In the days that followed, the feelings of fear and edginess began to subside, and Hogwarts started to feel a bit more normal. The students that had been injured in the crowd were all released, and when questioned, most of them admitted that they hadn't seen the infected person. But of the two people who actually had been attacked by the infected person, they had told their friends of terror of that event, and those friends in turn told other people. When the Hogwarts students were comfortable enough to speak to those in other Houses, the gossip spread even faster. The incident had been likened to a werewolf attack, which had only increased the students' feelings of horror towards the disease.

Though the professors had remained hushed about the whole subject, the students soon learned that the infected had been a half-blood Hufflepuff named Wayne Hopkins. The trio remembered the boy from some of their classes, but they hadn't really spoken to him. Nonetheless, the confirmation that the infected was someone in their year, and someone they had personally encountered, was disturbing.

Rumours abounded. How had the pathogen entered Hogwarts and how had Hopkins gotten ill? Was it somehow his own fault, like many of the Slytherins insinuated? Or was Hopkins blameless, like the Hufflepuffs maintained? It was all anyone wanted to talk about. Many of the students fervently hoped that the issue wasn't serious. It was easier to believe that the adults had the matter under control. But there were many other students - mostly Slytherins - who were eager to spread fears and paranoia. One of the most prevalent beliefs was that it was Dumbledore's fault. The most bigoted and fear-mongering Slytherins were all too happy to tell their pureblood friends that the muggle-loving headmaster was dooming them all. After all, it was Dumbledore's fault that muggleborns were allowed in a prestigious school like Hogwarts.

Of course, Callidus and Harry did not subscribe to such beliefs. Anyone who paid attention to the news would have known that the situation outside of Hogwarts was pretty bad. It was obvious that the disease couldn't be contained indefinitely, and it made more sense to hope for a cure, rather than sticking one's head in the sand and hoping the disease wouldn't come to Hogwarts. Draco, however, was a different story. It wasn't so much that he meant to antagonize muggleborns. But he had been listening to anti-Dumbledore sentiments all his life. Naturally, Draco would be all too pleased to blame the headmaster for anything, if given the chance.

Callidus and Harry knew not to take Draco too seriously. But both of them found that the atmosphere in Slytherin had become incredibly uncomfortable. They were made sharply aware of this at their next ARMED meeting. As soon as they entered the classroom, they could see that the purebloods had congregated to one side, leaving the half-bloods (or friends of half-bloods) on the other. Euphemia Rowle, unsurprisingly was on the pureblood side. She did not even make an effort to appear impartial, despite being the leader of the club.

"Of course the disease would affect mostly muggleborns and half-bloods," a pureblood fifth year disdainfully remarked. "Their blood is already filthy - is it any surprise that it would only get dirtier?"

"Ian!" Rowle gently scolded, batting his arm. "You know that it's inappropriate to say such things in front of them."

"You're too nice, Euphie," a sixth year commented. "What's wrong with telling the truth?"

"Some of them are sensitive," Rowle replied. "We can't have their little feelings hurt, now can we?"

"Do they really have feelings?" Greengrass queried. "They're all so boorish! I would have thought that their contamination would have rendered them unable to feel."

"It's one thing to feel," a fourth year answered. "It's another matter entirely to perceive the subtleties of proper interaction. After all, even animals can feel."

"Ah, of course," Greengrass nodded, as if what the fourth year had said was a gem of wisdom.

Callidus narrowed his eyes at Greengrass. He suddenly found himself wondering why he had decided to avoid conflict with her all year. Because at the moment, he would have been happy to use any number of Dark spells on her. Unfortunately, now was not the moment to cut down her overblown ego - not when they were surrounded by antagonistic purebloods. But regardless of their blood status, they were all still Slytherins.

Soon, all the club members had arrived, and Rowle called for everyone's attention. "Hello everyone. Last week, we had all of you -" Rowle tittered, "well, almost all of you - working on animal influencing spells. While it's true that such spells are not as useful now as they once were, they are always useful to learn. We may not be living like druids anymore, but we are still surrounded by familiars and other such creatures. And of course, if any of you find yourself in the unfortunate situation of getting lost in the woods, you'll have such spells to aid you. I don't need to remind most of you but - well - some of you may not be aware of this, so it bears mentioning. It's important to know that using these spells to try and affect the owl post is strictly illegal. I know, I know - it's so obvious, but some of you have not had the benefit of proper education about such things.."

