Disclaimer: This is based of J.K Rowling's imagination. I don't own.

NOTE: Alright, during the past week, I was doing some thinking and a lot of planning of this fanfiction, and I decided that the border collie didn't suit Izzy's character anymore. So apologies, but I've changed it. Chapters 16, 17, 18 and 19 have all been updated for the changes, but not much has changed so you don't need to go back and reread them. Her animagus form is now an ARCTIC FOX, and here's why: cunning, stealth, perserverance and persistence. Arctic fox's are known for their adaptability (I mean they do live in an extreme climate, and Izzy's had to adapt to living in the wizarding world, and I think she did that quite well). They're good at making the most of resources (I took that as the Slytherin trait resourceful). They're sly and graceful. I hope this makes you readers think the Animagus form suits her.

PREVIOUSLY: Slytherin Quidditch practise with new brooms and Draco as seeker. Izzy punched Draco for calling Hermione a mudblood, and she got a detention. Dumbledore now has Pettigrew and the Weasley twins think he was Polyjuiced as Izzy for a day. Snape caught Izzy out after curfew and she ranted at him for a bit. (I think that sums up Chapter 19)

Enjoy the chapter. X

Chapter 20

Minerva sat behind the desk in her office on the morning of Halloween. Albus had told her weeks ago to be on the lookout for anything suspicious or dangerous around this time, to which she had queries why and what sort of thing she should be looking. However, the Headmaster was either unwilling to give up that information, or even he wasn't sure what it could be.

She had her suspicions, of course. This was just after the head-of-houses half-term review when Deverill had burst into the office as if a herd of chimaeras were chasing her. It had seemed urgent, which made her think that perhaps this second-year Slytherin had something to do with the dangerous Halloween activity the Headmaster spoke of.

Over the next month, she had watched Deverill carefully. She knew a bit about the girl already, having been curious when she made friends with the Gryffindors rather than the members of her own house, but that didn't seem to be a problem for her. That was one of the reasons she had placed Deverill on the Slytherin Quidditch Team in first year. She had seen people like her go through Hogwarts being bullied constantly with no friends of their own – she had thought Miss Granger might have been a similar case, but she had bonded with Weasley and Potter, a good match, if she did say so herself. She thought that she would be more popular on the Quidditch team and Snape had only given her a place because she seemed not to want to join the team. It was ridiculous really, given how accurate she was as a beater, but she seemed a little shy with some things, and then randomly confident in others. As a plus, she wanted a woman player on the Slytherin team. Mr Flint was unlikely to choose a female player out of all those who wanted to be on the team, so this was really the only way. And it went to show how good Deverill was that she hadn't been replaced at the beginning of this year.

But that wasn't all Deverill was. She was very defensive – if how she punched Malfoy in the face was any indication. Yes, the girl could come out of her shell, but she tended to only do so with a collect few, be those friends or enemies.

In the last few weeks, she had noticed the conflict between Severus and her ease slightly. She had noticed him glaring at across the great hall during mealtimes last year and this year, or finding ways to dock a point (from a member of his own house!) or give her a detention. She didn't know what had made him dislike her so much, especially as she only partly shared the same aversion. Now however, he watched her with a more calculating gaze. Minerva wondered if perhaps he had come to the same conclusion she had when Dumbledore had warned them about what was to come at Halloween.

It was stressful, knowing that something bad was likely to happen, but not knowing when. She half expected Albus to come charging through the doors with something urgent that had been cropped up. And she didn't know how bad it would be. It could be as simple as Albus getting sick, or the Halloween feast not happening due to a food shortage in the kitchens. But it could be much worse.

After her second year Transfiguration lesson yesterday, she was now certain that Deverill knew what would happen – and hopefully she would have told the headmaster. Her students had been self-partnered for group work. Granger, Weasley, Potter and Deverill had grouped together, and although they got on with their work fine, Deverill's 'psychic abilities' kept cropping up in their conversation and Granger had repeatedly said that she thought they should tell Dumbledore.

