Neither Harry Potter nor Cats belong to me.

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"Unbelievable", whispered Misto. Harry nodded and said: "I remember Ron telling me that someone had tried to rob Gringotts, but he didn't mention the date." Then his eyes suddenly widened and he called: "Hagrid! that Gringotts break-in happened on my birthday! It might've been happening while we were there!" Misto's eyes went wide at that and he looked at Hagrid. There was no doubt about it, Hagrid definitely didn't meet Harry's eyes this time. He grunted and offered him another rock cake. Harry read the story again and stated: "The vault that was searched had in fact been emptied earlier that same day. Hagrid you emptied vault seven hundred and thirteen, if you could call it emptying, taking out that grubby little package."

Misto frowned. Had that been what the thieves were looking for? Hagrid only desperately tried to change the subject again, so after a few minutes, Misto had let it happen. As Harry, Ron and Misto walked back to the castle for dinner, their pockets weighed down with rock cakes they'd been too polite to refuse. Misto could easily see that Harry was thinking hard about what they'd found out. He himself was no better. H

ad Hagrid collected that package just in time?

Where was it now?

And did Hagrid know something about Snape that he didn't want to tell them?

Well, Misto could answer the last question with a clear yes.

The next few weeks till Halloween had been quite adventurous for Misto.

The first-year Gryffindors had first thought they only had Potions with the Slytherins until they spotted a notice pinned up in the Gryffindor common room that made them all groan. Though Misto groaned for two reasons. Flying lessons was the first. He knew he'd rather keep his feet on the ground. He so wasn't looking forward his Thursday's now.

The second reason was, that Gryffindor and Slytherin would be learning together.

All in all, no big deal, if the fact that two houses that loathed each other on brooms was ignored.

Farther, Misto had found, that he really despised Draco Malfoy. This guy was nothing but a big old bully who hid behind his daddy's money. He had talked about flying a lot before their lessons had started and had complained loudly about first years never getting on the house Quidditch teams. Now this Misto had been able to take, but his stories that always ended with him narrowly escaping Muggles in helicopters were ridiculous. Sure, he wasn't the only one who told stories about their adventures on a broom, but Misto would bet anything he had that Malfoy didn't even know what a helicopter was.

The way Seamus Finnigan told it, was much more believable. Apparently he'd spent most of his childhood zooming around the countryside on his broomstick.

Even Ron would tell anyone who'd listen about the time he'd almost hit a hang glider on Charlie's old broom. Misto wasn't sure if he believed that one, but if Ron did only boast, he at least had thought to keep it realistic.

Everyone from wizarding families talked about Quidditch constantly as well. Misto and Hermione still laughed when they remembered Ron's argument with Dean Thomas, who shared the boys-dormitory with them, about soccer. Ron just couldn't see what was exciting about a game with only one ball where no one was allowed to fly. Harry and Misto had even caught Ron prodding Dean's poster of West Ham soccer team, trying to make the players move.

The flying lesson hadn't been that bad, Misto supposed. If you ignored Neville's broken wrist and Malfoy stealing his Remembrall.

Harry though had made it onto the Quidditch team of Gryffindor and while Misto congratulated him, he couldn't help but worry a little. Harry seemed very…he didn't want to say accident prone or like a danger magnet, but definitely something along those lines. He was proven right the very same night.

Misto had been, more or less, forced to join Harry and Ron when they made their way to the Trophy Room. Malfoy had challenged Harry to a duell and Harry had agreed.

"But you don't even know how to duell", had Misto argued, while Ron had simply advised: "Remember, just throw your wand away and punch him on the nose." Misto had rolled his eyes at that advise, but remained silent. His two friends were dead-set on going.

On the way down, they were joined by Hermione and Neville. One trying to stop them, the other having forgotten the password for Gryffindor Tower. Of course, and Misto liked to hit himself in the head for not expecting it, Malfoy had tricked them and dropped the hint that someone would be in the Trophy Room to Filch.

As fast as possible they'd fled and hidden in a corridor, only for Misto to almost have a heart attack.

At heart he still was a freaking CAT.

And now there was a THREE-headed dog in the corridor of the third floor.

