravenclaw common room.

"Pass-"the witch started to say, but Dylan cut her off.

"Rememberall!" Dylan said hurriedly. The witch shrugged and swung her portrait allowing Dylan into the common room. Dylan decided to wait a little while to let Cassie pretend to be asleep if she wanted. After a few minutes, Dylan walked up the staircase to her dormitory.

"Cassie?" Dylan whispered, opening the door. She found Cassie sitting on her bed, writing a letter. "Cassie are you O-"

"Leave me alone!" Cassie said harshly. She finished her letter and attached it to Hedwig's leg. "Go on!" She told the owl. Hedwig looked reproachful and flew out the window.

"Cassie who is that letter for?" Dylan asked, even though it was none of her business.

"Dad." She said simple. "Asking him why the hell he didn't tell me mum was kidnapped!"

"Cassie, the article said your mum was missing, not kidnapped." Dylan reasoned.

"Article shartical! The Daily Prophet lies! Haven't you read Order of the Phoenix?" Cassie snapped.

"Yes I have, and I know that-"

"YOU THINK DAD WAS LYING TO DO YOU? THINK GLACEMAN WAS RIGHT ABOUT HIM KILLING CEDRIC?" Cassie shouted.

"No, I don't! How can you say that?" Dylan asked hurt.

"Good, c'mon, we're going to see Hagrid. My dad wanted us to." Cassie said, grabbing Dylan's arm. "Where's Zach?" she demanded.

"I dunno, still in the Great Hall probably." Cassie shook her head

"Forget him, let's just go now!" Cassie led Dylan out the door, through the portrait hole, down the stairs, and outside. "Let's see, where's Hagrid's…there!" Cassie said pointing at a small wooden hut. She grabbed Dylan's arm again and pulled her towards the hut. When they were on the top step, Cassie hammered on the door.

"Um…Ha-Professor Hagrid?" She asked through the door.

"Is tha Cassie Potter?" the voice came from the man who had taken the first years to Hogwarts by boat.

"Um, yes. This is Cassie Potter…and a friend."

"Well, c'mon in!" The door was thrown open by Hagrid. He looked just as he did when Harry, Ron, Hermione and all them were at Hogwarts. His hair was graying a bit, but besides that, he was the same.

"You…you look jus' like yer mum." Hagrid said, picking Cassie up and hugging her, nearly breaking her back. "'Cept yer eyes…you got yer dad's eyes…you know, people use'ta say tha' to yer dad, he look 'xactly like his dad, but he got his mum's eyes." Hagrid said fondly.

"Professor Hagrid-"

"Naw, jus' call me Hagrid!"

"Right, Hagrid…this is my friend Dylan Wheeler." Hagrid eyed Dylan suspiciously.

"You Ben Wheelers daughter?" he asked. Dylan gulped and nodded.

"Yes, I am."

"Well, I taught him when he was at Hogwarts too. He was 'specially good at Care of Magical Creatures. 'Fact, he was the fir' one 'o took my N.E.W.T's in his year…" Hagrid said thoughtfully.

"Um, Hagrid? Can I ask you something?" Cassie asked.

"'Course! Get inside firs" Hagrid said, ushering them in. Dylan and Cassie sat themselves on the enormous couch in Hagrid's hut.

"Right, what'da want to ask me?" He asked, sitting down on the chair opposite them.

"Well, have you seen today's Daily Prophet?" Cassie asked. Hagrid went red in the face and started busing himself making tea.

"Skimmed through it, why?" he asked. Cassie looked at Dylan.

"Well, did you see the article about my mum?" Cassie asked. Hagrid nodded

"Yeah, I sent an owl to Harry 'bout it. Tragic...but Harry mus' be used to it. People who he loves dissapearin' or dyin'. His parents, his godfather, Dumbledore." Hagrid gulped "Now his wife...Want a cuppa?" he asked, handing out a teacup the size of a bucket. Dylan nodded and took the cup from Hagrid.

"Thanks, but Hagrid? Cassie thinks that her mum was...well kidnapped. I don't think that's true. Do you?" Dylan asked. Hagrid shrugged.

"It could be possible. I mean, You-Know-Who is still around. He could have Luna as...a ransom, like the Prophet said." Hagrid reasoned. He patted Cassie on the back, nearly knocking her to the ground. "But don' you worry 'bout it. She'll turn up." he said cheerfully.

