"I'm actually pretty happy about this detention," I whispered to Draco as we talked quietly in the silent eerie forest.

"Well, I certainly hope so. There is scary stuff out here, like-" Draco was cut off by an eerie howl ringing throughout the forest. "Werewolves." He finished, shuddering.

I closed my eyes and whispered the lyrics of a song he dearly liked and always calmed him down. For some reason, it's a song from a muggle cartoon his old friend Sarah used to watch.

"Thanks, Shade, I just love that song," Draco whispered, holding my hand.

"That's Draco's favorite song?!" Harry scoffed. "Don't know you like little kid songs like that. It's so unlike you, you know?"

Before Draco could retort, Hagrid finally spoke.

"Stop. Come on, take a look here. See this silvery stuff? That's what we're looking for. It's unicorn blood, I found a dead one a couple weeks ago. Now this one's been hurt badly by something, so it's our job to find the poor beast. "Hermione, Neville, with me. Shade, Harry, Malfoy."

"Alright, but we take Fang." Draco whimpered.

"'kay. Just to tell you, he's a bloody coward."

Draco looked like he was about to wet himself.

We found ourselves walking deeper and deeper into the forest. We have reached to the where it's so dark, we can't see a thing, much less a unicorn. Then I remembered a spell Neville used on me when he was trying to hex me but just ended up with a flashlight. "Lumos."

The shadows gradually retreated, melting into the trees beyond. What we saw next, was frightening yet breathtaking.

"AHHHHHHHHHHH!" Draco screamed before running off into the forest. Great. The sight in front of me had frightened me too. There was a dead unicorn on the ground, and a hooded figure crouched over it. He raised his head and looked directly at Harry and I. Harry fell down, clapping a hand to his scar.

"What's wrong Scarhead? Not having another scar imprinted there, are you?" I asked as a weak attempt at a joke.

He just glared at me weakly. I felt glad since he was the only one affected by whoever that was drinking the blood. Then he stared into my eyes.

I felt as if all the breath has been sucked out of me as if I was about to die. I gasped, landing on all fours, clutching at my throat. I felt as if I was about to faint when the connection was broken, and I could breathe again. I gulped the air greedily, thinking that I've never tasted anything so delicious.

Whoever that was drinking the blood flew right through me, and everything went black.

Quirrel's P.O.V

I ran away after the Centaur attacked me, breaking my connection with Shade Potter. Fleeing, I decided to pass through Shade, which wouldn't kill her, but will only make her pass out.

"Quirrel, you fool!" The man at the back of my turban cried out. "It's not Shade I want to kill, It's Harry! I specifically told you to leave Shade untouched!"

I flinched. "Sorry, Master, I forgot."

"You better do better next time at when Harry Potter goes after the Philosopher's Stone. If not..." Voldemort whispered threateningly at the end.

I gulped. "Y-Y-Yes M-Master." I stuttered.

Voldemort smiled or rather sneered before calling, "Keep up with the act. Good job so far."

I nodded. "T-Thanks M-M-Master.

Voldemort nodded. "Alright, we have an important matter to discuss. You know very well that Shade is sworn enemies with Harry Potter like Bellatrix Lestrange is to Sirius Black."

I nodded, it was pretty obvious.

"The thing is, I want Shade down the trapdoor with Harry."

"And how exactly are we going to do that, Master?" I asked stupidly.

"That's exactly why I'm mentioning this, you fool!" Voldemort snarled.

I flinched. "Y-Yes Master."

"That's where you come in," Voldemort paused for dramatic effect. "I want you to bring Shade down the trapdoor with you. Of course, tell her to bring her invisibility cloak. Don't want Harry Potter to notice her and report her to Dumbledore!"

I nodded again. "Of course Master," I said, forgetting my stutter.

Voldemort snarled. "Your stutter, fool."

"O-Of c-c-course, M-M-Master" I stuttered.

"Good. Now let's go back."

Draco's P.O.V

I ran into the forest screaming, sending red sparks on the way. What was that thing?!

"Hello, Draco. What happened?! Where's Shade or Harry?"

I mentally facepalmed. I left Shade there!

"Erm, I sorta left them there," I mumbled.

"You bloody bastard!" Ron snarled.

"Harry could be dead!" Hermione added.

I felt a flash of anger, red clouding my eyes.

"Yeah. Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived could have died. It doesn't matter if anyone else died, as long as Harry Potter, the school's Golden Boy survives." I mocked in a whiny voice.

"Now, now, let's not-"

SMACK!

I stumbled backward, clutching my broken nose.

"You'll pay for that, Weasley!" I roared.

"Oh no you don't!" Hagrid warned, restraining me from clobbering that stupid Weasley. "We've got to find Harry and Shade."

"Consider that done." A voice spoke.

I was about to scream when I saw a Centaur behind us, but soon saw that he was carrying Shade and the other Potter.

"Firenze!" Hagrid greeted cheerfully. "Thanks for bringing them here, we need to leave now though."

The Centaur, Firenze nodded. "The girl's unconscious though."

I felt my blood run cold. "Shade," I whispered. "Shade, wake up, please."

I sighed as Shade didn't move. but then...

"SHADE!" I cried gleefully as she woke a second later.

"Hrm... Where am I, DRACO WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR NOSE?!" She shrieked.

I jerked my head toward Wheezy.

Shade clenched her fists and whispered, "Don't worry. The Thunderstorms are going to take care of him. Meanwhile, your catch phrase?"

"MY FATHER'S GOING TO HEAR ABOUT THIS!" We shouted in unision.

"YOUR FATHER"S DEAD, SHADE!" Ron and Hermione shouted.

"That's what you think," I said, smirking.

"What do you mean?" Hermione asked.

"That's for me to know and you to find out." I sang slyly.