CHAPTER NINE - THE MIDNIGHT DUEL
James took the book from Lily and a large smile spread on his face. 'Excellent,' he grinned. 'Chapter nine – the midnight duel!'
Fabian and Gideon looked at each other with identical mischievous grins on their faces and high fived.
'What do you mean 'the midnight duel'?' Lily demanded of her husband. 'He isn't old enough to duel!'
James shrugged at Lily, trying to keep the grin off his face as hers became sterner.
'Come on Lil, with a father like me and a mother like you, he's bound to be a little mischievous.' James said, winking at his wife.
Lily just glared at her husband. 'Read James, I want to know what happened.'
James didn't need telling twice and everyone laughed at the panicked expression in his face as he began to read.
Harry had never believed he would meet a boy he hated more than Dudley, but that was before he met Draco Malfoy.
'Eurgh, more about that awful child.' Dorea groaned.
Still, first-year Gryffindors only had Potions with the Slytherins,
'That's still one lesson too much,' Gideon muttered.
-so they didn't have to put up with Malfoy much.
'I bet that's who he is going to duel with!' Marlene said, she too was exited and amused by her godson.
'But he won't know enough to win!' Dorea fretted.
'He'll be fine,' Charlus assured her in a comforting tone. 'Neither of them will be able to do more than throw sparks at each other.
Or at least, they didn't until they spotted a notice pinned up in the Gryffindor common room that made them all groan.
'Flying lessons I bet,' James said and Lily quirked an eyebrow at him, 'It made me groan when I realised we had to fly for the first time with the Slytherins!' he defended.
'James, you were boasting that you would fly better than everyone there, you weren't bothered,' Lily told her husband with an amused laugh. His cheeks reddened slightly and he chose to read on instead of answering her.
Flying lessons would be starting on Thursday - and Gryffindor and Slytherin would be learning together.
'At least we'll see his first flying lesson!' Charlus said, happily.
"Typical," said Harry darkly. "Just what I always wanted. To make a fool of myself on a broomstick in front of Malfoy." He had been looking forward to learning to fly more than anything else.
'He won't make a fool of himself,' James said confidently.
'I bet he shows him up,' Michael said, he remembered Lily saying how good of a flier that James was.
"You don't know that you'll make a fool of yourself," said Ron reasonably. "Anyway, I know Malfoy's always going on about how good he is at Quidditch, but I bet that's all talk."
Malfoy certainly did talk about flying a lot. He complained loudly about first years never getting on the house Quidditch teams
'They should get rid of that rule,' James huffed.
'Honestly James, you got on the team as soon as you went to tryouts in the second year!' Lily laughed at her husband.
'I don't think a first year would be good enough for the team anyway,' Charlus told his son in a placating tone.
-and told long, boastful stories that always seemed to end with him narrowly escaping Muggles in helicopters.
'Sure,' Marlene said rolling her eyes as the boy's behaviour.
'What would happen if that was true?' Rose asked curiously.
'It would have been a breach to the Statue of Secrecy and he would have got a warning,' Charlus told her.
He wasn't the only one, though: the way Seamus Finnigan told it, he'd spent most of his childhood zooming around the countryside on his broomstick. Even Ron would tell anyone who'd listen about the time he'd almost hit a hang glider on Charlie's old broom.
Everyone from wizarding families talked about Quidditch constantly.
'Because it's the best sport in the world!' All of the wizards and witches said together, causing Michael and Rose to laugh.
Ron had already had a big argument with Dean Thomas, who shared their dormitory, about football. Ron couldn't see what was exciting about a game with only one ball where no one was allowed to fly. Harry had caught Ron prodding Dean's poster of West Ham football team, trying to make the players move.
Neville had never been on a broomstick in his life, because his grandmother had never let him near one. Privately, Harry felt she'd had good reason, because Neville managed to have an extraordinary number of accidents even with both feet on the ground.
'Harry!' Lily admonished.
'C'mon Lil,' James said, 'You know how clumsy Alice was, her kid seems a little accident prone too.'
Lily frowned at this but didn't comment.
Hermione Granger was almost as nervous about flying as Neville was.
'Yeah, it's not something you can learn out of a book,' James snorted.
This was something you couldn't learn by heart out of a book-
Everyone laughed at the similarity in the comments.
- not that she hadn't tried.
'Typical,' Lily laughed.
At breakfast on Thursday she bored them all stupid with flying tips she'd gotten out of a library book called Quidditch Through the Ages.
'That doesn't teach you how to fly though!' James scoffed.
'I loved that book,' Gideon grinned.
'You can read?' Fabian asked sarcastically, causing everyone to crack up with laughter, whilst Gideon pouted.
