Hello again readers. Another Friday another chapter. I forgot to mention last time that the Prologue, Chapter One, and Chapter two were self edited. Chapters Three through the rest of this fic have been edited by my bff Persephone Rosamunde, so Thank you my bff! You are the best!

Disclaimer: I do not own HP or KH, I just borrow the characters for a bit and play puppetmaster.


Chapter 4

I was not surprised to see Dumbledore did not appear to expect me when I went into his office. Before he said a word I was already up to the front of his desk.

"Is there a problem?" the confused old man asked me.

"Why did you place me in the Divination class?" I answered his question with my own.

"Did something happen?" he asked.

"I'm sure you know the answer to that, although I am certain I took you by surprise by coming here when I am supposed to be in said class," I said, my voice never changing and my face remaining expressionless.

Dumbledore wove his fingers together and peered over his glasses at me.

"She made a prophecy, didn't she?" he inquired, closing his eyes.

"As you knew she would," I affirmed. "She grabbed my teacup and not even two seconds later she is convulsing and spouting off some foresight that surely has something to do with whomever the hell I was. Is that why I was put there?"

"What was the prophecy?" he asked.

I repeated the prophecy to him and he had a thoughtful look on his face. He rose from the desk and started pacing his office.

"I would be lying to you if I told you I know what the prophecy foretells. I am certain that it has something to do with you, whether it be who you were, or who you are now," he explained.

"I'm sure that if and when my memories start to return the prophecy will be clear," I replied. "I apologize for disturbing you, Professor, but if you decide to make moves, I would appreciate a little warning."

"Your request is duly noted," he said with a smile. "Have a nice day."

"You too, I suppose," I mumble as I exit the room and headed to the Great Hall.

The first thing I noticed as I enter the dining hall is a crowd building at the Slytherin table, and at the epicenter is a smug looking Malfoy who has his arm in a sling and a cocky look on his face that is made worse as he is doted on by the sheep in his house. I look over at the Gryffindor table where the trio was looking over at Malfoy with nervous looks on their faces. I venture over to them and take a seat.

"What's with the crowd?" I queried.

"Malfoy made a fool of himself and is making it look like Hagrid got him hurt, that bloody git," Ron answered.

"What happened?" I asked.

They told me about their Care of Magical Creatures class. Apparently Hagrid had them looking at hippogriffs, a creature that, by description, sounds like some half bird-half horse thing. He had Harry interact with one by him petting it and then riding it around the area. As soon as he landed, the rest of the class tried to mingle with them when Malfoy insulted one of them, which resulted in that hippogriff scratching his arm. Malfoy then proceeded to play it up and act as if it had nearly torn his arm off. No doubt it is an attempt to cast doubt on Hagrid and garner some attention from his blood sucking housemates. I decided to ignore them and turn my attention to my dinner.

A little while after, we all headed up to the common room and we started doing homework for our respective classes. After spending a moment thinking about how I never imagined myself ever doing homework, I busied myself with it. I noticed that while the others tried doing their Transfiguration homework, they kept sneaking glances out the window toward Hagrid's hut outside.

"Well," Ron said, breaking the silence. "You can't say it wasn't an interesting first day back."

"I don't know if I'd call what happened with Malfoy interesting," I told him.

"That wasn't all though," Ron announced. "That crazy old bat, Trelawney predicted Harry's death in Divination this morning."

I looked up from my parchment and looked over at Harry who rolled his eyes, as well as Hermione.

"That old fraud couldn't make a prediction if she looked at the weather report for the next day in the Daily Prophet," she huffed.

Ron rolled his eyes and moved to whisper to me.

"She's just miffed that Trelawney told her that books wouldn't help her in the class," he explained to me.

Hermione gave him a look that would have withered me if I had a heart to feel scared with.

"There is still a light on in Hagrid's window," Harry said, breaking the tension.

Ron then looked at his watch.

"It's not too late," he explained. "We can go see how he's doing really quickly."

"I don't know," Hermione muttered slowly.

"I can go out onto the grounds," Harry grumbled, "Sirius Black hasn't gotten past the dementors, has he? Gnocx, want to come with us?"

