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Chapter 7

Little Birdie

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She hadn't really expected him to come up behind her, scowling. Many Gryffindors muttered, looking past her shoulder, and up at the cold silver eyes of Draco Malfoy. Logan didn't make the slightest sign of acknowledging his presence and he tapped her shoulder.

Turning around, bowl of cornflakes in hand; she was still shoveling spoonfuls in her mouth. "You do know that's it's revolting to watch you eat?" he sneered, causing his personal goons behind him to chuckle lowly. Logan had grown to hate their sucky-up-ness to the blonde and it had only been a week. It was going to be a long, long year…

"Then go away so you don't have to watch me." She turned back around, grabbing a roll and spreading some jam on it. Draco's upper lip lifted nastily and he gave a disdainful look in Neville's way, enjoying the look of fright spread across the pudgy boy's face.

"What're you looking at Longbottom?" he asked. "Enjoy looking at my beautiful face?" Neville shook his head and Draco frowned. "What're you saying now, I'm not good-looking?" He took a threatening step towards the shaking boy.

"Logan…" Neville whispered, looking over at her desperately. Draco cackled, hands on his hips. "Look at Longbottom, begging his girlfriend to protect him!!"

"Why don't you just leave him alone?" Seamus asked, looking up at the scene. Draco snapped his attention to the brown-haired boy. "Stay out of this Finnigan, no one cares about what you say."

Logan drummed her fingers on the table thoughtfully, scanning the table. She perked up when she spotted an untouched Daily Prophet sitting there and she grabbed it, hiding it. Kids around her thought she was stealing, but they didn't say anything.

"Draco, my favorite Slytherin," Logan started, earning a confused look from him. "C'mere…"

He scowled, stepping towards her. Crabbe and Goyle were close by, just in case she did anything to their beloved Mr. Malfoy. Logan flipped out the newspaper and it him in the side. Draco stepped back when Logan stood up, whacking him with the newspaper over and over again. Draco started to run away and Logan laughed, running after him.

"Come back here you damn pest, I still need to kill you!!"

Draco was whimpering as he ran to one side of the Slytherin table. Roars of laughter came from neighboring tables and angry shouts came from the snake table. "Scared of the second-hand loon are we now, Draco?" Logan asked, standing on the opposite side of the table. The blonde shook his head and cried out when Logan stepped on one of the seats and walked across the table, earning cries of anger and annoyance both from the enemy Slytherins. Logan landed inches away from Draco and slapped him with the newspaper again and again.

"Never mess with my friends again, you snake lover!!"

"Miss Wolfram!!"

Logan halted in her abuse and looked over her shoulder to see Professor McGonagall rushing over. She had her infamous frown and narrow eyed expression on and looked at Logan with great authority, frightening authority that would make Malfoy wet himself. But Logan didn't seem the least bit bothered by her fear-provoking glare.

"What were you doing to Mr. Malfoy?" she asked.

Logan looked over deviously at Draco. "Getting rid of the pest." she replied simply. McGonagall looked over Logan's shoulder, staring right Malfoy. "Please return to your seat." He scowled in Logan's direction and she gave a mocking toothy grin.

"Miss Wolfram, I will not accept such inappropriate behavior from a young lady such as yourself. Five points from Gryffindor…" That was when McGonagall gave one more disapproving look at her student and walked away. Logan turned, pinpointed Draco's location, and walked over.

She grabbed his shoulders, shaking him. "Ever mess with my friends, I might just turn you into a bug and stomp on you, got that?"

Draco scowled, "You're bluffing." he hissed.

Logan chuckled darkly, "Want me to demonstrate now?"

She slapped his shoulder when he didn't answer. "Good boy; I'm pretty sure we'll get along in the future. You just have to learn how to follow my rules."

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"That was epic!" Fred shouted, throwing his arm around Logan's shoulder. George did the same, grinning widely. "You really aren't afraid to step up and turn Draco down a peg or two, are you?"

