You were completely torn, your house was going up against Gryffindor in today's quidditch match. And you couldn't decide what to make for either. Groaning in frustration and running your fingers through your hair.

“I don't know what to make! It's my house versus Gryffindor and I can't just favor the other! What am I going to do?” You whined dramatically making your favorite house elf Dana giggle. “Why not make same thing? It be easy and no one will know, yes?”

She asked putting a calming hand on your lower calf as you looked down at her. “No that won't work because one has to be for the winner and the other is for a “Way to go, you did your best!” kind of treat for the house that loses.” You said making Meek looked up from the sandwiches he was making.

“Why not make brownies and cookies? Both taste yummy and winning team get pick which they want.” He said making you grin and snap your fingers. “That a great idea, Meek! Your the best!” You yelled making Dana's younger brother grin and give you a thumbs up as you started on the desserts.

Rushing through the halls with two large plates of treats in both hands, you rounded a corner and stopped dead in your tracks as you nearly ran straight into McGonagall. “Oops sorry Professor! I'm just on my to the quidditch pitch.”

You chirped offering the teacher a sweet smile just as you noticed Harry and Ron behind her looking a little worried. “Ah Miss. (Last/Name) we were just on our way to find you. Please follow me.” McGonagall said quietly making you blink and nod.

Following the transfigurations professor down the hall you handed Ron the plate with the sugar cookies on it and turned to Harry noticing that he was in his quidditch uniform. “Harry what's going on, shouldn't you be at the quidditch pitch?” You asked making the green eyed boy shrug. “The game was cancelled. McGonagall won't tell us why though.”

Harry whispered just as the the four of you reached the hospital wing. Watching Professor McGonagall pause outside the door, and turn to the three of you. You felt a sharp pang of worry run through you.

“I warn you. This will be a bit of a shock.” McGonagall said worriedly as she opened the door. Walking in you saw Madam Pomfrey leaning over a bed a few feet away from you. Walking closer as the medical witch straightened up you stopped and gasped in horror.

“Hermione!” Ron yelled in surprise as the three of you ran closer to your bedridden friend. “She was found near the library. Along with this. Does it mean anything to any of you?” McGonagall asked holding up a small circular mirror. (I'ma say you gave it to Hermione for Christmas.)

Feeling your heart sink at the mirror. “It was a Christmas present from me. But what does that have to do with anything Professor?” You asked making McGonagall nod grimly. “Miss Granger was holding it when she was found.” She said laying the mirror back down on the nightstand before leading you and the boys out of the room.

Walking back to your house with your house ghost, Friar. You played with the plate rim worriedly. “Hermione got petrified. Why wasn't anyone with her, why wasn't I with her?” You asked feeling yourself begin to shake as the ghost next to you turned to you sadly.

“It's not your felt deary you couldn't have known. Now then let's get you into the common room.” Friar said getting you to knock the password and quickly scurry up the passageway. Stopping and blinking at everyone in the room you quickly made your way over to Cedric who was still in his quidditch uniform.

“C what's going on?” You asked getting the older teen to look at you. “Professor Sprout said she had an announcement to make. (First/Name) do you know why the game was cancelled?” Cedric asked making you flinch and bite your lower lip as you looked down sadly.

“Hermione was found petrified near the library.” You mumbled making the light brunette haired boy gasp and hug you comfortingly and apologize just as your house's head professor came into the room.

“Is everyone here? Yes, alright as you all may know students have been getting petrified throughout the school for the past few months. And so there are a couple new rules that are now being put into effect as of right now.” Professor Sprout said making everyone mutter and murmur to each other.

Raising her hand to quiet everyone back down you worriedly glanced at Cedric as your head Professor opened a scrolled parchment to read the new rules.

“All students will return to their house common rooms by six o'clock in the evenings. And all students will be escorted to each lesson by a teacher. No exceptions. Now does anyone have any questions?”

Sprout asked making you step forward. “What's going to happen if the attacks continue?” You asked worriedly gripping the plate in your hands tightly, making the herbology teacher sigh.

“If the culprit behind these attacks isn't caught soon, it's most likely the school will be closed.” Professor Sprout said grimly turning to leave causing everyone to gasp and turn to each other worriedly.

“Hasn't any of the teachers noticed that the Slytherins are all safe? Isn't it obvious that everything thats happened so far has come from Slytherin? The Heir of Slytherin, the monster of Slytherin, why don't they just sack all the Slytherins out of the school?” Andrew asked worriedly looking at Hannah as she turned to you and Cedric.

“They can't close Hogwarts! Where would we all go?” She asked worriedly making Cedric step away from you to lightly hold her shoulder. “We shouldn't worry, as long as Dumbledore's here, Hogwarts will be fine.” He said loudly getting everyone to quiet down and turn to him.

Smiling as you set the plate of brownies down on a nearby table. “Cedric’s right, and just think in a couple of weeks everyone who was petrified will be cured and be back to normal! And then, they can tell us what happened to them.” You said getting everyone either nodding in agreement or smiling as they started chattering with each other.

Letting your smile falter a little. “I need to talk to Harry and Ron soon. We need to figure out who's behind these attacks.” You thought worriedly turning to your brownies so no one could see your concerned face.