This is the chapter when you start to realize that their is something wrong, other than Logan's lycanthropy and OCD.

Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns everything, not me. I only own Logan.

Chapter 10

The Three-Headed Hellhound

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Thursday, September 12:

Lunar played with her cornflakes, her eyes wandering over to the platter of doughnuts. Ever since Logan and Hermione forced her to eat the week before, her wish for better, more filling food was huge. She looked back down at the cornflakes, swishing them around in the milk.

"Hey, Ravenclaw, I need to ask you something!" Lunar looked over her shoulder, to only spin back around, blushing. Draco Malfoy came over, resting a hand on her shoulder. She looked back up at him, blushing even more at his smirk. It was growing on her a little more every time she saw it.

"I need you to do me a favor." he said, letting go of her shoulder.

"Yes; what do you need?" she asked, standing up. He was much taller than her; she could already see him being a tall student for the rest of his Hogwarts years. She noticed how the other Ravenclaw first years were glaring at him.

"I need you to distract Wolfram, Weasley, and that muggle-born girl tonight. Make sure they get nowhere near the third floor."

"But why…?" She gasped when he presented her the single white rose he brought out from behind his back. Lunar took it, her fingers delicately touching the thorn less stem. "Don't question, just do and maybe you'll get more than just a rose…" He trailed off, walking away from an about to faint Lunar Calypsa.

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The next week had passed slowly for Logan. Homework was assigned and done and the normal complaining of Hermione about Lunar's liking towards boys. It was getting tiring of hearing her gripe all the time, but it definitely helped when Logan would zone out and not listen. The two had developed a habit of going outside and sticking their feet in the water, swooshing them around carelessly. That's what they were doing now while eating breakfast. Logan had settled for bacon, sausages, and a cut roll with eggs in it. Hermione settled with an egg sandwich and bacon. Logan often reached over to swipe some, but Hermione was quick and held her bacon out of reach.

"Finish your food and maybe I can possibly give you some." Logan narrowed her eyes, occasionally eyeing the meat as she snagged the last of the sandwich with her teeth and put the bones on her napkin, wiping her fingers on her slacks.

Hermione noticed all the scars on Logan's legs, wondering where she got all of them. Logan caught her stare, "Animals and I work a lot; the injuries add up."

Hermione smiled, "I bet your parent's hospital bill is pretty high!" Logan nodded, lifting up a leg to examine the scars. "Yeah, they're never too happy when it comes to my injuries. They're too busy as it is."

Hermione gave a curious look, "What do your parents do?"

"Well, my mom collects artifacts and my dad is a photographer, so they're basically all over the world. I had to stay behind though, for my studies of course. Sucks though; could've learned in different parts of the world." Hermione seemed to soak it all in and she really believed her.

"That's amazing; you're so lucky to have parents like that. All my parents do is clean teeth and take out cavities."

"That's cool."

"No it's not; I'm always embarrassed to tell people here about it."

"You shouldn't be."

Hermione shook her head, but she didn't speak. Her feet spun around in the water, her movements slowly getting faster and stronger. Logan stopped moving her feet to watch Hermione.

"What are you two fine first years such as yourselves doing down here?" Both girls looked up to see Fred and George approaching them, grins on their faces. They sat down beside Logan, taking off their shoes and socks, dunking their feet in the water. The four just sat there, staring up into the sky.

"Guess what we saw earlier!" Fred exclaimed. George leaned forward, looking over at the two girls. "Yeah, he gave Lunar a flower, can you believe it?"

"I can George."

"So can I Fred."

"So can I…" Hermione said, sighing in frustration. "It's only our second week and she's already got a boyfriend! And to Draco Malfoy, who would've thought?!" she asked herself. Logan shook her head and looked at the twins. "She doesn't really like Lunar." she explained.

The twins nodded, swinging their feet back and forth.

That's when the bell rang, and the kids sprung up, knowing that they were going to be late for Transfiguration. Logan's feet pumped under her and her hair flew behind her as the wind whizzed by. "I know a shortcut, Hermione!"

The bushy-haired girl was close behind her, her bag thumping against her legs. It looked like she was going to give way, but she stayed strong and the twins departed on their own route as they were headed for Potions.

Logan and Hermione stopped in front of a portrait with Damara Dodderidge on it. "Chops and Gravy." Logan said, bouncing up and down as the portrait swung open, allowing Hermione and Logan to run through. The green-eyed girl darted down the steps to another portrait, a portrait of Giffard Abbott. "Dragon's Egg." she said, and the man nodded, swinging open. The two ran through, running down the stone corridor, their feet slapping against the cold stone.

They dashed into the Transfiguration classroom right when the bell rang and Logan only hoped that Fred and George got to their class on time. People looked over their shoulders at the Gryffindors, who were bent over, trying to catch their breath. Professor McGonagall stood at the front, her wand out.