Logan shrugged her shoulders, "No, not really; he's just a git." The twins laughed, letting go of her. "Say, since you have the mornings off, can you do us a favor?" Fred asked, stopping her alongside George.

"Does this favor contain anything that can get me into trouble with Professor McGonagall?"

The twins grinned, "Only if you get caught."

Logan thought for a moment, making the twins doubt her, but she grinned back at them. "I'm in!" George playfully slapped a hand on her back. "Okay, you know Marcus Flint, that nasty Slytherin who made fun of you at the feast?"

Logan narrowed her eyes, "Yeah, I remember him."

"Oooo, looks like you want to cause trouble for him. Well, we didn't really appreciate what he did to you and so, we created some Hiccough sweets."

"Hiccough sweets?"

"Yeah," George started. "They make whoever eats them, hiccup uncontrollably and pretty soon; they have to take a trip to the infirmary because they can't stop." The twins smiled approvingly at her wicked grin.

"Let me guess; you want me to deliver these sweets to Mr. Flint?" she asked, crossing her arms. Fred and George nodded; Fred reached into his bag and pulled out a small heart-shaped box. "This holds the sweets, now all we need you to do-" George poked her playfully in the shoulder. "Is to take these to the Owlery and put them in his slot."

"He has his own since daddy dearest donates money to the school." Fred added. Logan held the box up to her nose, sniffing warily. "Why does it smell like perfume?"

"Well, you see, for the years that we've been studying him, we've noticed that he fancies a girl by the name of Stella Lawrence. She wears the exact same perfume. Before you go into the Owlery, make sure you write a note, pretending to be her." Fred said, tapping the box.

"Funny thing is, is that she can't stand him!"

"Which is kind of ironic since most girls would die to hold the hand of a Quidditch captain."

The bell rang, making the twins look up. "Well, we have to go; Defense Against the Dark Arts class." George said. "Also, Flint has class with us so you'll be able to deliver those without any problems." Fred added and they left.

Logan smirked, putting the box in her bag which was filled with her art supplies that she had bought in Diagon Alley. She made her way towards the clock tower courtyard.

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My dearest Marcus,

I've never gotten around telling you this, but I'm starting to develop feeling for you. I think I was just too shy to approach you, but now, since we'll be graduating next year, I want to be with you. I'm not sure, but I think I may have liked you the first time I laid my eyes on you. There was something about you… Please, stop by and talk to me sometime, I'd like to be with you.

Love,

Stella Lawrence

xoxoxo

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Hermione and Lunar sat in the library together, examining their moon charts for Astronomy class when Harry and Ron approached. When Harry smiled at her, Lunar blushed, looking down. She was getting comfortable with the girls at Hogwarts, but the boys…?

"Hey Lunar," Harry said, sitting down beside her. Ron looked at the seat, and then at Hermione, who moved as far away from the chair as she could and resumed her studying. "What're you guys doing?" he asked, eyeing the moon charts. "Studying?"

"It's not a crime to study." Hermione snapped, gathering her things, shoving them into her bag. "I'm going somewhere else; are you coming Lunar?" the bushy-haired girl asked, frowning at the blush darkening on her study buddy's face. The dark-haired girl shook her head, moving her moon chart towards Harry and Ron so they could look at it.

Hermione scoffed, walking away in hope that she could find truthfully…her only friend so far.

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She touched the lead to the paper ever so softly, making light strokes as she outlined the main body of the bird that was perched happily near the branch she was sitting on. It sang pleasantly, listening for its own kind somewhere in the forest. Logan smiled gently, adding the details of the eyes, beak, and wings. The crevices of the feet were next, adding so much detail to the small creature.

"I think Lunar likes Harry." A thump came after those words, startling the bird which flew away. Logan gritted her teeth, looking down to see a frustrated Hermione, sitting at the base of the tree, getting her moon charts out.