Neville was hanging on to her every word, desperate for anything that might help him hang on to his broomstick later, but everybody else was very pleased when Hermione's lecture was interrupted by the arrival of the mail.
Harry hadn't had a single letter since Hagrid's note, something that Malfoy had been quick to notice, of course. Malfoy's eagle owl was always bringing him packages of sweets from home, which he opened gloatingly at the Slytherin table.
'Git,' everyone muttered.
A barn owl brought Neville a small package from his grandmother. He opened it excitedly and showed them a glass ball the size of a large marble, which seemed to be full of white smoke.
'A remembrall,' Lily said knowledgeably with a grin.
'Those things are useless!' Marlene scoffed, 'They don't tell you what you've actually forgotten, so how do they help?'
"It's a Remembrall!" he explained. "Gran knows I forget things – this tells you if there's something you've forgotten to do. Look, you hold it tight like this and if it turns red - oh..." His face fell, because the Remembrall had suddenly glowed scarlet, "You've forgotten something..."
'See?' Marlene laughed.
Neville was trying to remember what he'd forgotten when Draco Malfoy, who was passing the Gryffindor table, snatched the Remembrall out of his hand.
'Leave him alone!' Lily and Marlene said angrily.
Harry and Ron jumped to their feet. They were half hoping for a reason to fight Malfoy, but Professor McGonagall, who could spot trouble quicker than any teacher in the school, was there in a flash.
'Good,' Dorea said. She didn't like the Malfoy boy one bit, he needed putting in his place.
"What's going on?"
"Malfoy's got my Remembrall, Professor."
Scowling, Malfoy quickly dropped the Remembrall back on the table. "Just looking," he said, and he sloped away with Crabbe and Goyle behind him.
'Sure, and Wrackspurt's are real!' James scoffed.
'What's a Wrackspurt?' Lily asked confused.
'No idea, I remember ol' Xeno Lovegood talking about them one day when I was in my first year and he was a few years above. Nutter if I ever met one.' James said causing everyone who knew Xenophillus to laugh.
At three-thirty that afternoon, Harry, Ron, and the other Gryffindors hurried down the front steps onto the grounds for their first flying lesson. It was a clear, breezy day, and the grass rippled under their feet as they marched down the sloping lawns toward a smooth, flat lawn on the opposite side of the grounds to the forbidden forest, whose trees were swaying darkly in the distance.
The Slytherins were already there, and so were twenty broomsticks lying in neat lines on the ground. Harry had heard Fred and George Weasley complain about the school brooms, saying that some of them started to vibrate if you flew too high, or always flew slightly to the left.
'Gah,' James, Marlene and the Prewett twins groaned, they had all played on the school team in their time and hated having to practice on the school brooms.
Their teacher, Madam Hooch, arrived. She had short, grey hair, and yellow eyes like a hawk.
'Cool,' Gideon enthused.
"Well, what are you all waiting for?" she barked. "Everyone stand by a broomstick. Come on, hurry up."
Harry glanced down at his broom. It was old and some of the twigs stuck out at odd angles.
James grimaced slightly.
"Stick out your right hand over your broom," called Madam Hooch at the front, "and say 'Up!"'
"UP!" everyone shouted.
Harry's broom jumped into his hand at once, but it was one of the few that did.
'Course it did! You're a Potter, its natural!' James and Charlus said together, causing their wives to laugh.
Hermione Granger's had simply rolled over on the ground, and Neville's hadn't moved at all. Perhaps brooms, like horses, could tell when you were afraid, thought Harry; there was a quaver in Neville's voice that said only too clearly that he wanted to keep his feet on the ground.
'That makes sense actually,' Dorea commented. 'He has quite the mind.'
Madam Hooch then showed them how to mount their brooms without sliding off the end, and walked up and down the rows correcting their grips. Harry and Ron were delighted when she told Malfoy he'd been doing it wrong for years.
Everyone laughed at this.
"Now, when I blow my whistle, you kick off from the ground, hard," said Madam Hooch. "Keep your brooms steady, rise a few feet, and then come straight back down by leaning forward slightly. On my whistle – three - two -"
But Neville, nervous and jumpy and frightened of being left on the ground, pushed off hard before the whistle had touched Madam Hooch's lips.
'Oh no,' Rose fretted. She didn't like the sound of children on flying pieces of wood, especially not this accident prone boy.
"Come back, boy!" she shouted, but Neville was rising straight up like a cork shot out of a bottle - twelve feet - twenty feet. Harry saw his scared white face look down at the ground falling away, saw him gasp, slip sideways off the broom and - WHAM - a thud and a nasty crack and Neville lay facedown on the grass in a heap.
'Oh dear. Alice's first try went about the same' Lily said laughing. 'Without the broken bones.' She added as an afterthought and Marlene and James nodded and laughed.
