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The scene of horror changed. It was now a little baby, with the same yellow hair the eyeless man had had. The little boy was crying, his small arms flailing around. How was this funny? Kakashi was standing there, mutely starring at the child, eyes still wide, arm stretched out as if to ward away something. He was still trembling.

Maybe I should say something… Hermione fretted.

Harry, stepped forward, to take his turn with the Bogart, but Lupin interjected,

"Neville, if you would care to finish it off." With the help of professor Lupin they ushered it back into the tiny wardrobe. "Alright then. Class dismissed." Most of her classmates ambled out the door, chattering excitedly about the lesson.

She too made her way to the door, but stopped. Kakashi was still standing in the middle of the room, his arm now hanging limply at his side.

"Kakashi… It's time to go. It's dinner time." He looked up at her.

His eyes reminded her all too much of the yellow-haired man's eyeless sockets—empty and terrifying.

He nodded and followed her out of the room.

"…That's a really cool wand. What's its core made of?"

"…A white werewolves fang."

"Really? I've never heard of using those." I've never heard of one of those period. I'll have to look them up.

He did not reply.

"Are you… alright?" He nodded stiffly.

When she entered the great hall he was no longer behind her. She hadn't heard him leave.

Does he have a… No, that's not possible.

Regular POV:

A boy ran across the Hogwarts grounds, towards some unseen goal. He stumbled on a tree root and quickly got to his feet, hands pushing off the ground like an animal's paw.

Screaming echoed across the Lake.

Hermione POV:

Harry and Ron were chattering about the lesson.

"I thought it was really cool, how that spider just fell over like that!" chirped Ron enthusiastically.

"Yeah, it was, but I wonder why Professor Lupin didn't let me have a go at it."

"Well, he didn't let Hermione go either."

"That's true, but he could have let me put it back in the cupboard, since I was next in line. It seemed strange to me. Don't you thing so, Hermione?"

Hermione started at the sound of her name "—Hmm?"

"Geez Hermione, weren't you listening at all?"

"I was just wondering where Kakashi went."

"Oh! I didn't even notice he was gone! He probably just wasn't hungry after the Bogart and all. His fear was pretty nasty." Well that was true enough. Both Harry and Hermione didn't have much of an appetite. Ron, of course, had already wolfed down three servings of chicken-pot pie and a pint of pumpkin juice.

"I don't know,.. I've got a bad feeling."

"Hermione, you're worrying too much. I'm sure he's fine."

"But did you see the look on his face?"

"Well, yeah, but I was bloody terrified when that giant spider came at me. Of course he looked scared."

Harry POV:

Finally it was time to go to sleep. He sat on the edge of his bed and stretched his arms out. His gaze fell on Kakashi's bed. He wasn't there. In fact, he hadn't seen him all night. Maybe Hermione had been right. But there was nothing he could do. The rest of his roommates were already in bed, snoring away happily. He'd been staying up late, struggling to finish the sixteen inch scroll Snape had assigned. It was nearing midnight. He just hoped Kakashi wasn't caught outside after hours and lost Gryffindor points.

He snuffed out the candle he'd been using and laid down, all too ready for sleep after a long day.

The door creaked open.

Drip. Drip.

He heard the sound of water hitting the wooden floor. Someone made his or her way over to Kakashi's bed.

Something in the pit of Harry's stomach told him something was wrong here. For an instant he thought the person could be Sirius Black, but then he realized how improbable that was. Even so, he slid his wand out of his pocket ( he'd taken to keeping it with him at all times since last year, and the diary) and whispered ever-so quietly "lumos." Light bloomed from the tip of his wand. It silhouetted the figure now sitting hunched over on the bed next to his. Kakashi was sitting there. His clothes were sopping wet, as was his hair, which was dropping down to obscure his face.

"Bloody hell Kakashi!" Harry whispered, half with relief, "you nearly gave me a heart attack!"

"Hey. Sorry." Came the monotone reply. With that Kakashi looked up at him.

It was then that Harry realized that he wasn't wearing the headband that he consistently wore pushed down over his eye. It was, instead, clutched tightly in the boy's damp hand.

What he had seen of Kakashi's face looked the same as he was used to, but when he looked at the other eye…

A pink scar started a straight line from just above the ridge of one silver eyebrow, and continued down past the top of the dark-blue mask that just covered his cheekbones. It looked fresh, or at least it looked fresh compared to the white lightning bolt shaped one that ran across Harry's forehead.

"Wha- what's that scar from?" He knew he shouldn't have asked, but somehow he desperately needed to know. His tones were still hushed, but somehow Kakashi heard him, and the hand not clutching the headband instinctively went up to cover the marred eye.

"I got it in a fight when I was a kid."

"Geez, can you use it at all?"

"No… It's gone."

"That's… to bad, Kakashi…"

Harry's eyelids were drooping again when he heard Kakashi shift again. The light from his wand had gone out has a drifted on the edge of sleep. He looked up and realized he was drying his wet hair with a towel. After seeing his eye, he'd almost forgotten that the boy was soaking.

"…How come your so wet?"

" Went swimming." was the only reply he received.

"Swimming? The lakes ice cold this time of year!"

There was a chuckle in the darkness. " I am aware of that."

Harry wasn't sure when, but he finally drifted into to sleep. Later he wouldn't remember that there was something else wrong when he spoke to Kakashi.

Maybe that was just as well.

Because Kakashi's protecting gloves had been off and Harry had seen—even as his eyes dropped shut—how he was holding the metal headband so tightly that his hand bled.

AN: I know it's a shot chapter. I haven't had much time to write lately. I should get some more done soon, and there's a lot of cannon HP stuff I'm going to shove in soon with a twist, so get hyped! I'm sorry it's so shot, but I think the qualities a little better, and at least there's not a super cliffy! I need reviews though, you guys who do really give me a pick me up so I can write! Every time I read a review I go and work a little more so give me motivation I hope you enjoyed the chapter!

Happy Holidays for now!