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Dominique and Roxanne had to literally push people out of the way in order to follow Molly, who was probably running at 10 miles an hour to get to the Hospital Wing. It was a good thing there weren't too many people around, and the ones that were around were around were mostly first or second years. The three of them plus a few friends had spent the day at Hogsmeade but had gotten back early because Molly said she needed to study. Instead, when they returned to the Gryffindor Common Room, Lily told them that Lucy was hurt. Molly jumped up and high-tailed it out of the common room.

"Wait up!" Dominique cried, panting as she tried to keep up. Molly didn't respond but kept on running.

Roxanne, who was used to running—as she was on the Quidditch team—just shrugged. "You could walk if you want," she said, slowing down. "There's no rush."

The two of them walked toward the Hospital Wing. When they finally got there, Molly had long since disappeared from view. Dominique pulled open the door and walked inside. Molly was crouching around a bed with four other students.

"What happened?" Dominique asked, walking over.

Everyone turned to look at one boy, who Dominique recognized as Nicholas Schwab, having gone to the previous Order of the 108 meeting. "Don't ask me," Nicholas said, shaking his head. "I've repeated myself too many times."

James decided to answer Dominique's question. "Apparently he and Lucy were talking behind the Shrieking Shack," James said. "When all of a sudden there was a jet of light and then Lucy was hurt. There was nobody around except Louis and Lysander, and they obviously didn't do anything… but we don't know where the spell came from."

"Lysander and I saw something in the Shack," Louis spoke up hesitantly. "You know how there are lots of bones in the shack… it looked like there was something else. It looked like there were wands."

James looked like he'd been slapped, but he quickly regained his composure. "Well," he said. "That's odd."

"It's probably nothing important," Dominique said, shrugging. "Probably some people just left their wands in the shack."

"Yeah, but who would want to shoot Lucy?" asked Louis. "I mean, she's so nice. Everyone loves her. Who would want to harm her?"

"Maybe… it's not her," James said thoughtfully. "Maybe it's her family. We are a pretty controversial family, after all."

"What do you mean?" Dominique asked. But before anyone could say anything, Madame Pomfrey came out and started shouting.

"Too many visitors! Only 6 are allowed! Out! Out! She needs quiet!"

"We'll go," said Louis, motioning to himself, Lysander, and Nicholas. "We've been here for a while."

Dominique watched them go while Molly turned to Madame Pomfrey. "How's Lucy? Will she be okay?"

"I've never seen this spell before," Madame Pomfrey said. "It looks as if she was stabbed by a knife. But she'll be fine. Cuts are quite easy to heal. She'll be all good by tomorrow."

Molly nodded. "That's good."

"Wait… what do you mean, you've never seen this spell before?" James interrupted. "You mean it's a new one?"

"Somebody must have invented it," Madame Pomfrey replied. "I generally know all the spells that harm people so I can treat each of the victims in a certain way, but this one… wait a second."

"What?"

"You know what, I have seen this spell before!" Madame Pomfrey announced. "It was a long time ago, more than twenty years ago. I had this one patient… I don't remember who it is. My memory's going. But he had the same exact symptoms as Miss Weasley."

"You don't know who it is?" James asked, almost enthusiastically.

Madame Pomfrey shook her head. "I'm getting old."

"Well, from now on, we'll have to make sure to stay away from the Shrieking Shack," Roxanne said. "We can't afford to get more people hurt."

"I'll tell Professor McGonagall to go investigate," Madame Pomrey replied. "If there's somebody in there who's hurting children, he will have to be stopped."

"Well, this meeting was much better than last week," Rose said as she watched the students pile out of the Room of Requirement. "I can't wait for next week; we should start learning Potions."

"We have to vote on which one first," Scorpius reminded her. "But at least we'll get to start doing something new."

Albus was silent as he listened to his best friends talk about the Order of the 108, but he watched the door at the same time. James and his friends were the last ones to leave the room. Albus quietly walked toward the door, listening to the conversation outside. "You two go first," James was saying. "I'll be down in a few minutes."

