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Chapter 9

His Knight with the Tired Eyes

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Neville looked over his shoulder nervously. For the past week, he seemed to always bump into Malfoy or one of his followers. Truthfully, he'd rather face Malfoy than one of his goons. He never really traveled from class to class with anyone; Seamus was off somewhere with Dean Thomas, his new best friend and Logan was probably off on some adventure or causing trouble for a teacher…maybe even Malfoy. Neville was thankful to have a friend like her, a friend that stuck to his side no matter what.

The boy pushed the Great hall doors open and walked in, searching for a seat that was far away from the spot where Malfoy usually sat. He sat down, setting his bag to where it sat beside him, and grabbed a plate. As he was getting a jam doughnut, he noticed the narrowed eyes of Professor Quirrell from the staff table. His glare made Neville gasp and look down quickly.

Neville looked towards the Great hall doors, hoping that his friends would show up soon. Seamus said he was going to be down in a few though, so it would be quick for him to have company.

He took a bite of his doughnut while glancing over at the still glaring Quirrell. Suddenly, he couldn't breathe anymore. The pastry had gotten trapped in his throat and he started to panic, clutching his throat. People started giving him looks and Malfoy, who had just entered the Great Hall, pointed and laughed, "Look, Longbottom's choking!"

By now, his face was starting to turn purple. He was starting to feel weak.

"Well, let's not help him now, shall we? Anapneo!" The piece of doughnut flew out of his mouth, landing on the opposite side of the table. Malfoy and the Slytherins were still howling and tears started to fill Neville's eyes. His face was slowly regaining his normal color, but his body was still shaking. He collapsed in his seat, staring at the table.

"There, there, everything's alright." a voice cooed. He didn't need to look up to know it was Logan. She stroked his hair calmly, saying reassuring words to him. He was starting to lose the trembling.

When she came into the Great Hall and saw him choking, she nearly had a heart attack. She didn't know why, but every time something bad happened to him, she'd panic and want to help him desperately.

As she smoothed out his hair, she saw Quirrell frown deeply and sweep out of the room, going down into the trophy room. She turned her attention back to Neville, who had wiped the tears away from his face. "Are you alright?" she asked, sitting on the seat beside him. He nodded, "Thanks for that. I didn't think anybody else was going to help me."

"Because they weren't." she said, brushing some hairs from his face. "Anapneo is an advanced spell. No other first years know the spell." Neville nodded, his face getting warm when Logan smiled.

"I'll walk with you to Potions."

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Neville walked with Logan, Hermione, Harry, and Ron down to the dungeons. Small droplets of moisture dripped from the stone ceilings onto the cracked floors of the dungeons. It was colder than the rest of the castle considering that it was heated and Slytherins lurked around everywhere, glaring at the Gryffindors as they passed them on their way to Potions.

"Well, look at who it is," The Gryffindors stopped to see Malfoy come from the shadows, his followers almost standing on his heels. He grimaced back at them and they took a step back, Draco's smirk returning.

"What do you want, Malfoy?" Harry asked, stepping in front of the group. Draco's smirk deepened. "Acting as a leader now, Potter?" He looked at the group. "As expected, a group of misfits." Harry was getting peeved; Logan on the other hand was finding it quite amusing.

Draco searched the group, "Where's that one Ravenclaw girl?"

"Obviously not here," Logan commented. "Even your goons could've figured that one out." Draco frowned, turning to her. "No one asked you, loon." Logan grinned, "You find the best words to describe me, Draco. You truly do have a talent." This made Neville laugh quietly and Draco spun around, scowling at Neville.

"Finding this funny, Longbottom?" Draco asked. "I'd like to see you laugh after I rearrange your face!" He pulled out his wand, but Logan was quicker, yelling, "Expelliarmus!" His wand flew from his hand and he watched it fly to the other side of the room. He growled, facing Logan who had a dead serious look on her face.

"Don't ever touch him." she growled, baring her sharp teeth. Draco gulped, staring at her teeth. "C'mon, let's leave the loon and her friends to look stupid on their own."

Logan laughed, "That was a great come-back, Draco! Almost has me in tears!" Draco and the others walked into the Potions room, the blonde looking over his shoulder at Logan.

The bell rang and Logan grabbed Neville's hand, pulling him into the classroom. "I'll be your partner."

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The room was neat considering it was probably going to be the messiest class. The jars that surrounded the room were based on color which satisfied Logan to the least and the books were in alphabetical order. Already, Logan could tell Snape was a clean person, earning pluses from her.