Granger was intelligent, responsible and honest. Minerva thought that if she had decided they should tell a teacher, then they probably should. Though she caught mutterings of Harry saying 'trust Deverill' 'it's nothing' and 'insane', which frankly, worried her even more.

There was a part of her that blamed herself for the reactions her students were having. Last year, they had asked for her help protecting the Philosopher Stone and she hadn't believed them. She should have, and now they didn't trust her to tell her what was wrong. Three of them were in her own house for Merlin's sake.

They had been injured last time, except Hermione who escaped relatively unscathed. Next time, they might not be so lucky and someone might die.

She shook those thoughts from her head and stood up. Breakfast would be soon and she didn't want to be late. It might worry the Headmaster if she was absent without warning or reason, especially on Halloween. Something bad always seemed to happen on Halloween. The Potters dying. That troll breaking in. And now whatever this was going to be.

I was all ready to go down to breakfast, I was dressed, and I had showered and brushed my teeth. I had even packed my books into my school bag. The problem was that it wasn't time for breakfast. The rest of my dorm mates were still asleep. The rest of the school was probably still asleep, except for ghosts and Peeves, as they never slept.

My drapes were redrawn around my bed and I lay back against the pillow, lifting my hand and extending my claws. The sharp sound of them coming up was satisfying and I could keep playing around with them all day, except that I now had a competition with Fred and George for who could get a full transformation first. George seemed to have fallen behind slightly, being more concerned with turning back than he was with gaining more feathers, which was apparently quite easy. Once you had mastered the feather transformation it was easy to repeat that all over your body and the same was with fur. It wasn't as difficult as I had first thought. I had imagined the white fur slowly creeping from my fingers over my skin. It had been like that at first, but now it was as easy as unsheathing my claws.

I did that now, fairly certain that none of my dorm mates would push aside the drapes and see me half through my transformation. They just left me be most of the time, but my paranoid self was telling me that this could be the one time they come to wake me up in the morning or have to get to me in an emergency.

My skin looked and felt weird when it was completely covered in fur. I was still the shape of a human just with thick, sleek, white fur all over my body.

I had pretty much mastered that so the next step I was trying to take was facial features. Fred had explained how he did the eyes. He pictured them shrinking clearly and turning black, like black pearls and somewhere in his mind he always had an image of when he saw himself for the first time in the vision.

Despite him explaining to this several times over the last few weeks (to both George and me), regardless of the fact we were still focussing on fur and feathers – which I had only finished a couple of days ago – I still hadn't tried to change my eyes. I still remembered how creepy Fred looked with tiny black eyes sunk into his head and George unable to get rid of his feathers. I didn't want to get stuck with disturbing dog eyes for the rest of my life.

I knew it wouldn't happen like that though. I would be able to change my eyes back. I hadn't had a problem with the claws or the fur. And if anything did happen, I could always wear sunglasses. I had over a year now to memorise my new appearance, and I could reciprocate it in my mind, therefore there was no problem. Except George had known himself his whole life and still had trouble turning feathers back into skin.

After a couple more minutes of indecision I realised I wouldn't start with eyes, just in case something went wrong. Dogs were slightly colour blind, and that wasn't something I wanted to be permanent. So I went with the ears.

The first step was to make them more pointed, like a dog, and then I would try and move them up to the top of my head. The ears were already furry, so I had made some progress with them already…

Nearby voices snapped me back into my body. My roommates had woken up. With a sigh, I grabbed the handheld mirror next to me and checked my ears. I thought they might have been more pointed than normal, but I couldn't tell for sure. I closed my eyes and shook my head. The fur disappeared and the ears looked the same as normal. At least I tried. You had to start somewhere.

Double checking that I had no fur and no claws, I pushed the drapes aside and stood up. The clock said it was just about seven thirty, so I still had some time until the great hall started filling up for breakfast.