Callidus and Harry frowned, resenting Rowle's condescending methods. She favoured the purebloods so strongly, but instead of being direct with her biases and prejudices, she preferred to be passive aggressive. The boys would have quit the club ages ago, but the magics that they were learning in ARMED were unlike anything else taught at Hogwarts. It was, in truth, a one-of-a-kind opportunity.

"Today, we'll be moving on to another fascinating type of ancient magic," Rowle lectured. "Like animal influence, this is considered a branch of Earth Magics. These methods have largely fallen out of favour because certain people who were not born in the magical world, often find these methods offensive. It's truly awful, really. Earth Magics are powerful, powerful forms of magic, albeit difficult to control. Even muggles knew how dangerous and awesome such magics were. Many of them tried to mimic it but failed. They were afraid of our powers, and it was what led to the witch burnings."

"But at least they were stupid enough to mostly burn their own kind," one of the older students pointed out.

Rowle chuckled. "Yes - very stupid. What we'll be discussing today is sensory enhancement magic. I'm sure you can guess what sensory enhancement magic entails - any sort of magic that alters the senses; not only sight and sound, but taste, smell and touch as well. These magics don't necessarily always improve one's senses - there are offensive variants that can be used to blind your opponents, or make them think that their skin is burning, for example. It's a very broad and fascinating field."

The trio shared a look. This form of magic sounded like the sort of thing that could be used in innumerable pranks. As much as Callidus and Harry disliked Rowle, they found themselves leaning closer to listen.

Rowle explained more about sensory enhancement spells, but all throughout her talk, she never failed to jab at the supposed inferiority of anyone with less than pure blood. Not only that, but she also had a tendency to veer off into tangents about people she knew, speaking as if she assumed everyone knew them as well. Callidus suspected it was intentional. She seemed to like to find ways to exclude the half-bloods, while acting innocent about her own behaviour.

"The Selwyn's really took advantage of this at their summer solstice fete back in '89. Does anyone remember that?"

"It was incredible! They were the talk of society for months after! And I suppose we're still talking about it now," a sixth year chimed in.

"Anyone who was anyone was invited," a seventh year drawled. "I pity anyone who wasn't at Selwyn's fete. It was a fantastic display of magic. Truly remarkable. There have been so many copycats since."

Rowle nodded. "Yes, who would have thought to use a night vision spell the way they did?"

"What is she talking about?" Harry whispered to Draco. "The Selwyn fete?"

Draco frowned. "I was a bit too young to attend, so I only heard about it. But my parents went. They had created decor and as well as a magical display that was, at the time, unique. My parents said it wasn't that impressive. It was more flashy than anything."

"But what was the decor? And display?" Harry wondered.

"As the guests entered the entrance hall, their manor had appeared quite plainly decorated," Draco quietly explained. "People were less than impressed - my parents said it was all just part of the showmanship of the fete. But in order to enter the ballroom, a night vision spell had to be cast. The guests entered into a seemingly pitch black room, but with the spell, it was as clear as day - except different of course, since it was dark." Draco's expression became wistful. "I wish I could have seen it. Though my parents said I wasn't missing too much. I've been to some parties after that tried to mimic the effect. When you see it for the first time -" Draco's eyes shone, "well - it's like entering a completely different world."

Rowle's voice cut into their conversation. "So as you can imagine, sensory enhancement spells have many applications, and with a bit of imagination, you can create some rather amazing things. Here on the table are some readings I would suggest. For the more experienced of you, I would suggest full-body spells - there's an interesting one that allows you to visually sense lifeforms from any side of your body, offering something like 360 degree vision. For the less experienced, it would be safer to attempt spells related to only sight or sound alone. Those ones are much more basic."

With that, Rowle finished her talk, and the Slytherins made their way to the table to look over the various spells.

"I wish she wouldn't spend half the time talking about people we don't even know," Harry muttered, giving Rowle a dark glare. "It's like she tries to spend every single possible moment making us feel like we don't belong."

Draco gave him a puzzled look "What are you talking about? Selwyn's are one of the Sacred Twenty-Eight. Everyone knows the Selwyns."

Harry rolled his eyes. "I know of the Selwyns. Everyone knows of the Selwyns."

