Guys, let me just say when you're in uni or college, don't do four units otherwise you have seven assignments due back to back on the same week -_-

Anyway, I've got this week's chapter down, so enjoy!

The room was in a low murmur. The atmosphere was tense and cold, everyone whispering and discussing what had happened the night before. Natsu propped his legs up on the desk as he tossed a ball, in deep conversation with his team mates.. "How did Sirus get into the castle in the first place…?" Neville whispered. "You don't think someone let him in do you?" Semus questioned, looking around the table. Natsu, stopped tossing the ball as he turned his ear to the conversation behind him. "Well it's possible. There could be a traitor among us." Neville nodded. Natsu gave a short sigh, looking in front of him. Lucy, Gray, and Gajeel overhearing the conversation as well.

"If there is a traitor, who do you think it is?" Ron asked. "I call Snape! That man has slimy past written all over on him!" Semus called out. "I think it's Filch! He has a demeanor around him." Neville pitched in. "Harry, who do you think?" Ron nudged Harry, who was in a daydream up to that point. "Huh? What?" He jumped, looking around the group. "Do you think there's a traitor who let Sirius in? If so, who is it?" Ron repeated. "Oh! I uh…. Don't personally think there's a traitor…" Harry admitted. "Then how do you think Sirius got it?" Semus asked. Harry gave a bit of a thought, not sure how Sirius would get in.

"Well-"

BANG!

Everyone jumped at the loud slamming of the door. As everyone turned towards the door, everyone's eyes reflected fear and scuttled towards their desks. "Oh crap!" Gajeel hissed, running to his seat. "P-Professor Snape!" Lucy stuttered, definitely surprised that he was here. The teacher marched to the front pointing his wand at the blinds as they closed abruptly, giving the students time to scramble to their desks. Natsu swore under his breath, in a panic slipping the ball into his pocket.

When Snape reached the front, he pulled down a string, a white screen flying down in front of the class. He snapped his head to the back, all the students sitting silently, staring at the front. "Turn to page three hundred and ninety four…" Snape ordered, a grit in his slithery voice. Everyone immediately looked down, flipping to the page and not to dare make eye contact with the teacher or question why he was there.

"Uh, Professor Snape! Where's Professor Lupin?" Natsu asked, his hand shooting right up. Ah of course! Dragneel always asking things that shouldn't be asked…. Snape stared at him with cold eyes, before replying that is not of his concern, only saying that he could not teach at the present time. He moved to behind what seemed to be a projector, pointing directly at the screen. "Turn to page three hundred and ninety four." Snape repeated, giving the projector a tap with his wand. As he did, the projector lit up, the sound of film rolling. Snape glanced over Ron's shoulder, noticing he was not on the page Snape had assigned.

He flicked his wrist aggressively at his book, the book automatically flipping its pages to the day's topic.

"What the… Werewolves?!" Ron exclaimed, extremely confused. "But sir! We just started learning about Redcaps and Hinkeypuffs!" Everyone turned to the sudden voice, and everyone almost jumped out of their seats to see it was Hermione next to Harry. But she wasn't in the room to begin with! "We're not supposed to talk about nocturnal beasts for weeks...:" She continued. "Quiet…!" Snape commanded, his tone sounding annoyed. "When did she come in?! Did you see her come in?!" Ron asked Harry, who shrugged and shook his head.

"Now! Who can tell me the difference between an animagus and a werewolf?" Snape asked, gliding to the front of the room. Hermione put her hand up, knowing the answer. "No one?" Snape called out, turning around. "How disappointing…." He sighed stiffly, knitting his fingers together. "Please sir!" Hermione called out, Snape gliding his eyes over to her.

"An animagus is a wizard who selects to turn into an animal. A werewolf has no choice." Hermione explained, as the slides on the screen switched from picture to picture, illustrating the history of werewolves and their anatomy. "With each full moon, he has no longer remembers who he is. Could kill his best friend if they crossed paths. Furthermore, the werewolf will only respond to the call of its own kind."

Lucy stared at the slides, somewhat hypnotised as they switched images. She gave a soft hum, the wheels in her head turning. There was something that was missing here…. Something that was just staring at them right in the face. But what was it…? If only she could figure it out…. The images kept rotating as Lucy kept thinking. What was it…? What could be missing from this puzzle? Suddenly her eyes opened wide. Last night was…!