"Slept in your clothes, did you, Deverill? How undignified" Parkinson commented.

I rolled my eyes, "Just an early riser who liked to get on with some school work before the day started"

"Worried your falling behind?"

"Don't worry, I know there's only space for you behind us all" I told her, rolling my eyes again as I went into the common room.

I didn't want to get to the hall before any of my friends, because then I'd be forced to sit at the Slytherin table. If my friends were already there, I could just go and join them.

Choosing to wait a while longer until I was certain the hall would fill up, I sat down on the fireplace by the fire. The pebble I used to practise the summoning charm was still on the desk on the other side of the room. No one saw any need to move it. It was just a pebble and there was a whole ground of pebbles outside, it was nothing interesting.

"Accio pebble" I flicked the wand and the pebble soared hopefully towards me free hand. I dropped it.

"For someone with great co-ordination in Quidditch, you're having a hard time catching that rock" Derrick commented, dropping onto the sofa beside me. "You don't have to try and catch it too early, you know. The summoning charm will directly bring it to your hand but it won't drop until you end the spell, which you do every time it hits your closed fist. When you feel the rock touch your hand, then you close it" I sighed and he took the rock from me. "Depulso" He banished it back to the starting place. "Try it again"

I grudgingly raised my wand again. I didn't know why I was struggling so much with this spell. Harry had managed to learn it in one night. Although he was in fourth year so was more advanced at magic, and had Hermione as a tutor. "Accio pebble" I waited until it collided with me before I grabbed hold of it and caught the pebble.

"Congratulations" Derrick smirked, "You mastered the summoning charm long ago, but now you've finally mastered the art of catching. Next: Learning to Throw" I huffed at him and he chuckled to himself. "Come on. You don't want to be late for breakfast"

"I won't be late for breakfast" I shrugged, "I'm just waiting for the Gryffindors to get there so I can sit at their table without it being awkward"

"Why don't you sit with the Slytherins for a change?"

"I don't have any friends in Slytherin"

"Ouch" Derrick staggered backwards, clutching his heart and I was unexpectedly reminded of the twins when they were being comedians.

"I didn't know you had a sense of humour" I commented.

"Is that what you base your friendships on?"

"That. Honesty. Loyalty"

"You sound like a Hufflepuff"

"I chose Hufflepuff"

"What?"

"The sorting hat couldn't decide where to put me, so I asked for Hufflepuff and then it yelled at Slytherin. I still hold a grudge"

"Why would you ask for Hufflepuff?"

"Where would the hat have sorted you if you hadn't been in Slytherin?"

"I don't know. I don't fit anywhere else so I guess I would have also gone to Hufflepuff"

"Hufflepuff house isn't for the other houses' rejects. They have their own qualities" I rolled my eyes.

"Standing up for the badgers now, are you?" I groaned. Apparently Parkinson had made her way into the common room. Surprisingly she hadn't taken as long as usual to do her hair.

"See. It's people like her who give Slytherin a bad reputation" I told Derrick, loud enough for her to hear. "She's like a bludger. You've just got to whack her hard enough to get rid of her, and she always thinks she's the most important ball in the game. I actually think she's the least important. I mean, you've got the snitch. That's the most important as it scores the most points. I think that represents Gryffindor house, as they can get through without doing much work but still come out better off than the others. The quaffle represents Ravenclaw, because it logical. It gives ten points and you do it in steps, ten points a go rather than all at once. The hoops represent Hufflepuff, as they help others to do better. And the players are Slytherin, as we use our minds to find cunning ways to win. Of course, in every house you have a couple of bludgers that are just in the game to mess everything up. And they never succeed at anything. Bludgers don't score points, they are only there to hurt others"

"Merlin, Dev" Malfoy said, "You play Quidditch too much if you're comparing everthing to bludgers and quaffles and hoops. So what am I? A bludger too? Or do you class me with the Slytherins as a player?"

