Harry geared over to Snape while doing his assignment, wondering if he slept well. He looks back at the notes he is copying down from the board, finishing up quickly, looking around before putting his invisible cloak around his body. Ron gaped at his friend, disappearing, then realized he was using his invisible cloak, 'Wish I could disappear from class like he can,' he sighed, returning to his notes.

Harry was not escaping from class; instead, he walked up to the front of the course. Snape was grading papers when he felt hands on his shoulder, making the teacher jump a bit, not expecting this, "It is just me, sir," Harry whispered near him. Snape looked at Harry's friends and the rest of the students, "don't worry, they can't see me."

"That is not the point, Potter."

"Shhh...they can hear you; you know?" Harry whispered, "how did you sleep the rest of the night?" Snape glared over at him, "is it my fault?" his teacher geared around at his students. They were busy writing down what was on the board and talking among themselves; this surprised Harry, knowing Snape would be shouting at his classmates for not doing their work by now. Harry turned to his eyes, "Was it my fault that you couldn't sleep?" seeing how baggy they were. Snape nodded, "Was it because I kept you awake?"

Snape glared back at him, "It was the wine, Potter," he whispered, "you took it away from me. Now go back and finish your assignment," he spat.

"I am already done sir. Look I took it away...from being worried. It is not good to drink so-"

"I don't care about Potter…now sit down before I give you detention."

"I'm fine with that, sir." Harry thought of something that could help his teacher. "Be right back." Walking away and out of the classroom, going straight to the central kitchen, sneaking inside while nobody was there, pouring a cup of coffee, and adding milk. Being it his fault that his teacher couldn't sleep, he decided to take responsibility. Sneaking back into his class and silently going back up to the front. While nobody was looking, Harry placed the coffee on his teacher's desk. Snape looked over at it, "Brought you some coffee since it is my fault," his student whispered near his ear. Snape was too tired to protest, taking a sip while Harry returned to his seat, watching his teacher drink the coffee. 'Hopefully, that will help him wake up a bit more?'

The first occurrence of this school happened. When Harry was with his friends studying in the library, he heard something talking to him; he looked around before asking his friends if they listened too. They both shook their heads. Harry peered in the direction the voice came from, "Spooky," he silently said. When they were out of the library, the golden boy told them what he had heard and was still listening while walking the hall with his friends. "It's moving...I think it is going to kill?"

"Kill!?" Ron exclaimed, confused, but who would not after hearing that? They followed their brunette friend over to the first-floor corridor. Stopping in mid steps, horrors written on their faces, seeing a lifeless cat hung from a hook, upside down.

"Oh no...it is Flitches cat," Harry realized, recognizing her. 'Is she dead?' They heard some commotion coming down the hall, students piling in. They were shocked at the sight before their eyes.

Hearing Flitch coming near them, "Come on...make way...Harry Potter...what?" Harry watches the caretaker's face fall when seeing his cat, "Ms. Norris? You murdered my cat!" he accuses him, "I will kill you!" he grabs Harry's collar.

Just then, Professor Snape and Albus showed up, along with McGonagall, Madam Pomfrey, and Professor Sprout. All wondering what had happened to her, then noticed the writing on the wall.

"Everyone… Return to your house..." Albus instructed, "everyone except you three?"

The boy who lived and his friends stopped in their tracks. Harry walked over to Snape, whispering to him about what happened as Fitch.

That night Harry went down to the dungeon, knocking on Snape's chamber doors. He waited for a few minutes before his teacher popped his head. Harry smiled, holding a new bottle of wine up. "Snuck this out of the kitchen," this got Snape to invite him in.

"I want to come down here to tell you what happened tonight." He watched him opening the bottle, getting a wine glass, and pouring some.

"I believe you are innocent in all this," Snape sat in the recliner across from his student, legs crossed. "After all, I would think you wouldn't have the guts to do something as outrageous as this."

Harry looked at the coffee table, "I think I am going mad? Early in the library, I was studying with Ron and Hermione…" his eyes peered over, "I heard someone speaking to me?"

"Perhaps it was a ghost?"

"Well…ghosts we can see, this one I couldn't, the voice sounded as if he wanted to kill."

Snape thought about what Harry said while sipping the red liquid. "I have a feeling this unfortunate event tonight is just getting started."