His broomstick was still rising higher and higher, and started to drift lazily toward the forbidden forest and out of sight.
Madam Hooch was bending over Neville, her face as white as his. "Broken wrist," Harry heard her mutter. "Come on, boy - it's all right, up you get.".
She turned to the rest of the class. "None of you is to move while I take this boy to the hospital wing! You leave those brooms where they are or you'll be out of Hogwarts before you can say 'Quidditch.' Come on, dear."
Neville, his face tear-streaked, clutching his wrist, hobbled off with Madam Hooch, who had her arm around him.
No sooner were they out of earshot than Malfoy burst into laughter. "Did you see his face, the great lump?"
'Shut up!' Everyone shouted angrily.
The other Slytherins joined in.
"Shut up, Malfoy," snapped Parvati Patil.
"Ooh, sticking up for Longbottom?" said Pansy Parkinson, a hard-faced Slytherin girl. "Never thought you'd like fat little cry-babies, Parvati."
'Oh great, another horrible Slytherin.' Rose commented, causing everyone to laugh loudly.
"Look!" said Malfoy, darting forward and snatching something out of the grass. "It's that stupid thing Longbottom's gran sent him."
The Remembrall glittered in the sun as he held it up.
"Give that here, Malfoy," said Harry quietly. Everyone stopped talking to watch.
'I can see where this is going,' Dorea said in a knowing voice.
'I can see James stupidity, and Lily's determination to protect her friends, kicking in,' Marlene said quietly to Dorea, who nodded.
Malfoy smiled nastily. "I think I'll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to find - how about - up a tree?"
'Don't be so awful boy!' Michael said angrily, he really hated bullies.
"Give it here!" Harry yelled, but Malfoy had leapt onto his broomstick and taken off.
He hadn't been lying, he could fly well. Hovering level with the topmost branches of an oak he called, "Come and get it, Potter!"
Harry grabbed his broom.
'No!' Lily shouted.
'Yes!' James and the twins said at the same time and Lily hit her husband on the back of the head.
'It's not a good thing, idiot, he could hurt himself!'
'He won't,' James told her confidently.
"No!" shouted Hermione Granger. "Madam Hooch told us not to move - you'll get us all into trouble."
'He has a good enough reason and Malfoy will get into trouble too!' Gideon said with a grin.
Harry ignored her.
'NO!' Lily moaned, covering her face with her hands. She was worried her baby would get hurt.
Blood was pounding in his ears. He mounted the broom and kicked hard against the ground and up, up he soared; air rushed through his hair, and his robes whipped out behind him -and in a rush of fierce joy he realized he'd found something he could do without being taught - this was easy, this was wonderful.
Lily lifted her head of her hands quickly as James read that. 'He's ok,' she breathed happily and James grinned at her with an 'I told you so' expression on his face.
He pulled his broomstick up a little to take it even higher, and heard screams and gasps of girls back on the ground and an admiring whoop from Ron.
He turned his broomstick sharply to face Malfoy in mid-air. Malfoy looked stunned.
'Ha! He doesn't expect him to be able to fly!' Gideon laughed.
'Knock him off his broom!' Fabian said happily.
"Give it here," Harry called, "or I'll knock you off that broom!"
'DO IT!' The Prewett's said together.
"Oh, yeah?" said Malfoy, trying to sneer, but looking worried.
Harry knew, somehow, what to do. He leaned forward and grasped the broom tightly in both hands, and it shot toward Malfoy like a javelin. Malfoy only just got out of the way in time; Harry made a sharp about-face and held the broom steady. A few people below were clapping.
'He's a natural!' Michael commented.
"No Crabbe and Goyle up here to save your neck, Malfoy," Harry called.
The same thought seemed to have struck Malfoy.
"Catch it if you can, then!" he shouted, and he threw the glass ball high into the air and streaked back toward the ground.
'Oh no,' Rose said, she had the feeling that her grandson would get caught now.
Harry saw, as though in slow motion, the ball rise up in the air and then start to fall. He leaned forward and pointed his broom handle down - next second he was gathering speed in a steep dive, racing the ball - wind whistled in his ears, mingled with the screams of people watching - he stretched out his hand - a foot from the ground he caught it, just in time to pull his broom straight, and he toppled gently onto the grass with the Remembrall clutched safely in his fist.
Everyone sat in a stunned silence and James quickly scanned what he had read again.
'How- how can he be that good?' He chocked out.
'He's clearly a natural,' Lily said sarcastically to her husband, but she too was beaming with pride.
'But he's a first year!'Gideon and Fabian said together in shock.
'He might actually be better than you James,' Marlene said laughing.
'He will defiantly get on the team in his second year!' James said with a grin before reading again.
"HARRY POTTER!"
