A/N: I don't know why y'all can't seem to understand what I am trying to say. I KNOW that most dyslexics can read. In real life, all the dyslexics I know can read except Andrea. Let me say that again. I KNOW DYSLEXICS CAN READ. All the dyslexics I know can write, too. So you people are being kind of wierd to say that just because I made a character dyslexic and not able to read, I am saying that no dyslexics can read. That would be like writing a story with a dyslexic person who is mean, and then having all the readers coming and yelling at the author for saying all dyslexic people are mean. It just doesn't make sense. And thank you to the people who wrote nice reviews.

For the rest of the day, Andrea, Crow, Harry and Ron spent their time looking for clues. Clues to anything, really. Anything linking them to Hermione's disappearance. Andrea was assigned question duty: she asked all the teachers and students if they had seen Hermione lately. The answers were always no, no one had seen her since the previous day. Crow, Harry, and Ron looked around for visual pieces of evidence. None of them knew what Dumbledore did. During one of their many talks around the fireplace at night, they speculated that he was conducting his own secret, high investigation of his own, one that they were not able to take part in for some reason.

"He probably thinks we're too young for this," Crow grumbled.

"We're sixteen!" Andrea moaned. "When are they going to start treating us like adults?"

"I'm the oldest." Crow pointed out. "I'll be seventeen in January."

"I know." Said Ron. "We're way too young to be treated like babies. I mean, they let Harry join the Order of the Phoenix practically!"

"Well, not really." Said Harry. "I just did some undercover work for them once."

"Exactly," Andrea pointed out. "Dumbledore should let us do undercover work to help find Hermione."

"Let's ask him!" said Crow, jumping up. "He can't say no! All we want to do is help a friend!"

"Right!" Andrea got up as well, and the three of them ran down to Dumbledore's office.

Once they had arrived, Dumbledore invited them to sit down in chairs by the fire. Crow and Ron sat on the couch next to Dumbledore, and Andrea sat next to me. They explained their story, impressing on Dumbledore just how much they wanted to help Hermione.

The old headmaster nodded wisely. "I see. Well, I am willing to let you help Hermione if you are able to prove yourselves worthy."

Harry looked quizzical. "Worthy of what?"

"Worthy to help Hermione. You must find one piece of evidence that I myself have overlooked. If you are able to prove yourselves better detectives than me and my staff, than I will let you help us fully."

The four students readily agreed, and began to talk excitedly as soon as they were out of earshot.

"I bet Andrea finds the first piece of evidence!" crowed Crow, throwing his arm around his neck.

"Right!" said Harry, grinning. "That'll show the dyslexic haters!"

Andrea smiled herself. If only all the people at home could see me now, the thought. They would have to admit that I am just as smart as they are, maybe even more, if I found the first piece of evidence. And that was when Andrea became determined to be the one, not only to find the evidence Dumbledore was looking for, but to find Hermione herself.