Chapter 4
The Night's Wait

Later that evening, when Jamie entered the Gryffindor common room thinking that everyone was asleep, she was startled when she heard Harry call out her Jamie.

"Hey! Jamie wait."

"What's up Harry?" Jamie asked.

"Look, don't worry about what Professor Trelawney said." Jamie gave him a confused look. "I mean, she's predicted my death millions surprise, and look at me, I'm a medical marvel." When Jamie smiled, he asked, "You don't actually believe her do you?"

"Professor Trelawney?" Jamie asked and Harry nodded. "I don' t know. There are times when I don't and times when I do. I know it doesn't make sense but...,"

"I know what you mean," Harry said.

"Well, I'm going to get to bed, I'll see you tomorrow Harry. Night," she said and became walking up the stairs.

"Night," Harry replied, watching her walk up.

When Harry finally went to bed, he pulled out his Maurders Map and began scanning it. He noticed Snape walking around the corridors, and saw perhaps Professor Dumbledore sleeping. However, he failed to notice a dot moving towards Dumbledore's office as it has done every night for the past six years.

The next morning, during their Tranfiguration class, Jamie was yet again late. Neither Harry, Ron nor Hermione noticed she was missing, until the door opened and she crept silently in. She had a brownish green book in her arm, and a note in the other. Professor McGonagall stopped talking when Jamie gave the note to her. She looked at it for a brief second, and continued with her lesson. Harry looked at Ron who just shrugged.
During lunch, Ron looked at his Time Table.

"Great," he said, "We got Binns next in History of Magic."

"I heard it's in the Library today," Hermione said.

"Really?" Harry asked and Hermione nodded. When the bell rang, they headed off towards the library, finding the door crowded as everyone tried to go in. When Harry, Ron, and Hermione finally squeezed through, Professor Binns said,

"Everybody find a seat before I mark you down late." There were no seats left except for three which was at the table Jamie was at sitting by herself.

"Come on," Hermione said nodding towards Jamie. Jamie noticed them walking towards her table and raised her eyebrows.

"Mind if we sit here?" Hermione asked, "There's no seats left." Jamie just nodded and watched as Hermione and Ron took their seats across from her. Harry gave Ron a look , and was sliding onto the seat on the other side of Jamie and looked up when his book bag hit her head.

"Ow," she said rubbing her head.

"Sorry," Harry said and Ron snorted. Professor Binns gave on his lecture, and Harry's eyes began wandering around. His eyes landed on the brownish green book Jamie was holding in her hands. It had no title on it, and thought perhaps it was her journal.

"What's that," Harry whispered to Jamie.

"Nothing," she replied in an annoyed tone, and shoved the book into her bag out of Harry's eyes.

"So, I will pair all the partners up, and i will give you your topic," Professor Binns said. "You will have a week to complete it, and you can begin your research after I give you and your partners topic." He cleared his throat and began, "Thomas and Brown, history of Martin Royal," Harry began to tune out again, until he heard his name, "Potter and Sullivan, history of the first use of wands." Harry first wondered who Sullivan was and was about to ask Ron who it was until Jamie said,

"Better not mess up on this his Harry," she said and went around the library looking for books.

"She seems to be in a bad mood," Ron said.

"And Weasley and Granger, history of the Christopher Margus the third," Professor Binns said rolling up his scroll. Ron looked shocked at first, then turned around to look at Hermione who seemed annoyed.
"

You better not believe that I'm going to do all the work while you slack off," she said, and went off to look for books.

"Sheesh," Ron said watching Hermione leave, "what is with all the females today? Damn, I hate it when she can read my mind." Then the bell rang, and Harry went up to look for Jamie.

"Jamie!" he said before she left the room. She turned and looked at him as he came nearer.

"When should we meet?" he asked.

"Excuse me?" she said.

"For our project. When should we meet and discuss it?"

"Don't worry about it Harry, I've got it covered," Jamie said almost in a sad tone. She was about to leave, when Harry stopped her.

"Wait! What do you mean you have it covered?"

"Look I really got to go, I'll see you later," she said and turned and left leaving Harry confused more than ever.

Later that evening, Ron and Hermione waited with Harry who was waiting for Jamie to come in at any minute.

"Where is she?" Hermione asked, watching Ron and Harry play chess, "It's twelve past ten."

"I don't know," Ron said, "I didn't even see her at dinner."

"Well, Ron and I have got to do our rounds," Hermione said, "Come on Ron!"

"Ok, ok, ok, you don't have to nag." Then he looked at Harry. "Go to sleep Harry, you'll see her tomorrow anyways."

"Yeah, I guess your right," Harry said and started walking up the stairs. He walked into his corridor quietly and slipped on his PJ's. He took out his Maurders Map and began investigating it. He noticed Ron and Hermione walking around, and heading back to the common room. He was about to put it away when he saw something or someone he did not expect to see walking around his map at this time. He peered closely at it, and watched as Jamie Sullivan walked towards Dumbledore's office. 'Snape's heading down her way, and she's bound to get into trouble,' Harry thought. He watched as the dot labeled Snape and Jamie walk closer towards each other. Then they both stopped, and then continued walking again. Harry watched as Jamie walked into Dumbledore's office, and then it looked like Jamie was next to Dumbledore. Harry was about to hold his map into the light when he heard Ron coming up the stairs. Not wanting Ron to question him, he shoved the map away and pretended to be asleep when he walked in. When Ron was in his bed and all was silent, he began to get his map again, but thought better of it, and fell asleep himself.