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Chapter 1: The Evidence

The clock struck one and the group of Gryffindors realized that they were once again late for transfiguration.

"McGonagall is going to turn us into mice," Seamus said as the group ran through the halls.

"Don't be ridiculous, mice are to easy, she'll think of something much worse." Dean's lips curled into a tight smile which a moment later left his face, "Oh no! I left my parchment in the dormitory." He began to turn around.

"Dean, I'll go, she won't be mad if I'm late." Parvati turned around, "where is it?"

"On my desk, thanks so much." She smiled and departed from the group.

Parvati ran into the boys' dormitory, the Fat Lady had given her a lot of trouble over her pronunciation of the password. She looked around, she saw the empty beds of Harry and Ron who had not come back this year; they were off fighting the Dark Lord. Her eyes travelled across the room until she saw the notebook on a desk. She picked it up and opened it just to make sure it was Dean's and not one of the other boys'. Parvati had expected to see an essay on animagi; instead, what she saw made her gasp and drop the book. It did not her!contain compositions but drawings of

Why is Dean drawing me? He's still in love with Ginny. Wait a minute…. Parvati reached down and picked up the book, it had fell open on a page near the back. There she was her black hair cascading down her back, standing near the lake, an eagle flying above her head. The eagle is the symbol of Ravenclaw, Dean's not drawing me; he's drawing Padma!

"I wonder what's taking Parvati so long, McGonagall is going to collect the essays any minute." Dean glanced at the door hoping to see his friend bound in.

"Maybe she can't find your book, you know how messy are room is." Seamus said.

"I told her exactly where to find it."

"You told her it was on my desk?" Seamus asked.

"Yes, on my desk…you're desk what is it doing on your desk?" Dean winced as McGonagall told him to be quiet.

"I borrowed it last night to check my facts, and juice mine up a bit."

"You must have put it back, I know I saw a book on my desk, I was going to take it but then Neville called me down and I forgot all about it."

"Well then I'm sure she'll be here any minute." Seamus looked satisfied. He glanced up when he heard his friend groan, "What's wrong now?"

"My composition book is not on my desk…"

"But you just said that you were sure…."

"My sketch book is on my desk. I set it there after I finished last night." Dean banged his head on the desk.

"You know come to think of it I did see two books. Well it doesn't matter if she sees your drawings does it?" Seamus was confused, "Are you ashamed of that horntail you showed me?"

"No, You Know Who is in there…" Dean whispered.

"You drew pictures of the Dark Lord?" Seamus smirked.

"Not him, YOU know who…." Dean blushed.

"Oh HER, well here comes Parvati now, this should be fun." He clapped Dean on the shoulder; Dean resumed banging his head on the desk.