His heart sank faster than he'd just dived. Professor McGonagall was running toward them. He got to his feet, trembling.
'Oh dear,' Rose said.
'Don't give him a detention McG!' Gideon and Fabian said together.
"Never - in all my time at Hogwarts -"
Professor McGonagall was almost speechless with shock, and her glasses flashed furiously, "- how dare you - might have broken your neck -"
"It wasn't his fault, Professor -"
"Be quiet, Miss Patil
"But Malfoy -"
"That's enough, Mr Weasley. Potter, follow me, now."
'She should listen to them.' Lily said frowning, she didn't want her son to get into trouble.
Harry caught sight of Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle's triumphant faces as he left, walking numbly in Professor McGonagall's wake as she strode toward the castle. He was going to be expelled, he just knew it.
'You won't son,' James said proudly, he knew that Professor McGonagall wouldn't expel someone for that, especially when he was that good, he thought smugly.
He wanted to say something to defend himself, but there seemed to be something wrong with his voice. Professor McGonagall was sweeping along without even looking at him; he had to jog to keep up. Now he'd done it. He hadn't even lasted two weeks. He'd be packing his bags in ten minutes. What would the Dursleys say when he turned up on the doorstep?
Up the front steps, up the marble staircase inside, and still Professor McGonagall didn't say a word to him. She wrenched open doors and marched along corridors with Harry trotting miserably behind her. Maybe she was taking him to Dumbledore. He thought of Hagrid, expelled but allowed to stay on as gamekeeper. Perhaps he could be Hagrid's assistant. His stomach twisted as he imagined it, watching Ron and the others becoming wizards, while he stumped around the grounds carrying Hagrid's bag.
Everyone laughed at Harry's overly negative thoughts.
'He really thinks lowly of himself,' Lily said sadly, but with a trace of anger in her voice. This is Petunia's fault, she thought.
Professor McGonagall stopped outside a classroom. She opened the door and poked her head inside. "Excuse me, Professor Flitwick, could I borrow Wood for a moment?"
'What's wood?' Michael asked perplexed and everyone shrugged, all confused as to what 'wood' was as well.
Wood? thought Harry, bewildered; was Wood a cane she was going to use on him?
'No!' Every witch and wizard answered, they were sure of that.
But Wood turned out to be a person, a burly fifth-year boy who came out of Flitwick's class looking confused.
'What?' Everyone asked, James shrugged and carried on reading.
"Follow me, you two," said Professor McGonagall, and they marched on up the corridor, Wood looking curiously at Harry. "In here."
Professor McGonagall pointed them into a classroom that was empty except for Peeves, who was busy writing rude words on the blackboard.
"Out, Peeves!" she barked. Peeves threw the chalk into a bin, which clanged loudly, and he swooped out cursing. Professor McGonagall slammed the door behind him and turned to face the two boys.
"Potter, this is Oliver Wood. Wood - I've found you a Seeker."
There was a shocked silence.
'WHAT!' James and the Prewett's yelled together.
'She made him SEEKER!' Lily said, her eyes brimming with proud tears.
'HE'S ON THE HOUSE TEAM IN FIRST YEAR!' James said, standing up and jumping up and down like a child. 'MY SON! MY SON!' he shouted again and again, making everyone laugh.
'I'm so proud of him,' Lily gushed.
'It's fantastic news,' Marlene said happily.
All the parents grinned, although Rose and Michael weren't exactly sure what it meant they were sure it was a good thing.
James calmed down after a bit and sat down with a huge grin on his face, he was so proud of his son. He picked up the book again and continued to read, excitement still present in his tone.
Wood's expression changed from puzzlement to delight.
"Are you serious, Professor?"
"Absolutely," said Professor McGonagall crisply. "The boy's a natural. I've never seen anything like it. Was that your first time on a broomstick, Potter?"
'You bet it was!' The Prewett's said together.
Harry nodded silently. He didn't have a clue what was going on, but he didn't seem to be being expelled, and some of the feeling started coming back to his legs.
"He caught that thing in his hand after a fifty-foot dive," Professor McGonagall told Wood. "Didn't even scratch himself. Charlie Weasley couldn't have done it."
'That seems like high praise,' James said.
Wood was now looking as though all his dreams had come true at once.
"Ever seen a game of Quidditch, Potter?" he asked excitedly.
'No,' James said a little sadly, he should have been able to take his son to Quidditch matches.
"Wood's captain of the Gryffindor team," Professor McGonagall explained.
"He's just the build for a Seeker, too," said Wood, now walking around Harry and staring at him. "Light - speedy - we'll have to get him a decent broom, Professor - a Nimbus Two Thousand or a Cleansweep Seven, I'd say."
'Must be the latest brooms,' Charlus commented.
