Disclaimer: Do I look like J.K. Rowling? Yes, that's right, I don't. Therefore, I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER! Deal with it.

Hermione's Wrath

The mystery was soon solved. Sylvester had (as you know, reader) borrowed Harry's Invisibility Cloak (if we can say "borrowed") and had been hiding in Snape's Potions cupboard. But even the most brilliant criminal minds can slip every so often, as can slippery Invisibility Cloaks.

Snape had been searching his stores for a Calming Draught to settle his nerves (prior to this, reader, Sylvester had stolen the several essays he was supposed to have graded that night. Therefore, Snape was more than a little frustrated).

He discovered the little miscreant snoring away, surrounded by a few broken bottles, a yellowish-green pool of liquid, and a couple of rancid frogs.

The Invisibility Cloak had slipped to his neck.

Sylvester was in disgrace. Professor McGonagall was feeling an interesting combination of emotions: disgust, relief, shock, frustration, anxiety, the whole nine yards.

She was disgusted with Sylvester's behaviour, relieved at his safety, shocked at the damage a five-year-old angelic looking child could actually create, frustrated with the state of things, and anxious about the safety of other students. Harry's wand, if you remember, was stolen by none other than the angelic-looking marplot and was replaced by an old wand of George Weasley.

Harry's wand was causing more havoc than the law should allow. At this point in time, Flitwick was in the Hospital Wing with a couple fractured ribs, a broken ankle, and a great amount of shock, Malfoy was shedding clumps of brown hair, and (recently) Professor Trelawney had become a dragonfly. Hermione's cat, Crookshanks had gone missing as well. Oh yes, and I must have missed this one: Eloise Midgen was speaking in a mixture of limericks and unrepeatable curse words. Interesting dilemma.

Sylvester was forced to confess as to how he had illegally entered the Gryffindor Tower. Shamefaced, he stood with his golden head bowed in front of his stern aunt.

"The mad knight wouldn't let me in, Auntie."

"And he's not supposed to; that's the point of the portrait. Well—get on with it. What did you do…and how on earth did you get into the Tower? No—don't answer that, with a password, obviously, but how on earth did you get the passwords?"

"This mean old cat had a list, Auntie. There were words on the list and they sounded like stuff the mad knight would say."

"Such as…?"

"Like 'scurvy cur', 'back you rogue', and ''."

"Sylvester!"

"Well that's what it said."

"And what exactly did you mean by 'this mean old cat'?"

"This funny looking cat with orange hair and a flat face, Auntie."

Professor McGonagall was in shock. This must mean he's seen Crookshanks she thought to herself.

"And—what did you do to the cat, Sylvester?"

"Oh, I made his paws flat too, Auntie."

"W-What?"

"Yeah. There was a book I had, Auntie. I think it's yours. It's called Metamorphosis: From Hare to Tortoise."

So that's where it went. Little demon. "And you…?"

"I dropped it on his toes!" Sylvester held himself up proudly. "Then he made a funny hissy sound and dropped the list thingy."

"Oh my—where is the cat now, Sylvester?"

"Oh, I dunno. Maybe in the toilet where I stuck him. There's a funny ghost girl there too; she likes to wail and moan and splash water around."

"SYLVESTER!"

Professor McGonagall rushed out of the room, white-faced. Luckily for her, Hermione was coming down the hallway just at the moment.

"Miss Granger, I believe I've found…"

"My best quill? I seem to have lost it this morning. Where was it?"

"No, no, no, not the quill—your cat, actually."

"WHAT?"

"Calm down, please. Now, tell me, have you, erm, used the bathroom belonging to that dead girl?"

"Who, Moaning Myrtle? No, I never go down there if I can help it…that's not where you've—oh my God."

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Hermione and the Transfiguration teacher sprinted down to the bathroom. Hermione was livid when she saw the state her cat was in. Poor Crookshanks was thin and cold and looked like a wet hen.

"I WILL KILL THAT KID! "

A/N: Well, shorter chapter, but now that it's summer, I can do this a lot more often. Thanks to my reviewers; I will post more about Ginny soon.