They talked into the late afternoon, when Hagrid insisted they go back to the castle. (It's gettin' late and I don't wan' you two gettin' detention!) They met up with Zach in the common room.

"Where were you two? I spent ages looking you!" he said

"We were at Hagrid's." Cassie said

"One of us was dragged there." Dylan said angrily.

"Whatever, but I needed to ask him if he knew anything about my mum's kidnapping." Cassie said.

"But your mum disappeared, not kidnapped." Zach said. Cassie snorted.

"No, she was kidnapped." she insisted.

"She said the same thing to me up in the dormitories." Dylan told Zach.

"Anyway, I just had to ask him..." Cassie said apologetically. Zach shrugged.

"Its fine, I was just worrying about you two." Zach said. He suddenly realized what he said and blushed. "Well, you know whatmean..." he said. Dylan smiled and looked at Cassie.

"Yeah, I think I know what you mean." she said. Cassie seemed to know what she meant and blushed too.

"Well, what time is it? Shall we go to dinner?" she asked briskly. Dylan giggled. The three walked into the Great Hall. The meal was pleasing after Hagrid's so called 'cooking'. No sooner had dinner started when it was soon interrupted by Melanie Weasley.

"I'm in! I'm Chaser!" she said, sitting down next to Dylan.

"You're in what?" Dylan asked.

"The Quidditch team! I'm the new Chaser! Since Jenna Marksleve left, one of the chaser spots are open." Melanie explained.

"Really? Wow! Congratulations!" Lisa Homme sitting down next to Cassie. "So are you going to be playing in the match against Hufflepuff?" she asked. Melanie nodded.

"Yeah, I can't wait beat them. The seeker, Adrienne Green, is amazing. I mean it. And she's only in her second year. Watch her during the match. She awesome! Oh, hi Adrienne! We were just talking about you!" Melanie greeted a slender girl, with dark skin and long black hair. She had a pretty face and brown eyes. Adrienne smiled.

"Hi Melanie, congratulations on making the team." she said sitting down next to Melanie. "First practices are on Monday, make sure you bring your broom." Melanie nodded.

"I just need to get one first." she explained. Adrienne cringed.

"Well, get a move on. We have an old Shooting Star that's a pile of crap. You can't ride that in a game or at practices." she reasoned. Melanie bit her lip.

"I probably need to order one now. Cassie, can I borrow your copy of Witch Broomstick? Please? I'll give it back!" Melanie pleaded. Cassie shrugged.

"Sure, you don't need to beg." she said.
"Thanks, where is it?"

"In my trunk, I'll show you after dinner." she said. Dylan looked at Melanie.

"What kind of model are you going to get Mel?" She asked. Melanie shrugged.

"I dunno, probably a Nimbus 2000 or a Nimbus 2001. I might even be able to afford a Firebolt. Never a Firebolt 6000, but a Firebolt is still pretty good. Uh oh."

Melanie pointed to a sleek blonde haired boy who was walking up to the Ravenclaw table. It was Orion Malfoy. Dylan wasn't sure but somehow, his sneer looked exactly like a certain someone who was played by an actor named Tom Felton.

Yeah, I 'spect you thing your a big man...er woman now that your on the Quidditch team don't you, Weasley?" He asked. Cassie looked mad enough to throw something.

"Ah, your Potter's kid? Let me tell you something Potter. You're a pureblood. I'm a Pureblood. Weasley here is a blood-traitor, Homme's a half-blood, Green is a mudblood, Elmswood is mudblood, and Wheeler's a half-blood. If you ask me, I wouldn't be hanging around with scum like this." Dylan was hanging on desperately to Melanie's robes.

"Hey, what's going on?" Aly Weasley had left the Gryffindor table when she saw Orion.

"Just guess!" Melanie said fiercely. Orion looked at Aly.

"Ah another blood-traitor. What I'm trying to get at Potter is that you should be hanging around with people like me. I can help you there"

Flashback

Five boy were in a train compartment. Two looked like human boulders. One, tall, gangly and red-headed, one, small skinny and dark haired and the last, pale with a pointed chin, sleek blonde hair and grey eyes.

"You'll soon fin out that some wizarding families are much better than others, Potter." the blonde boy said to the dark haired boy, "You don't was to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there." he held out his hand for Potter to shake, but he didn't take it.

"I think I can tell who the wrong sort are for myself, thanks," he told Malfoy.

End of Flashback