"We're not late." Logan said, slowly making her way up to her seat.

Pansy spotted her bare feet and pinched her nose. "Ew Wolfram, put some shoes on. I can smell those things from all the way over here!" she mocked, causing Logan to look over at her. "Oh yeah? Close that mouth of yours, I gag every time you open it." The whole started laughing as Pansy turned beet red from anger.

"Why you…!"

"That's enough you two!" McGonagall said sternly. Logan sat down, pulling her socks and shoes on and getting her needed supplies out after. Pansy was still glaring at her. Professor McGonagall flicked her wand towards the lights which immediately dimmed down and tapped it on the projector. A picture of a man turning into a bird was on the screen.

"For centuries, Transfiguration has been the most complex type of magic for people to learn and control, even the most famous Transfiguration users sometimes has a difficult time maintaining the power Transfiguration bestows." She gestured towards the screen. "For instance, Animagi is a type of magic that takes a considerable amount of time to learn. It took me four years to learn how to transform into an animal, and another two to try and maintain my mind during transformations."

She pointed her wand at the projector and it switched to a picture of a match and an arrow pointing to a needle. "But for beginners like you, you stick to simple Transfiguration, such as transforming a match to a needle."

She tapped the projector and it turned off, moving it towards the back of the room. The screen rolled up and out of the way as Prof. McGonagall moved to the front of the room, pulling up a stand with a small match on it. Next, she pulled down a magnifying glass to where everyone could see it from their seats.

"All you have to do is to lift your wand slightly and bring it back down to where it's barely touching the match and imagine it transforming into a needle. That's basically what Transfiguration is: imaginary depicting."

McGonagall followed her own instructions and her students watched in awe as the match morphed into a needle right before their eyes. Logan heard Ron mutter "Cool." behind her and she smirked, watching the needle change back into the match when her teacher tapped it.

"Transfiguration can last for years if you wanted it to. Philosophers wondered if a transformed object can stay in their changed form since people can stay in their animal form. So a woman by the name of Audrey Abraham transformed a regular old chair into a lamp. It stayed in that form and even when she died, it still stayed as a lamp."

McGonagall whipped her wand towards a box of matches. The matches floated out of the box, on resting in front of each person and then returning to the desk. "Now, just imagine the transformation. Some of you may pick it up quickly, but some might take awhile to get used to it."

"I'll probably get it on the very first try." Draco boasted, making his followers agree. McGonagall lifted an eyebrow, "Mr. Malfoy," She gestured towards him. "Why don't you demonstrate your intelligence for us?" She looked over at Logan, giving a smirk to the grinning student.

Draco looked down at the match and tapped it lightly with his wand. It didn't transform at all. Logan laughed, "C'mon Draco, I thought you were going to succeed on your first try." Logan mocked, receiving a sneer from all the Slytherins. Oh no, she just mocked their precious Slytherin Prince!

"Shut it, Wolfram!"

"I could, but I'm not."

Everyone watched as Hermione tapped her match and it turned a quarter of the way. Hermione beamed, tapping the match once more and it turned into a needle halfway. Once more and it was a whole needle which McGonagall looked upon with a satisfied look on her face.

"Nicely done Miss Granger, ten points to Gryffindor!" Hermione looked over at Logan and they gave each other a low five. Logan looked over at Draco, who gave her a scowl and turned back to his work.

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It was after classes when she decided to move in. Ron, Hermione, and Logan were all sitting at the Gryffindor table when she walked up. "Hey guys!" Lunar chirped. Hermione didn't bother to acknowledge her presence and Ron simply waved, turning back to his Potions homework he still had to do. He was copying Logan's essay on wolfsbane and the similar.

"Where's Harry?" she asked, sitting beside Logan. Here, at the Gryffindor table, it seemed no one really minded if she, a Ravenclaw, sat there or not. But if she sat at the Slytherin table for some reason, she'd be the center of attention. Kind of weird…

"He's with Oliver Wood, the Gryffindor Quidditch Captain. He's showing Harry the equipment and stuff." Logan said, reading over today's homework. They all seemed kind of out of it…

"Come on guys, let's go outside! It's a beautiful day out today!" She gestured towards the windows, small droplets of rain pounding against the glass. Logan lifted a curious eyebrow and Ron gave her a funny look. Hermione looked up now, "It's raining."

Lunar blushed, her plan slowly failing already. "Well, um, l-let's do something tonight." she said. This got everyone's attention. "We have a curfew. We could get caught." Hermione stated, like it was totally obvious.

"Not if we're sneaky about it." This was a new side of Lunar that they hadn't experienced yet. Here was this girl: a shy, gentle, and always blushing girl looking to be out after curfew, breaking the rules. "What do you have in mind?" Logan asked. Lunar smiled, "A midnight study session."

