Four words on a page. That is all I received back. Four little words. I suppose it makes sense; he is keeping the dialog open but is keeping himself behind a wall of distrust.

Theo Nott,

You are smart, so I will guide you to the right direction.

In the library, section twelve, row eight, and sitting on shelf four; there is a potions book called, Brewing Arts.

There is a potion in those pages called, Puer Perierat. Research it.

Hopefully you come to the same conclusion.

Till next time,

H.J.G

As much as I just want to address this directly, his level of paranoia is almost rival to Harry's.

I tuck the letter away and pull out my DADA homework when I see Harry's disheveled appearance round the corner to my little study desk.

Out of the two boys, he was the only one that ever joined me here when it wasn't exam week. He worked in silence much like myself, but he asked for my help when he struggled, and he always listens as I rattle off wording for my essays.

Moments that we have together like this is probably why he is my best friend.

He sets his books down gently before he melts into one of the chairs; his head rolling back and his arms laying limp over the armrests.

"I had one class a year I looked forward to. It's the only one where you can actually practice spells….and now this woman is making the class completely book work only.

How are we ever going to be prepared to actually use any of this if we cannot put it into practice?"

I smile at Harry and set my pen down, "As shocking as this seems, but I do have to agree with you Harry. Essays are not going to help anyone if and when we should ever need these spells.

They aren't like charms, they require a lot of fast decision making, and a lot of practice to be able to use effectively."

I open the assigned book to us for DADA, "Have you actually read any of this Harry? It is probably one of the most outdated texts I have ever read from, and that should say something given I've read the vast majority of this library."

Harry just laughed quietly to himself before he slumped forward and bregudunling pulled out his homework. "Is it too much to ask for if this teacher would end up like Lockheart so we can finally get someone decent to teach us?"

"Harry, it's only been a week, we should give her the benefit of the doubt, at least till the end of the month, if not, I say let's take matters into our own hands."

"Yeah, and just how do we go about that?"

I smile and push my chair back, "I am sure with a little research I can figure it out, speaking of which, I need to go get a book to reference in this report, I will be right back. Can you watch my bag?"

"Yeah sure, but it will cost you a sugar quill."

"You know the pocket."

I turn back towards the massive rows of literature and wonder towards the DADA section; thankfully it was Harry that was watching my beg, he wont do anything but sneak a second candy. Not like Ron, he would have been opening every page trying to get all my notes for the classes we share.

POV switch / Theo

Ancient ruins are showing to be something of a challenge this year: we were assigned the term's major project on the first day of classes. It seems we have moved from deciphering to actually building our own mock ruin enchantment.

And although I have until Christmas break to think on what I want before class time is actually assigned to the project; I would much rather have it done and dealt with so I can use that class time to work on anything else.

I was walking towards the back when I saw the infamous Harry Potter sitting by his little lonesome: if Draco saw this, he would want to go over and tease the poor orphan about that fact. But to be honest, the petty rivalry seems a little tiresome and outdated after these past few years. I mean, there are only so many times you can fling insults of the same thing before it becomes meaningless.

Passing by his table, I looked out of the corner of my eye, and gold embroidery caught my eye: H.J.G.

I stop and stare at the seemingless insignificant bit of embroidery on the side of a school bag. I can hear that grating voice of Harry fucking Potter as he starts to question me; but to be perfectly honest, I couldn't make out a single word. My finger went out to trace the tread, but the bag was snatched before my hand could even connect and my eyes snapped towards the man.

"What are you doing?"

Ignoring the question I answer with another one, "Whose bag is that?"

Harry, as dumbwitted as he was, he seemed smart enough to glare back while he moved the bag out of my sight, "As if I would ever tell you."

He stood up and took the two bags he now had on him and left the table to disappear between the shelves of the library: leaving me to glare at his back.

This is the first hint I have gotten regarding those letters, and of course it has to be linked to Harry Potter, like everything else.

Draco will be tickled pink.

The afternoon of planned studies was abandoned after that run in at the library.

I had been brooding in my own thoughts trying to make the connection, but nothing was lining up. And now it was dinner time and I could not stop my leg from jittering while I was seated at the Slytherin table in the great hall.

I was pretty confident that Potter could feel my eyes burning a hole into the back of his head; but he knew something that was out of my reach. And that frankly is irritating.

Then the owls flew in and my gaze moved from the boy wonder to the creatures above, hoping to find those initials falling down.

And I did.

Without waiting, I plucked it from the table and made my escape back to my room, ignoring both Blaise and Draco in the process. I am anxious, and I can't wait for those two.

I was pacing the room by the time my mates came back from dinner.

This last letter was as elusive as ever, and it's starting to try my patience. This behavior of leaving bread crumbs for me to follow was starting to really get under my skin. Was this H.J.G really mocking my intelligence with this bit of half information?

The last letter that included the one written by my mother, should have made it painfully obvious that I am aware of her standing. A silly potion to prove it is a great idea, but at this point, dodging a direct answer is a little tedious.

"THEO!"

My attention was finally caught by Blaise who was just staring at me wide eyed with an exasperated expression plastered on his face.

"About time, we have been calling your name for the past five minutes, what in Merlin's name has you this irate?"

I toss the letter towards them and continue to pace, "I finally got a clue today, finally had something to go on, and she sends me this? Am I overreacting being frustrated by such a non answer?"

Draco spoke up first while he handed Blaise the letter so he could finish reading, "What do you mean you got a clue?"

"I was in the library this afternoon, and by chance I saw her initials on a book bag, next to none other than Harry Potter-"

I was cut off by the sound of Blaise slapping his legs as he doubled over in laughter and the letter laying limp in his hands.

"Wait, are you saying you haven't pieced it together yet?" he somehow managed to ask the question between fits of laughter, "Maybe she got the brains and you the looks!"

I glanced towards Draco, and it seems he might be on the same wavelength as Blaise, but somehow I don't think I will like the answer, seeing as his face got even more pale. Looking back at Blaise I just raise an eyebrow and wait for him to continue.

"Let's go over what we know shall we? Raised as a Muggleborn, she is a girl, friends with Harry Potter, has the rows of the library memorized to the point she can tell you what shelf to find some random book, and lets not forget she has two of the three initials of the H.J.C.

Has it sunk in on who it is yet?"

I fall to my bed: impossible.