"Awoooo!" Draco howled, causing laughter from the Slytherins. Lucy jumped, and nearly screamed as Draco's howling snapped her out of her train of thought. Snape blinked towards Draco, not amused. "Thank you Mister Malfoy…" He sighed sarcastically, before moving back to Hermione. "That is the second time you have spoken out of context Miss Granger, are you capable of restraining yourself, or do you take pride in being an insufferable know-it-all?" Snape spat without taking a breath. Hermione looked down, her face saying it all. "He's got a point you know." Ron said bluntly, Gray leaning over his desk, giving Ron a flick to the back of the head. "Ow, hey!" Ron whined, rubbing the back of his head.

"Five points from Gryffindor." Snape declared, all the Gryffindors groaning. Draco held a little origami swan and blew on it, causing it to fly over to Harry, who caught it with both hands. "As an adage to your ignorance, and by my desk on Monday morning, two rolls of parchment on the werewolf with particular emphasis on recognising it!" Snape sneered, ignoring the groans and protests of the students. "But sir, Quidditch is tomorrow!" Harry protested.

Snape leaned over Harry, a sharp look in his eye. "Then I suggest you take extra care Mister Potter. Loss of limbs will NOT excuse you…" He gritted, before walking away. Gajeel and Natsu watched him walk to the projector, then looked at each other with wide eyes. They knew Snape was mean, but today he seemed extra mean. They gave a sigh, turning back to their books. As Snape continued to lecture, Harry opened the paper and staring at the paper, depicting him getting knocked off his broom. But that's not going to happen. After all, he's been playing Quidditch for a while. He's learned to be careful. He knew he'd be fine.

Dark stormy clouds covered the clear blue sky, a black umbrella flying around the air. Lightning struck, and thunder clapped, heavy rain creating a thick wall of blindness. And today was the Quidditch game. Everyone cheered their house and team on, not caring for the weather. Lighting struck the hoops a couple of times, and a girl's broom caught on fire due to the strike. "I must say, if Laxus were here he'd be enjoying this right now." Erza smirked. "I agree… but do we have to sit so high where lightning can strike us?" Wendy asked, a bit timid. "Oh, scared of a bit of weather are we?" Charla teased. Wendy laughed nervously, rubbing the back of her head.

Harry zoomed and dodged the balls coming his way, and players who were on a collision course with him. He spotted the Golden Snitch through the grey and misty air and immediately flew after it, he and the other Seeker flying after it in the clouds.

"You think he'll be alright up there?" Gray asked, not affected by the cold at all. "Yeah, he'll be alri- GRAY CLOTHES!" Susan screamed. "Oh sh-!" He hissed, ducking down to make sure Erza didn't see him…

"MISTER FULLBUSTEEEEEEEEEER!"

Gray sighed, cupping his face in his hands. "So much for that…"

About ten minutes passed, and there was still no sign of Harry. "What's going on up there…?" Mira muttered, having a bad feeling about this. "Charla, get Happy and Lily, find out what's happening." Wendy commanded nicely. "And don't forget about the cloaks." Erza reminded. Charla nodded, and hopped down to find Happy and Lily.

"Lily!" Charla whispered from beneath the Slytherin stands. "Charla?! What are you doing down there?" Lily asked, a bit surprised. "Something's wrong. Let's grab Happy and our cloaks and find out what's going on!" Charla hissed, both of them grabbing Happy then slipping away.

Everyone continued to look up, wondering what was going on. Suddenly, a black dot came from the sky, coming closer and closer to the ground. Everyone squinted at the sky, trying to make out what it was. Then…

"OH MY GOD HARRY!" Someone screamed. Everyone gasped and screamed. Some averted their eyes, not wanting to see the impact. Everyone in the stands stood up, Dumbledore raising his hand. "Arresto Momentum!" He commanded.

The rain began to pick up again as Harry slowed down, making it impossible to see what was happening. As Harry slowly began to lose consciousness, he could feel his back being captured by six hands. Before his eyes closed, he saw three faces, two boys, one girl covered by white hoods. One of the boys had bright blue hair, the other black hair with a scar on his cheek, the girl with short white hair. All of them sprouting pure white wings, floating him gently to the ground.

Then everything went black.