Chapter 6: In Which There Is a New Morning

Hagrid, the games keeper was out walking with his boar-hound, Fang. He was making notes in his head what would have to be done for today's lesson! Fang stopped, and stiffened in posture, facing the Forbidden Woods. A low growl started back in Fang's throat, and it was as if a storm cloud settled over Fang, turning him into a dog that was feral.

"Fang, what is it?" Hagrid asked.

As quickly as the dog's mood began, it vanished, leaving behind an almost sunny disposition. The moment the mood left Fang, Hagrid thought he heard a quite noise coming from the woods, the noise of stealthy feet slipping away farther into the woods. Fangled Hagrid into the woods, but not into the direction the noise issued from. Hagrid was surprised when they came across a person curled up in a ball, asleep on the forest floor.

"Wake up," Hagrid said while gently shaking the person.

Hunter was still in her peaceful sleep when she felt something slightly shaking her. She heard the command to wake and too her dismay; she started to. Before she knew it, she was out of the peaceful feeling and into the blistery cold real world. She sat up slowly, going from lying down to sitting cross-legged. She saw the games keeper, Hagrid standing near her.

'Hello," She stated.

"Hello," Hagrid asked while also keeping an eye on Fang. 'Who are you?"

"I'm the new person that was assigned to Hogwarts."

"Ah, I think it's called Class-Monitor."

Hunter looked at her piece of paper, "Yeah, it says it here;" She ready off the piece of paper, "In the recent chain of events in the Wizarding World, as well as rising misbehavior in the classrooms, a temporary class-monitor will be assigned to certain rooms of interest. This monitor will be given the task to patrol with the Prefects. But be warned, this person is not a student, and therefore any rules dealing with student activity after-hours will be not applicable."

Hagrid studied the letter himself, "Well," He began, "I guess it is worse than I thought. About the misbehaving, I Mean. It's no secret about the dreams, but I always thought they were just little kiddies dreaming about stuff."

Hunter knew that she was also here to be Detective, she asked, "Yes I heard from Albus about them. What have you noticed?" Hunter saw, coming up to them was Harry Potter, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasly.

"All I know offhand about it is that loads of students, as well as muggles, started having disturbing dreams. Other than that, I don't know for sure."

"Hello, Hagrid," Hermione asked, "What's wrong?"

"Hi, guys. Keeping' outta trouble are you?" Hagrid replied. "This is the new person that arrived yesterday that is going to be helping with Prefect duties."

Hunter shook all of their hands briefly. "I need to go inside the school," She said as she grabbed her knapsack and carried it over one shoulder. "See you all later, in class, I expect" She walked off.

"She is as odd as Alastor Moody." Hermione observed, and they were all inclined to agree.

-Infiltration-

The man from earlier managed to sneak into Hogwarts. It was not easy; but his unusual patience paid off. His kind was not known for their exact patience and during emergency mode of having to work with people, they were known to break down in middle of the task and attack the human members; often causing failure of the missions and loss of Human life to the mission target.

He licked his lips; he sensed the hunter vaguely and had no wish to meet her yet. It was many hours since he last satisfied his hunger and would have to have his full power to teach her a lesson about who owned her! He growled and scurried, almost on all fours into an almost dark, empty room.

-Transfiguration Class-

"Do you think you-know-who's behind the dreams?" Ron asked, whispering to Harry.

Harry was trying to turn a piece of parchment into a quill. "I really don't know. My scar hurts a little the first thing in the morning, but nothing severe like when Voldermort is imminent."

"Harry," Hermione whispered harshly, "You should know that your scar hurting always means he is causing problems!" The thought rattled Harry's a result, the parchment ended up looking like a quill; but was made entirely of parchment.

"5 points from Gryffindor for not paying attention," Professor McGonagall snapped, glaring at Ron, Harry, and Hermione.