"Rose! Scorpius!" Albus said. "Come on!"

"What's the rush?" Rose asked, but Albus was already out the door.

"Come on!" he repeated, and Rose and Scorpius had no choice but to follow. "Stay quiet and follow me," Albus whispered, and went in the direction that James had gone. They stayed behind him but within range of seeing him.

"What are you doing?" Rose asked again, but Albus didn't answer. He was pretty sure he knew where his brother was going, and he didn't like it.

The three fourth-years continued following James as he descended the stairs toward the first floor. "I don't think we should be here," Rose whispered. "It's almost 9; we'll get detention if we're caught."

"Shh!" Albus said, forcefully this time. Rose was being so annoying. Couldn't she see that this wasn't the time for talking?

As they reached the bottom of the stairs, Albus saw James walk toward the entrance door. But before he opened it, he took out something from his bag and flung it over himself. Before Albus could tell what it was, James had disappeared.

Albus couldn't restrain himself anymore. "James!" he whispered, but loud enough so that his brother could hear.

Although he couldn't see him, Albus could tell that James had just jumped around in shock. "What are you doing here?" he asked, clearly annoyed.

"What are you doing here?" Albus asked. "Wait... I know what you're doing. You're going to the Shrieking Shack tonight."

"Why would you think that?"

"I have my sources," Albus replied. In truth, he had asked Louis what had happened to Lucy, and he had told him about the Shrieking Shack, but James didn't need to know. As a brother of James, he knew perfectly that he wouldn't be able to resist exploring. "Besides, you're going outside after curfew. You wouldn't be visiting Hagrid or you would have done so before. Where else could you be going?"

James shook his head, but didn't deny Albus's claim. "So what?" he asked. "Why do you care?"

"I'm coming," Albus stated.

James gaped at him. "Why would you come?"

"Because I want to," Albus replied. "Why do you have the right to go?"

"Many reasons," James said. "One: I'm the oldest. Two: I have the Invisibility Cloak. Three: I was the first one who even saw Lucy hurt. And four: I think there's something serious going on around the Shrieking Shack; something that might involve me. Those wands are ominous."

"Well, if it's serious, than there's more reason for me to go," Albus said. "Two people are better than one."

"What's going on?" Rose interrupted, walking over with Scorpius. "Why are you going to the Shrieking Shack? And what about wands?"

"You know when Lucy got hurt?" Albus explained. "Well, apparently there were wands in the shack and that's where she was when she got hurt, so James is going off to investigate."

"You're what?" Rose demanded. "You're not allowed to be off grounds."

James scowled. "I honestly don't care. I'm going to go right now, and the three of you can go back and do whatever you want."

"Yeah, well, you're breaking the rules," Rose objected. "If you don't stop, I'll go tell somebody! You're just going to cause Gryffindor to lose more points. I wouldn't mind if you broke the rules for something important, but this is just stilly. The teachers can investigate later!"

"You'd do that?" James asked quietly. "You'd go tattle on me?"

Scorpius, who'd been silent all along, spoke up. "Rose wouldn't do that. But, please, don't go. There's no need."

"Why are you," he directed this question at Albus. "Rose, and Mal—Scorpius even here in the first place?"

"Al followed you," Rose replied. "We didn't have any choice! He forced us!"

"But now that we're here, you can't go to the Shrieking Shack," Albus said. "Or we'll tell."

James sighed. "Why do annoying little brothers and cousins have to ruin everything?"

"Wait…" Albus said, getting an idea. "If you let us go with you to the Shrieking Shack, we won't tell. Promise."

Albus could see his older brother thinking about which possibility was better. Finally, he nodded. "Fine. You can come. But be silent."

The three of them nodded. "You two aren't coming!" James protested.

"If Albus goes, we all go," Rose said. "Or we'll tell."

