AN: For those of you who have been asking, yes I will explain the importance of the bogart's 2nd form. The title has been changed so it' spelling is correct. And, yes, I did notice the misspelling before but I didn't know if it would affect anything else if I changed it. Lol. I'm still a n00b here :P

You should read this chapter carefully. Some of the details are rather important.Kakashi opened his eye when he heard someone scream. He withheld the urge to laugh. These wizards probably had never seen this much blood in their lives. Really that was kind of… funny to him.

He looked around warily. His eye had finally stopped hurting around 10 minutes ago. And now he just really wanted to sleep.

And they were all just starring at him. You'd think one of them would've done something by now. There were steadily more Gryffindors streaming into the corridor. Shrieks steadily made their way through the crowd.

"Um… could someone pull this out of my hand for me?"

Still more stares.

Well, apparently these kids don't speak English.

"Prefect Coming through! What's going on here? Why isn't anyone going I—"

Great. Another spectator.

"SOMEBODY GET MADAME POMFREY AND PROFESSOR DUMBLEDORE RIGHT NOW."

Why can't he just pull the goddamned knife out of my hand?!

"What's happened?" a few people pushed there way to the front, and Hermione, Harry and Ron appeared at the front of the crowd.

"…Hey guys… ya think you could give me a hand?"

Kakashi mentally sighed. Even these three were idiots. Ron and Harry were now standing frozen in place with their jaws agape, and Hermione had covered her mouth with her hand in a gasp.

"Um… hello? Guys?"

Ron was finally startled into action and moved towards Kakashi. He grasped the hilt of the knife and looked at Kakashi's bored face.

"Just do it quickly. It'll hurt less and my shoulder's beginning to cramp up."

Ron had to use both arms and brace his leg against the wall to pull it out.

Kakashi lowered the arm carefully, rotating his shoulder in the socket and then used his good had to apply pressure to the wound.

"Thanks."

"Uh Wha- what happened?"

"Black."

"Huh?"

"Black attacked the fat lady."

Whispers and exclamations went through the crowd.

"And you—"

"Helped her, Yeah. I guess…"

"EVERYONE GO BACK DOWN TO THE GREAT HALL." Dumbledore was there. Kakashi wasn't sure when he'd gotten there.

Kakashi moved to leave with the rest of the students but Dumbledore stopped him.

"Miss Granger, would you please take Mr. Hatake up to the Hospital wing? Kakashi, I will come and talk to you after I have taken care of everything else."

Hermione nodded mutely and latched onto Kakashi's arm. He looked down at her. She was holding onto him like he was going to keel over at any given moment.

They made their way up to the hospital wing slowly. Kakashi would have liked to have walked faster, but Hermione was still latched tightly onto his arm making it difficult to move. She kept on sneaking worried glances at him when she thought he wouldn't notice.

"…Hermione… I'm okay, you know."

She gave a start and then said "I—Oh. Why did you…?" She didn't loosen the grip on his arm.

He considered her for a moment and then a smile spread across his features for the second time that day. "IT just seemed like the right thing to do. Don't you think so?"

She was silent for a moment. Then she said, "You know, you and Harry are a lot alike."

He chuckled, surprising himself "Should I take that as a compliment, or…?"

"But you know…" Her eyes were set right in front of her and as they reached the door she said, "You don't have to deal with everything by yourself."

He smiled at her again and said, "I know that, but sometimes it's easier for me" and he stepped into the hospital wing.

Foolish little reader, if you want to read about healing spells then despise me, hate me. Run, run… cling to your foolish fanfiction ideals and survive in an unsightly way. Then someday, when you have this same wisdom, come to me.

Harry was sitting in his sleeping bag in the corner of the Great hall with Ron when Hermione returned. Dumbledore had summoned squishy purple sleeping bags into existence and ordered them all to sleep and then rushed off.

"Hermione!"

"Harry! No talking!" snapped Percy from a small distance away.

She pulled a sleeping bag over to the two boys and sat down.

"Hey." She whispered.

"So… what happened?" Ron hissed impatiently.

"Well… nothing, really."

"Come on 'mione, he most have said something!" pleaded Harry.

"He just said that it… that it seemed like the right thing to do."

"Nothing about Black."

"I didn't ask."

"Hermione!"

"Oh shut it, Ron. It's not like we won't talk to him tomorrow."

"Hermione…" wheedled Ron "Black's after Harry! We should find out as much as we can about him!"

"Well he's not going to try again tonight, is he? Especially with all of these people around. You can ask Kakashi what happened. I just don't think it's a great Idea."

"Well, why not?" Harry intoned.

"I don't know it's just a… just a feeling I have. Alright?"

"Ron! Harry! Hermione! No talking!" barked Percy.

Scene Change Time!

The day after Black attacked all the school was talking about was how he got in. It had called into question the safety they had all taken for granted throughout their time a Hogwarts. All day people came up to Kakashi and asked him about the attack.