"Everyone in Slytherin, that is," Callidus corrected. "I highly doubt the Hufflepuffs or Gryffindors would know, unless they personally know a Selwyn. They probably don't even know what Sacred Twenty-Eight stands for."

Draco snorted. "Of course those ignorant fools wouldn't know. They know nothing about pureblood culture. They've probably never even heard of the pureblood directory."

"The point is," Harry cut in, "I can't stand Rowle. If she didn't keep the books locked away, I would just skip these stupid meetings and read the books instead."

Draco shook his head. "You're just being paranoid. Euphemia has never been less than polite. And earlier, when Jenkins was saying all those things about muggleborns and half-bloods, Euphemia stopped him."

"Were you even listening to her?" Callidus questioned Draco, wondering how the blond could be so oblivious. "She said didn't say that his words were inappropriate. She said it was inappropriate to say those words in front of us. Implying that she agrees with him that she thinks half-blood and muggleborn blood is filthy."

"I don't think she implied anything," Draco stubbornly answered, crossing his arms. "If she really hated half-bloods, she never would have allowed you into the club."

Harry narrowed his eyes. "I'm pretty sure she tried. She just failed. Ugh - this whole discussion is pointless anyway. You just don't get it, Draco."

"I get that you and Callidus just want to whinge about how unfair you think Euphemia is being, even though she's been extremely generous by letting anyone into the Slytherin faction of ARMED."

Harry's expression darkened. Callidus had a bad feeling that his friends would once again devolve into petty fighting. But somehow, Harry managed to rein in his rage.

"Forget about it," Harry muttered. "Let's just see what kind of spell we should try this week."

The older students were crowded around the table, and to Callidus's and Harry's annoyance, they were mostly chatting with one another rather than actually looking at the books. The trio managed to squeeze their way through, and riffled through the pages, trying to find an interesting spell to practice and learn. As Callidus looked over the various spells (some written with such ornate calligraphy styles that they were almost illegible) it occurred to him that he had seen some similar spells in the book Madam Filodoxos had given him. He resolved to take a closer look at the book later.

Eventually, the club members dispersed. Not wanting to bicker, Harry and Draco started talking Quidditch, so Callidus tuned them out, thinking about Madam Filodoxos' spellbook. His mind drifted, and he found himself wishing he had access to a lab like Madam Filodoxos' again. With a lab like that, he was sure he could finally solve the problem of how to effectively contain his vapourized potions.

Suddenly, an idea hit him and he paused in his step. Harry and Draco gave him a questioning look.

"Cal?"

Callidus blinked and looked towards Harry. "I just thought of something for my potions work. A really basic step I missed."

"Oh," Harry answered, "Okay."

When they returned to their dormitory for the night, Callidus quickly pulled out a parchment and wrote a letter to Madam Filodoxos. As someone who worked with potions for a living, there might be a chance that she would know about alternative methods for containing potions. Of course, he didn't tell her that his goal was to create a prank-related item - obviously she didn't need to know anything like that. But if she could offer some clue, it would mean a great deal of time and effort saved.

Once he finished the letter, he pulled out the spell book that his foster mother had given him. As he flipped through the pages, he spotted a spell that promised 'vision as sharp as an owl's' for a temporary period of time. He looked over the steps needed, and a grin spread across his face. It sounded like an amazing spell, and he quickly showed Harry and Draco who agreed that they would try it the following night.

The next day, Callidus sent off his letter early in the morning, before breakfast. Harry had decided to tag along, since he wanted to see his owl Hedwig, but Draco had been in a lazy mood and wanted to sleep in. It was a good chance for them to discuss Callidus's progress on his potions.

"I've finished the preliminary tests of the friendliness potion on rats," Callidus informed Harry as they climbed the stairs to the owlery. "I have a good sense of the dosages now, but the potion still needs to be tested on humans."

"You should have told me you were doing tests on rats," Harry whinged. "I really wanted to see it."

Callidus smirked. "They were, admittedly very cuddly. I've never seen the appeal of having rats as pets or familiars, but after they had been dosed, I admit they were - endearing."

"You should have brought them back to the common room."

Callidus gave him an incredulous look. "And have the focus of all the girls antagonism? Because an affectionate rat isn't quite on the same level as - say - an affectionate cat."

"Then what about toads?" Harry challenged.

"There's only one girl who even has a toad and she's a fourth year that everyone is afraid of, even if they won't openly admit it."

