A/N: What's Byron's problem? I bet that's what your wondering. And if not… then… yeah. Continuing on with the story…

Chapter 5: Black quills and Grimmauld

Juniper found herself in the exact same room, in the exact same chair. The only difference was that the room was just about empty and it was later in the day. Down a couple rows in front of her sat an older boy with jet black hair in disarray. Juniper instantly recognized the back of his head as Harry. Excitement flooded through her, then drained when she saw who else was sitting in the desk next to her. Byron sat slumped over with something in his lap. His fingers tapping out a rhythm across the surface. His eyes darted up at her. His face showed no emotion right now. Silently he turned his back toward her in his seat so whatever was on his lap she couldn't see. There was a quiet cough from the front. All three of them averted their attention to a very squat looking Umbridge standing in front of the class. She was still wearing the pink frilly cardigan, which made her look like a frog in a tutu. Behind her, on the desk was the Harry Potter book to Junipers' relief and dismay. "Normally detention would be served in my office, but since there are three of you, it was more fitting to be in the class room." Harry turned in his chair to look at his fellow detentionees. When he saw Juniper, confusion crossed his features. Juniper started contemplating whether she should smile, wave or do nothing at all. But Harry quickly turned around, not seeming to want to say anything to her. "There are quills and paper already on your desks." Unbridge continued. "Harry, you will be writing 'I must not tell lies.' Juniper, you will write 'No celebrity books in class.' And Byron," she paused, "I will not shout you-know-who's name aloud." Harry turned in his seat again to look at Byron, seemingly very impressed. Byron shrugged as though saying 'yeah, so what.' Umbridge must have been really been angry if she gave him that long a sentence. Thought Juniper. They picked up their quills to write. Harry's hand shot up.

"You haven't given me any ink." He said bluntly.

"Oh, you won't need ink." Umbridge said sweetly. Cocking her head to one side and smiling. Juniper glanced at the quill she held. It was black, like Harry's hair and long and thin like a razor. It was sharp because the pen wrote using the writers' own blood as ink. Thinking about this, Juniper was afraid to let the quill touch the paper now. She glanced up at Umbridge then back. Harry gave a gasp in front of her. Both hers and Byron's head shot up. Lizz saw something red glint on Harry's hand, but it disappeared before she could make it out. "Yes?" Umbridge asked.

"Nothing," Harry replied. Umbridge glanced up at Juniper and Byron.

"Is something troubling you?" She asked in a voice so sweet it hurt. Juniper shook her head. Byron rolled his eyes. With Umbridge watching me like a hawk, I can't fake it. Juniper thought. Slowly she scrawled out the first red letter bracing for what came next. Searing pain spread across the top of her hand as a letter identical to the one she wrote etched itself through her skin. Taking a deep breath she wrote the next and the next, until the whole sentence 'No celebrity books in class.' Was written out. Juniper glanced at her book on Umbridges desk. Umbridge was now seated behind it, her elbow inches away. If only I could take it and get out. Isn't there a spell to retrieve books or something? She wondered. Frustrated, she looked back down at her paper. Someone tapped her on the shoulder. She turned in the direction of the tap to find Byron staring back.

"What?" she hissed. Byron held up his index finger as though to say, 'watch and learn.' With grim determination, he wrote out his sentence. The sentence scratched into his hand as expected. While it was still fresh, he stamped the back of his hand on the parchment, making three copies of the sentence before it healed. Junipers' eyes widened. Genius! Why hadn't anybody thought of that? Byron smirked when he saw Junipers' expression. Frowning, Juniper turned back. Out of the corner of her eye she saw her oddly colored wand poking out of her backpack. There is a spell for retrieving things. Was the first thing that came to her mind. Glancing up to the Harry Potter book near Umbridges elbow made her mind race. In the fourth book, Harry uses a spell to retrieve a dragons' egg. What was that spell. It was only one word. A smile slowly crept across her face. She checked to see if Byron was still writing. This'll wipe that smirk off his face. She thought to herself. Whipping her wand out she pointed it at her book with a small prayer that this would work.