"I shall speak to Professor Dumbledore and see if we can't bend the first-year rule. Heaven knows, we need a better team than last year. Flattened in that last match by Slytherin, I couldn't look Severus Snape in the face for weeks..."
'I don't blame her-' Gideon started.
'-I wouldn't look into his face either.' Fabian finished, laughing with his brother.
Professor McGonagall peered sternly over her glasses at Harry. "I want to hear you're training hard, Potter, or I may change my mind about punishing you."
Then she suddenly smiled. "Your father would have been proud," she said. "He was an excellent Quidditch player himself."
James beamed at that, he was really fond of McGonagall and although he was a troublemaker at school she always had a soft spot for him.
'He was more than excellent,' Gideon said.
'We won all our games with him as a chaser,' Fabian agreed and James smiled at them.
"You're joking."
It was dinnertime. Harry had just finished telling Ron what had happened when he'd left the grounds with Professor McGonagall. Ron had a piece of steak and kidney pie halfway to his mouth, but he'd forgotten all about it.
"Seeker?" he said. "But first years never - you must be the youngest house player -"
"-in about a century," said Harry, shovelling pie into his mouth. He felt particularly hungry after the excitement of the afternoon. "Wood told me."
Ron was so amazed, so impressed, he just sat and gaped at Harry.
All the witches and wizards could understand Ron's amazement, it was an excellent feat to be on the team in the first year.
"I start training next week," said Harry. "Only don't tell anyone, Wood wants to keep it a secret."
'It'll be all over the school in a day,' Marlene laughed.
'Yeah, there are no secrets at Hogwarts,' Lily said.
Fred and George Weasley now came into the hall, spotted Harry, and hurried over.
"Well done," said George in a low voice. "Wood told us. We're on the team too - Beaters."
'I bet they're excellent,' James said.
"I tell you, we're going to win that Quidditch cup for sure this year," said Fred. "We haven't won since Charlie left, but this year's team is going to be brilliant. You must be good, Harry, Wood was almost skipping when he told us."
"Anyway, we've got to go, Lee Jordan reckons he's found a new secret passageway out of the school."
"Bet it's that one behind the statue of Gregory the Smarmy that we found in our first week. See you."
'First week?' James said shocked, it had taken Sirius and himself till the end of the first year to find a secret passageway out!
Fred and George had hardly disappeared when someone far less welcome turned up: Malfoy, flanked by Crabbe and Goyle.
"Having a last meal, Potter? When are you getting the train back to the Muggles?"
'He's really grating on my nerves,' Michael said in a clearly annoyed voice.
'It's going to be priceless when he finds out,' Fabian laughed.
"You're a lot braver now that you're back on the ground and you've got your little friends with you," said Harry coolly. There was of course nothing at all little about Crabbe and Goyle, but as the High Table was full of teachers, neither of them could do more than crack their knuckles and scowl.
"I'd take you on anytime on my own," said Malfoy. "Tonight, if you want. Wizard's duel. Wands only - no contact. What's the matter? Never heard of a wizard's duel before, I suppose?"
'I knew it would be him,' Marlene groaned.
'He should say no!' Lily said, though not very confidently because of the chapter title.
'No way Lil!' James said aghast. 'They'll try and call him a coward and he sure as hell isn't a coward!'
'But he doesn't know any spells!' She fretted.
'He has fists,' James laughed.
"Of course he has," said Ron, wheeling around. "I'm his second, who's yours?"
Malfoy looked at Crabbe and Goyle, sizing them up. "Crabbe," he said. "Midnight all right? We'll meet you in the trophy room; that's always unlocked."
When Malfoy had gone, Ron and Harry looked at each other. "What is a wizard's duel?" said Harry. "And what do you mean, you're my second?"
"Well, a second's there to take over if you die," said Ron casually, getting started at last on his cold pie.
'Lot's of tact that one,' Michael muttered to Charlus.
'Yeah, it's really going to relax him,' Charlus whispered back and they both barked out laughter.
Catching the look on Harry's face, he added quickly, "But people only die in proper duels, you know, with real wizards. The most you and Malfoy'll be able to do is send sparks at each other. Neither of you knows enough magic to do any real damage. I bet he expected you to refuse, anyway."
"And what if I wave my wand and nothing happens?"
'Punch him,' James said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Throw it away and punch him on the nose," Ron suggested.
"Excuse me."
'Hermione,' Lily said laughing.
They both looked up. It was Hermione Granger.
'Told you,'
"Can't a person eat in peace in this place?" said Ron.
Hermione ignored him and spoke to Harry. "I couldn't help overhearing what you and Malfoy were saying -"
"Bet you could," Ron muttered.
"-and you mustn't go wandering around the school at night, think of the points you'll lose Gryffindor if you're caught, and you're bound to be. It's really very selfish of you."
