"What? Why would anyone do that?" he asked, hysterical.
"Calm down, professor," Hermione said, "Maybe it was just a practical joke."
"I doubt it, Hermione," Harry replied, "Why would anyone write in blood for a joke?"
And for once, Hermione looked clueless.
"I just don't get it!" Hermione said as they rushed out of the theatre an hour later, "Why would anyone want to shut down the play?"
"Perhaps a jealous student?" suggested Ron, "Someone who didn't get a role?"
"I don't think anyone would be that jealous to write with their own blood," Harry said, shaking his head.
At this, Hermione stopped, making Ron and Harry run into her. Ginny stopped walking just in time.
"What?"
"Harry, that's genius!" Hermione cried, hurrying back to the theatre, with Ron, Harry, and Ginny at her heels, confused.
"What?" Harry repeated.
"If I could get just a little bit of blood, then I can get the DNA, and track down the person who's did this!"
Ron's eyebrows shot up, "You can do that!"
"Yes!"
Hermione skidded down the hall and stopped at the wooden door, tugging on the handle.
"Locked?" Ron asked.
Hermione nodded, and drew out her wand. "Lumos!" The door swung open, and the four of them barricaded themselves in.
"There it is," Ginny gasped in a whisper.
Looking as menacing as ever, the blood on the wall remained dripping.
Hermione conjured a flask, and hurried over to it, carefully catching a drop of blood. "Done"
"How long does it take to get the DNA?" Ron asked Hermione as they worked on their Transfiguration homework the next day.
"Well, I can brew up a potion that will tell me," said Hermione. She flipped through her book, and scribbled down a paragraph.
"How long will it take?"
"Around a month," said Hermione, as she winced, staring down at her book.
Ron groaned. "Ugh, this is going to bug me so much!"
"I know, me too," said Hermione, grinning. Her smile faded away as she wrote another paragraph. "But, do you think more stuff will happen by the time I'm done with the DNA?"
Harry stared down at his very short essay, shocked. "I didn't think about that."
"Now, I'm sure that a lot of us were very scared yesterday," said Professor LaLlama, pacing back and forth in front of the stage, "But, I'm determined to have a nice, peaceful rehearsal today."
Malfoy, who was sitting across from Harry on the stage snorted and smirked. "Yeah, like that's going to happen."
Harry exchanged looks with a confused Ron.
"What did he mean by that?" Ron mouthed.
"Shut up, both of you! You don't want to get in trouble!" Hermione hissed, elbowing Ron.
Harry eyed Malfoy once more, as he watched Professor LaLlama pace.
"Did you see that?" Ron asked, as they left the theatre. "Malfoy?"
"Yeah, that was weird," Harry replied, "Do you think he's the guy who pulled that prank?"
"Oh, please," Hermione butted in, carrying about a million books in her arms, "Why would Malfoy do that, if he's already in the play?"
"I don't know," said Ron, "Maybe...oh, because he's a prat."
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Whatever. But, I have a feeling that this was more than a prank."
Ron's eyebrows shot up. "What do you mean?"
Hermione shook her head, looking rather scared.
Saturday - one of Harry's favorite days. Saturday was full of nothingness.
He woke up at ten o'clock, noticing that he and Ron were the only ones left in the dormitory. Ron was hanging off one side of the bed, mouth slightly open, and snoring loudly.
Leaving Ron to sleep, Harry got dressed quietly, and went downt to the Common Room, where Hermione and Ginny came running at him.
"Oh, my god! Did you see what happened?" Ginny screeched.
"What?" Harry asked, knowing that it wasn't anything good.
"Someone was attacked," Hermione reported, brandishing a paper that she took from the billboard.
Harry gawked at her. "Attacked? What do you mean...attacked!"
"You know, Harry," Ginny said, shaking, "Petrified, hexed...tortured."
"Stop it, Gin!" Hermione said. She showed Harry the paper, who snatched it from her, and read it.
"Oh my god."
"I know!" Hermione cried, jumping up and down. "And you know what that means, right?"
"What?" Ginny asked.
"That eliminates one person off the suspect list."
"You have a suspect list?" Ron asked, grudgingly dragging his feet down the stairs. "What's going on down there?"
"Someone who's in the play was attacked," said Harry, giving the paper back to Hermione.
"Really?" Ron asked, looking interested. "Who was it?"
Hermione gulped, and handed the parchment over to Ron. "Draco Malfoy."