A/N Yes yes, I know, tis has been ages since I've updated…Oh well, thank you to those who have been faithful to this dreadful story…on with it!
Hermione laughed and jumped with delight! This is so much fun! I can't wait to do it again!
Hermione pondered a while, debating on who she should "gain the love of" next. Why not the cranky man with the kitty? I'm sure he'd love me after this!
Hermione retrieved the 8-ball from her bag as she lay on the comfy cushions in the common room. She had found it empty since everyone was at Hogsmeade.
"Filch." She shook the ball. The spell appeared. "Accio Mrs Norris!"
The unconscious Mrs. Norris flew in, it appeared to have banged into many things on the way, and slumped onto Hermione's lap.
Hermione furrowed her brow in confusion. She glanced at the 8-ball and noticed a second part. She muttered the few words that were written, and when she looked up, Mrs. Norris was gone!
She smiled. "Mission accomplished."
That night, Filch was stalking around the corridors as usual. Looking for new victims as usual, when he noticed that Mrs. Norris hadn't been back for hours! 'She should be back by now!' The confuzzled caretaker thought. 'There are plenty of dirty children that break the rules every night in this blasted school!'
Distantly, he heard a loud disturbance of shattered glass and evil cackling laughs coming from the divination tower. Running at break neck old man speed, he huffed and puffed and climbed up the ladder to see…
"AH HA!" Filched bellowed. There Peeves was, having fun ('ick, what a horrid word!' thought Filch) breaking foggy crystal balls. As he spotted Filch he cackled once again.
"Filthy Wilthy Filchy! Wilthy Filthy Filchy! Filthy Wilthy Filchy! Wilthy Filthy FILCHY!" He sang in his annoying voice.
Filch cursed. "I'm going to get you out of this school if I die trying!"
"Well, I hope you don't expect me to die…BECAUSE I CAN'T"
"I hate immortal souls…can't they end it?" Filch muttered.
"Oh don't worry! I'm sure some 'MAGIC' could clear this mess right up! Oh, but.." he put on his fake thinking face, "that's right, YOU CAN'T DO MAGIC!" he cackled for the third time as Filch shot daggers at his ghostly face.
"Filthy Filchy's a MUGGLE! Filthy Filchy's a MUGGLE!" Peeves said in a sing song voice and he circled about the room.
Filch screamed in anger trying to smack the pesky ghost with his broom as Peeves floated out the door with a huge grin on his face.
"I'M A SQUIB YOU BLUNDERING IDIOT! There is a big DIFFERENCE!"
After a couple moments of silence, Filch sighed.
After the Hogsmeade weekend, (Where Draco and Harry plotted the whole time at) the game of Ravenclaw VS Griffindor approached the day after.
As everyone in the Great Hall was encouraging their fellow players, something else was brewing outside at the Qudditch field…
Professor McGonagall clambered through every spell she knew to handle with the crisis at hand. She had called in every teacher in Hogwarts to see if they knew anything of help. None proved able to.
"Severus, please do fetch Mr. Filch" The agitated professor advised Snape.
The greasy haired teacher nodded and left.
A few minutes later, Filch arrived. Out of breath, he asked Proffesor McGonagall what seemed to be the problem.
Professor McGonagall merely pointed.
There in the middle of the Ravenclaw-to-be-goal-post, dangled Mrs. Norris in mid-air by her tail.
"We've tried everything, I'm sorry Argus, but we simply cannot postpone this match."
Filch stood there gaping. He eyes twitched. "Peeves.."
"Pardon?"
"IT WAS THAT FILTHY BLASTED PEEVES! HE DID THIS TO MY MRS. NORRIS!"
"I'm sorry Argus," Professor McGonagall explained, "but this simply could not have been done by a mere ghost. I fear that this is beyond us. The only thing we can do is wait, and in the meanwhile, I was able to paralyze Mrs. Norris, so she will not be able to feel the things that hit her. By the end of the match we hope that we have been able to find the counter to this. She will then be taken to the Hospital wing immediately.
All Filch could do was kneel down wide-eyed with his mouth open. He was speechless.