I smirked at him, "You're a spectator, Malfoy. You watch everything around you and try to find the best way to fit in even if it isn't for the best. You need to choose for yourself what you want to do with your future and who you want to be"

"Wow, this is getting deep" Derrick remarked, standing up, "I need a large breakfast now" I followed him out through the wall and he kept talking. "So you punch him in the face and then offer him life advice?"

I shrugged.

"Why did the hat put you in Slytherin?" He muttered, shaking his head. I shrugged again. "You don't seem particularly that cunning or ambitious. I think you might have fit in better in Hufflepuff"

"I think that's the nicest thing anyone in Slytherin has ever told me" I grinned, regaining warmth as we walked up the steps from the dungeons.

Once we entered the Great Hall, I immediately left him at the door to hurry towards the Gryffindor table. The golden trio still weren't there so I sat down next to Ginny. She was sitting alone like she normally did, with the rest of her year further down the table. It must have been difficult to make friends when she was constantly talking to a manipulative psychopath.

"Good morning" I cheerfully chirped, ladling my plate up with bacon and toast. "Did you sleep well?"

Ginny mumbled something inaudible, she looked rather frightened and I didn't need three guesses to find out why.

"How are you enjoying school?" I asked, swallowing a piece of bacon.

"Good" said Ginny, quietly. She was prodding her scrambled egg with a fork and moving it around. "Izzy, I need to tell you something" The intensity of her gaze made me do a double take. She wouldn't, would she? I couldn't let her tell me about the Chamber of Secrets because then I'd be forced to help her and I'd be sabotaging myself to try and get Harry down there to kill the basilisk and create many items that could be used to destroy a Horcrux.

I stood up suddenly, "Sorry, I just remembered I have homework due in first period and I haven't done it. I'll talk to you later, Ginny" And I ran from the hall, almost crashing into Hermione as she came through.

"Why are you running?" She asked, but I didn't reply just raced straight for the Room of Requirements.

Behind me, I didn't notice Dumbledore and McGonagall sharing a worried look, or the expression of panic that briefly crossed the Transfiguration Teachers face as I fled from the hall without finishing my breakfast.

Since Lockhart's first catastrophic failure of a lesson, he hadn't really done any practical work. It was just hours of watching him laugh and joke at the front of the class as he talked about 'his' adventures across the world coming across vampires and hags. They were actually great stories, when you realised that someone had done those (and been obliviated) and it wasn't just made up by Lockhart.

So it came as a shock to the majority of the class (me excluded), when Lockhart declared he was going to be running an extra-curricular duelling club. Sign-up sheets would be placed in our common rooms for anyone who wanted to join. "I wanted it to be a surprise, but I couldn't hold it in any longer. Ha, HA" He had said.

"Now Harry, why don't you come up and we can re-enact the twelfth chapter from Wanderings with Werewolves?" said Lockhart. Harry shot a desperate look around the room, saying help clearly. Unfortunately, everyone was avoiding his gaze. Even Hermione and Ron were looking down and away. The raven-haired boy grudgingly got to his feet and walked slowly to the front. "Excellent" Lockhart beamed, "Now you pretend to be the werewolf" Harry stood their blandly. "Get down on all fours" He prompted, "And howl"

Harry gave his best attempt at a wolf howl, but it came out as a whine. Malfoy sniggered at the back of the class, and Harry's face darkened a few more shades into red.

"With all due respect, Professor" I said without raising my hand. "Werewolves don't tend to be an all fours. They stand like us, except when chasing prey as they need to put on speed to catch up. That's only when they go on all fours. When howling, they stand up straight and point their snout to the moon as they're signalling to their pack their position so it needs to be clear rather than muffled from them facing the floor"

"Right, yes" Lockhart sounded flustered and Hermione shot me a confused glance.

"How do you know so much about werewolves?" She whispered.

"Friend of a friend" I shrugged. If I counted Pettigrew as a friend, as he was technically the only Marauder I had met – that was a horrid thought. Lupin was technically still a friend to him even though he thought he was dead and the rat had actually betrayed them all and joined the deatheaters.

