Okay guys I know I said it'd be like a week, but I just had this great idea and just had to write it. I think it's my longest chapter yet! Well, I hope you like it!

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Cody's POV

Okay, I regretted accepting Izzy coming with us. She sat in our table at lunch, which scarcely gave Gwen and I time to talk. At least I had good news: Trent was home for Christmas. This meant Gwen wouldn't be babbling about him for ten days, which was pretty good.

"Shouldn't you eat with the other Gryffindors?" I asked politely at Izzy.

"Oh no. I don't really care," Izzy retorted "I just don't want to miss anything. Hey, Gwen, do you think you would mind it if I slept in your dorm?"

Gwen glanced at me with a begging look. I just shrugged my shoulders.

"Great!" Izzy cried.

Gwen glared at me. I gulped. I mouthed a sorry, but Gwen was just too annoyed to notice. We ate in silence (well, Gwen and I ate in silence. Saying Izzy ate in silence would be a lie as big as Owen's butt), and then stood up.

"Should we go and see Slughorn now?" I asked.

Gwen shrugged her shoulders.

"Yeah!" Izzy cheered "We're going to see Slughorn!"

I sometimes wondered how Izzy could be so cheerful.

We went downstairs to the dungeons. I knocked slowly on his door and waited for his answer.

"Come in," our teacher's voice commanded.

We entered the room. It was small and dark. We could see our Potions teacher sat in a chair, filling some papers.

"Oh, hello," he said "Mrs. Kint, Mr. Ellen and Mrs. Kree."

"Good afternoon, Mr. Slughorn," I said politely.

"Sit down, please."

We obeyed him and sat down in three chairs.

"What brings you here?" Mr. Slughorn asked.

"Well," Gwen started "We wanted to ask about a certain student there was here a while ago..."

"Oh, is it Harry Potter?" Mr. Slughorn cut her "He was a very fine student, I tell you. It was a shame I only taught him for one year. He was full of energy and was quite wise too."

"Um, we weren't going to ask about him," Gwen said "we wanted to ask about Bellatrix LeStrange."

Slughorn peaceful expression slowly turned into a serious face.

"Why do you want to know about her?" he asked.

"We read her name in the papers," I explained.

"Well, I have nothing to say about her. The only memory I had was extracted from my brain sixteen years ago. Now, please, leave me alone."

We were shocked by Slughorn quick change of humour. At first, I thought he was lying, but then I remembered something.

"Okay, thanks, Mr. Slughorn," I stuttered "Sorry for bothering."

"Don't worry, kid," he said "You're all brilliant students. I'm sure you will join my special club when you come to fifth grade."

"Yes...sure," I quickly nodded, taking Gwen and Izzy with me.

"But Cody!" cried the second one "Don't we...?"

"Shush, Izzy," I hissed "I have a plan."

Once we were back at the Ravenclaw tower, Gwen and Izzy started asking why had we left so quickly.

"What he said is true," I explained "There is one of his memories in the headmaster's office, next to his Pensieve, where we would be able to visualize it. There is a fat chance we can see that memory if we sneak into the office."

"But how are we going to sneak in?" Gwen asked.

"A day we know there won't be anyone around: Christmas Eve. Until then, we must spy on the entrance so we can hear the password."

"Isn't it a bit too much?" Gwen insisted "I mean...sneaking into the headmaster's office."

"Whoo-hoo!" Izzy hollered "Problems! Yay, I love doing forbidden stuff!"

Gwen and I rolled our eyes in unison.

"Could I hum the soundtrack?" Izzy insisted "You know, like Mission: Impossible?"

Gwen and I glanced at each other, without having the faintest idea of what she was talking about.

"Fine, I guess," Gwen sighed.

"Yipee!" Izzy cheered "Tom Cruise is going to be so proud!"

I rolled my eyes, begging for her to shut up at once.

We spent the next morning hiding by the entrance to McGonagall's office. At first, we spent about two hours standing in the spot. Izzy had hummed the same stupid theme for around one thousand times, and Gwen pointed at her watch, asking how much time would we waste there. I just mouthed it wouldn't be long, although even I didn't believe it.

Just when I was planning quitting the whole project, I saw Mr. Flitwick approaching the eagle that led to the office. We hid well, since our head teacher has a very developed sight. Just as he started walking, we head him pronnounce the password.

"Chocolate muffin."