"So?" Logan questioned irritably. Hermione scared her bird away…

"So, she fancies three people already and it's only her third day." Logan raised an eyebrow, rummaging in her own bag, grabbing her telescope. "Harry Potter, Fred Weasley, and…" Hermione looked up, to only smile when Logan was staring at her with her telescope.

"That was only two people, Hermione."

"You won't like the last one."

Logan's eyes grew wide, "No!"

"Yes! Wait, you know who I'm talking about?"

Logan leaned back on the trunk, bouncing her telescope upon her knee. "No, not really." she said teasingly. Hermione smirked, "It's Malfoy." Hermione looked up once again to only laugh when she saw a grimace on Logan's face.

"Ewww."

"Exactly!"

The two were quiet; the only noises were what nature created and the ruffle of Hermione's moon charts. The young werewolf peered through her telescope, grinning broadly. "Hermione, it's the three stooges!!"

The bookworm looked up to see three black dots coming towards the tree that she was sitting at. Standing up rather quickly, the contents in her lap fell to the ground and pushed them sloppily into her bag, handing it up to Logan.

"Give me your hand." Logan said. She grabbed Hermione's slightly sweaty hand and pulled her up with a strength that surprised the other drastically. Hermione hid behind the other side of the trunk, while Logan pulled herself up to the next branch, a cluster of leaves shielding her from the three Slytherins that approached.

"I wanted to get as far away from people as possible." Draco said, the two others nodding. "Next week, I'm going to challenge Potter to a duel." Crabbe and Goyle grunted in response, reminding Logan of two gorillas. Hermione bit her lip as she peeked around the trunk, seeing Draco's to her and the two goons with their arms crossed and a twisted sort of expression on their faces.

"But, I'm going to make sure that Wolfram, Weasley, and that muggle-born is as far away from him as possible. Maybe I can get that Ravenclaw girl to distract them…"

"How will you do that Draco?" Crabbe asked. Draco's trademark smirk stretched his lips. "Oh come on, are you two that daft? It's obvious that she fancies me. Every time that I looked at her yesterday, she'd blush…kind of cute…"

Logan leaned on her right foot and a twig snapped. Draco turned around, trying to find whatever made that noise. "Goyle, go in there and find it."

Goyle gulped, remembering all the stories the upperclassmen told them about the Forbidden forest. Hermione sucked in a breath when she saw Goyle slowly walk in, searching the whole place. Logan reached down to get her wand. Her fingers brushed the clothing, but the robes slipped and fell to the ground, causing the Slytherin trio to all look at it. Logan dropped down to the bottom branch, hanging upside down from the bottom branch, grabbing her robes.

A dark-colored wand struck her in the nose, causing her to go cross-eyed trying to pinpoint it. "Put it down, Wolfram." Logan dropped robes, putting her hands up defensively. Hermione moved around the branch, pointing her wand at Draco's.

"Expelliarmus!" Hermione cried out, feeling the satisfaction of Draco's wand flying out of his hand. This gave some time for Logan to flip down off the branch and grab her wand, so she could fight alongside Hermione.

"Expelliarmus!" Logan shouted, disarming Crabbe. Hermione disarmed Goyle before he could try anything. Logan pointed her wand at Draco, whose eyes were wide and he was trembling slightly.

"Why don't we duel, Draco?"

"Because…I don't want to fight you." he said, slowly inching towards his wand. Logan stepped towards him. "Don't even think about it!" Draco stopped, staring at her. "Hermione!"

"Yeah?!"

"Get the bags, we're leaving!"

Logan heard shuffles and footsteps behind her. Hermione handed Logan her bag, pointing her wand at the goons behind them. She and Logan backed away, wands still pointed at the Slytherins.

They ran away.

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"So Draco's going to trap Harry?" Logan asked, repeating the whole situation. Hermione nodded, climbing the staircase alongside Logan. "Do you think we should tell him?" Her friend nodded, stumbling when the staircase suddenly shifting.