Snape strode in, long black cloak flowing behind him. He stood in the front of the class, frowning at the class. Professor Snape was a very intimidating creature…if you were Neville. Logan on the other hand though he was another sadistic teacher who liked to see his students cringe when he barked at them.

His eyes, like black pits, bore into his students. Neville winced, moving closer to Seamus. Draco sniggered at the boy's weakness, but he gave an admirable gaze to Snape when he turned his attention back to the teacher.

"You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art in potion-making." Snape paused to scan the crowd. "I don't expect you really understand the beauty of the softly shimmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses…I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even stopper death – if you aren't as big a bunch as dunderheads as I usually have to teach."

Logan saw him look down at Harry who was hunched over taking notes. "Potter!" Snape snapped, not gaining Harry's attention. Hermione nudged him and he looked up, looking slightly embarrassed.

"What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"

Logan couldn't see his expression, but she knew that the scarred boy was confused. Hermione's, of course, hand shot up, squirming slightly.

'It's the Draught of Living Death, how easy.'

"I don't know, sir."

Snape smirked, "Fame clearly isn't everything."

Draco and the other two were laughing silently. Draco was clearly pleased by Snape's attitude towards Harry and Logan, at the right moment, threw a paper ball at him. He looked back whilst touching the back of his head, a frown on his face.

"Let's try again. Where would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar?"

Now Logan was one the edge of her seat. She knew the answer and chanted in her mind, 'In a goat's stomach.'

"I don't know, sir." Harry repeated.

Snape's lips curled back, showing yellow teeth. Hermione's hand was now shaking slightly, anxious to be called on to pour all the answers out.

"What is the difference, Potter, between monkshood and wolfsbane?"

'They're the same. Not looking forward to taking it either.'

"I don't know, sir, but I think Hermione does though. Maybe you should try her?"

Snape frowned and his gaze diverted to Logan who didn't flinch much to his displeasure.

"Miss Wolfram, if I'm correct?"

Logan gave a nod, "You are correct, sir."

"It seems to me that you know the answers."

Logan suddenly got serious, "If you added powdered asphodel root to an infusion of wormwood, along with the other ingredients: valerian roots and sopophorous beans, you get a powerful sleeping potion by the name of the Draught of Living Death. A bezoar is found in the stomach of a goat and can save someone from most poisons. Finally, monkshood and wolfsbane are the same plant and goes by the name aconite also."

Snape frowned, "A point from Gryffindor for my dislike in Potter's words."

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All everyone had to do after a long speech was conjure a simple boil cure. Nothing to it and when it was time to add the porcupine quills, Logan took her cauldron off the fire and then added them; if she didn't, the mixture would melt the cauldron and spill all over the floor, burning holes in people's shoes. Logan was going to be Neville's partner, but Dean was taken and Seamus picked Neville who agreed. Lunar had claimed Hermione and dragged her off before she could say anything, so Logan was now alone.

"Everyone, look at how perfectly Mr. Malfoy stewed his horned slugs." Snape complimented, gesturing towards a proud smiling Draco. Snape seemed to favor Draco because the blonde seemed to get away with things other kids couldn't.

When Snape stopped to peer into Logan's cauldron, he gave a tight-lipped smirk. "Very good Miss Wolfram." He looked up when a fog of green smoke and a hissing sound which indicated a cauldron melting.

Everyone looked over at Neville and Seamus's table. The liquid was all over the floor, like predicted, burning everyone's shoes. Neville had gotten splashed in the mishap and cried in pain as painful-looking boils started sprouting on his face.

"Use my potion, sir." Draco said confidently, holding up a vile of his potion. Snape gave it to Neville and he drank it, setting the vile on the table. Neville screamed in pain as more boils protruded through his skin, these looking more painful. Draco gave a confused look, wondering how in the world he got it wrong when it was so obvious.

Logan rolled her eyes, collecting as much liquid as she could into her vile and forced it down Neville's throat. For more than a second, the boils simmered away into nothingness and Logan did a simple "Scourgify" to clean the potion up. She caught Draco's sneer and grinned.

"You alright, Neville?" she asked, smoothing out his robes. He nodded, "You saved me again." he said, looking right into her eyes. Logan smiled, "Don't mention it."

Snape eyed Logan's motherly attitude towards the boy and remembered what McGonagall had told everyone at the staff meeting. "If she helps Neville Longbottom, do NOT stop her. She's connecting to him and when female werewolves make a connection, they will do ANYTHING to protect that person."