"And it's really none of your business," said Harry.
'Harry, don't be so rude!' Lily said in annoyed voice and James laughed.
"Good-bye," said Ron.
All the same, it wasn't what you'd call the perfect end to the day, Harry thought, as he lay awake much later listening to Dean and Seamus falling asleep (Neville wasn't back from the hospital wing). Ron had spent all evening giving him advice such as "If he tries to curse you, you'd better dodge it, because I can't remember how to block them."
'Helpful,' Gideon snorted.
There was a very good chance they were going to get caught by Filch or Mrs Norris, and Harry felt he was pushing his luck, breaking another school rule today. On the other hand, Malfoy's sneering face kept looming up out of the darkness - this was his big chance to beat Malfoy face-to-face. He couldn't miss it.
Dorea frowned, she had a feeling that this was a set up.
"Half-past eleven," Ron muttered at last, "we'd better go." They pulled on their bathrobes, picked up their wands, and crept across the tower room, down the spiral staircase, and into the Gryffindor common room. A few embers were still glowing in the fireplace, turning all the armchairs into hunched black shadows. They had almost reached the portrait hole when a voice spoke from the chair nearest them, "I can't believe you're going to do this, Harry."
A lamp flickered on. It was Hermione Granger, wearing a pink bathrobe and a frown.
Everyone laughed.
'This girl is annoying,' James said and Lily raised her eyebrows at him.
'I think they're going to end up friends,' she commented and he laughed.
'No way Lil!' He told and she just looked at him, her face showing some sort of smug superiority.
'We'll see.'
"You!" said Ron furiously. "Go back to bed!"
"I almost told your brother," Hermione snapped, "Percy - he's a prefect, he'd put a stop to this."
Harry couldn't believe anyone could be so interfering.
'Harry!' Rose said, shaking her head at her grandson.
"Come on," he said to Ron. He pushed open the portrait of the Fat Lady and climbed through the hole.
Hermione wasn't going to give up that easily. She followed Ron through the portrait hole, hissing at them like an angry goose.
'She's following them?' Gideon said incredulously. 'I wouldn't think she would risk getting into trouble.'
"Don't you care about Gryffindor, do you only care about yourselves, I don't want Slytherin to win the house cup, and you'll lose all the points I got from Professor McGonagall for knowing about Switching Spells."
"Go away."
"All right, but I warned you, you just remember what I said when you're on the train home tomorrow, you're so -"
But what they were, they didn't find out. Hermione had turned to the portrait of the Fat Lady to get back inside and found herself facing an empty painting. The Fat Lady had gone on a night-time visit and Hermione was locked out of Gryffindor tower.
'Uhoh,' Michael said.
'She isn't going to like that,' Lily said.
"Now what am I going to do?" she asked shrilly.
'Don't follow people?' James suggested in an annoyed voice and Lily glared at him again.
"That's your problem," said Ron. "We've got to go, we're going to be late."
They hadn't even reached the end of the corridor when Hermione caught up with them.
"I'm coming with you," she said.
'Priceless,' Marlene chortled.
"You are not."
"Do you think I'm going to stand out here and wait for Filch to catch me? If he finds all three of us I'll tell him the truth, that I was trying to stop you, and you can back me up."
'He wouldn't believe her!' Gideon scoffed.
"You've got some nerve -" said Ron loudly.
"Shut up, both of you!" said Harry sharply. "I heard something."
'He has good ears,' Charlus said approvingly.
It was a sort of snuffling.
"Mrs Norris?" breathed Ron, squinting through the dark.
It wasn't Mrs Norris. It was Neville. He was curled up on the floor, fast asleep, but jerked suddenly awake as they crept nearer.
'Poor boy,' Rose said sniffing a little.
"Thank goodness you found me! I've been out here for hours, I couldn't remember the new password to get in to bed."
"Keep your voice down, Neville. The password's 'Pig snout' but it won't help you now, the Fat Lady's gone off somewhere."
"How's your arm?" said Harry.
'Kind boy,' Dorea said smiling.
"Fine," said Neville, showing them. "Madam Pomfrey mended it in about a minute."
"Good - well, look, Neville, we've got to be somewhere, we'll see you later -"
"Don't leave me!" said Neville, scrambling to his feet, "I don't want to stay here alone, the Bloody Baron's been past twice already."
'So now four of them are out of bed?' Marlene laughed. 'This isn't going to be good.'
Ron looked at his watch and then glared furiously at Hermione and Neville.
"If either of you get us caught, I'll never rest until I've learned that Curse of the Bogies Quirrell told us about, and used it on you." Hermione opened her mouth, perhaps to tell Ron exactly how to use the Curse of the Bogies, but Harry hissed at her to be quiet and beckoned them all forward.