"Well I thought this re-enactment would be more interesting" Lockhart defended.

"So what you're attempting to say, is that werewolves are just as harmless as ordinary dogs who do live on all fours, and also howl but in a playful manor"

"Well I wouldn't want to frighten any of you, would I?"

"You're supposed to prepare us in case we ever run into a werewolf, and I don't think they're going to roll over for a belly-rub"

"Right, yes. How about we move on?" Harry thankfully scampered back to his seat. "Why don't you reread chapter twelve?"

Hermione obligingly opened her book. I was sure she must have read that chapter at least a hundred times by now. But as the perfect student that she was, she wasn't going to defy a teacher – except in fifth year when she formed an illegal duelling club.

I wasn't that interested in rereading a nonsense book. We weren't going to be having end of year exams anyway. Instead I just doodled in the margins, ignoring the frustrated looks Hermione was shooting me. She didn't really think it was important to read these books, did she?

A ball of paper hit me on the head and bounced off. I turned to Harry and Ron who were looking at me expectantly from the other side of Hermione. "Accio" The ball of paper zoomed back to my hand and I unscrunched it.

Are you sure you don't want to attend Nearly-Headless-Nick's deathday party?

I was sure. As a Slytherin, I was sure I would be blamed instead of Harry for writing that message on the wall. And I didn't want to starve that evening. There was only rotting food served at a Death Day party.

I nodded at them and flicked the paper back over to them. Unfortunately it hit Hermione on the face. She glared at all three of us and pointed at her book. I shrugged and went back to doodling.

Dumbledore sat at his desk. Today wasn't the day he would have chosen to receive the report on Sirius Black and he certainly didn't want to bring a Ministry Official into Hogwarts on such a dangerous day. But, on the bright side, Mr Hedge wouldn't leave his office and would be gone in a half hour.

He frowned as he read the file he had just been handed. "Black didn't have a trial?" He queried. There was no record of a hearing being held to determine whether he was guilty or innocent.

"There was concrete evidence against him. He was the Potters' secret keeper and he killed Pettigrew and a dozen muggles with many eye witnesses"

"Isn't it better to check that he was guilty before sending him to Azkaban?"

"This was just after the defeat of Voldemort" Hedge defended, "The deatheaters were going wild and we couldn't risk them trying to break Black out, so we shipped him right off. He was muttering about having killed the Potters the whole way, and there were multiple witnesses for his murder of Pettigrew and the Muggles. It was obvious he was guilty, so we decided to not waste time giving him a hearing while all the courtrooms were packed with us trying to determine which deatheater did which horror and who was under the Imperius curse or not"

Dumbledore sighed and rubbed his eyes. "I need a meeting with the Head of the DMLE"

"When?"

"The earliest possible"

As Hedge departed, Dumbledore relaxed back in his chair. Pettigrew was alive and in a locked draw next to him. He wanted to call Lupin and tell him that Black didn't betray him and he still had one of his childhood friends left, but now wasn't the time. Deverill could have been wrong and Black wasn't innocent. It was best to find out the truth before he planted a seed of hope.

"How about the Hogwarts Defence Group?" George suggested.

"Not classy enough" Fred shot it down. "It needs to be something cool"

"Marauders 2.0" said George.

I snorted, "Why do I feel like that's plagiarism?"

"The Masters of Hogwarts" said George with a gleam in his eyes.

The prank was planned, except for the small part I was keeping from the twins. I had suggested that seeing as something bad was going to happen after the Halloween feast today, that we should do something to lighten everyone's spirits tomorrow. They had immediately agreed to pull a prank, not bothering to ask why it was necessary.

"Tonight we'll set it up" I reminded them, "Bring the Marauder's Map. If I'm late, it's because Snape caught me out after curfew again"

"He caught you?" asked George. I nodded and shrugged.