I look up again and ponder a moment, before rolling up my parchment and putting my supplies in my bag.

"Sure, it's better than sitting here doing homework," I followed them out of the portrait hole. We didn't meet anyone on the way down to the entrance hall. I had just made it out the door when I was forced to stop. I looked back in the castle where I got an unmistakable blip in my senses.

"In the castle?" I whispered.

Unfortunately I was heard as the three stop and looked back at me.

"What about in the castle Gnocx?" Hermione asked me.

I needed to hurry, so I said what came to me first.

"I just remembered something I need to take care of. Can you tell Hagrid it'll be okay for me and good luck?" I asked.

"Uh… Sure," Ron replied, "what's up?"

"It's nothing to worry about," I answered as I started backing away. "I just need to meet with Professor Lupin. He asked to see me before curfew. I'll see you guys later."

I turned and walked away faster. They stood there, staring, for a few seconds before heading in the opposite direction toward Hagrid's hut. When they disappeared I started running up the stairs. When I was sure no one was around dark wisps appeared around my body and got thick enough to cover me before dispersing, revealing myself in my black coat. I pulled my hood up as I followed my senses to the second floor. I opened the door to reveal the long corridor leading to Dumbledore's office. I moved in and shut the door. The first thing I noticed is that the gargoyle statue that is in front of his office took on a more ominous presence.

I walked slowly down the hallway, but before I could get too far, black, humanoid, creatures started to appear out of the ground, as if the very shadows had come to life. Eight shadow heartless, in all their twitching glory, started to surround and circle around me. After a moment one of the ones on my left decided to lunge for me. I easily jumped over it and dispatched it with a fire spell from my hand. I landed in the same space I was, only for four more to lunge from all sides. I held my hand up and spun 360 degrees. My white bladed rapier appeared and the four heartless were nothing but dark wisps. The remaining two were together behind me, so I just dashed forward and slashed them in half before they had a chance to move.

With that group of heartless defeated I turned my attention back to the statue, only to realize that it wasn't there anymore.

"What?" I said before I was blown back by a gust of wind.

I quickly recovered and landed on my feet before looking up to see the statue, although it was now black instead of its normal color, had the heartless insignia on its chest, and it was in fact alive and flying. The gust of wind was caused by the beating of its wings. Before I could make a move it dived toward me and barely missed with a swipe of its claws. I rolled out of the way and swung my sword, sending a wave of energy after it. The beast rolled in the air to dodge it and dived toward me again. This time I was unable to dodge quickly enough and I was thrown into the wall. I fell to the ground, but was able to get back up.

I decided to end it before the fight caused too much damage I readied myself for the next charge. The heartless, being the mindless creature it was, did indeed charge again. I ran to the wall and jumped. I used my legs to kick off the wall and propelled myself into the air above the beast. I timed my jump right and landed on its back where I held out my hand that did not have a weapon.

"Freeze!" I said.

A small ball of ice formed and flew out of my hand, freezing one of its wings. With the wing frozen it was unable to stay airborne so it fell to the ground. I jumped off before impact, and when it crashed into the ground its frozen wing shattered into an incalculable number of pieces. The heartless roared in pain and I appeared in front of it. I called my second blade and crossed them in front of me. I raised them above my head before swinging them both down, creating a wave of energy shaped like an x. My attack hit the heartless, and knocked it back several feet. I followed it and, before it could recover, cleaved off its other wing. I then jumped on its back and used my rapiers to pierce the heartless's head. It didn't make a sound as it vanished in dark wisps.

With the fight over I no longer felt any heartless in the castle. I dismissed my weapons and banished my coat. I surveyed the damage caused by the fight. The only noticeable difference was an indentation in the wall where my body impacted when I was thrown. I turn to leave when I notice that I had an audience.

"That was impressive," Dumbledore praised as he with Professors Snape, McGonagall, and Lupin walked toward me. "Although I see that I will need to procure a new statue to guard my office."

"You need to fix the wall too," I added as I started to head toward the main staircases. "You don't the students to see a Gnocx shaped indent in the wall."

Dumbledore gave a little laugh as he pulled out his wand and muttered the reparo spell. The wall seemed to inflate to fix the indentation I left. I could feel Snape's, McGonagall's, and Lupin's stares as I left the floor.

