Greyson paced outside of Fluffy, Coal, and Rascal's door. Where was Harry and the others? What if Filch caught them again? Greyson wouldn't put it past them.

"You ready?" Harry asked, appearing out of thin air with Hermione and Ron on either side of him.

"What took you three so long?" Greyson hissed. They always seemed to take forever when they were sneaking out at night.

"Neville," Harry said, as if that explained everything. Greyson looked at Hermione and Ron, hoping they would be able to add on to his brother's one worded answer.

"He tried to stop us," Hermione explained. "He was worried over us losing more house points."

"But Hermione was brilliant," Ron gushed. "She petrified him."

"I had to," Hermione said, tugging at her tight curls. "If I hadn't, we wouldn't have been able to stop..." She threw a glance over her shoulder. "Snape from bringing back... You Know Who."

Greyson nodded. "Just remember, they might be defensive since they don't know you," He said and threw open the door to Fluffy, Rascal, and Coal's room. He blinked. They were sound asleep. Those three never stayed asleep anytime anyone opened the door. If anything, they were always angry to have their naps interrupted, as Greyson had quickly learned after they snapped at him for doing just that.

"Look," Hermione said, pointing. Greyson followed where her finger was aimed. "Snape must have charmed it to put them to sleep."

"Clever," Greyson said, thoughtfully. "Come on, he's already ahead of us. We have to catch up to him." He reached for one of the paws to slide off the trap door. It barely moved. How heavy was one of their paws?

Fortunately, the others saw what he was doing and after the four of them pushed and grunted, the door was freed. He opened the door and looked at the dark, damp home of the devil's snare. He was not looking forward to the vines being all over him.

"Does anyone else think it's become rather quiet?" Ron asked, as a giant glob of slobber fell on them. Greyson's eyes widened.

"Oh no," he said. "Jump," he said as he pushed them down. Before he could jump, Coal covered the entryway to stand.

"Hey it's okay, boys," he said. Why didn't he think to bring treats? He always brought them treats. It had to have been the stress of tonight that clouded his thinking.

The three just growled at him more. All those months, lost without the treats since their nap was disturbed. Maybe the house elves had some leftover scraps that he could give to them?

He slowly backed away. He was sure he could make it to the kitchens and back without Filch noticing him. He never broke eye contact with them as he reached for the door knob.

He quickly slipped out and headed for the kitchens. "Alright, meat scraps, and then I go back to help Harry."

"Help Harry?" a familiar drawl said. Greyson froze. It couldn't be. Could it? He turned to see Professor Snape staring him down.

"Professor," Greyson said, straightening up. "How are you?"

"Don't," Snape said firmly. "What is so important that you are wandering the halls out of bed to help Mr. Harry Potter?"

"I was helping Hagrid care for the cerberus, Professor. I forgot to visit the kitchens to see if the house elves had any scraps for them. They were a bit angry to see me up in their room without treats," Greyson explained. Not a total lie, but the best lies were based in truth.

Professor Snape pursed his lips. "And how does helping Harry come into this?" he asked. Greyson opened his mouth but nothing came out. "I'm waiting, Mr. Potter." Greyson promptly closed his mouth and swallowed. Why weren't his words coming to him like they normally were?

"And here I thought you were more like your mother instead of your good for nothing father," Professor Snape said. "Guess the apple doesn't fall far from the tree for either son." Greyson furrowed his brows. That did not sound good in any light.

"Ah, Professor Snape, Mr. Potter, what are you doing out at this hour?" an aged voice said behind him. What was with everyone coming up behind him tonight?

He quickly turned to face Professor Dumbledore. "I was helping Hagrid take care of Fluffy, Rascal, and Coal," Greyson said, seeing his chance to slip out of this situation he found himself in with Snape. "I forgot to visit the kitchens for any meat scraps. Quibby and Kirby usually save them for me to give to them."

"Ah," Professor Dumbledore nodded. "A most valiant task indeed. Professor Snape, let's leave young Mr. Greyson to his chores for Hagrid." Professor Snape nodded reluctantly and followed with Professor Dumbledore. "Just don't get too preoccupied up there with them, Greyson."

"Yes, professor," Greyson nodded, not sure if the headmaster actually believed him or knew the real reason Greyson was heading back to the third floor that was most expressly considered off limits. After a moment, he decided it didn't really matter since his brother needed him and every second he wasted here, the longer Harry was left to face Professor Quirrell.

He shook his head. He had Hermione and Ron with him. They both showed that they were capable, maybe not as much as Greyson would like, they were pretty impressive.

After what seemed like forever, he finally had the meat scraps to calm the three of them. "Hey, boys," Greyson said, holding out the buckets of scraps. He gave them a wide berth, emptying them into three separate piles for each of them. Once they were distracted by their food, he slipped into the room beneath the trapped door.

He closed his eyes as the devil's snare squirmed all around him. It seemed forever before it swallowed him up and dropped him to the ground. He fell with a thud and stood, dusting himself off. "Alright, now to the next challenge," he said to himself.

He made it to the next room and groaned. He was terrible with a broom. Last time he was here, he had Fred and George to help him and Hermione and Ron had Harry. How was he supposed to get past this and get to the chess board where the others were? What was he supposed to do?