Let the Mayhem Begin
By StarLaughter
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Chapter 3
Breathing hard, Harry and Ron sprinted through the dim-lit corridors of Hogwarts dungeons. Pansy could be heard not far behind, panting like a steam train, yet she seemed to find the breath to emit a scary sounding growl.
If they ever caught up with the crazed troupe of Draco, Hermione and Snape, Harry wasn't sure if he'd be able to get to Draco before Pansy vented her fury and left nothing but gooey slytherin bits all over the walls. Why should she have all the fun?
The edge of Snapes cloak could be seen far ahead, billowing in the wake of his love-crazed dash.
Harry couldn't for the life of him figure out what was going on, but right now the only thing on his mind was getting Hermione away from a clearly deranged Draco and Snape, who had proven he could be far more terrifying than previously believed possible.
The moment when Snape started to crack onto Hermione (How you doin'? – what the hell kind of pick up line is that anyway!?) was seared into Harrys brain, and he solemnly believed that had Voldemort run into the class all red-eyed and evil, at that point even he would have picked up the ends of his robes and fled whimpering in horror at the sight.
Soon Harry, Ron and Pansy found themselves thoroughly lost in the underground labyrinth.
"What do you mean you don't know where they've gone??!" Ron bellowed at Pansy. "You're a Slytherin for Merlins sake, how can you get lost in the dungeons!?"
"Shut your mouth Weasley, we need to find them and you're not helping."
"Pansy's right Ron, we need to figure this out rationally." Ron stared at Harry in horror. When Harry realised he had just agreed with Pansy he fought the urge to slam his head Dobby style repeatedly into the surrounding stone walls.
Pansy, oblivious to the reactions of two boys, continued, "See Weasel, even Potty agrees with me, so as hard as it may be for you, try and think of something instead of losing it over your precious mudblood. Ohhh when I get my hands on her...." Pansys hands started clenching into hammer-like fists.
"What do you mean, when you get your hands on her!? And don't you DARE call her that..." Ron lunged at Pansy with murder in his eyes, when suddenly he was brought up short, his robe suddenly pulled tight around his neck.
Harry held on to the madly scrabbling Ron, ignoring his growls of protest and Pansy's taunting remarks. "I don't know why I didn't think of it before...we have to get back to the Gryffindor tower, we can locate them from there. If we continuing wandering around down here it may take us days to find them, who knows how many secret passages and the like Malfoy may know."
"Whatever Potter, I'll have you know the dungeons are warded against locator spells and the like, and I hardly think you'd be powerful enough to break through the spells of Salazar Slytherin himself. If anyones going to find them its going to be me." And with that she dashed madly off down an adjoining passage way, reminding Harry starkly of a charging bull.
"Should we follow her?" Ron gasped, rubbing his sore windpipe and glaring at Harry with a none-to-happy expression on his face.
"We don't need her help when weve got help from Prongs, Padfoot, Moony and Wormtail. Come on, we have to hurry, who knows what they're doing with Hermione."
After about an hour of running around like madmen in their attempts to escape the dungeons, Harry and Ron found their way to the Entrance Hall, and from there to Gryffindor Tower, resting place of the most sacred of objects, the Maurauder's Map and their key to finding Hermione.
Gasping, they fell through the portrait hole, only to be beseiged by a large number of eager Gryffindors.
"Where's Hermione?"
"The whole castles in chaos..."
"All classes were cancelled in the search for Malfoy, Hermione and Professor Snape..."
"Filch kissed Hagrid."
"Did you find them?!"
Harry attempted to barge through the mob. "Out of my way, we're in a hurry, we still have to find...Filch kissed Hagrid?!" He turned in shock to Seamus.
"Yeah it was so gross! Hagrid picked him up by his greasy hair and threw him about 50 feet, he landed on top of Mrs Norris, they're both in the hospital wing. It took both Proffessor Dumbledore and Professor Flitwick to get Filch there because he kept struggling, screaming about how he couldn't leave Hagrid until he'd read him a poem he'd been writing." With that Seamus and the other surrounding Gryffindors burst into peals of laughter.
Suddenly Neville stumbled into the common room looking quite flustered, hurridly trying to shut the portrait door behind him. "Quick someone help me, shes coming!"
Harry moved quickly towards the boy, who looked as if he was about to start crying. "Who's coming?"
"No time, just shut the door!!" Harry and Neville quickly shut it, when suddenly a dull 'thud' could be heard through the thick barrier. "She's here..." and with that terrified statement, Neville sunk down to the floor, curled into the foetal position and started bawling uncontrollably.
The rest of the Gryffindors looked on in bewilderment, stunned and unsure of what to do next. Harry and Ron helped Neville to his feet (albeit with some difficulty), deciding that he would best recover in his dormitory, but the second Neville was moved away from the door, he sprung to life. "Do not open that door! Anyone who does will have me to answer to, do you hear me, noone is to let that, that...thing, in here."
Shocked by the vehement tone coming from the usually calm and friendly lad, the Gryffindors just nodded their heads in unison, until a brave soul ventured to ask the question that was on the tip of everyones tongue. "Neville, just exactly who is out there."
"Pansy. And lets just say, I think she'd over Draco," and with that pronouncement he wrenched away from Harry and Ron's supportive arms and ran howling up to the boys dormitory.
Noone moved to stop him, after all, the boy deserved to be alone with his pain and mortification. From the looks people were giving each other, two things were clear. One; that it was imperative (especially to Lavender and Parvati, who prided themselves on knowing everything about everyone) that the details about what exactly had just happened between Neville and Pansy were immediately discovered; and two, that the poor boy was quite likely going to be scarred for life.