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"Sirius?" No answer. "Sirius! SIRIUS!"

Sirius jumped visibly and turned to look at his gorgeous brunette DADA teacher. "Sorry Hermione," he squeaked.

Hermione was confused but she didn't allow her features to change at all. Sirius had sounded terrified and was now sharing suspicious communicative glances with his fellow marauders. Three days had passed since the snooping incident, and because of the weekend this was the first time Hermione had seen any of them. Harry hadn't been up in time for breakfast and was still missing despite it being half way through 1st period.

"I was asking you Sirius, what are the 3 main elements of progressive magic?" they were currently doing revision on their last topic before moving onto the next in a week.

"Um I don't know?"

She sighed and turned away from him. None of the marauders were currently up to their usual standard of concentration this morning. She supposed it was rememants from their encounter on Friday night, but they back of her mind told her there was something else.

Lily was waving her hand frantically in the air and Hermione gestured to her with her back still turned. Some one screamed suddenly and unexpectedly.

Her reflexes immediately set in and she turned to face the class again with her wand drawn.

Most of the class was looking in one direction and she followed their gazes to see Sirius with his hand over his mouth and the rest of his friends looking absolutely horrified. She could see no immediate threat so she lowered her wand. "Is there something the matter Mr. Black?"

"H-how. D-did. How did you do that?" she had no idea what he was talking about.

"What is causing you and your friends such distress pray tell?"

Sirius seemed incapable of further speech so James spoke for him, "You knew Lily had her hand in the air and you weren't even looking!"

"Mr. Potter, if you had been paying anny attention this year so far, you would know that both Harry and myself have excellent perifary vision and are able to sense thing behind our backs. Please stop these stupid interruptions and let me continue with the lesson.

She huffed and resumed firing revision questions at random to members of the class.

"Lucius (luscious hahaha). Would you please tell me what you ne-?" she was cut off as the door banged open and someone stepped into the room.

At the sudden noise and movement, the Marauders all screamed again and looked around like wild rabbits.

Hermione sighed and rubbed her brow. Harry shot her a questioning look from the doorway. She waved her hand to indicate that she would tell him later.

"Sorry I'm so late,"he announced to the class. "I slept in and someone didn't wake me!" he said while looking accusatorially at Hermione.

"I did!" she exclaimed huffily. "but you hexed me in your sleep the fist time I tried and I didn't fancy ending up in the hospital wing first thing on a Monday morning!"

The class laughed lightly (save for the Marauders who were cowering away from Harry in fear). "Awww sory 'Mione," Harry apologised to his girlfriend while giving her a small hug.

The class continued in much the same way, and as it was only a single, half an hour later the class were dismissed and leaving the classroom. Surprisingly though the Marauders were the first out the door. Though this was normal for any other class, they usually hung around and talked to their teachers afterwards.

Harry, who hadn't experienced the marauders strange behaviour yet, was puzzled. But Hermione sat on his desk while he sat at it and explained everything to him.

Meanwhile outside the classroom, 4 very suspicious looking boys were hurrying away from the class speaking quickly in hushed tones.

"Well I think that went quite well," said Sirius Black.

"Sirius are you serious!" exclaimed Moony. His friends all furtively looked around and shushed him. "Sorry. But we were so sus. If they find out that we know that they are," he dropped his voice even more "Deatheaters. Goodness knows what they could do!"

"What did I do Moony?" whined Sirius

"Well screaming twice didn't help!"

"Be fair Remus," interjected James, "We all screamed."

"Ok. Then we all need to work on our act. We have to pretend like we haven't found them out."

They all agreed then went their separate ways. Remus to Arithmancy, Peter to Muggle Studies and James and Sirius to History of Magic.

"So what do you think is up with them?" Harry asked 'the brightest witch of her age' that night in their rooms.

"Well, all my senses are telling me that they are scared, but that's so ridiculous I can't believe it!"

"Yeah I don't get it either. Maybe its about Friday?" Hermione wondered.

"I don't think so. I mean we're over it aren't we? We sent them the letter apologising. And I haven't said anything since then have you?"

"no I haven't. but I don't think it's just one of us. They reacted the same way to both of us. Or maybe it was something other than us that's got them on the edge"

"Its weird. Do you think we should talk to them about it?"

"I think we'd only scare them away more," said Harry. "Give it a few days and if they haven't calmed down by them, we'll ask them."