Harry hummed. "Then what about snakes?"

"Snakes are a highly respectable creature," Callidus answered. "And if anyone in Slytherin admits to fearing them, then they're fools. That said, I imagine there are more people who don't like snakes than they would openly care to admit."

Harry opened his mouth to reply but then an odd look crossed his face. However, Callidus didn't notice. They had reached the top of the stairs and Callidus called for one of the school owls, and told it that he wanted his letter sent to Madam Filodoxos. Then he looked over at Harry.

Callidus raised his eyebrows. "I thought you wanted to come along to see Hedwig."

Harry started. "Oh. Yeah. Hedwig!" The snowy owl swooped down from her perch and landed on Harry's arm, and he gave her a gentle scratch on the head.

"What was on your mind just then?" Callidus inquired.

"Hmm? Oh. I just thought I remembered something from a dream. Something about snakes, I think. It was weird."

"At least it wasn't another dream about trying to find that secret chamber you keep mentioning," Callidus remarked. "I always think you're having a nightmare when you have those dreams."

Harry's brows creased. "The thing is, the snake dream felt a lot like those secret chamber dreams. I can't fully explain it - it's not bad. Just -" he shook his head, "- I don't always feel like I'm myself."

Callidus shrugged. "But that's pretty normal for dreams, isn't it? I rarely feel like myself in my dreams."

Harry gave him a weak smile. "I guess you're right."

Harry gave Hedwig a treat before they headed down to breakfast where they joined Draco.

The day passed by rather quickly. They had had Transfigurations, which Harry continued to do very well in. Though it was hard to be certain, Callidus almost got the impression that Harry might be Professor McGonagall's favourite student in Slytherin. Harry almost always earned points of Slytherin House because he was usually the first to successfully transform his objects or animals.

As for History of Magic, that was as boring as ever. Draco and Harry were quietly snickering as they doodled animated pictures of the Gryffindors falling off their brooms in Quidditch, while Callidus attempted to be productive and work on a paper from one of their other classes.

The trio spent the late afternoon and evening working on homework, and looking over various other spells in Madam Filodoxos' book. And before long, students were starting to venture off to bed. Once it was past curfew, the trio took their Camouflage Potion, and sneaked out of the castle. The nights were starting to get chillier, but it was easy for the boys to ignore.

"You remembered to bring all the ingredients right?" Harry asked Callidus.

Callidus nodded. Many ancient spells were hybrids of potions, wand magic and rituals. For the particular spell that the trio wanted to attempt, they needed an owl feather, an herb called eyebright, and some blood. Callidus had also brought a small bowl for mixing the materials. They made their way to the forest, entering only far enough so that their wand light would not be seen.

Callidus pulled out the bowl, and sprinkled in the eyebright, which he then crushed with a stone, followed by pouring in the blood. Old forms of magic were fascinating, but he could see how such methods would seem disturbing to those from the muggle world. Using the owl feather, he stirred the mix.

After thirteen stirs clockwise and seven stirs widdershins, he beckoned Harry and Draco to come closer. With the blood-tipped owl feather, he painted a streak on Harry's and then Draco's eyelid. He then handed Harry the feather and had his own eyelids painted. Harry set the owl feather back in the bowl. Draco murmured "nox" and the trio were plunged into darkness. Callidus and Harry pulled out their wands and the trio uttered the incantation to activate the spell. Callidus watched his friends/brothers with interest and noted the way that the blood seemed to seep into their skin and disappear. His eyes widened when the world around him suddenly became startlingly bright and clear.

"Merlin!" Harry exhaled once he had gotten his bearings. "Look at how sharp everything is! Look! You can see the individual legs of the ants in that tree!"

Callidus and Draco looked to where Harry was pointing. Their minds were overwhelmed with awe with how remarkable everything appeared. With owl-like vision, the world wasn't more vibrant with colour. But it was as though they could see every little detail from the smallest fleck of soil to the tiniest veins in the tree leaves.

"This is amazing!" Draco exclaimed. "Could you imagine if we were on our brooms? We'd be able to see so far!"

Harry nodded in agreement, grinning brightly. From the corner of his eye, Callidus spotted movement, and noticed a snake slithering through the underbrush. His eyes tracked its sinuous motions. There was something surreal about being able to so clearly see what they ordinarily wouldn't notice.