"What's going on?!" Logan asked loudly, clutching the railing. Hermione furrowed her eyebrows. "Remember, the staircases change!" She smirked when Logan sighed, laughing a bit. "Oh yeah, I forgot."

The staircase stopped, leading them to a door. "It's the third floor; now that we're here, I have to go ask Professor Flitwick a few questions. Let's go."

The two walked up, pushing the door open, only to stop before they ran into Lunar. She gasped, dropping her books in fright. "Oh, you scared me." she said, kneeling to collect her books. Both Gryffindors helped her, though Hermione was still annoyed with Lunar.

"Thanks you guys." Lunar said, clutching the books to her chest. She caught Hermione's annoyed look, "Hermione, are you-"

"Logan!!" The three girls looked up to see Fred and George coming towards them. Lunar squeaked, hiding behind Hermione so Fred couldn't see her blush. Hermione stepped aside, earning a weak glare from Lunar.

The twins laughed, scooping Logan up into a victory hug. "You did it!" they shouted together. Hermione cocked an eyebrow. "What did she do?" she asked. Fred and George looked at her, then at Logan. "Should we tell her?"

"Well, the boys here gave me a box full of hiccough sweets to give to Marcus Flint, but I wrote him a letter, making him think this girl he liked sent them to him."

Lunar frowned, "That was mean."

Fred grinned at her, "It wasn't mean; Flint deserved it."

George nodded, "It was bloody brilliant. Flint was all over Stella, but she told him off. Plus, he was hiccupping up a storm. We think Stella suspects us." he said, standing beside his brother. "When Marcus went to cry his eyes out, she turned to us. You know, considering that we're Gryffindors, she's pretty nice." Fred added.

Logan grinned, "Flint doesn't even deserve her."

"You bet he doesn't. I think she even enjoyed putting him down!" Fred exclaimed. The twins stepped from Logan. "Well, we better go. Lunch!"

They left, waving good-bye.

Lunar's blush was fading, but it spiked up again when Logan grinned at her. "First week, and by what I hear, you've got three-" She lifted up three fingers. "-crushes."

Lunar's face was as red as a tomato. "Well, all three of them are nice to me." she said softly, chewing on her bottom lip. "Even Draco?" Hermione asked. Lunar nodded, "I mean, he hasn't called me names or anything, like he does you guys…and he smiles at me." Logan frowned, tired eyes staring at Lunar.

She was pretty for a first year: long, jet black hair with her bangs gently sweeping over her right eye which she seemed to constantly push behind her ear, but it stubbornly came back down. She had icy blue eyes and they seemed to look…right…through…you... What bugged Logan was that despite her prettiness, Lunar was too skinny and it looked like if you slapped her on the back or something, she'd break. Logan had to wonder what this girl ate every day.

Logan opened her mouth, but Hermione asked a question first. "What do you eat?" Freaky…!

Lunar gave a quizzical look. "Well, for breakfast, I eat a bowl of cornflakes, for lunch, I eat a chicken sandwich with some milk, and for dinner, I have some roast beef and ice cream for dessert." When she was done, the girls gave her a strange look, and Logan looked like she was awestruck.

"Before we go to Professor Flitwick's, we need to teach this girl how to eat." Logan said, grabbing one of Lunar's arms. "I was thinking the same thing." Hermione replied, grabbing Lunar's other arm. The dark-haired girl squirmed, "B-But, I eat j-just fine!"

"You're going to starve!" both Gryffindor girls shouted together. Lunar whimpered as Hermione and Logan pulled her along, towards the Great Hall, where there was bound determined to be some food left.

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In front of Lunar was a plate with food a mile high on it. Two pork chops, some peas, mashed potatoes, and a buttered roll. She already felt full looking at it, but Hermione and Logan were standing right behind her, arms crossed, with frightening looks.

"Eat it Lunar." Hermione said darkly.

