Next morning.

Ron had fallen asleep at the desk he was working at, and only woke up after breakfast and fifteen minutes until first classes began.

Oh, good job Ron.

I know. Hurry up and grab me my shirt.

Sigh.

Harry had fallen asleep too at the desk in the Restricted Section after reading all that he needed. He had also taken notes just in case he forgot; there wasn't much. Harry planned to talk to Dumbledore as soon as possible; he would bring the book.

Basically Hermione was being possessed.

Somehow she must have been touched by someone over summer (or at least according to Harry's calculations; the spell took months to ease in) or handed something that had the spell on it. The book wasn't really charmed by the spell, however it displayed how bipatens limus works. Someone (hmm, lets think—could it POSSIBLY be Voldemort?) was looking through Hermione's eyes and controlling her for brief periods of time to get to Harry. It took Dark Magic to be able to use the spell, but with experience it could be very effective.

Hermione was in danger because if the spell was used when she was weak, she might not have the strength to live after. Bipatens limus destabilized the victim considerably after being used, so if Voldemort or one of his Death Eaters decided to use it again in succession, Hermione could be drained of all strength and die. Which isn't good.

Harry woke up about the same time as Ron, however he wasn't bothered about being late to class.

I get to skip school again…

I know. Now be quiet.

Harry ran to the statue, felt like shouting the password so he did, and ran ahead without even waiting to see if it opened.

It didn't.

Ouch. That's gotta hurt…

Yeah. It does.

So he shouted it again, except this time Harry meant it.

Again, nothing happened.

Um…

Don't you even think about saying it didn't work!

Well…it didn't. And there's no need to snarl.

Let me think! Just be quiet…

Harry shouted all of the candies he could think of.

Dang it, Ron! You had to tell Dumbledore to change the password!

"Is something the matter Harry?"

Harry whirled around, already knowing who it was.

And he was wrong. Again.

It was McGonagall.

"Don't you have a class Professor?" Harry asked puzzled.

"No, I have an hour respite. However, I don't think that I can say the same for you?" McGonagall pursed her lips, her eyebrows raised.

Harry blushed, avoiding her gaze. "Yeah…um, you know…about that…"

McGonagall waited.

"I have to talk to Dumbledore. Where is he?" Harry asked.

"He's not here. He has an urgent meeting at the Ministry with Fudge about—well, he has a meeting."

Harry gaped.

"But—I need to talk to him! I know what's wrong with Hermione!" Harry shouted in frustration.

While it sounds impossible, McGonagall's eyebrows actually shot up another level, though because of the cry or the news that Harry knew the problem, Harry wasn't sure.

"You…you know?" she whispered.

"Yes!" Harry shouted. "It's bipatens limus, or ope—"

"Open eyes…" murmured McGonagall. "Oh my stars, Dumbledore…"

Harry nodded his head.

McGonagall shot him a look. "But you could keep it down a bit, Potter. Seeing as how you're going to be missing school again." Her lips curled up into an amused smile at Harry's surprised yet ecstatic expression.

"Can I get—"

"Mr. Weasley?" McGonagall thought. "No…"

"PLEASE Professor? He'll kill me if I miss but he doesn't."

"Well, I promise I won't assign you homework in your grave."

"Please!" Harry begged.

McGonagall sighed. "You two are inseperable, aren't you?"

Harry nodded, a cocky smile not unlike his father's on his face. McGonagall saw the smile and was carried back to memories of the old days, before all of the danger and Harry Potter but just of James and Lily Potter…

Sighing again, "Hurry up then."

"Yes!" Harry felt like jumping in the air but somehow restrained himself, instead running off.

They would be in Charms…

"Professor Flitwick, Ron's coming with me!" Harry shouted, jumping into the classroom.

Uh oh...

Wrong class.

The first years were giggling. First a nerdy girl, then Harry Potter! What next, Snape doing the tango?

Um...

Harry put up his hand in apology, stepping VERY QUICKLY out of the room. How embarrassing.

What would they be having then? Thinking hard, Harry stood still not knowing where to go.

Binns. Right. The essays.

Okay Harry, better take it slow just in case it's the wrong class.

Shut up.

Everyone was staring at him (AGAIN) but at least it was the right class this time. "Um…Ron's coming with me…"

Ron leaped out of his seat, inconspicuously snatched up the essay (it was really short and really sucked) and stuffed it into his pocket so he could work on it more later if there was time, and followed Harry out the door.

"You saved me mate!" He whispered as they ran to Dumbledore's office.

Harry quickly filled Ron in on the situation with Hermione and then was applauded for finding the book.

McGonagall was waiting for them. "What took you so long?" she scolded.

Harry blushed again. "Um…nothing…" Ron suspected something but being the good friend he was didn't say anything.

"What happened!"

"I just…nothing."

"Sure."

"YES! Be grateful that I saved you from being killed by Binns!"

"Thanks…"

"YOUR WELCOME."

"Are you done?" McGonagall asked. The boys nodded sheepishly.

"Let's contact Dumbledore."

Ron the Brave contacting HQ…