A/N: No author's note last time because I'm running out of shit to say. Sometime it'll be like that. Sometimes it won't. Anyway, the chapter. Oh, and sorry for the lack of updates. It's me getting lazy again.


When the 4 of us went down for breakfast the next morning, the Hall was filled with chatter about the attack on Filch's cat. The majority was more concerned about what it was than what it could do to the rest of us. Which was really my worry.

Filch was a menace to students as of now. Well, even more than he was then. He was either pacing the scene of the crime where Mrs. Norris was petrified or he was lunging at unsuspecting students, trying to get the in detention for 'breathing loudly' and 'looking happy.' I thought the man's mind was starting to go.

This attack was having an effect on people we knew too. Ginny for one was very disturbed by what happened to Mrs. Norris, as she was a great cat lover. Ron was stuck with the job comforting his sister, which I could only imagine how that went.

I shook my head as we headed toward Potions. At the end of class, Snape asked for us to stay behind and scrape tubeworms off the desk. But it was really an excuse for him to talk to us. But we actually scraped the worms off the desk, to which we had no complaint about. There were far worse things.

"What do you think it means?" I asked Snape.

"I have no clue. I asked the Headmaster, and he said he might have an idea of what's going on, but he doesn't want to jump to that conclusion just yet.

"Did he tell you what it is?" Harry asked.

"No. He knows we have these little sessions when something like this going on. Can't put anything past him. He knows you'll get to poking around," Snape explained.

"He'd be right. But I have an inkling of what's going on. Have you heard of a house elf named Dobby?" I asked him.

"The Malfoy's own a house elf named Dobby when I've gone over there every so often. Why? What relevance does he serve to this case?" Snape asked.

"Dobby belongs to the Malfoys? No wonder he was so hesitant to help us," Harry said. Before Snape could say anything, I started to explain.

"Near the start of the school year, Dobby Apparated to the Burrow to give me a warning. Said there was a plot to make terrible things happen. Couldn't tell me what it was though, which I found fishy. I thought it just would've been a joke on somebody's part, but after Filch's cat..."

"I get it. His warning was actually a warning. But the question is what is actually going on?" Snape asked.

"Whatever it is, the Malfoys likely know exactly what's going on. Maybe even Draco knows," Harry said.

"You're probably right about that, but there's no way we can prove it," I told him.

"What makes you say that? It should be easy for you to coax it out of Crabbe and Goyle, who likely know everything Malfoy knows," Harry explained.

"Because even Morgan is not immune from the repercussions that will brought on him. Interrogation with Morgan will likely not be pleasant or quiet," Snape explained.

"You'd be right. Mental interrogations would not likely work on the 2 scatter brains, so physical is the only leverage I would have. We'll have to do it more subtly than that," I said.

"Well, I wouldn't normally approve of this, but it's likely the Granger girl would think of this sooner or later," Snape said.

"Think of what?" Harry asked.

"In the Restricted Section of the Library, there's a book called 'Most Potent Potions." It holds the ingredients for the Polyjuice Potion, which you can use to transform into Crabbe and Goyle and listen to what Malfoy has to say. Unless you have a recorder, you won't be able to hold him being an accomplice to it," Snape explained, making me smile.

"I like this plan. Hermione will do a good job on the potion," I said.

"Hermione has to make the potion because Snape will be focused on the Restorative Draught, right?" Harry asked.

"Correct. I can't make the Restorative Draught and the Polyjuice. Ms. Granger follows the directions well enough to make it herself. I'll supply with the ingredients that you'll be unable to get with the school ingredients. Just make sure not to get caught," Snape explained.

"Come on, it's us remember?" Harry said with a cheeky grin. Snape faced Harry with an even look.

"It's what I'm worried about. Morgan may be a snake in a lion's mane, but as for the rest of you..." Harry opened his mouth to protest, but me and Snape gave him a bored look and he decided to keep his mouth closed. Harry was always the headstrong type.

"The problem is getting a note from a teacher to get in the restricted section. Maybe Lockhart might be dumb enough to manipulate. Hermione's more in his good books than I am, so she would be the more likely candidate to convince him," I said, making Snape's lips curve into a thin smile.

"Good thinking," he said, before looking at our progress. "That's enough. The desks are clean and we've pretty much covered everything. Get to work," Snape told us.

"Got it," Harry said, walking out. I followed him and was glad that Snape helped us formulate a plan. It was time to get to work.


A/N: Extremely short chapter, but I've got lazy since the summer started and this was more of an evaluation update. I'll see you next time.