"The world didn't end"

I glanced over to Fred and the world almost did end. He had half-transformed himself. His face was shrunken to fit his beady eyes and his ears had disappeared. His hair had turned into feathers and his cheeks were littered with them.

"My brain feels like it's being squeezed" He commented, rolling his shoulders back and returning to human form. "Is that supposed to happen?"

"Before you trying shrinking to your form, I think you need to transform your internal organs" I shrugged quite helplessly. "Get a book out of the library that shows the internal structure of a magpie" I suggested.

Fred groaned, "I already have the limit of six books out"

"You already have six books out? What for?"

"We're making potions with Lee and working on prank products, so I got out some free brewing books and some other things" Fred shrugged.

"You can always research in the library"

"No. Pince will have our heads if we stay in there longer than five minutes"

George laughed, "She thinks we're too disruptive. It's not our fault we caused an explosion in one of the aisles in first year. Look at everyone flocking towards the Great Hall for the feast" He commented. I saw Harry, Ron and Hermione making their way to the dungeons and Ginny in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom"

"Mischief Managed" I tapped my wand to the map and it furled back up. "Come on. I'm hungry!"

Halloween was almost over and still nothing had happened. Minerva had been worried all day, and in her last class, one of her students had asked her if anything was wrong.

She was now certain that Dumbledore had been mistaken. His paranoia from old age was catching up to him and he had been led on a false trail to believe a disaster would arise.

She couldn't help but survey the students in front of her. Everything seemed to be in order. Deverill was sitting at the Slytherin table next to Zabini, though he was reading the book on his lap. Malfoy uncharacteristically didn't seem to be saying anything, though Parkinson looked like she was saying a spiteful remark. She was just about to look away when Deverill looked over at the Headmaster. There seemed to be an unspoken conversation between them before Deverill looked away, or actually she looked over to the Gryffindor table.

Minerva followed her gaze to where there was a gap at the table. Frowning, she pondered who it was. The Weasley twins were sitting further up with their own year group, so the people that were missing were Potter, Weasley and Granger. Why was it always those three? Last Halloween they had chased after a mountain troll – and successfully taken it down. She didn't want to imagine what sort of trouble they would be getting up to this time.

As soon as the feast was over, I rushed to catch up with Fred and George as they left the hall. Malfoy had been unusually subdued during the feast, but Parkinson made up for it by constantly chattering away about pureblood conspiracies. At the Gryffindor table, the conversation was always about Quidditch, a funny anecdote from the day or questions about school work. With the snakes, the topic was always much darker, which pureblood had changed political sides, who had been exiled from their clan for not voting 'correctly', who had been arrested for possession of a dark artefacts. It was usually politics, which made sense as most of my housemates would have a Winzengamot seat when they were older.

"The pumpkins were giant this year" Angelina commented as they passed a couple hanging over the doorway.

"No wonder there was more pumpkin pie than anyone could ever eat" said Fred. "Did you have the pumpkin pie, Iz?"

"I don't really like it" I shrugged.

Fred stopped in his tracks, "You don't like pumpkin pie!"

"I'm more carnivorous, if you know what I mean" I grinned, "George, don't you like to eat live mice or snakes?"

Lee retched. "What are you talking about?" Angelina asked.

"Pumpkin pie" Fred answered innocently.

The whole school was swarming out of the hall into the corridor and the message Ginny left had been strategically placed so everyone could see it.

And standing right in front of it was the golden trio.

"Enemies of the heir beware" Malfoy said loudly. "You'll be next mudbloods"

"What's going on here?" I turned around to see Filch pushing through the crowd, and Ginny behind him, joining the crowd from a different passage. She looked very tired. Meanwhile, Filch had spotted his cat. "What have you done to her?" He screeched.

Luckily the other teachers were all arriving.

"You! You murdered Mrs Norris. You killed her! I'll kill you! I'll kill-"

"Argus!" Dumbledore snapped him from his rant. "Come with me Argus. You too, Mr Potter, Mr Weasley, Miss Granger" He turned to me and added, "And Miss Deverill" I stepped forward to join them. I should have expected that Dumbledore would want to talk to me after today.