About the twentieth time some one walked up to him and asked him about the incident it was Harry.

"Hey Kakashi,"

Eyebrow twitch.

"I was just wondering"

Clench fists.

"If maybe—"

"I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING! GODDAMN IT!"

Harry fell over onto his butt looking shocked.

"I was just wondering if you wanted to come watch quiditch practice!"

The young blinked in surprise. "Oh- I—sorry…" he said sheepishly.

Harry began to laugh. "No worries. I know what it must feel like with all of those people pestering you… Hermione said that you didn't know how to ride a broom so I thought you might find it interesting."

"Oh yeah, sure!" he didn't really want to go but he couldn't really turn down the offer now. In any case he should probably make sure nothing happened to Harry during practice anyway.

Hermione POV:

Lupin hadn't been able to teach the Defense Against the Dark Arts class because he was allegedly sick. In his place Snape had assigned a paper on werewolves. The information in the textbook was interesting, but not quite informative enough for Hermione. In any case, she needed to write a really good paper if she wanted a good score from Snape. Which of course she did.

She rifled through the books under W for werewolves in the library. She finally came across a book called Werewolves: Legend and Truth.

She flipped through the pages and two points popped out at her:

The first was that the wolf's bane potion made a werewolf simply feel ill during the full moon as opposed to transforming into a wolf.

The second was a informational account of the legend of the white werewolf; the White Fang.

Time skip and Harry POV:

It was the day of the quiditch match against Hufflepuff. He looked up at the rainy ceiling of the great hall and sighed. He doubted he'd be able to see in the rain. He gloomily munched on a piece of toast and then headed down to the quiditch pitch.

Yesterday had been an excellent practice. Afterwards he had lent Kakashi his Nimbus 2000 and given him a few pointers on how to direct it. It hadn't taken long for the other boy to pick it up.

The white-haired boy zoomed around the field a few times and did a loop in the air.

"Hey! You're pretty good!"

Kakashi, in the midst of a dive merely nodded.

It began to rain, drizzling at first and then a steady downpour drenched the two.

Kakashi came in for a perfect landing, even in the mud.

"Maa, now we're both soaked!"

"Yeah, I guess we should go in anyway. I need to get a good rest before the game."

Kakashi nodded.

Even though they had gone in a fallen asleep nearly instantly Harry still felt much too tired.

He trudged down to the field, through the mud and wondered idly how sick he was going to get from playing in the rain.

Scene Change!

Kakashi, Hermione and Ron took their seats in the Gryffindor side of the giant bleachers set up around the Quiditch field.

The game wasn't going well for the Gryffindor team. Harry had already been hit by two bludgers and few on his team were fairing much better.

"He can't see!" Exclaimed Hermione. "His glasses are getting covered in water!"

Suddenly, the Gryffindor team captain—Kakashi thought he remembered his name being "Woof"—motioning for his team to join him on the quiditch pitch.

Hermione leaned over the bar that was all the separated the bleachers from 30 meters of open air and then proclaimed, " I'm gonna go see if I can help." And rushed off.

Ron and Kakashi watched from their seats as Hermione reached the team and cast a spell on Harry's glasses. Then the whistle blew again and the team took off. Hermione walked over to the side of the arena and leaned up against the wall to watch the remainder of the game.

" Genius!" Ron cried. "What would we do without her?"

The spell, Kakashi now came to realize, was an impervious spell to make Harry's glasses waterproof.

The game went on for a while and Kakashi was beginning to become bored when someone shouted "Diggory's spotted the snitch!" and the entire section of stands filled with Gryffindors stood up. He watched attentively as Harry shot after the snitch and then wave of sudden cold washed over him.

The world went silent but he could still see Ron and the others cheering madly. He looked down at the field again and his eyes widened.

Dementors.

Ron POV:

Harry was falling. Falling. Falling fast. Bloody hell. He screamed. Other people were screaming too. He couldn't really understand what they were saying. He turned and started to run towards the steps, even knowing there were too many of them for him to make it on time.

Kakashi was blocking the way.

He screamed at him. But Kakashi wasn't looking at him. He was staring down at the field.

"MOVE!"

Kakashi's grip tightened on the railing. His knuckes were white, his eyes wide.

"GODDAMN IT MOVE!"

The other boy's body tensed. He leaned over the railing even more.

"NOW, KAKASHI! HE'LL DIE!"

Without a word, Kakashi launched himself off of the stands.

AN: So, I want to know if you think I should reveal Kakashi's past to Hermione before I reveal it to the boys. I already know what I'm doing with Obito but not everything else. Leave your vote with you review

THIS IS NOT GOING TO BE KAKAXHERMIONE. I just think there's a lot more to Hermione than Harry and Ron notice.

Sorry for the cliffie!