"Yes, eat it Lunar."

The blue-eyed girl gulped, taking her spoon and scooping some peas up. Back at home, her parents always told her to take small portions because if she took too much, she'd gain weight quickly, so she had to keep her food to a minimum.

Lunar stuffed the spoon into her mouth, bringing it out, chewing thoughtfully. At her old Muggle school, the peas had been disgusting which made her shy away from cooked vegetables. But these were fresh, tasting like they had come straight from the garden.

With Logan and Hermione monitoring Lunar eating, she ate every bit. She was stuffed, acting like she couldn't move; she laid her head in her arms, and groaned. The Gryffindor duo gave each other a low five.

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The cool night air against their faces was refreshing after about a two hour sleep. It was fortunate that Seamus had some beef jerky he brought with him from home because if he didn't, it would've been impossible for Hermione to get Logan up.

The smell of dry beef rafted in the air as Logan gnawed on the strips, the beef jerky acting like a pain relief for her teeth. For some reason, her teeth would start hurting if she wasn't chewing on something constantly. Let's just say that beef jerky is like a werewolf's chew toy.

Seamus stood next to Hermione, laughing. "I guess I'm going to have to tell my mum to send some more beef jerky." He stopped laughing however when Hermione showed no signs of amusement. The students all gathered around the large opening that overlooked the lake. Logan looked up as she chewed on the jerky, spotting a perfectly secure climbing area.

Everyone turned when feet stomped on the metal stairs. Prof. Sinistra came walking up. "Alright class, I hope you've brought your telescopes and moon charts because we'll be immediately starting to search for the constellations."

Professor Sinistra was probably the prettiest teacher at Hogwarts. She had long ebony hair with dark blue eyes that seemed to twinkle just like the stars. Her pale skin contrasted with her black dress and robes.

She walked to where she was standing between Draco and Harry, and pointed up at the sky. "See, there's the constellation Ursa Major or commonly known as the Big Dipper." The students searched for it and nodded when they found it. As they were searching for it, Prof. Sinistra grabbed a scroll from a metal table, opening it.

"We're missing one person." she said, searching for the twenty-eighth person. No one was listening though which was strange to Prof. Sinistra because most first years listened to her so they could hear her mystical voice.

"-over there is Hydra. When I was younger, I read a book about Greek Mythology and it said that the Hydra had the body of a dog, but over a hundred serpentine heads. To kick it up a notch, those heads all contained poisonous breath and that it was so ugly, that it caused people to die just seeing it."

"And, Hercules, the constellation over there-" Prof. Sinistra pointed to the west, connecting the stars with her fingers. "-killed the Hydra, Leo, and the little crab, Cancer."

Logan sat down on the rooftop, enjoying the soft night breeze that flew through her hair, caressing her face. She laid back, looking up at the sky as Prof. Sinistra told stories about the many slayings Hercules committed, and how Leo got up in the sky.

"Hercules slaughtered Leo, taking out one claw and skinning it, wearing its skin for protection. Now Nemean Leo lies in the sky, neighboring Ursa Major."

The hour passed on, and the kids' eyes were getting droopy as Sinistra went on and on about Hercules, making Logan think that her teacher was in love with the guy.

The bell rang finally, and the others started packing, walking out of the class, some yawning, some complaining about how they weren't going to be able to get to sleep because they'd be thinking about the homework too much. Logan didn't budge from her spot though. There was something in her mind that bothered her.

"Logan…no, don't touch her! Stop…!"

The young werewolf clutched her head, a sudden pain seething through her head, causing instant tears to come from her eyes.

"She's my baby!"

"No, she's not anymore!"

Logan gritted her teeth, pain and confusion running in her mind. She dug her nails into her skin, trying to concentrate on that pain rather than the other type. Tears rolled down her eyes as her head continued to throb, her hands feeling every pulse that her mind produced.