"My office is nearest, Headmaster" Lockhart said eagerly, "just upstairs – please feel free-"

"Thank you, Gilderoy" said Dumbledore. Lockhart led the small group importantly through the parting crowd.

When they entered Lockhart's office, I smiled as the portraits ran to cover out of the frames. I then realised it was not a good time to smile as the distraught caretaker was glaring at me and even Dumbledore didn't seem that pleased with events.

"Excuse me and Miss Deverill for a moment" said Dumbledore, leading me to the corner of the room. "Silencio" He bellowed and no one else I n the room heard anything after that, though they could all see the disappointed way the Headmaster was looking at me. "Doesn't concern me?" He said, quietly, repeating what I had told him in his office. "The Chamber of Secrets has been opened. Oh for Merlin's sake" He rubbed his temple, "I think that was something I deserved to know"

"You didn't know it in the previous timeline" I shrugged, unconcernedly, "And it all worked out fine. I don't want to change anything. This is a dangerous time to be meddling with. If I tweak something slightly, then someone might die. No one died last time, I can tell you that much. Look, I know what is best, so stop acting as if you can change something for the better. The events that happen this year are necessary for the defeat of Voldemort. If it doesn't happen right, the world is screwed. So stop acting like I'm a naïve child"

"You're twelve years old" Dumbledore pointed out.

"Actually, I'm nineteen" I corrected him, "Time travel remember"

Dumbledore paused in shock for a moment and then continued much more quietly, "If you're of age then how come you're not that good at magic"

I blinked. That was hurtful. I was trying my best. "I know a lot of spells, but I can't cast them because I have a different magical core that I'm not used to." I thought that was a plausible lie, "I have to relearn everything. I think I'm pretty decent at theoretical things, but there are gaps. Things I've forgotten, you know"

Dumbledore sighed, "So, I'm just supposed to let this all play out?"

"No. Act like you would if you didn't know that this needed to happen. Act like a headmaster would with a ba…with the chamber open. And know that if someone dies, I've screwed up big time"

Dumbledore nodded and cancelled the silencing charm. "Right" He said to the room as a whole and marched over to the cat on the table. After examining her closely for a minute while Lockhart said all his theories over his shoulder. He stood up. "She's not dead"

"As I suspected" declared Lockhart.

"But she's all still and stiff" choked Filch.

"She's been petrified" Dumbledore rasped, "But how, I cannot say…"

"Ask him!" Shrieked Filch, pointing at Harry.

"No second year could have done this" said Dumbledore firmly. "It would take Dark Magic of the most advanced-"

"He did it, he did it!" Filch insisted, "You saw what he wrote on the wall! He found – in my office – he knows I'm a – I'm a – he knows I'm a squib"

"I never touched Mrs Norris" Harry defended, shifting his arms uncomfortably.

"Can I go now?" I interrupted, looking predominantly at Dumbledore. "No one can blame me for it"

"Yes, Miss Deverill, you can go" The headmaster said, tiredly, "Remember to do what we talked about"

I paused on the way to door, "What did we talk about?" I frowned.

Dumbledore looked at me in irritation, "Not screwing up what you're doing for me"

"Ah. Right. Got it" I paused before saying, "As long as you don't screw up what you're doing for me" I spun back around and strode back to the dungeons.

NOTE: Yay! I did Halloween. I hope people liked it. I decided to make Izzy have been eighteen in the real world when she entered the wizarding world, so she can have the extra frustration of no longer being treated as an adult. Also I wanted her to be able to drive, though I haven't thought of what I could do with that yet.

Reviews are welcome. Tell me what you think of her new Animagus form, do you like it? Do you think it should have been something different? I love reading reviews.

Also if anyone has any good fanfic suggestions for me to read, please suggest. (I need another reason to procrastinate work)