"Well then, let's get to our seat then, this match is starting in three minutes!" with that, all the teachers helped pick up the shocked Filch as they made there way towards their seats.
In five minutes, the Quidditch field was full up now, and the opposing teams in their locker rooms (or, you know what I mean).
Everyone immediately started pointing at the slack cat at the goal hoops and laughing.
The teams came out and cheering ensued. The captains shook hands, but they didn't notice the dangling cat until they were in the air.
"Bloody Hell!" Fred came up to Harry "This is perfect! I can finally get that damn cat back for busting me all those times!"
Harry smiled. This was going to be fun.
Lee Jordon started his commentary. "And they're off! The Quidditch balls have been released!"
(Sorry I don't want to go into detail about the game, so I'll get to the main part)
20 minutes later, Ravenclaw is taking the lead as the scores are 100 to 80.
"There now seems to be some Bludger action yet again, but this time from the Weasley twins! It seems that they want to have a shot at the unconscious Mrs. Norris, and in the bludger goes! Right in the suckers face! GOT to hurt! Wait does that count for points?"
Meanwhile, Filch was sobbing in the crowd as the teachers tried to reassure him.
Fred and George hi-fived each other.
"Oh no! It seems while everyone was paying attention to the red heads, the Griffindor team scored! CHEERS ENSUED It's a close match! Ravenclaw still leading 100 to 90. Lets see how our Seekers are doing…"
Harry didn't want to catch the snitch yet, he was having enough fun watching Mrs. Norris hit again and again. Oh well, it has to end sometime…
"REEEEEEEWRRRRRR!"
Harry instinctively snapped his head towards the disturbance, and almost started laughing.
Everyone stared as the formerly unconscious Mrs. Norris, whom had waken up with bruises and a black eye. She was struggling to get down, obviously frightened to death of heights.
There were some sympathetic glances from people in the crowd. While Fred and George Weasley were smiling like Christmas had come early.
"MRS. NORRIS!" Filch was standing up in the crowd screaming at the top of his lungs. He grabbed Snape's shirt. "Get… my…cat…DOWN!"
Snape obviously annoyed, took out his wand. Let's just say that Filch was no longer unconscious.
Harry, now also feeling a bit sorry for the terrified cat, decided to end the game. He searched for the snitch, and finally glimpsed it near the opposite end of the field. Flying towards it at top speed, he noticed Cho following him.
The snitch, caught in the act, flew away from them. It was now hovering near the screeching feline. Cho and Harry were neck to neck now, having both their hands outstretched, the snitch all of a suden flew into Mrs. Norris's mouth. The cats' cheeks flapped with the snitch inside.
Harry and Cho exchanged awkward glances that meant 'now what?'
Cho suddenly had a determined look on her face, Ravenclaw hadn't won the cup in years! She had to win this!
The Ravenclaw extended her hand towards the mouth, at the same time, Harry followed with his hand close behind, just in case she chickened out.
Mrs. Norris was experiencing Hell. So when she saw Cho's hand coming towards her, she lashed it all out. She screamed as loud as a cat could and tried to scratch the living daylights out of the two kids in front of her.
Cho was alarmed. In fact she got so frightened, she retreated a bit on her broom. Meanwhile, Harry, having dealt with wild animals (thanks to Hagrid) kept his calm. He was rewarded as the snitch came zooming out of the feline's mouth.
He caught it swiftly. Ending the game…
The Griffindor team was cheered all the way out of the stadium. Filch was the last to leave. He staying there weeping for his poor cat 'til sun down.
When suddenly, right when the sun set, it was like invisible strings were being cut. Mrs. Norris fell at top speed towards the ground, as Filch ran faster than his old man speed to catch her.
He caught her unconscious since she had fainted in the middle of her fall. He then hugged her and wouldn't let go.
2 hours later.
Filch was placed at Mungo's hugging his cat.
Hermione clapped her hands in pleasure.
Filch and his kitty are so happy together now! But then why was he crying? Hmmm, it must be nothing! Teresa told me it as okay! I'm sure he'll thank me and be my best friend forever!
She gave her self a pat on the back.
I want to do Dumbledore now! He seems so stressed all the time nowadays…