"You stirred seven times instead of six." she said, directing this statement towards Draco. He sneered at her, "And how do you know." Logan shrugged, "I was watching you because I was bored."

She returned to her cauldron, "Actually, it works real well when you six and a half of everything." Snape stared at her, watching her turn her burner down to a shear simmer. The potion was soon bubbling calmly, a perfect burnt orange color. But only a potions master would know that you use six and a half of everything in a boil cure solution.

"Since you're better Mr. Longbottom, I suggest you clean the mess you made up before you lose whatever points your House has." Snape whipped around in Harry's direction. "You – Potter – why didn't you tell him not to add the quills? Another point taken away."

He turned to Draco, "Five points taken away from Slytherin because of your recklessness, Draco." Now, he turned to Logan. "And five points awarded to Gryffindor, for impressive work."

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"I can't believe he picked you of all people." Hermione said, sitting beside Logan, resting her sandwich in her lap. They had swiped some food and decided to sit by the lake in the fresh air instead of listening to Draco griping about Potions class and about how he wouldn't have gotten in trouble if Neville had messed up.

"And why's that?" Logan asked, striping off the meat on the bones. Hermione sighed, "I mean, you goof off too much which makes everyone think that you're not capable of performing complex tasks when in reality-" She looked over at Logan, who had juices running down her chin. "-you're a very intelligent person."

Logan wiped her mouth with her sleeve. "You're a very intelligent person yourself." she said. "But you need to loosen up, relax a bit. It helps the brain work better. If you work too hard, you'll become stressed or exhausted and you won't be able to concentrate." She wrapped her bones in a napkin. "That's why I come out here and do my work. It helps me think and relax at the same time."

Hermione nodded, looking out into the lake. "I think Draco likes Lunar." she said. Logan stretched her legs out, leaning back on her hands. She clicked her shoes to together. "And why do you think that?"

"Well, one, he's always asking about her and two, he's always staring at her."

"When had he ever stared at her?"

"Today, in Potions class; it was quite annoying how they wouldn't stop googling at each other and when he winked at her, I thought I was going to gag." Logan laughed which caused her to be smacked by Hermione on the arm. "If I saw him winking, I would've gagged."

The two were silent, until Logan broke it. "How come Lunar is always the center of our discussions?" Logan asked, taking her shoes off.

"Because…I don't know…what are you doing?" she asked, watching her friend take her socks off and stick her feet in the water. "There could be something down there." She watched Logan grin. "Won't know until it comes up and bites me."

Hermione stared at the water and the decision to do the same overcame her. She took her shoes and socks off, slowly dunking her feet in the water. It was cool against her normally warm skin and relaxing. It was no wonder why Logan was so calm all the time; she used nature to calm her down.

They just sat there, listening to the birds chirp and the wind rustle the leaves. It was all calming. "You must get cabin fever easily."

Logan nodded and laughed, "You should see me. I get so hysterical. One might think that I've gone crazier."

"Crazier?"

"Well, I am a loon." Logan moved her feet back and forth in the water. "Just ask Draco, he'll tell you." They both had to laugh at this. "Did you see his face when he lost those five points?"

Hermione continued to laugh, "I know; it made me smile."

"How did Lunar react?"

Hermione clasped her hands together, "Poor Draco, I hope he's alright." Logan went, "Aw, she's so innocent." Her friend on the other hand, grimaced. "I think it's annoying. She doesn't even know anything about Draco and she's nearly head over heels for him. And the way she goes on about Harry being such a good guy. And she whines about how she can't go up to Fred and talk to him."

"She's shy." Logan stated.

"I don't care." Hermione said, shaking her head. "I just…when you're not around, she gets on my nerves."

"You make her sound like a horrible person, but if you don't like her, you don't like her, that's all I have to say about the subject." Hermione smiled softly, moving her feet back and forth like Logan. She liked watching the waves she created disappear into the waves.

"You know…I'm going to build a boat."

"A boat? Here? At Hogwarts?"

"Yeah, why not? It'll be fun."

Hermione shrugged, searching in her bag, pulling out her planner. She opened it and Logan looked down at it, spotting Hermione's birthday in two weeks.

"I guess I have to get you a birthday present." she said as she pushed her playfully. Hermione raised an eyebrow, "It's not possible; students aren't allowed to go outside school grounds, well, without the permission of a teacher or escorted by one."