"Accio book!" she almost shouted. A second that seemed to last for years ticked by, then the Harry Potter book lifted and sped to her on it's own accord, narrowly missing Harry's head. Unfortunately it came at her with more force then she expected. Juniper fell backward out of her chair as the book hit her hard in the chest with a loud thud.

"Give that to me this instant!" Umbridge shrieked as she jumped up with speed Juniper thought was not possible for a women like her.

"What the…" Harry shouted still mystified by the flying book, but was knocked out of his chair by Umbridge. Thinking fast, Juniper immediately opened the book and tapped the page with her wand. The last thing she saw was Byron standing up. She was pulled hastily in a void for a minute, realizing that she was not feeling nauseous like she usually was. Solids took shape and out of the corners of her eyes, she could make out that she was in a dimly lit hallway somewhere. The opened pages were right in front of her face, close enough that it was like the world in front of her was just words on a white page. She wanted to find out what page number she had opened up to in haste. But it was covered by someone's finger tips. Her stomach sank deeply. In the back of her mind she knew who's finger tips those belonged to. But she didn't want to believe it. Slowly she lowered the book, dreading who she might find.

Staring back at her was a pair of steely blue eyes, with a piercing quality. There where faint dark circles under these eyes from many nights of staying up late. Underneath a nose and a thin mouth. Above all this was, not black as she had thought, but a very dark shade of brown hair that seemed to be carelessly kept. "Byr…"

"Ssshhhh," he said abruptly, clapping his hand over her mouth. "You've caused enough trouble already."

"Mmhh?" was all she managed behind his hand.

"There are people in the other room. Do you want them to hear us?" Byron hissed. Juniper shook her head. "Good." He said and removed his hand. Just then they heard someone's voice say,

"But if Voldemorts' trying to recruit more Death Eaters, it's bound to get out that he's come back, isn't it?" it came from a room with it's door opened only a jar. The light coming out slanted across the floor, it was the only light in the hallway. The hallway itself had paintings with cloths and curtains drawn over them on the walls and a staircase at the end. The floor was covered in dust.

"Voldemort doesn't march up to people's houses and bang in their front doors, Harry," came a gruff sounding voice. Byron moved around on the grimy floor to sit next to Juniper. "He tricks, jinxes, and blackmails them. He's well-practiced at operating in secrecy," continued the voice.

"Where in a house somewhere," Byron whispered.

"I can see that." Juniper hissed. She still didn't like him. "Where in Number twelve Grimmauld Place." Byron blinked.

"How did you know that?" he whispered.

"What's he after apart from followers?" one of voices asked again. Juniper now recognized it as Harry's.

"Stuff he can only get by stealth." The gruff voice said after a pause.

"I know because this conversation is in the book." Juniper whispered back. "It's in chapter five. When Harry asks about…" Byron hushed her again. He looked as though he was straining to listen.

"Like a weapon. Something he didn't have last time." Said the gruff voice that Juniper now perceived as Sirius.

"When he was powerful before?" Harry asked.

"Yes." Sirius answered.

"Weapon." Byron said to himself. "That explains it."

"What does it explain?" Juniper asked. Byron held a finger to his lips to tell her to be quiet. There where footsteps coming down the stairs.

"Shoot! Someone's coming. Quick, give me your hand." There was a shadow of a person at the top of the stairs. Juniper heard something slide across the dusty floor. "C'mone," Byron had his hand outstretched to her. His head was silhouetted against a bright bluish light that emanated from something sitting on the floor. "They'll see us." Juniper considered this for a few seconds. She didn't trust him, but if she didn't do as he said, then something worse could happen.

Juniper grabbed his hand. Byron turned to what was sitting on the floor and tapped something. The last thing Juniper heard was Harry's voice as it asked,

"Like what kind of weapon? Something worse then the Avada Kedavra?"

A/N: And what! You guessed it, another cliffy! What will happen to Lizz and Byron? Is Byron hiding something? You bet he is. Don't forget to review.