Late Arrivals and Lifetime Rivals: Snape's Worst Halloween
Chapter 9: ...Until You See The Whites Of Their Eyes…
Crookshanks knew it was not a basilisk because it was cross-eyed, for when one eye looked at him---he would have been dead. And obviously, plan #9, was very shortly going to be put into action so he was very much alive.
Crookshanks mused over the things that went through one's mind on the eve of battle. He had thought that it was always a shame that Mrs. Norris was petrified but got out of it for the most part unscathed---he couldn't stand that cat.
Padfoot was fine…they got along very well. He hoped to see him once again downstairs--- if he survived.
Hermione…the day she claimed him for her own…the summer nights in France…
It was time to take charge. His Hermione could be in danger because of this basilisk imposter. He didn't care about that Ron so much, but Hermione seemed to like him and that was good enough for him. Ron was lucky and got a pass.
Crookshanks assessed the situation, as a kneazle, I'm pretty smart. I can not be fooled that easily. Take Pettigrew for instance… I was on him like a doxy to a curtain. He tried and found out the hard way. However, he was a small rat. This "thing" before him in the loo might put up a fight. It may be a little difficult to take this one down.
Before Hermione owned me I had no one. I scrambled about looking to survive and for someone to love me. Like Mundungus Fletcher, I learned, unfortunately, from the streets and from the sheer necessity to survive. Kind of why I like old Fletcher a bit. Well, he also smelled like fish and chips and catfood at times…
That is how I know that even if this ugly "thing" was not a basilisk…any creature….you go for the eyes---that is their most vulnerable spot.
Oh, well. Here goes nothing…
DOWNSTAIRS AT THE PARTY…
Everyone was occupied. They were chatting amiably, listening to music, and drinking butterbeers.
All of a sudden I heard some muffled sounds and then a crash. Some hissing and screeching but I tried to ignore what I heard, not letting on that something was amiss.
However, there were several loud thumps and crashes that followed this and than another very loud crashing sound.
"Probably some muggle kids outside," grumbled Moody.
However, the noises grew louder and did not stop.
The guests at the party drew their wands…
Just to be sure, Flitwick looked out of the peephole of the door at 12 Grimmauld Place. Not satisfied, he raised his wand and cautiously opened the front door. He glanced quickly up and down the street and then ascertained that the noises were coming from upstairs…near the bathroom.
I had already suspected that the noises were coming from the bathroom after I walked toward the stairwell nonchalantly, and heard what was going on…
I excused myself and said that I was going upstairs to check on Snape and to see if he needed any assistance.
Sirius, trying to keep a straight face, remarked that according to his godson and Ron and Hermione, basilisks usually frequented bathrooms and they seemed to rather like them.
Sirius' dark eyes met Harry's and he grinned at his godson. Harry beamed in adoration and with pride at his godfather.
When I approached the stairs, the yells and thrashing noises grew even louder…
I opened the door slowly and the sight that met my eyes was not to be believed…