"Logan!" The werewolf looked down, seeing a worried expression on Hermione's face. "Are you alright?" The pain quickly faded away, but the screams in her head didn't stop.

"Fenrir…!"

"Logan, answer me!"

The green-eyed girl looked down at her trembling, wet hands. She wiped the tears away and swung her bag to the metal Astronomy classroom floor. Logan jumped and grabbed a bar that was about two feet away from the tower and swung herself to the classroom, landing gracefully on her feet.

"You scare me every time you do that."

"Do I now…?" Logan questioned, grabbing her bag and swinging it over her shoulder. She started to walk away, but a worried Hermione stopped her. "Seriously, what's wrong? You look a bit…pained…"

"Pained?" Logan stressed out the word. "I'm okay, really."

"Are you sure?" Hermione asked, turning a stubborn Logan back around.

"Fenrir, she's coming after us!"

Logan grabbed her head, gritting her teeth. "I just have a headache, that's all." Hermione perked up and dug into her bag, pulling out a red, plastic-wrapped candy. "It's a cinnamon. I always suck on them when I have a headache. I always seem to concentrate on that rather than the pain."

Logan unwrapped it, popping it into her mouth. The candy was spicy for a few seconds, but gradually got sweeter as time passed. Hermione was right; she started to concentrate on the sweet rather than the pain.

"Give me back my baby…!"

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The moon outside was only a sliver. It would soon be nothing in a few days, Friday to be exact; there would be no more moon. Logan looked around the room when she heard a shuffle, but it was only Lavender turning in her sleep. The werewolf grimaced; it was only her third day and she couldn't stand Lavender and her peppiness.

The alarm clock on Hermione's nightstand read two o'clock in the morning, but Logan was too awake to fall asleep. Her thoughts kept on going to the voices she heard earlier. Who was Fenrir? Who was calling her name, calling her baby? Who was the man in her head, calling out for Fenrir and saying that she wasn't the woman's baby anymore?

Logan drew her knees to her chest, setting her chin on her knees. She'd never heard those voices before, why did she hear them now? There was something about Hogwarts that drew all these things out. She had so many questions, but nobody was willing to provide the answers or they were either under order not to tell her anything. That angered her; Dumbledore wanted her to remember her parents, her past, everything; he wanted her to figure everything out, like it was a puzzle or something.

Logan twisted a loose thread between her fingers. "Life is like a puzzle, just one piece at a time." She snapped the thread off the bed sheet, holding it up to the window.

Her bag was propped up against her bed, the corner of her sketchbook peeking out. Logan grabbed it, opening it to the first page. The half-drawn bird would probably remain unfinished, and all because Hermione was upset about Lunar's infatuation with three boys. So what, those likings will fade away and Lunar would probably end up with a nice guy or something, there was no big deal.

A small clink made Logan look up. Outside the window, standing on the windowsill, was the little bird from earlier. Logan stood up, opening the window to allow the bird to perch on her finger. She brought it in slowly, setting it on the nightstand. It hopped towards her, chirping.

"Hush now; we don't want to wake the others." Logan said gently, running a finger down the bird's head. She sat back down, grabbing her sketchbook and pencil.

"I thought you would be asleep right now." The bird chirped quietly, hopping into the position that it was in before. Logan smiled, continuing the strokes she had stopped at. The bird waited patiently as Logan sketched it, adding the minor details to make it more realistic.

When Logan was finished, she turned it around to show the small creature and it chirped appreciatively. Logan smiled, tapping her pencil against her bottom lip. "Let's see, what should I call it?"

Logan fetched her quill and ink and at the very bottom she wrote: "Little Birdie"

The birdie sang its song and flew out the window, into the night. Logan closed her window, smiling as she stared at the picture. At the top right, she wrote: 9/5/91.

Logan smiled again, setting her sketchbook on the nightstand and buried herself in the covers. When she closed her eyes, she heard Hermione say, "Goodnight Logan."

"Good night Hermione."

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