"It would seem as if I left the safety of the school in very capable hands," Dumbledore told the others when I disappeared from view.

I stopped and forced myself against the wall, so I could hear what was being said.

"Are you sure it wise to keep him here, Headmaster?" Snape asked the old man. "We just saw what he did to that creature. Who is to say he won't do the same to the students."

"Nonsense Severus," Lupin stated indignantly in reply. "That young man's stay is temporary. What would he have to gain by turning on us?"

"It is trusting fools such as yourself, Lupin, that allow criminals like Sirius Black to wander among the common folk. Knowing you, you are probably hiding the man out of some past sentiment for the old days." Snape said, and I could hear the sneer that was undoubtedly on his face.

"I don't like what you are im-" Lupin started, but is interrupted.

"Enough!" the Headmaster admonished. "This infighting is something that we do not need. Now if you excuse me I believe I will retire."

At that, I headed up the stairs and made my way to back through the portrait hole and into the common room where the golden trio was sitting.

"Where have you been?" Ron asked when he saw me, making the other two turn toward me.

"I told you guys before that I had to meet with Professor Lupin," I answered.

The trio looked at each other with wary glances, obviously something was wrong.

"We saw Professor Lupin though," Hermione said. "On our way back from Hagrid's, we passed him and Professor's Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Snape. There was a ruckus on the second floor and they went to check it out."

"Yeah, I swear we heard something like a roar when we passed that door," Harry said, "We would have checked it out, but they came and told us to head here."

I kicked myself for forgetting that Lupin was with the other professors as I sat down next to them.

"We heard it too," I told them. "Lupin told me to sit in his office until he came back, and he went to investigate. He must have come across the other professors on the way."

"You're bleeding," Hermione said to me.

"What?" I ask, confused.

"On your face," Ron clarified. I took my hand and wiped along my cheeks, and sure enough it resulted in a streak of blood that I hadn't realized was on my cheek. I figured that I got nicked by the statue heartless's claw and not noticed in the adrenaline rush.

"I ran into Peeves on the way back," I quickly dismiss. "He threw things at me; I think one of them was a screw."

They seem to buy the excuse as they switched the subject and recalled their visit to Hagrid's. Hagrid was drunk and wallowing in his own misery. He didn't even recognize that they were there until he realized Harry was. He then promptly brought them back to the castle. After the discussion we broke off and went to work finishing our homework. I was the first one finished, so I bade them goodnight and headed up to bed.

The next few days were quite uneventful. I followed the routine of classes, meals, and homework and socialization. I learned, however, that Sirius Black had been sighted by a muggle in a village that was not too far away from here. The thing Harry was the most unnerved about was not the fact that he was spotted, but the fact that Malfoy made it clear that, apparently, Black did something to warrant a desire for revenge from Harry. Ron told him to forget about and assured him that Malfoy was just lying to rattle him. I was not too sure, and I am sure that Harry thought the same.

A week into term I had a Defense Against the Dark Arts class. That day Lupin had asked us to meet him at the entrance to the staff room. The class arrived, followed soon after by Lupin, who let us in. The thing that drew everyone's attention was a wardrobe that was sitting in the center of the room. Lupin then got our attention.

"Can anyone tell me what a Boggart is?" he asked of us.

One student slowly raised her hand. He gestured to her.

"A Boggart is a shape-shifter that turns into the worst fear of the person close in proximity to it," she explained.

"Correct!" he exclaimed. "Now, with that in mind, can anyone tell me the advantage we currently have over it?"

"There are too many of us," I answered immediately without prompting. "The boggart wouldn't know what to turn in to."

"Excellent!" he affirmed. "Now I want everyone to repeat this spell after me… Riddikulus."

"Riddikulus," we repeated.

"Very good," Lupin said. "Now I want you all to line up. When I open this wardrobe I want you all to imagine what it is that you fear most, and then to imagine something to make it funny. Laughter is the weapon most effective against a boggart. Now, allow me to demonstrate."

He then stood in front of the wardrobe while we lined up behind him. With a wave of his wand the wardrobe opened and a black mass appeared. The mass then shifted and shrank to form a glowing white orb that floated in the air. Lupin pointed his wand at it.

