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Harry sent everyone in the DAC (Defence and Combat) looking for the diary. Harry couldn't understand people blindly following him. It scared him a little. He couldn't deny though that it was efficient.

They spent the next week practicing spells that would turn things reflective. They had spells to turn painting into mirrors. A variation of the Match to needle spell that would only turn things shiny. Much of the room of requirement was shining.

Most people had stopped walking around alone. Oliver and the twins were sticking close to Harry and the group.

Finch was in the worst of moods; the poor man was grieving and couldn't face a single cat. Zana spent most of the time hiding in Harrys bag. He wasn't letting her out of his sight when there was a cat murder on the loose.

Harry and most of the other students dreaded Lockharts DADA lessons. When you took into account the charm potion there was nothing to like about the man.

However, he still tried to bring Harry up to the front of the class to re-enact his books. For the most part Harry just humoured him and pretended to be terrible at acting.

"Okay Harry now howl. This werewolf was-"

"Excuse me Professor?!"

"Harry?"

"I won't do that."

"Now Harry be a good sport."

"How dare you?!" Harry glared at the man. "You think acting as a person with lycanthrophy is sport."

"Now Mr Potter ju-"

"No. I got stuck with my horrible relatives because my not quite uncle is a werewolf. He takes wolfbane all the time. He is a great man. I will not offend ninety percent of the werewolf population by making fun of something none of them can control. Twenty-seven days out of twenty-eight they are amazing people. I find it completely inappropriate that you as a teaching professional are giving, such false information and prejudice perspectives to impressionable young students."

He sighed and stood his ground. "Was that a bit overboard?" He asked Draco.

"Pretty on the mark I's say." Ron answered.

"I think that will be it for today. Harry see me after class."

"We'll wait outside." Hermione pulled the other two boys out.

"Hermione oww; we're going." Draco complained.

"Harry; what was that little outburst… you know that's not the way to get attention. Showing-"

"Actually professor. I meant everything I said. You and I both know there is no spell that turns werewolves' human. Now is you'll excuse me I need to get back to my friends."

"Harry."

Harry ignored the professor and continued walking. "That was a great one Harry." Ron clapped him on the back.

"Do you really an uncle who's a werewolf?"

"One of my dad's friends. I haven't met him yet but I will. He'll have Lockhart's job next year. He's brilliant."

"Seer." Ron shook his head.

Harry smiled; he wasn't a seer but it was a great cover for him.

The first Quidditch match of the year came and Oliver began pushing him harder than before. The game was a wonderful escape for the students. A way to forget about poor Mrs Norris.

Although one downside was; everyone had mirrors. They glinted in the light making Harrys job that much harder.

Harry chased around the pitch for the snitch. He had totally forgotten about the bludger of death; but there was none either way. Something must have changed to keep Dobby away. Sadly, the year was that bit safer without him.

It took a while but Harry finally caught the snitch. This time he flew down safely and his new brother hugged him.

"Good going Harry."

"Thanks guys."

The next day at DAC he began training the students in more combat spells and a few basic medical spells.

"Umm… Harry?"

"You're Lunas friend right?" Harry turned to the first year girl. She had light brown hair and a sweet looking face.

"Genevieve Quinin." She nodded. "I was just wondering. Why don't we get taught this in class?"

"I'm not entirely sure. Lockhart is a bad teacher but they don't want to scare us I don't think."

"Why are you doing this then?"

"Honestly." She nodded. "I'm training you to be soldiers. It doesn't matter if you ever use the spells or not. I think that knowing how you defend yourself is the best skill you can ever be given."

She was silent for a moment. "Well thanks."

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah- it's just I want to use them on the girls that pick on Luna but she says no." She clutched her wand a little bit tighter in her hand.

"I've known Luna a long time Genevieve… Its best to just be there for her and believe everything she says. Luna very rarely lies."

"I can never be sure."

"Trust me; she will only lie if she is asked to. Only if it's extremely important that she does."

"But the Nargles and Honrstakes…"

Harry was going to correct her but didn't. "They are real but only certain people can see them. Luna can see pretty much everything."

"Oh." She thought for a moment. "I like Luna but she worry's me."

"Just be her friend. Don't worry about it; she's the most loyal person you'll ever meet."

"Thanks Harry. I can see why she likes you."

In that next week a Gryffindor first year was attacked by the Basklist. A boy by the name of Johnathan Day; obviously a muggleborn. Luckily he had listened to Harry and was found petrified with a girl's hand mirror in his hands.

What shocked Harry most was written above him.

MUDBLOOD.

Just the one word on the wall in bright red paint. He had been labelled. Tom was marking his victims this time; what had changed in him.

"So that's what happens when you see it through a mirror." Hermione asked; she was nervous. They were all sat down in the room of requirement.

"Yes; Its better than death. This can be fixed. Do we have any leads on the diary?"

People were shaking their heads. "No; we can't find anyone who's showing the signs you told us about."

"Damn it." He growled. "Right we need to watch the roosters then. The person with the diary will be being forced to kill them. The crow of a roster will kill the snake."

Weeks went by and a third year Hufflepuff Malinda Higel was petrified along with fourth year Gryffindor Martin Wain. MOODBLOOD stained the wall in red. No one but the cat had died yet.

The roosters were a lost cause; dying with no proof.

"We need to stop this."

"I know, I know. Look we need to watch everyone. Someone will act a little strange. I have to destroy this diary before someone actually dies."

Harry hadn't slept properly in days. He was finally forced to go to the matron for a dreamless sleep. Draco used this opportunity; he took his mirror and went to look for the Rosters. Maybe the murder would leave a trail of feathers.

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