They flitted along corridors striped with bars of moonlight from the high windows. At every turn Harry expected to run into Filch or Mrs Norris, but they were lucky. They sped up a staircase to the third floor and tiptoed toward the trophy room.
'This doesn't seem good,' Dorea muttered. 'I have a feeling this is a set up.' She told the group and everyone's eyes narrowed.
Malfoy and Crabbe weren't there yet. The crystal trophy cases glimmered where the moonlight caught them. Cups, shields, plates, and statues winked silver and gold in the darkness. They edged along the walls, keeping their eyes on the doors at either end of the room. Harry took out his wand in case Malfoy leapt in and started at once. The minutes crept by.
'He's been set up,' Lily confirmed angrily. She couldn't believe that a child would do this.
"He's late, maybe he's chickened out," Ron whispered.
Then a noise in the next room made them jump. Harry had only just raised his wand when they heard someone speak -and it wasn't Malfoy.
"Sniff around, my sweet, they might be lurking in a corner."
Everyone made noise of indigence at the Malfoy boy.
'This is low,' James said. 'Even for a Malfoy.'
It was Filch speaking to Mrs Norris. Horror-struck, Harry waved madly at the other three to follow him as quickly as possible; they scurried silently toward the door, away from Filch's voice. Neville's robes had barely whipped round the corner when they heard Filch enter the trophy room.
"They're in here somewhere," they heard him mutter, "probably hiding."
"This way!" Harry mouthed to the others and, petrified, they began to creep down a long gallery full of suits of armour.
They could hear Filch getting nearer. Neville suddenly let out a frightened squeak and broke into a run -he tripped, grabbed Ron around the waist, and the pair of them toppled right into a suit of armour. The clanging and crashing were enough to wake the whole castle.
"RUN!" Harry yelled, and the four of them sprinted down the gallery, not looking back to see whether Filch was following - they swung around the doorpost and galloped down one corridor then another, Harry in the lead, without any idea where they were or where they were going - they ripped through a tapestry and found themselves in a hidden passageway, hurtled along it and came out near their Charms classroom, which they knew was miles from the trophy room.
'Good,' everyone breathed in relief.
"I think we've lost him," Harry panted, leaning against the cold wall and wiping his forehead. Neville was bent double, wheezing and spluttering.
"I - told -you," Hermione gasped, clutching at the stitch in her chest, "I - told - you."
'Not really the time dear,' Rose laughed.
"We've got to get back to Gryffindor tower," said Ron, "quickly as possible."
"Malfoy tricked you," Hermione said to Harry. "You realize that, don't you? He was never going to meet you - Filch knew someone was going to be in the trophy room, Malfoy must have tipped him off."
Harry thought she was probably right, but he wasn't going to tell her that.
"Let's go."
It wasn't going to be that simple. They hadn't gone more than a dozen paces when a doorknob rattled and something came shooting out of a classroom in front of them.
It was Peeves. He caught sight of them and gave a squeal of delight.
'Crap,' James and the Prewett's muttered. 'This won't be good.
"Shut up, Peeves - please - you'll get us thrown out."
Peeves cackled.
"Wandering around at midnight, Ickle Firsties? Tut, tut, tut. Naughty, naughty, you'll get caughty."
"Not if you don't give us away, Peeves, please."
"Should tell Filch, I should," said Peeves in a saintly voice, but his eyes glittered wickedly. "It's for your own good, you know."
"Get out of the way," snapped Ron, taking a swipe at Peeves this was a big mistake.
'Yeah, that's not good,' James said laughing. 'Sirius tried that once when were being chased by McGonagall, it's safe to say that she caught us and we got detention.'
Everyone laughed lightly at the story and James continued to read.
"STUDENTS OUT OF BED!" Peeves bellowed, "STUDENTS OUT OF BED DOWN THE CHARMS CORRIDOR!"
Ducking under Peeves, they ran for their lives, right to the end of the corridor where they slammed into a door - and it was locked.
"This is it!" Ron moaned, as they pushed helplessly at the door, "We're done for! This is the end!"
'Not good,' Lily muttered.
They could hear footsteps, Filch running as fast as he could toward Peeves' shouts.
"Oh, move over," Hermione snarled. She grabbed Harry's wand, tapped the lock, and whispered, 'Alohomora'!"
'Clever girl!' Dorea said.
'What would they have done without, ay James?' Lily said cockily to her husband, who the proceeded to pout like a child before reading.
The lock clicked and the door swung open - they piled through it, shut it quickly, and pressed their ears against it, listening.
"Which way did they go, Peeves?" Filch was saying. "Quick, tell me."
"Say 'please'."
"Don't mess with me, Peeves, now where did they go?"