"What about Harry?" Ron asked.

"I'm sure he has other things to do. He is the most famous boy in school, you know." Lunar didn't give any time to the others to answer. "Okay, meet me in the library at midnight tonight; we'll study for Potions class tomorrow. I heard that we're going to be making a burn-healing paste."

The three Gryffindors watched as she walked away. They exchanged looks and the two girls nodded, knowing exactly what was going on.

"C'mon Ron," Logan said, standing up, gathering her things. Hermione was getting up also and the three left, a nervous Lunar watching them from the Ravenclaw table.

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They found Harry walking with Oliver Wood as they talked about the different plays of Quidditch. Harry seemed happy to see them as he smiled, wondering what the urgency was all about.

"Harry, we need to talk to you about something!" Logan said, stopping in front of him. He raised an eyebrow, "What wrong?" he questioned. The three were out of breath. There was so much running involved with everything today.

"Okay, last week, Hermione and I, we were sitting near the lake when Draco and his goons came up and started talking about having a duel with you tonight at midnight." Logan said, after catching her breath. Hermione nodded, "And we think Lunar has a spot in this whole thing."

Logan stood up straight, remembering the news that the twins gave them. She snapped her fingers, "That's it! That's why Draco gave her the flower!"

"Draco…?" Harry asked. "Draco…giving Lunar a flower?"

The two girls nodded, staring at him. "So…what are you going to do?" Ron asked. Harry looked up at Oliver, who nodded. "Go for it Harry; I've met Draco before and I don't really like him and if he's using people, accept that duel."

Harry looked back at his friends and nodded, "It's on."

Oliver gave a squeeze on Harry's shoulder before nodding. He smiled at the others and left. Hermione gave Logan a funny look.

"Logan…are you…blushing?"

"Of course not! Why would I be blushing?!"

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Midnight…

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Draco had indeed asked Harry to meet him for a duel and so the scarred boy followed the blonde. Logan, Hermione, and Ron met Lunar in the library, ready for the study session, but it wasn't going to last long.

Lunar was sitting in the far back at a table that was well hidden from plain sight. The three Gryffindors came and sat down, getting their books out. Lunar was getting hers out when the three snapped theirs shut, putting them in their bags again. Lunar was giving them an odd look.

"That was a great study session, wasn't it Ron?"

"I'd say; I learned a lot, did you Hermione?"

"Yes I did Ron." They turned to Lunar. "Good-bye Lunar." they said together, and left, leaving a confused Lunar. She looked around, shivering at how creepy the library was at night and gathered her things, sauntering out of the library, feeling like a failure.

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Draco led Harry to the forbidden corridor, knowing that Potter would be too busy concentrating on what spells to use rather than the sign with the huge X on it. Draco held the door open, not wanting Potter to see the front and closed it behind them, smirking as Potter waited for him.

"Where are we doing this, Malfoy?" he asked.

Draco's smirk turned into a devious smile. "Not the brightest crayon in the box, are we Potter?" He gestured towards the room, "We're dueling right here."

Harry nodded, walking to the other side of the room, falling right into his trap. Potter stopped right on the piece of floor he was supposed to be on, and Draco pressed his hand against a brick on the wall, the brick slowly sinking into the wall. He watched the floor beneath Potter give way and the scarred boy fell through, landing in a pit that was too high for him to get out of.

"Excellent, this is how it should be: you looking up at me and me looking down on you!" He laughed when Harry gritted his teeth, obviously frustrated and embarrassed that he fell for such an old trap.

"Well, I'm tired and should get back to the common room unlike you. Poor, poor Potter, out of bed at night and wandering in the forbidden corridor. I bet Filch would love for you to be expelled and now that I mention it, so would I!"

"Malfoy, you'll pay for this!"

"I'm sorry; my money only purchases things that benefit me. You, on the other hand, are merely a nuisance to me. Farewell, Potter!" Malfoy said his name with venom and he walked away, a scowl on his face.

Harry looked up helplessly, wishing there was a spell that could have him grow wings and fly out.

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Logan took Harry's robes, bringing them to her nose and taking a deep breath. Nothing complex, just the mix of something like chocolate. She lifted her nose to the air and took another deep breath, catching the same scent and it lead out of the boy's dormitory. She was sure to stay silent as she crept out of the dorms and hurried down the spiral staircase.

The scent led her out of the Common Room, her friends trailing close behind her. Logan looked in all directions, making sure that there were no Prefects around anywhere and hurried down the Grand Staircase, following the scent all the way to the Forbidden corridor. "He's in here." she said. Hermione read the sign, looking at Logan.

"Are you sure?"

"Positive."

