Hermione felt sick. Sick to her stomach. Everyone knew that foul woman was a toad. But using dark objects like that on children. She was using it on 11 year old firsties. She started brewing dittany potions. She couldn't really do much else. And she hated it. But then came the time when she saw her opportunity, the Toad used the blood quill on a Slytherin. An 11 year old Slytherin.

Now say what you will about the lot in green and silver, but Hermione knew how loyal they were to each other. At least they appeared to be so, she was counting on it.

The second time it happened she managed to get the map off Harry and tracked down the Slytherin firstie. He was in one of the old potions rooms with Theodore Nott, Blaise Zabini, Pansy Parkinson and last but not least, Draco Malfoy. She shook off her feelings of nervousness and put on her mask.

It was time to do something about that foul woman.

She pushed the door to the abandoned potions room open and was met with drawn wands.

"Relax. I brought dittany and a small pain relieving potion. A couple actually. I may not like you lot but I really hate her more." Zabini and Nott were the first to lower their wands. Malfoy was next but she felt his eyes train on her and he was holding his wand in a manner that made her think there might be something to fear there.

"Can I take a look? I've been helping all of the other first years that I come across." She knew it was risky considering who she was dealing with. They were members of the toads silly little "Inquisitorial Squad".

"What could you do to help Granger?" Parkinson snarled out at her.

"Do you really think I haven't learnt a thing or two with Harry and Ron as my best friends?" She arched an eyebrow at the perfectly put together witch. She noticed Nott smirked slightly at that.

"Okay." The soft voice came from the little firstie. She walked over and was acutely aware of how close she was to Malfoy.

She let out a gasp when she saw it. Only Harry had suffered worse. The red writing was deep and angry.

"That foul, evil little toad of a monster. This is the worst I've seen. Other than Harry." She looked sharply at Malfoy who seemed to be regarding her curiously. "Why was it so bad?"

"I'm a half-blood. She found out." The poor child was still teary in his eyes. She knew her face must have looked fierce because he seemed worried. She tried to soften her face as she dabbed some dittany on his scars, and then applied the pain potion over the top.

"Don't you worry about her. Let us deal with her. You just make sure you help your friends ok? We'll make sure you can get the right potions." Parkinson's' voice surprised her at the sheer determination in her voice.

"Alright you go along to the common room. Take this in case someone asks why you're out." Zabini handed the child one of the inquisitorial squad pins to carry. Hermione realised how close they were to the Slytherin common room. He should be fine.

After he left the room she began twirling her wand like she did when she was thinking.

"Malfoy, can your father do anything?" She looked up to see his face in an expression of barely contained anger.

"No. I wrote him when it first happened. I wrote my mother when we realised it was happening to the little ones." She understood what he didn't say.

"Of course, they can't do anything until it's one of their own." She said it with a slightly bitter tone. "Well until something is done I'll be brewing. The prefects all have some. But I can't keep up supply levels without stealing from Snape."

"We'll get them. You brew it and share it out." Nott spoke this time.

"Granger." She turned to face Malfoy. "There are some difficulties, there is little they can do to help." She let out a little growl of frustration.

"I figured as much. But really it's not surprising. Adults seem to not be able to deal with anything on their own. We'll do the swap in potions. Snape won't say anything. I think he hates her more than he hates Harry."

"Granger, thank you. I still don't like you. But thank you, not many will help us." Parkinson sounded slightly pained as she bit this out.

"Of course, they're just children. I'm assuming one of you will be able to sort out the small details and let me know anything further. Now I have to go bottle up some more." She took the potion vials out of her robe pockets and left them on the table. Then she strode out of the room, her wand held securely. She wasn't stupid enough to not consider they might still hex her even if she was helping them. They were still at war, even if it was one that not all was aware of.

For now she would brew her potions, and distribute them to the other prefects. She was smart and invested enough to know the Umbridge problem would be taken care of. She didn't even mind that the people who would help her bring the foul toad down were likely to do it in a horrific way, she was out for blood.