"Shan't say nothing if you don't say please," said Peeves in his annoying singsong voice.
"All right -please."
"NOTHING! Ha haaa! Told you I wouldn't say nothing if you didn't say please! Ha ha! Haaaaaa!" And they heard the sound of Peeves whooshing away and Filch cursing in rage.
James and the Prewett's roared with laughter. 'Good one.'
"He thinks this door is locked," Harry whispered. "I think we'll be okay - get off, Neville!" For Neville had been tugging on the sleeve of Harry's bathrobe for the last minute. "What?"
'What is it now?' Lily said in a faint voice.
Harry turned around - and saw, quite clearly, what. For a moment, he was sure he'd walked into a nightmare - this was too much, on top of everything that had happened so far.
'What?' everyone asked now.
They weren't in a room, as he had supposed. They were in a corridor. The forbidden corridor on the third floor. And now they knew why it was forbidden.
Everyone held their breath, what was it?
They were looking straight into the eyes of a monstrous dog, a dog that filled the whole space between ceiling and floor. It had three heads. Three pairs of rolling, mad eyes; three noses, twitching and quivering in their direction; three drooling mouths, saliva hanging in slippery ropes from yellowish fangs.
Everyone had gone very pale.
'What is a thing like that doing in a school!' Rose screeched wide eyed, nobody had an answer for her.
James continued to read in a fast, shaky voice. How would his son get out of this?
It was standing quite still, all six eyes staring at them, and Harry knew that the only reason they weren't already dead was that their sudden appearance had taken it by surprise, but it was quickly getting over that, there was no mistaking what those thunderous growls meant.
Harry groped for the doorknob - between Filch and death, he'd take Filch.
'You better Harry Potter!' Lily said loudly, her voice cracking with fear.
They fell backward - Harry slammed the door shut, and they ran, they almost flew, back down the corridor. Filch must have hurried off to look for them somewhere else, because they didn't see him anywhere, but they hardly cared - all they wanted to do was put as much space as possible between them and that monster. They didn't stop running until they reached the portrait of the Fat Lady on the seventh floor.
"Where on earth have you all been?" she asked, looking at their bathrobes hanging off their shoulders and their flushed, sweaty faces.
'Nowhere, just been to a fake duel, got chased by the care taker, tricked by a poltergeist and then almost eaten by a three headed dog!' Lily shrieked and James moved to put a consoling arm around his wife's shoulders before continuing to read.
"Never mind that - pig snout, pig snout," panted Harry, and the portrait swung forward. They scrambled into the common room and collapsed, trembling, into armchairs.
It was a while before any of them said anything. Neville, indeed, looked as if he'd never speak again.
'Poor boy,' Rose said.
"What do they think they're doing, keeping a thing like that locked up in a school?" said Ron finally. "If any dog needs exercise, that one does."
'That's a bloody good question!' Charlus and Michael said together.
Hermione had got both her breath and her bad temper back again. "You don't use your eyes, any of you, do you?" she snapped. "Didn't you see what it was standing on."
'They weren't really looking at its feet girl!' Gideon and Fabian said together.
"The floor?" Harry suggested. "I wasn't looking at its feet, I was too busy with its heads."
Everyone laughed hollowly, now that the children were out of danger they could breathe easily again.
"No, not the floor. It was standing on a trapdoor. It's obviously guarding something."
'The Philosopher's Stone.' Lily whispered and smacked a hand to her forehead. 'Of course!'
She stood up, glaring at them. "I hope you're pleased with yourselves. We could all have been killed - or worse, expelled. Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to bed."
'Really?' James and the twins laughed.
'I think she needs to sort out her priorities.' Dorea said, her eyes a little wide from the girl's comment.
Ron stared after her, his mouth open.
"No, we don't mind," he said. "You'd think we dragged her along, wouldn't you."
But Hermione had given Harry something else to think about as he climbed back into bed. The dog was guarding something... What had Hagrid said? Gringotts was the safest place in the world for something you wanted to hide - except perhaps Hogwarts. It looked as though Harry had found out where the grubby little package from vault seven hundred and thirteen was.
'And now he's going to want to know why!' Lily groaned.
'Great,' James said in a worried tone. 'We get to worry more now! The chapter is done, who wants to read next?'
'I will.' Gideon said, taking the book from James.
Chapter ten my friends! I really am spoiling you today! Like I've said before though, I want to get this story out of the way asap because the first two bore me. There just isn't enough action! ;) Debating whether to bring in a few more character's, I'm getting bored of the ones i've got. I might bring in some more relatives or members of the OOTP who died in the first war, what do you think?
Thank you for the reviews that I've had from the last chapter, they've been quite constructive and of course they make me smile. There won't be another update tonight/this morning, but there will be one tomorrow/later on today hopefully!
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