Morning came around, Myla was in the common room doing some of Ron's assignments; making the handwriting look like his. 

"Hey, sis," Ron said walking up to the table, Myla glanced at him. "You may need to talk to Neville?"

"About what?" Myla asked in confusion as she sat up.

"He's been crying all night about losing Gryffindor so many points," Ron explained. "He won't even get out of bed; trying to call for a sick day."

Myla got out of her seat; she went over to the fire to see that water was hot enough. "Yeah, I can go talk to him."

"Thanks," Ron said as he looked at his paper. "Bloody, You made my answers even sound like me."

"Being your sister has its perks," Myla said as she poured as she made a cup of tea. She carefully made her way up to Ron's dorm room, upon entering no one in sight except Neville who was hiding under his blanket; sobbing. 

"Neville?" Myla asked as she carefully closed the door; the crying stopped. "You're not skipping today are you?"

"Everyone is going to be so mad at me," Neville managed as Myla set the cup of tea on Neville's bedside. He peeked out from under the blanket at the sound of glass.

"Hiding in here isn't going to make it any better," Myla said as she walked over to the other side. "You should really get ready for class." She sat on the edge of the bed, back facing him. 

"How did you do it?" Neville asked. "When you were put on the Daily Prophet for stealing?" Neville sat up. "How did you face your family?"

"If you are going to get in trouble; own up to it," Myla advised. "Your intentions were noble; the outcome just wasn't the best."

"But I lost Gryffindor 50 points at once," Neville said. "It's awful..with the points of others...Gryffindor is going to be in last place."

"Still got time to make it up," Myla said.

"That's 200 points gone," Neville pointed out. "Something like that can't be made up in the span from now till the end of the year." Myla laughed. "It's not funny."

"As someone with a criminal record I think it's funny and impressive," Myla said as she stood up; Neville finally looked at her. She could see his face stained with numerous tear streaks. "To lose 50 points at a time as the first year is probably breaking a record, you are making history Longbottom."

Neville became gloomy. "Not in a good way." He looked at the tea. "What is this?"

"Sweet tangerine, supposed to help give positive energy," Myla answered as she leaned over to him. "Sure you lost points; but if you think about it...what you did was brave...small proof that you do belong in Gryffindor." Neville looked at her with a small smile. "See you in class." She kissed the side of his head before skipping out. 

The rest of the day didn't go so well for a lot that caused trouble, people were especially harsh on Harry. A week later all of them received their detentions.

"You are so lucky," Myla said at the Great Hall.

"What's so lucky about going into the Forbidden Forest?" Ron asked. 

"It's Forbidden," Myla said. "I wish I could tag along; not everyone gets these chances."

"You can take my place," Neville offered. "I'm not going to do well."

"Can't," Myla denied. "I got my own detention to serve tonight. Polishing the knights by the Potions room; no magic."

"Is detention truly that bad?" Hermione asked, perhaps the first time she spoke all day.

"As a repeater no, but as a goody two shoes might seem like the end of the world," Myla admitted. "For my first detention...had to clean the boat house deck. Professor Babbling gave to me."

"Hearing you speak of detentions makes me feel a bit better about my one detention," Hermione admitted. "First detention ever...in the Forbidden Forest." The time came for them all to go on their detentions; they stood in the common rooms. 

"Good luck," Myla wished them.

"Going to need more than luck to survive the forbidden forest," Ron gloomed; he started to walk away with Harry and Hermione.

"Go on," Myla nodded to Neville.

"What if I don't come out alive?" Neville asked. "Everyone knows how much of a scardey cat I am."

"This will give you more confidence," Myla answered. "Hagrid will be there with Fang, you got nothing to worry about." Neville nodded. "I expect all the details about the Forbidden Forest, I want to know everything."

Neville put his hands on her shoulders. "I'll do my best to keep my eyes open...Will you look after Trevor--"

"You are going to come back alive," Myla assured. "But if anything; I'll take care of your toad."

