Once the initial shock has passed a whole new feeling of worry placed it: James and Remus are out in the world, unprotected, and Remus was to transform soon. How would James keep Remus in line, and even worse, how could James keep himself from being bitten?

I raced up to the Owlery and looked for the fastest bird.

“Bring me back an address book,” I whispered, and the tawny owl took off quickly. I’d considered asking the teachers myself where Mr. Orson lived, but they’d automatically know what I was up to… and for once, that just wasn’t acceptable.

Finally, after ten minutes of waiting, it came back with a thick, leather-bound book.

“Thanks very much!” I said, and flipped excitedly, looking for Orson. “Found it! Nivy Orson, Eighteen Ninety-Three, Godric’s Hollow.”

“That’s a Muggle village,” a soft voice behind me said, making me jump.

I wheeled around to see Avery, the Head Boy, staring at me with a mix of curiosity and hatred.

“What do you want?” I asked sharply.

“To know why you’re looking up my filthy traitor uncle.”

“You’re related to him?”

“Unfortunately. He’s so disgusting… mixing himself with the Muggles and helping the werewolves be reasonable.”

“And what’s wrong with that?”

He laughed like I was an idiot. “What, what’s wrong with that? He is reigning; the werewolves will all be at His side soon, and no matter how many potions Orson makes, Orson will loose because He is above all others!”

I stepped back; Avery was raving like a madman.

He came closer. “And, now, Little Miss Perfect, you’re going to go find him. Why? WHY? LOOK AT ME WHEN I’M TALKING TO YOU, YOU FILTHY MUGGLE!”

I took a few more steps backwards, not breaking my eye contact with him. I’d reached the open window. Any father back and I’d be falling to my death.

He rushed forward and grabbed my neck, shaking me violently. “Why do you want him, why? Are you plotting against me?”

I felt something tugging at my sleeve. Looking down, I saw a pointy green leave.

“You- you wouldn’t happen to have been in the greenhouses, have you?” I asked, gasping for air.

He was muttering to himself, looking around as if searching for something non-existent. “Of course, of course, the cubic centimeter of the mouse is twenty-four, but then why would the terrorists have wanted the coffee? Greenhouses? Oh, yes, I know of those. That’s… that’s where they keep the centralized focal point of the square disc…”

He was making no sense and getting worse every second, but I knew what had happened. Though Avery was evil he wasn’t acting on his own. The Alihotsy leaves had touched his skin, and were quickly going for me.