"Riddikulus!" he cried. The orb then turned shot across the room like it was a balloon that someone let go of before they finished blowing it up. The students laughed as it crashed back into the wardrobe.

"Now," he said as he let the first student approach. "Do as I did, think of something funny."

One by one the students faced the boggart. The fears ranged from snakes to people to morbid things like corpses; there was even someone afraid of clowns. As I was getting nearer the front I thought about my fear. I am incapable of feeling fear, so I couldn't say for sure what would happen, although I had an inkling as to what could. My theory proved true as I appeared at the front of the line. I noticed Lupin's expectant look as he opened the wardrobe. I was not surprised to see the familiar figure of the Organization's leader, Xemnas, step out from the wardrobe. The doppelganger slowly strode toward me. I raised my wand and let said the spell. The images from my mind applied themselves to the boggart and the people present started hysterically laughing.

The new Xemnas no longer had his silver hair, but bright pink, and his black coat was now pink with red hearts covering it. His face was now powdered white, instead of the dark golden color and his lips were covered in a shade of bright red lipstick. Satisfied with my work I turned and let the next student have at it. The rest of the class went incredibly smoothly and Lupin gave everyone points to their respective houses for taking on the boggart.

The monotony of school life continued into October. A notice was put up regarding the first Hogsmeade visit on Halloween. Harry had tried to get Professor McGonagall to let him go, but she refused him. The day of the trip came and Harry resigned himself to the fact that he was the only one of the three unable to go.

"Don't worry Harry," Ron said with a hand on his shoulder. "We will make sure to bring you some sweets."

"Are you sure you're not coming Gnocx?" Hermione asks me.

"No… I unfortunately don't have any money and I wanted to take a look at the library anyway, so it's no big loss." I replied dismissively.

"We'll get you something too," Ron called as they left with the crowd.

I told Harry I'd meet him at the feast before I made a beeline for the stairs. There have been a couple of odd things that have been nagging at me since the start of term. I arrived on the third floor and proceeded to head to the library. My reasons for going there had to do with Hermione and Ron's rat, Scabbers. I noticed that Hermione would disappear at times only to reappear hours later looking worse for wear. That and her schedule still had me vexed. I want to find out how she could be in three places at once, because that is obviously what has been happening. Now Scabbers is a conundrum. The rodent continues to look worse every day and Crookshanks appears to have made it its life's mission to kill the rat. That wouldn't bother me so much if it hadn't been for the fact that I could sense a darkness coming from him. I couldn't discern more because I can never get close to him without him scurrying away, or even going as far as to try and bite me. Ron just thinks it is because I intimidate him, and I am inclined to at least partially agree.

Fortunately for me, I ran into Professor Dumbledore of all people. Deciding to forgo the effort of research I just decided to ask the source.

"Ah, good morning," he greeted as he sees me. "Is there something you need?"

"How does Hermione Granger make it to three classes at the same time?" I asked bluntly.

Dumbledore was unfazed by my question.

"I have been expecting you to ask me that," he said. "Miss Granger has been assigned a time turner."

"I suppose the name explains itself," I said in response.

"Indeed," he confirmed. "She is able to turn back the clock in order to attend all of her classes, but she needs to make sure she's not seen, so I trust that you won't breathe a word to anyone."

"Noted," I said. "I have one other concern, Ron's rat, Scabbers."

I explain my thoughts and what has happened regarding Scabbers while the headmaster just listened. When I was finished he only had one thing to say.

"I don't know what to think about that, although I have a theory. I am not confident in anything, but I am sure that the matter will resolve itself when Sirius Black decides to make his move," the old man stated.

"I have a feeling that the time will soon come when Black loses his patience and decides to act," I said.

We converse for a little bit before he dismisses himself for a business matter. I decide to head to the common room and get caught up on the work that I have been neglecting in favor of indulging my curiosity.

It would soon turn out that my assumptions on Black growing bold would prove true.


Another Chapter down. I have started on Volume Two but I'm suffering from a bit of writer's block. Please review... Or I guess it's comment now... Just how many changes are the going to make? Anyway, I digress... See you next week.