Chocolate muffin? What was that supposed to mean? Okay, that would be a regular password for Owen...but not for Mrs. McGonagall. However, the eagle nodded and let the professor through. Then it closed again.

I looked at Gwen, who grinned. I winked an eye at her.

"I knew we would do it!" she cried, now in the gardens. She gave me a big high five.

"It was worth the time," I said "Now, we need someone to cover us up during the feast. I mean, they would freak if they knew we weren't there."

"We could kidnap house elves and give them mutijuice potions," Izzy suggested, a psychotic smile in her face.

"Um...better not," Gwen said, looking at our crazy friend "We thought you could cover us saying we're sick. All we could do would be cast a spell on our beds so they sneeze loudly when anyone enters the room and put a bunch of things under the covers.

"Hum...how come you guys get the fun part?"

"We need you to do this, Izzy," I said seriously "It's only a few hours until the feast. When we're done, we'll come back to the feast saying we're feeling better. Don't worry, it'll not be long until we come back."

"Oh..." Izzy was still pretty upset. Not that either of us cared "Well, okay then."

After casting the spell successfully, I met up with Izzy and Gwen in the common room.

"Okay, Gwen and I are leaving now," I announced "Izzy, please remember your part, okay?"

"Sure!" Izzy cried "You've got a cold and a slight headache because you've been swimming in the lake, and you don't feel well enough to come over to the feast. Okay! Tennant Izzy is ready to attack."

Gwen and I glanced at each other, thinking the same thing: Izzy is the nuttiest girl ever existed.

We ran down the hallways, avoiding students and teachers. We knew McGonagall had left her office half an hour ago, so we wouldn't have many problems. However we needed to be sure there wasn't anyone around who could see us inside the office.

Finally, the halls were empty, so we thought safe to approach the eagle.

"Password?" Its fierce voice demanded.

"Chocolate muffin," I pronnounced slowly.

The eagle started rising, and along its way a staircase rose too. We started walking in and finally arrived to the office door. I turned the doorknob. To my dismay, it was locked.

"Crap!" I cried "We forgot about the door unlocking."

"No problem," Gwen said "Alohomora!"

"I forgot that one," I admitted.

I tried to open the doorknob. Nope, it was still locked.

"It's protected," I explained.

"Then I'll just pick the lock," Gwen said shrugging her shoulders.

She stood on her knees and took a hairclip out of her hair. She started picking the lock while I looked at the eagle with a slight fear. What if a teacher came? They'd know someone was inside.

Finally, Gwen told me she'd unlocked it, snapping me off my thinking.

We'd already been to the headmaster's office before. Still, I found it a stunning place. However, we didn't have time to wonder at the drawings or furniture, so I went to the "bottled memories" labeled shelf while Gwen got the Pensieve ready.

"Harry Potter...Phileas Nigullus..."I read in each bottle's labels "Severus Snape... Argus Filch...Dolores Umbridge...Albus Dumbledore...Cornelius Fudge...here! Horace Slughorn."

I quickly took the bottle. It was a small crystal cylinder with a tiny hair in it. I opened the bottle and grabbed my wand so I could get the memory fibre with it. I took it to the Pensieve, which was glowing with golden light coming from nowhere.

"Grab my hand," I told Gwen.

She obeyed me. In a regular ocassion, I would have blushed to death, but right then I was too concentrated in the Pensieve to even glance at her. I looked through the crystalized water and let the power of the object swallow us into Slughorn's memory.

Gwen's POV

I must say I was a bit dizzed when we arrived to the place. I was a bit too drowsy to notice where we were, but Cody, who was better than me, could see that one was the Potions class.

"Look!" he cried "This must have been back in the sixties!"

I nodded, for once seeing what he saw. It was a bunch of sixteen-year-olds during Potions class.

"Very well, Mr. Malfoy and Mr. DaLave," Slughorn said, smiling at an albin-haired boy. His hair was long, down to his neck, and was paired up with another boy who wore a nasty grin in his face.

"DaLave!" I cried out suddenly "That's Geoff's surname!"

"Must have been his father or grandfather," Cody mused thoughtfully.

Now I could see clearly, they were all Slytherins and Gryffindors.

"Good job, Mr. Potter and Mrs. Evans," he said too "Mr. Lupin and Mr. Black... better if you start over again."

"Potter!" I yelled "Is he Harry Potter?"

"Harry Potter was born in 1980," Cody recalled "Must have been his father. Yeah, because his mother was called Lily Evans."

"And that's Remus Lupin!"