"Hey, what's that?" Harry asked. Callidus and Draco followed the direction of his look. From the side of a tree, they noticed what looked like transparent rippling, like the wavering air above a fire. The trio walked towards the tree and saw a beetle climbing up the side.

Callidus furrowed his brows. "I'm not entirely certain, but I think that's a magical species. I don't know what that rippling around it is."

"Could it be - magic?" Harry speculated.

"But then, shouldn't we see it around each other?" Callidus pointed out.

Harry hummed. "Wait - let's back up. Maybe we're standing too close to one another to notice."

Callidus and Draco nodded, and they separated in different directions. When Callidus turned around to look at his friends/brothers, he could now see that there was the same rippling around them, but it had a much wider radius than the beetle. It was very obvious, now that they were standing further from one another.

"Merlin - do you see that?" Harry called out to them. "It's all around you! Could it really be magic? Is this how owls are able to find us?"

"I don't know," Callidus answered. "The book didn't mention this. In fact, I don't think I've read any books that mention being able to see magic." Callidus looked down at his arm. "I can't see it around myself."

Not wanting to awkwardly call to one another, they converged in the center. Harry knit his brows. "I've heard about auras and stuff. Could this be like that?"

"Wystan mentioned auras in his last letter - or magical signatures, I suppose. But I assumed that they had tools to measure that sort of thing," Callidus mused. "It didn't occur to me that people would try and study magical signature by actually looking at them."

"What do you think Draco?" Harry asked. Callidus looked over at Draco, and with his enhanced vision, Draco's expression was easily seen. He looked indecisive, as though something was on his mind.

Callidus gave him a suspicious look. "Do you know something?"

Draco fidgeted. "Well -"

"Well what?" Callidus demanded.

Draco shot him an irritated look.

"Tell us Draco!" Harry pleaded.

Draco's irritation faded into uncertainty. "Well - it's something that purebloods are aware of. But I'm not really supposed to talk about it because it's - hm - my father says that the more people who know about it, the more likely it is to be abused."

Callidus and Harry gave him a look that said: 'continue.'

Draco furrowed his brows. "I don't know much. Only that it's possible to see magic. Witches and wizards have been trying to find a way to make magic more visible, but there hasn't been much success. We have a couple of really ancient grimoires that claim that it's possible to see magic in full colour. I don't know of anyone who can do that though."

Callidus and Harry exchanged a look.

"What else haven't you told us?" Callidus interrogated.

"I don't know!" Draco burst out. "I don't keep these things on the top of my head. I hadn't even thought about seeing magic until today." Draco gave Callidus a dark look. "You're so annoying," he muttered.

Callidus rolled his eyes.

"Hey, look!". Harry's words broke the moment of tension.

Callidus and Draco turned to look deeper into the Forbidden Forest and they were suddenly aware of how much the air appeared to waver. Callidus wondered how he had even missed it in the first place. Now that he was aware of what he was looking for, it seemed obvious.

"There must be a lot of magic in there," Harry murmured.

Callidus agreed, but then a movement caught his eyes. He squinted trying to make out the shapes. His vision may have been sharp, but that didn't mean he could identify everything in the darkness of the forest.

But as he kept looking, he saw the movement again. A feeling of uneasiness made his mouth go dry and his breathing became shallower.

"What is that?" Draco asked.

"Maybe we should head back to the castle," Harry suggested, and Callidus could hear the edge of anxiety in his voice.

Callidus and Draco readily agreed and turned towards the castle. None of them made a comment about the quickness of their pace. All they knew was that their instincts were telling them that something was wrong.

A branch snapped behind them, and the trio looked backwards. With their enhanced vision, they could clearly see the looming form of a hideous multi-legged creature. It was a spider - an enormous acromantula that was taller than they were. Its beady black eyes were as bright as polished onyx, and it was covered in spiny hairs all over its body.

"Run!" Harry cried. The word snapped Callidus and Draco out of their shock and they pumped their legs, dashing towards the edge of the forest towards Hogwarts. Though they tried to stay close to one another, they still had to swerve around trees and shrubs that obstructed their path.

They were nearly out of the forest when another acromantula jumped down from a tree in front of them. Callidus cried out, and he was distantly aware that Harry and Draco had done the same. The trio ended up splitting in two directions, with Harry and Draco going one way while Callidus went the other.