"Good plan babe," hermione said with a giggle and then they spent the night doing things that this author cannot be bothered writing about because it has nothing to do with the plot. Said author hopes that her fabulous readers will use their sick yet brilliant minds to invent their own scenes. Hehehe

The next morning, the DADA duo sat at the far end of the staff table in front of the Gryffindor house table. Hermione gazed out at her pupils from the red house while she calmly ate her breakfast. On her left Harry was guzzling down his breakfast like there was no tomorrow. He was better than Ron though she had to admit, but he had all the failings of a boy, including poor table manners.

Her eyes fell on a group of four boys a short way away. They still looked shirty but nothing compared to yesterday. She hoped that whatever was bothering them was getting better. On closer inspection though she noticed that all four of them had dark bags under their eyes as though they had had little sleep. She knew that look well. she felt sorry for them. When James looked up at her she smiled reassuringly at him. He forced a smile back, but it was very brief and almost immediately put his head down again and fell into hushed conversation with his four friends.

She was a little bit hurt. Usually James would have yelled for her to come down and sit with them or at least made a longer eye contact. What could I possibly have done? she thought.

She was about to voice her concern to Harry when something else caught her eye. A jet black owl was steadily making its way across the hall towards her and Harry. It was enormous and regal looking with sharp black claws and amber/gold eyes that bore right into her own. Tied to its leg was an all to familiar black parchment envelope sealed with a red wax seal. Her breath caught in her throat. There was only one man that she knew of that wrote on black parchment and sealed his parchment with that particular insignia.

She hit Harry on the arm to gain his attention and he too looked directly at the owl.

She felt him tense up besides her.

Most of the people in the Great Hall were now watching the owl's steady progress towards the staff table. There was no doubt in anyone's mind as to who they owl was to deliver its message to. It landed gracefully before the two teachers without knocking over a single plate or cup which was unusual for an owl. With shaking hands Hermione reached across the table to pull the letter off its leg. Most of the people had lost interest in the owl and gone back to their conversations and/or meals. Four boys at the Gryffindor table however had their eyes trained on the pair the whole time.

Harry tried to break the seal but due to his lack of nails was unable to break the thick glob of dried wax. Becoming impatient Hermione huffed and snatched it out of his hands quickly opening the envelope with her perfectly manicured nails.

Dear Mr. Harry Potter and Miss. Hermione Granger,

I have become aware of your presence at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry I must confess that I find myself impressed. I have heard of you talents and exploits from certain, shall we say, trustworthy sources but I have never heard of you before. I was certain that I had accounted for anyone of value in this country. Never the less, I have found out about you now and will waste no further time with pleasantries.

Myself and my loyal band of deatheaters have taken it upon ourselves to rid the world of unworthy filth such as Mudbloods and Muggles. Take this letter as an invitation to join out cause. I believe that the both of you possess such skills and talents that would be valuable to us. You are wasting your time with that muggle loving fool Dumbledore. There is no future for you at Hogwarts, nor anywhere on that side. Save both yourselves now and join me.

If you wish to join us, and I suspect you will, the deatheater ranks and myself will welcome you with open arms.

Regards, Lord Voldemort.

Hermione wrinkled her nose in disgust. Harry picked the letter of the table and scrunched it up. "That jerk!" he said heatedly. "Gods I hate him!"

"Don't worry love," she said soothingly while rubbing his back. "I've got some parchment right here."

"Parchment?" he said skeptically.

"Of course dearest," she replied smoothly. "For a letter back!"

They both smirked slyly.

Harry grabbed the quill and began the letter with Hermione giving her much appreciated input along the way.

Dear Asshole,

Please never bother us again. Your offer was as unwanted as heat rash in ones reproductive areas. You will fall and both of us will dance on your grave. (if you even get one)

In demonstrating your hatred of muggles and muggleborns you seem to have overlooked a very important fact. Hermione is a muggle-born and Harry's mother was as well. Both of these women are amazing witches and you are not worthy to kiss their feet. And how could you have forgotten that you yourself are a half-blood and were raised in as a muggle, Tom?

Have a nice day,

Love Hermione Granger and Harry Potter.

They both smiled in contentment as one of the school owls carried their greetings from the head table the Volemort.

However down at the Gryffindor 4 boys were doing anything but smiling.

"I tell you I've seen that exact thing before!" said Sirius.

"What?" asked Peter cautiously

"A big black owl carrying a letter written in silver ink on black parchment!"

"Where did you see it?" asked James

"At my house in Grimmauld Place!"

"What does that mean Sirius?" said Remus slowly, although it was already beginning to dawn on him what it meant.

"It means that our beloved teachers are corresponding with Voldemort!"

This chapter was going to go on for a lot longer than this, but I haven't updated in months and I really don't feel like typing anymore today, so ill post it right now and write the rest of this to post in a couple of weeks max (I hope).

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