When she saw the grin on Logan's face and when she stood up, grabbing her shoes. "Where are you going?!" Hermione shouted, starting to get up when Logan started to run away. The green-eyed girl turned, running backwards. "I'm going to get you a gift!"

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Logan peeked into the Potions room, checking for any signs of a sneering Professor Snape. When she saw no movement, she walked in quietly, her footsteps making no sound whatsoever. Earlier in class, she had seen an extra room that Snape had gone into to fetch some extra ingredients. Logan knew all the ingredients to the Wolfsbane potion and she was sure she would be able to find what she was looking for.

She opened the door to the room and grinned a mischievous grin. She tip-toed in and scanned the shelves, feeling self-satisfaction when she spotted the wormwood needed to complete it. She swiped it, stashing it in her bag, and left, making sure to leave no evidence that would give away her presence.

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Professor McGonagall was sitting at her desk, grading papers when Logan came up, bearing an "innocent" look. She grew suspicious immediately when she saw that "innocent" look on Logan's face.

"Yes Miss Wolfram?" she asked, setting her quill down. Logan grinned, setting even more suspicion. "I need to go to Diagon Alley." she said. McGonagall raised an eyebrow. "What for?"

"Well, I need to get a gift for Hermione."

"I cannot grant you that wish, Miss Wolfram. Students aren't allowed to leave the perimeters of Hogwarts unless in the presence of a teacher." After she said this, heavy footsteps were coming towards her room and in came Professor Snape.

"In order to brew the Wolfsbane potion, you need wormwood, and I've just discovered that I'm out…" Snape looked between Logan and his colleague, raising an eyebrow. "Wormwood does not grow around here because of the conditions. The closest place where I can purchase wormwood-" He said his words slow and carefully. "-is in Diagon Alley."

McGonagall looked at Logan, who gave a cheeky smile.

"I will be departing next week. I don't have any classes Friday afternoon." He started to walk away. Professor McGonagall sighed, "Professor Snape," He stopped, turning halfway. "When you go, take Miss Wolfram with you."

Snape looked at Logan, who said, "Professor Snape, you and I are going to be shopping buddies!" The black-haired man frowned, turning on his heel and walked away.

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As Logan was walking to the Common Room, she heard the familiar cry of Neville. She stopped, spinning around to see a group of Slytherins surrounding him. A platinum head came into her view and she growled, taking her wand out. Her mind was telling her to beat the livin' shit out of Draco, but her body was telling her not to.

She reached a hand out, clasping it onto his shoulder, and spun Draco around, immediately getting into his face. "I told you to never touch him!" she yelled at him. He gave a nervous look, almost frightened.

She took a threatening step towards him and he took a cowardly step back, stumbling a bit. "You mess with him, you mess with me! You mess with him and I'm not here, but I hear about it, I'll perform so many hexes on you, you won't think straight. If you ever, ever, say one negative thing about him and my ears are around to hear it, I'll beat you until you can't even stand!"

Draco whimpered, turning around and running off, his goons close behind him. Logan turned to Neville, noticing that blood was pouring out of his nose which was sticking out at an odd angle.

Logan wiped the blood away, grabbing his hand softly. "C'mon, I'll take you to the Hospital Wing." Neville nodded, following her.

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Logan walked beside Neville as they walked back to the Common Room. The trip to the infirmary went…well… Madam Pomfrey had managed to mend his broken nose, but pain was involved.

"Hold still, this'll only hurt for a second." She took out her wand, lightly tapping Neville's nose as she said, "Episkey." The bone instantly straightened, causing Neville to yelp and grab his now unbroken nose. She had given him a bit of pumpkin juice to make him stop thinking about it, along with some chocolate.

"Erm, Logan…can you help me with my Potions homework? I'm not clear on the difference between Aconite and Monkshood." he said. Logan smiled, "They're the same plant actually. Wolfsbane is also another name for it."

"Oh, great, now I feel stupid."

Logan shook her head, wrapping an arm around him to pull him closer to her. He looked at her, gaping at her. "Why are you so nice to me? All I am is a dunce." Her hand squeezed his shoulder. "You're not a dunce. Don't ever say anything like that about yourself around me."

Neville went quiet, afraid that he'd say something wrong. He was still confused about her kindness towards him. Another thing that made him wonder was her constant protectiveness over him.

Logan was confusing, but he could live with it.

Because, for right now, she was his knight in shining armor…or better yet, his knight with a gleaming grin.