"But you won't fit under the invisibility cloak," James said.

"It doesn't matter," Rose replied. "It's dark. You and Albus should go under, while me and Scorpius will just follow. Nobody will be able to see anyway."

James nodded and held the cloak up so Albus could slip under. They quietly walked out of the castle and toward the Whomping Willow, where the entrance to the Shrieking Shack was located. "What are we supposed to do?" Rose asked.

"Didn't you listen to any of Uncle Ron or Dad's stories about when they went to Hogwarts?" James asked. "You prod the knot on the tree to make it still." James demonstrated, and the tree went still.

"Wow," Scorpius whispered.

James removed the cloak as they entered the tree; there was no need for it since they were inside. The passage was small, and Albus had to crawl to get through. He felt a sense of excitement as they crawled; he usually didn't like getting in trouble, but today was all for a good cause. The teacher's couldn't blame them for trying to find the cause of what hurt Lucy.

In front of Albus, James stopped crawling. "What's up there?" Albus asked.

"There's a room," James said. He got up and walked toward the room. "I think it's the one Louis and Lysander were talking about."

"How do you know?" Albus whispered. He felt as if somebody was watching him, and resigned to talking quietly.

James didn't answer, but quietly entered the room. He picked up something from the floor and examined it. "What?" Albus asked.

"It's a wand," James replied.

Albus entered the room and examined the floor. It was all dusty, but James was right. There were about twenty wands scattered around the floor. And the strangest thing was that the wands appeared new; they still had the shine that appeared when one bought a new wand.

"I really don't think we should be here," said Rose, who had stayed behind in the passageway, not entering the room. "I have a really bad feeling about this."

"Yeah, it does feel a little suspicious," Albus replied. "We should leave. James?" He turned to his brother, who was pocketing a wand.

"What are you doing?" Albus hissed. "Why are you taking that wand away? Whoever lives here is going to know!"

"Whoever lives here shouldn't live here anymore," James replied, not obeying Albus's command. "Let's go."

No matter how hard Albus tried, he couldn't get James to put the wand back. So, the four of them ran back toward the castle. When they finally got inside, they were all panting hard.

"Well," said Rose, regaining her breath. "Did you discover anything?"

James shrugged. "Perhaps. But we should still tell Professor McGonagall."

"That's what I recommended in the first place," Rose said sarcastically. The four of them quietly tiptoed up the stairs and toward the Gryffindor common room.

As September drew to a close and October began, the weather grew colder and homework increased. Some of the older students were now staying up late at night, but for Lily and her fellow second-years, she didn't have much work to do.

Lily's favorite classes had begun to change from last year's. Previously, she had loved Transfiguration, but her favorite class now become Defense Against the Dark Arts. Their teacher, Professor Kolmer, was quite friendly and taught them really well. Since the Order of the 108 had helped Lily learn new spells, and—according to Rose—since Lily had natural talent, Professor Kolmer constantly told Lily that she was one of the best in her class.

She also loved History of Magic, but for different reasons. Lily's memory wasn't amazing, so on average she only got As on her assignments, but the class itself was so entertaining. The professor was really funny and made History of Magic the one class that Lily looked forward to everyday.

One typical morning, Lily went down to breakfast with her friends. "It's Wednesday, isn't it?" Lily asked, sitting down next to Olivia. "What do we have again?"

"Double Herbology and then History of Magic," Olivia responded.

"Aw, we have to have Herbology," Layla complained, from across Lily's seat.

"But at least we have History of Magic next," Lily pointed out.

"I guess," Layla said.

Lily still didn't understand why Layla hated Herbology; the class itself was really fun. Layla had said that she just felt really awkward sitting in the room with her dad lecturing them on plants, but the subject was still fun. It didn't matter who taught it.

"Good morning, Professor Longbottom," Lily said as she walked into the greenhouse.

"Good morning, Miss Potter," replied Professor Longbottom. "Please pick up a pair of headphones; we're studying mandrakes today."