"I could die," Neville said; he pulled Myla; kissing her. She was completely shocked, but closed her eyes and kissed back. Neville pulled back with a red face. "At least, I'll die with the fact of I've kissed someone." He then quickly dashed to catch up with the others. After a minute; Myla went to her detention where Snape handed her the polishing supplies and she went to work. 

"Ms. Weasley," Snape said as he paced back and forth reading a book.

"Yes, professor?" Myla asked as she looked back at him. 

"It has occurred to me that you haven't had any other inventions this semester," Snape brought. "With your skill in potions...I'd expected a bit more."

Myla turned back to the suit of armor. "I suppose I have been focusing a bit on being a student than inventing these past fifteen weeks."

"Hmm," Snape sighed disappointedly. "Have you ever been doing trials for some?"

"Oh, of course," Myla lit up. "There's the ghost potion, memory retrieval potion." Snape stopped walking. "The ghost potion is allow some to be intangible and pass through walls, while the memory retrieval potion is to revive something you've forgotten, which can be used for someone as simple as remembering where you put your quill. Though with the trials, though it has been a struggle finding the right ingredients; and process of the potion."

"How would you feel about taking a shadowing position in Diagon Alley at the Apothecary shop over the summer?" Snape asked. 

"As delightful as it would be, I'll have to pass," Myla said. "Once school is over, I'm starting back up Flourish and Blotts."

"I'm sure I can work something out the shop owners," Snape said, Myla looked back at him. "Though how cany you everywhere at once?'

"Easy!" Myla lit up as she got to her feet. "I can duplicate." A hand landed over her mouth faster than Harry catching the golden.

"Did you say you can duplicate?" Snape repeated staring down at her. "That is nearly impossible...unless." There was a staring contest. "I'll go to the Headmaster--"

"I don't want to share this potion with the world quite yet," Myla cut him off, a wicked smile forming on Professor Snape...another staring contest happened until Myla's duplicate stepped out. For the next two hours, Myla explained the duplicate and how it involved a spell and a potion as she finished polishing the suit of armor. Snape agreed to keep this a secret; but will be telling the headmaster about it. Upon returning to the common room; Myla noted that others weren't back yet, so she sat in the common room, working and studying diligently. An hour later; the group entered the common room, she was happy to see everyone was still alive, and Neville went straight up to the dorm without another word. 

"I got something for you," Ron said as he handed her a vial. "Unicorn blood.

"What?" Myla asked looking at him in surprise. "The use of unicorn blood is completely illegal, also super dangerous...if anyone consumed anything with unicorn blood in it; they'll become cursed. I wouldn't drink even if I was an inch from death."

"I know," Ron said as he sat next to her. "You can put it in something and wear it as a necklace or do whatever you want...think of it as a late birthday present."

"Why do you have unicorn blood in the first place?" Myla asked in concern. 

"We didn't kill a unicorn," Hermione corrected. "But something has been."

"Drinking its blood," Harry added as they sat around her.

"Who?" Myla asked in more alert.

"Voldemort," Harry blurted out.

 Myla put a hand over his mouth. "Don't say his name." Harry removed her hand.

"You mean, You-know-who's out there, right now," Hermione began in disbelief. "In the forest?"

"But he's weak," Harry informed. "He's living off the Unicorns." He started to pace. "Don't you see? We had it wrong. Snape doesn't want the stone for himself. He wants the stone for Voldemort, with the exilir Voldemort will be strong again. He'll--he'll come back." Harry finally sat down.

"But if he comes back, you don't he'll try to kill you, do you?" Ron asked.

"Of course, he would," Myla said. "Harry defeated him as a baby...he'd want to get revenge."

"I think if he'd had the chance, he might have tried to kill me tonight," Harry added. 

"And to think I've been worrying about my potions final," said Ron; hanging his head.

"Hang on a minute," Hermione spoke up. "We're forgetting one thing. Who's the one wizard Voldemort has always feared?"

"Dumbledore," Myla answered as the other two looked at each other.

" Exactly," Hermione nodded. "As long as Dumbledore's around, Harry, you're safe. As long as Dumbledore's around, you can't be touched."