Izzy put the invisibility cloak on and crept out from behind the bookshelf she was hiding behind. She walked up to the table where the four troublemakers were sitting. It was surprisingly easy to creep up on them, because they weren't expecting it.

She sat in an already pulled out chair at the table between Harry and Draco and whispered "boo!"

Everyone jumped and wants were ready within moments.

"Who's there?" Ron defended.

Izzy removed the cloak confidently, folding it and putting it in her lap. "Calm down. It's just me."

The four exchanged confused glances before lowering their wands.

"What do you want?" Draco growled.

"So glad you asked! I want in."

"In?"

"Yes. In this group. I want to help stop Voldemort. I want to help protect Hermione. And before you protest," she said, holding up her hand to interrupt their protests, "I stole the Invisibility Cloak right out of Harry's trunk. I eavesdropped on you all for the past week. Even in Heritage Studies I was listening to you guys. So do you really want me not helping you out?"

They all lowered their wands.

"So it was you that Draco and I heard clattering in the hall last night?" Hermione asked.

"Yes! Apologies for making the noises. I've learned not to hide in suits of armor anymore. But what you and Draco were, uhhh, doing... that was some interesting-"

"You're in!" Draco exclaimed, cutting her off.

"Hold on, no no, what were you and Draco doing?" Harry asked, turning to Hermione.

"We were just talking. But what does it matter? We've got a spy now, Izzy was your name, right?" Hermione spoke quickly.

Izzy smiled. "Yep. Now, what's the plan?"

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There was no plan. They decided to reconvene after their Tuesday HS lesson.

The boys wanted to constantly have someone protecting Hermione, but she wouldn't have any of it. She protested until she had to threaten to not help them with homework for the rest of the year. Finally they relented.

All five decided to go to Hogsmeade together. as Eighth Years, McGonagall gave them certain privileges, such unlimited access to Hogsmeade.

Hermione and Draco were in front, and Harry and Ron were in the middle. Izzy brought up he rear, since she wasn't really friends with any of them.

That's when Harry fell into step beside Izzy.

"You looked lonely," he said in explanation.

"Alrighty. I don't mind company from the Golden Boy," she said, teasing him.

Harry sighed. "I never did like the fame of being The Boy Who Lived."

"Really?"

"Nope. I hate attention. And it automatically gave everyone this... impression of me. People expect me to either be heroic or they assume I'm snobby and don't want to be friends with me. I haven't even known about my fame for half my life."

"Wait, really?"

"Yea. I grew up with my muggle aunt and uncle and cousin. I didn't know I'm a wizard until my eleventh birthday."

He paused, frowning. "Sorry, I barely know you and I'm spilling out my childhood."

"No, that's fine. I like hearing about you. You're interesting." She smiled a little.

"I'm not that interesting. The interesting person here is you. How on earth did you manage to take my cloak? Which I will need back by the way."

"It was quite simple," she said, tossing the cloak at his head. "Although it was clever, hiding it near another cloak that looked similar. You really need to lock your truck better."

"I can't believe it!" He was mock offended. "You stole my cloak and are criticizing my security? How dare you."

She laughed, playfully shoving him. He pushed back gently, and she went to push him again but missed.

Izzy fell, but not on the floor. Harry caught her, spinning her around to face him. They both froze. Izzy regained her composure first, stepping out of his arms and blushing wildly.

He blushed too, but not as much. Luckily, Ron saved them.

"Harry! Come here, mate."

Harry glanced at Izzy before walking ahead to talk to Ron.