." The corsage Draco had made for her at Slughorn’s last party floated up to join Angel in her palm. Flattened but still perfectly intact she stared intently at the silver petals of the rose within the leaves. Narcissa had said the rose could keep you from death, just like unicorn blood. She hoped Draco didn't need it but sending a note was too risky, he would know this was from her but no one else would. "Find him, give him this, be discreet." Angel picked the dried flower up with her claws and flew up and over the gates with ease. Hermione felt so much envy for the Dragon. She had already surmised that no living thing could get through the wards. The magical barriers prickled her skin, she heard the quiet buzzing from the gates. If she reached out and touched it she wondered what would happen, instant death? Probably. 