"I think so."

However, I could see Slughorn grinning at two girls. One had curly black hair which was all messed up and the other had straight, very blonde hair, really tidy.

"Ah, charming work from the Black twins..." Slughorn said "Sirius, take a guide from your two cousins."

"When I want to join the Dark Side, I will," Sirius Black sneered, making James, Lily and Remus laugh.

The two girls rose their eyebrows and rolled her eyes. I could see what they were thinking: loser.

After the class, everyone left. That is, everyone except the curly black haired girl.

"Professor Slughorn," the girl said "Can I ask you a question?"

"Of couse, Bellatrix," Slughorn nodded.

I instinctively caught Cody's hand. That girl was Bellatrix LeStrange.

"Hum...do you know about...any object that could...bring dead people back to life?" she asked.

"Uh, I think so. One of the Deathly Hallows, I think. I believe it was a stone. All bedtime stories junk, I think."

"No, but another...another object. Maybe...a box..."

Slughorn looked at the girl, who wasn't older than sixteen.

"Whatever got you to that conclusion?" he asked, trying to fake a unworried smile.

"Just some research," the girl hissed "I find it an...interesting topic."

Slughorn stood still for a second, glaring at Bellatrix, who smiled innocently. Then he collapsed on his seat.

"Yes, it does exist," he muttered "His owner is Plinn Jant. He's a notorious wizard. They say that box has the power to revive whoever's wand or piece of wand is placed inside. Are you happy, Bellatrix Black?"

"Quite content, Mr. Slughorn," the girl smirked "Quite content."

We watched the scene in awe. Plinn Jant. I scribbled that name in my hand with a Sharpie I found in my jeans pocket. It must have been there since the summer, because I'd never used them after we arrived to Hogwarts.

Then we saw Bellatrix leaving the room and Slughorn sinking his head into his arms.

"What have I done, what have I done?" he whispered.

I felt a force drifting us away from the scene. In a few seconds of blurry vision, we were back to the office.

"Whoa," Cody whispered.

"Whoa," I agreed, shaking my head.

"We'd better get moving," Cody said, taking the memory back to its bottle and placing it in its belonging place in the shelf "they could catch us any minute if we stay here."

I nodded.

We locked the door shut and ran down the stairs until we safely reached the floor. Then, the eagle closed the staircase, so we could go to dinner safely.

"Remember, we've got a cold," Cody told me.

I nodded. It wouldn't be hard to fake it anyway. I was feeling pretty drowsy from all that memory watching.

We saw Izzy eating in the Ravenclaw table. For once, I was happy to see her. I wanted to know how had everything been. I faked a sneeze before sitting down.

"Hey buddies!" Owen said "You feeling better?"

"I think...I think...ATCHOO!" Cody sneezed. Truth be told, he was very good faking his sneezes.

"How has it been?" Izzy asked.

"Blurry," I answered "We saw pretty strange things."

I was talking carefully, as if it were a code language.

"You saw things?" Owen asked "You're going crazy!"

"Nothing serious...ATCHOO!" Cody said "We just...ATCHOO! read a book... ATCHOO!"

"Oh, okay."

I looked at Cody, and we shared a complicity wink.

After the feast, we explained everything to Izzy.

"So what's the next step, masters?" she asked.

"Resting," I sighed, jumping into the common room couch "I'm exhausted."

"Yeah," Cody agreed "Let's give ourselves a holiday until everyone comes back. We should owl Noah and Courtney anyway."

I nodded. With all my remaining energy, I wrote a simple yet understood letter to Courtney, while Cody did the same for Noah.

Dear Courtney,

We got it. Slughorn told Bellatrix about the Box. Its owner is called Plinn Jant.

Gwen.

Short, right? That was my little talent. However, Cody's wasn't much longer:

Slughorn told Bellatrix everything. Look up Plinn Jant in Magicpedia.

Cody.

Not bad either, I must say. Izzy, Cody and I went to the owlry, where I tied the paper to Rhapsody's leg, and told it to go to 21 Piccadilly Street, London. Cody did the same with his owl, Blathers, to Noah's adress, which was 42 Covent Garden, London. I couldn't help but let out a sigh as we watched how the owls got lost in the distance.

"Let's enjoy the ten days remaining now," Cody said with a smile.

Love it? Hate it? I just made Magicpedia up ^^ it's like Wikipedia but for wizards! ;)

Well, see you soon with my next chapter!

-Nikki :)