"I know what Mandrakes are!" Elena exclaimed as she picked up a pair of black headphones and walked over to the spot where the four Gryffindors usually stood. "They're these ugly plant-humans that shriek whenever they're pulled out of the Earth."

"Very good, Miss Mills," Longbottom said. "But you might want to listen later as I give a more, ah, detailed definition of mandrakes."

The four made their way over to their spot. "But Mandrakes are honestly so much fun," Elena said. "We get to force them into pots so they stop screaming."

"Sounds fun," Layla said sarcastically, putting her headphones over her ears.

Two hours later, one hundred mandrakes had been repotted and stored away in the back of the greenhouse. "Great class!" Professor Longbottom said as the tired and dirty Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs made their way out of the greenhouse—the Mandrakes fought as the students tried to stuff them in pots; dirt flew everywhere. "These Mandrakes will now grow even quicker."

As Lily made her way out of the greenhouse, Professor Longbottom stopped her. "Can we talk for a minute?" he asked. "You too, Layla."

Lily and Layla nervously exchanged looks as they followed the professor back into the greenhouse. "What, dad?" Layla asked.

"Since you sound so rushed, I'll make it quick," Professor Longbottom replied. "Anyway, I've just heard from your head of house, Professor Anderson, that you've decided to form a new club. The Order of the 108, if I'm not mistaken?"

"How does he know?" Lily asked.

Professor Longbottom shrugged. "I believe that Rose told him about the club and asked if it was legal before forming it."

"It is legal, isn't it?" said Lily. "She said it was."

"It's allowed."

"So why do you want to see us?" Layla demanded.

"I just want to give you some advice," Professor Longbottom. "As a teacher, and as your dad/family-friend. Don't try to over-parade this new club. I mean, sure, it's fun and all, but soon more and more people might want to join. I like the fact that you're learning stuff in your free time, but it's the Room of Requirement that I'm worried about. Most people don't even know it exists. If more people start to learn about your club, they might take advantage of the Room and use it for their own purposes, that might not be so appropriate."

Lily nodded. "We know. Our club is less than thirty people. But why are you telling us? It's Rose you should be talking to; she formed it."

"Well, since you two are in it and you—" he looked at Layla. "Are my daughter I'm telling you. Just don't parade this club. Otherwise, eventually there'll be sign-up lists and slots for when people can use the Room for their own interests."

"That sounds a little extreme," Layla said, but she looked thoughtful.

"Well, it's never bad to think ahead," Professor Longbottom replied. "Just remember what I said, alright? Don't invite everyone you know; only your friends. And repeat this to Rose, okay?"

"Okay," Lily said. "Thank you, Professor."

"You can call me Neville out of class," he replied. "During class, I'm 'Professor' but out of class I'm your friend."

Lily nodded. She knew Neville was just trying to do the best for them.

Since they were talking to Professor Longbottom, Lily and Layla had no time to take a quick shower without being late, but instead headed directly to History of Magic. They were there about five minutes early, but the class was mainly empty, as the Gryffindors were trying to take showers.

"Hello, Professor Watson," Lily said as she and Layla entered the room.

"Hello, Miss Potter and Miss Longbottom," Professor Watson said, not turning from the board. He was always writing on it every time they entered. "Is that dirt I smell?"

"I think so," Layla replied. "We just came from Herbology. We were repotting Mandrakes."

"Do you two think you can be back here in less than ten minutes?" Professor Watons asked.

Lily nodded. "I think so."

"Well, then, off you go," Professor Watson said. "There's no need to have to remain dirty for the rest of my class."

"Thank you so much, Professor!" Lily said as she and Layla ran out of the room and toward the Gryffindor common room. Lily loved Wednesday mornings. The week was halfway over and she had two fun classes with two fun teachers. Wednesdays were amazing.

Yeah, so I know this chapter wasn't too exciting and it was shorter than the others but I hope you enjoyed it. Please review!