Hello, here is another chapter. It isn't Betaed but she will look it over when she is better, but I wanted to get it out today. Please review!

Summer was creeping over the grounds around the castle; sky and lake alike turned periwinkle blue and flowers large as cabbages burst into bloom in the greenhouses. But with no Hagrid visible from the castle windows, striding the grounds with Fang at his heels, the scene didn't look right to us; no better, in fact, than the inside of the castle, where things were so horribly wrong. The Guild in small numbers tried to visit Hermione, the twins in a state of panic on a near constant base, but visitors were now barred from the hospital wing.

Even myself.

"We're taking no more chances," Madam Pomfrey told us severely through a crack in the infirmary door. "No, I'm sorry, there's every chance the attacker might come back to finish these people off . . ."

I snarled, "You dare question my intentions, that is my bloody sister laying helpless in that bed. I suggest you talk to the Headmistress because if I am turned away by tonight this door will be blown back to Merlin himself," my rage evident even with the slight hitch in my voice.

With Dumbledore gone, fear had spread as never before, so that the sun warming the castle walls outside seemed to stop at the mullioned windows. There was barely a face to be seen in the school that didn't look worried and tense, and any laughter that rang through the corridors sounded shrill and unnatural and was quickly stifled.

Daphne spoke, "This is just a small touch of what is yet to come,"

I saw the twins talking to Ronald and Potter with Ginny close, we just make our way to them, Avery growling in frustration. "Potter, you talk to the spiders?" I asked he looked dreadful, his skin paler and his hair like a rats nest.

"Not as easy, we can't find them,"

He was dense, " Try looking at night look towards the Forbidden Forest," with those words said in such a condescending tone we left them, the twins following us along with Ginny.

Ginny sighed, "They really need to get their priorities straight," she was right Harry was this chosen one without a clue, he needed training not just Hermione and luck.

I was already up, "Hurry up, I've got to take you all to Herbology," barked Uncle Snape over the class's heads, and off they marched.

The Herbology class was very subdued; there were now two missing from their number, Justin, and Hermione. Slytherin and Gryffindor are mixed together, I am paired with Harry, Draco had Lavender and she knew he was in the Guild.

Professor Sprout set them all to work pruning the Abyssinian Shrivelfigs. Harry and I, went to tip an armful of withered stalks onto the compost heap and found ourselves face-to-face with Ernie Macmillan. Ernie took a deep breath and said, very formally, "I just want to say, Harry and Juliet, that I'm sorry I ever suspected either of you lot. I know you'd never attack Hermione, and I apologize for all the stuff I said. We're all in the same boat now, and, well -"

He held out a pudgy hand, and Harry shook it.

"Not a chance, Macmillan. You should watch yourself, Potter is more forgiving than me. Hannah," who had just come up to the same Shrivelfig as us, we embraced.

"That Draco Malfoy character," said Ernie, breaking off dead twigs, "he seems very pleased about all this, doesn't he? D'you know, I think he might be Slytherin's heir."

"That's clever of you," said Ron, who didn't seem to have forgiven Ernie as readily as Harry.

"Do you think it's Malfoy, Harry?" Ernie asked.

"No," said Harry, so firmly that Ernie and Hannah stared.

I interjected, "No, the Malfoys came from Iceland long ago. Slytherin was from Austria and Draco knows his family tree and would be blubbering it from the top of the Astronomy tower if he was long before these attacks," but I knew if any found out I was the heir all eyes would be on me.

A second later, Harry spotted something but I made no move to follow him nor Ronald.

Hannah stayed close but only to keep my temper down with Ernie near. He crossed a line with Potter spouting off at the mouth about Potter being able to speak Parseltongue. In a rage I let it out in a dramatic way that not only was I a Slytherin, but I was better at it than Potter, making eyes turn to me.

My most hated class, Lockhart bounded into the room and the class stared at him. Every other teacher in the place was looking grimmer than usual, but Lockhart appeared nothing short of buoyant.

"Come now," he cried, beaming around him. "Why all these long faces?"

People swapped exasperated looks, but nobody answered.

"Don't you people realize," said Lockhart, speaking slowly, as though we were all a bit dim, "the danger has passed! The culprit has been taken away -"

"Says who?" said Dean Thomas loudly.

"My dear young man, the Minister of Magic wouldn't have taken Hagrid if he hadn't been one hundred percent sure that he was guilty," said Lockhart, in the tone of someone explaining that one and one made two.

"Oh, yes he would," said Ron, even more loudly than Dean.

"I flatter myself I know a touch more about Hagrid's arrest than you do, Mr. Weasley," said Lockhart in a self-satisfied tone.

Ron started to say that he didn't think so, somehow, but stopped in midsentence so I cut in. "No, Lockhart you do not. I was there they took Hagrid as a precaution not because he was the culprit. You are a fraud by all means and a terrible Professor, you are rather ugly as well,"

But Lockhart's disgusting cheeriness, his hints that he had always thought Hagrid was no good, his confidence that the whole business was now at an end, irritated I just stare him in his eyes.

It was getting late as Avery and I dodged teachers with the twins, we are going to give Potter and Weasley a little cover by causing a distraction. The medical ward stood in front of us, I gave one single knock seeing Madam Pomphrey in her sleeping gown looking annoyed and worried "Miss. Black, you are out after hours,"

"I said I was coming back to see my sister, now here I am. Are you going to let me in?"

"I know you would not harm her, but my rules stand. NO visitors,"

I sighed, "I am going to end up expelled before my seventh year and have to go to school in the bloody states," she was already moving from the door knowing Avery and the twins have already placed a shield over the occupied beds allowed me to let a little anger out.

My Aunt attacked, Hermione attacked, pop-pop is gone, Hagrid gone in Azkaban. I snarled, "Bombarda Maxima," the words like ice as the door splintered as it exploded making an ear-shattering noise that would bring every teacher running. But in the aftermath no one was hurt, Madam Pomphrey was scared but not harmed, she just gave me a stern look.

"The rate you're going you will be expelled,"

We had a minute at most before they arrived wands drawn, Hermione lay there so still and pale, frozen in fear. "Soon Hermione, very soon," I whispered as the twins held her cold frozen hands when like I thought they came rushing in.

My Grandmother just sighed, "I should have known,"

"I warned her, I wanted to see Hermione and in no way should I have been denied entry to her," I played the part but I was now sure they escaped the castle and followed the spiders.

Uncle Snape spat, "Three days detention with me Miss. Black and Miss. Nightshade, ten house points from you all," I shrugged. "Get to bed now," he seethed.

I hated when he was here, he acted so cruelly all the time, so much anger but when at home on the Holidays he was so opposite. "Of course, we got what we wanted in the end. Come we should let them go about their business," I smirked walking from the room with the three friends behind me.

Fred asked, "You think it worked?"

George answered, "I think the ministry heard the noise and are coming, they got out brother of mine," but I felt their worry of Hermione and they felt mine, but soon the Mandrakes will be done.

Avery laughed, "Your Uncle is bleeding pissed at your latest fak up,"

"Yeah,"

But in the end, it was for the greater good.