Logan opened the door, gritting her teeth at the creak it made and rushed the other two in, scanning the staircase for lingering Prefects, teachers, or a grumbling Filch with his red-eyed cat, Mrs. Norris.

When the coast was clear, Logan closed the door behind her. The scent was heavy in the corridor, but it was mixed with something else. Expensive smelling cologne rafted through the air, mixing with the chocolate smell. The aroma made Logan want to gag and she held her cupped hand over her nose, walking further into the corridor.

Hermione and Ron were kneeling on the floor when she approached them. A hole was in the middle of the floor and there was Harry, at the bottom. Logan pushed into the middle, sticking her hand down for Harry to grab and she pulled him up with the help of Hermione and Ron.

"Malfoy set me up." he said. The three said, "We know." together, making Harry frown. They all looked up when they heard a meow come from the other side of the door. The four then heard, "What is it Mrs. Norris? Troublemakers at large?"

They scrambled up, running down the corridor, shoes making hard noises against the stone floor. They heard the fires swoosh up every time they passed a lantern, giving a dead giveaway to filch and his cat. Logan grinned when a door came into her view. Ron struggled with the lock, throwing the handle down in utter frustration.

"It's locked!"

"Oh move over!" Hermione demanded, shoving Ron out of the way. She pointed her wand at the door handle. "Alohomora." There was a clicking noise and she opened the door, the four quickly running in and closing the door behind them. They listened as Filch's footsteps approached the door, but after a grunt, faded away until the noise disappeared.

Hermione and Harry moved away from the door. The black-haired boy gave a curious look. "I wonder why it was locked." he stated. Logan looked up to see a frightened Ron.

"I have an idea." He pointed upwards and all three looked up to see a huge, three-headed hellhound, yawning, stretching, and slowly opening its eyes. They quickly narrowed, and its lips curled back, showing six rows of sharp-looking teeth.

The three yelled, Logan giving them a weird look. Hermione quickly opened the door and the Gryffindors slipped out, forcing the door against the barking and snarling dog, bits of drool flinging between the door and doorframe. They pushed it close, Harry locking the door and they watched the door shake against the dog's headbutts.

Logan watched as the other three were all overcoming a frightened look and were slowly regaining their breath. "What's wrong, guys?" she asked. Ron gestured towards the door. "There's a three-headed dog behind that door, that's what's wrong!"

"That…was scary…" Hermione said, taking on last gulp of breath. Logan was confused now. "No it wasn't."

Harry gave her a look of doubt, "Stop playing around Logan, this isn't the time for games." he said. That struck her hard in the gut and she watched the three walk away, giving her narrow-eyed looks. She looked at the now calm door.

What was so scary about a three-headed dog?

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Draco stirred in his sleep, his eyes fluttering open. His vision was blurry, but he could see the silhouette of a person on hi night table. "What are you doing, Crabbe?" He squinted his eyes, but rubbed them to get the sleep out of his cold, silver eyes. He gasped when he heard another voice.

"Please, I'm not that fat." The person got off the table, walking until the dim light lit up their face. Logan stood there, a tired, yet serious look on her face. He sat up, covering himself with his sheets. "W-What are you d-doing here? H-How did you…?"

"Shut it," she hissed, the words coming out like a hiss from a snake. Draco's mouth clamped shut as Logan leaned in. "You were mighty fortunate that I wasn't there to throw you into that pit instead of Harry."

He opened his mouth, but the glare she gave him made him snap it shut. She returned to examining her nails coolly. "Now, I'm not as angry at what you did to Harry, but-" She leaned towards him until her face was a foot away from his. "-if you do such a thing to Neville, I will make sure, the rest of your years at Hogwarts…are living hell."

She backed away, the shadows engulfing her as she walked away. "Let that be your warning…and you better take it."

She left him. Draco sat there, staring at the spot where she once stood and gave a nervous look as he laid back down, eyes occasionally opening to check his surroundings.

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It was around three until Logan finally showed up, changing into her night clothes. Hermione was also awake, and she watched her.

"Why do you always have to crack jokes at such serious times?"

Logan buried herself under her covers. "I wasn't joking, I was speaking the truth. I wasn't scared." Hermione frowned, "Harry is one of the bravest kids in Gryffindor and he even admitted he was scared." Logan's eyes scanned the wall, flicking left to right, up to down.

"Take my advice and quit the tough guy act…no one's buying it." Hermione was silent after that and Logan soon heard the soft breaths come from her friend…or was Hermione her friend?

A tear slipped from Logan's eye as she closed them. Her bottom lip trembled and she wept, sobs coming from her throat.

She couldn't be afraid of anything because in a world without love, you had to defend yourself against everything. There were no arms to protect you or hold when you were scared. In a place with no love, you couldn't be scared because you never know when something might get you…when there's no one there to look out for you…

"I can't be afraid…"