Callidus leapt over a fallen log and wove through the trees. He peered over his shoulder and to his horror, the spiders were still following him, moving with startling agility. They did not just scramble on the ground, but seemed to spring against the trees, easily leaping over shrubs.

His mind ran through the list of spells he could use. Could he try a cutting spell? Or call up a mist to block their vision? He didn't even know how sharp the acromantulas' vision was. And unfortunately, the Slytherins had not been learning offensive spells in ARMED - at least not yet. He pointed his wand and shouted: "diffindo!" The spell slashed the giant spider's leg but did not cut the whole way through. The spider didn't even slow its pace.

Callidus finally managed to break through the trees onto the grassy lawn surrounding the school, but if Callidus had been hoping that the acromantula wouldn't follow, his hopes were quickly crushed. The giant spiders seemed to think that a tasty human meal would be worth the risk of venturing into the open.

Callidus's lungs and legs were burning but he didn't dare to slow his steps. As his arm brushed against his robe, he was suddenly aware of a lump in his pocket. It was the pouch of seed pods that Caiside had given him!

He frantically tried to reach his pocket, but the billowy nature of his robes made it challenging. Callidus cursed his luck. Finally, he managed to get a hold of a pod. He looked behind him and flung the pod at the closest acromantula. The pod burst open, and the acromantula momentarily faltered. Not knowing what was happening, it decided to continue pursuing Callidus.

Callidus managed to grab another seed pod and he threw it at the other giant spider. Then, despite feeling like his lungs were going to explode, he pushed himself to run faster. Behind him, an alien-like shriek rended the air.

Startled by the noise, Callidus failed to watch his step, and he tripped and fell. He pushed himself back up, and darted another look behind him. But the spiders had stopped chasing. Instead, they were using their legs to try and bat off the seeds that had covered their bodies. But it was too late - the seeds were doing their work by digging past the spiders' hairs and worming into their skin. It must have been painful because the spiders continued shrieking, and did not even notice that Callidus had stopped running.

Though Callidus was tempted to dash straight back into Hogwarts and return to the safety of his bed, he knew he had to find Harry and Draco first. He would never forgive himself if something happened to them and he wasn't there to help. He took a few gulping breaths before running in the direction that Harry and Draco had dashed off in. It wasn't long before he saw them facing off with a single acromantula. He could hear their shouts of: "diffindo!" and the pair of them had managed to cut off a couple of the spider's legs. But although the creature was injured, that only seemed to anger it, and it continued to aggressively try and attack Harry and Draco.

"Harry! Draco!" Callidus shouted. "Get away from it!"

The other two boys looked his way. Though they did not know what he was planning, they were quick to obey him, and they turned around and ran. Callidus pulled another seed pod from his pouch, and flung it at the acromantula. Seeing the seed pod burst (especially in such clear detail) was deeply satisfying. A dark smile crossed Callidus's face, and moments later, the acromantula was making inhuman shrieks of pain.

Harry and Draco made a wide circle around the monstrous creature and joined up with Callidus. All of them were still catching their breath, but Callidus could feel his heartbeat gradually slowing.

"What was that?" Harry asked, his eyes wide with awe. "Did you finish the gas bomb without telling me?"

Callidus shook his head. "No, it's something that Caiside gave me." He pulled a seed pod out of the pouch and showed his friends/brothers. "The shell of the seed pod bursts open upon hard contact, and the seeds will dig under any surface. It's pretty brutal -" Callidus gave Draco a look. "Definitely not the sort of thing to use on a person - at least not for fun."

"What? Really!" Harry examined the seed pod. "Can I?"

Callidus nodded and handed Harry the pod. "Just - be careful. Don't drop or try and squeeze it too hard."

"This pretty much saved our lives, didn't it?" Harry remarked.

Callidus blinked. "I suppose it did."

Harry smiled. "I guess we're even now. I saved your life once and now you've saved mine. And Draco's."

Draco's expression became surprised. But then he gave Callidus a nod. "I owe you a life debt."

Callidus shrugged. "We're brothers. You would have done the same for me."

"I -" Draco seemed to think the matter over. "Yes. I would have tried to do the same for you or Harry."

Callidus and Harry smiled, while Draco flushed. But the moment was quickly becoming embarrassing.

"Let's get back to the dungeons," Callidus suggested. Harry and Draco nodded in relief.