Misto had spun around and burst back out of the corridor the second he'd caught a glimpse at the thing, Hermione following suit. Harry and Ron followed a bit later. Once back in the common room, Hermione had snapped at them: "It wasn't standing the floor. It was standing on a trapdoor. It's obviously guarding something. I hope you're pleased with yourselves. We could all have been killed - or worse, expelled. Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to bed."

While Misto resolved to himself to talk to her about her priorities, he and Harry had shared a glance, both obviously thinking the same.

But why? Misto still pondered that question now that he lay in his bed, only half-awake, waiting for it to be time to go to breakfast. Today was Halloween and Misto was kind of apprehensive. Last night his Jellicle Magic had acted up stronger than ever before, as if to warn him that something would happen. So now, unable to sleep and unable to wonder what on earth his magic could be warning him off, he'd allowed his thoughts to stray. Why is that dog guarding the little package from Gringotts? How important is it really and what is in it?

With a soft sigh Misto glanced left and out of the window. He rather tried to read the time from the sky than clocks. He supposed it was somewhere around six o'clock by now. So if he went to breakfast now, he could enjoy it before he left for the school-choir and then Charms. Nodding to himself, Misto pushed himself up and slipped out of the bed. As silent as a cat he put on his clothes and snuck out of the dormitory. The common room was mostly empty. Only a few upper-years were already there.

Misto quickly left the room and made his way down into the Great Hall for breakfast.

At 7 o'clock sharp the whole choir had found themselves in the Music Room and Professor Flitwick asked them to take their positions.

Including Misto there were fourteen students in the choir. Two first-years, himself and a Hufflepuff named Susan Bones, three second years students, one Gryffindor and two Ravenclaws, four forth year students, two Hufflepuffs and two Slytherins, one fifth year Gryffindor, four sixth year students, one Gryffindor, one Slytherin and two Ravenclaws and finally one seventh years student from Hufflepuff.

The first two lessons Professor Flitwick had spent with evaluating the talent of the new members of the choir. Misto had managed to impress him deeply and while he had no lead right now, he had good chances in being one next year.

"Alright students. Halloween is tonight, so I'm sure your all quite excited about it. To get you all into the right mood for tonight", his eyes sparkled, "we'll practice a song called Something Wicked This Way Comes." The students from last year's choir grinned at each other and Professor Flitwick instructed: "Those who aren't beginners right now will know how to do it. Mr Parker, could you add Mr Jonas' part to yours since he left us?" One of the sixth year Ravenclaws nodded. "And Ms Hale, you sing Ms Clearwater's part to yours." The fifth year Gryffindor nodded as well and finally Professor Flitwick turned to look at Misto, Susan and the new second year Ravenclaw in the choir and instructed: "Just listen once so you get the melody."

The three nodded as well and on Flitwick's sign the choir began. It was incredible. Once the senior singers were done Flitwick instructed Misto and the other two which parts they should concentrate on and handed them notes. After about an hour of practising the son in parts, he said: "And now to finish it, let's sing the complete song."

Misto couldn't help but grin at those words.

Double, double, toil and trouble;
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.
Double, double, toil and trouble;
Something wicked this way comes!

Eye of newt and toe of frog,
Wool of bat and tongue of dog,
Adder's fork and blind-worm's sting,
Lizard's leg and owlet's wing.

Double, double, toil and trouble;
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.
Double, double, toil and trouble;
Something wicked this way comes!

In the cauldron boil and bake,
Fillet of a fenny snake,
Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf,
Witches' mummy, maw and gulf.

Double, double, toil and trouble;
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.
Double, double, toil and trouble;
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.
Double, double, toil and trouble;
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.

Something wicked this way comes!

"It was just awesome!", explained Misto while he sat down between Hermione and Neville. "Flitwick actually had us learn and sing a whole song in one lesson." He sighed happily. After the choir he always was in a great mood.

Hermione grinned at him and answered: "Glad you like it. I knew you would be great." He smiled back at her. Hermione had finally started to relax around him, but once Harry and Ron showed up, she closed up again. Speak of the devil and he shall appear. The two walked into the Charms Classroom and sat down on the two empty seats between Hermione and Seamus.

Finally the class started and to everyone's delight Professor Flitwick announced that he thought they were ready to start making objects fly, something they had all been dying to try since they'd seen him make Neville's toad zoom around the classroom. Trevor had quite enjoyed it if Misto wasn't mistaken and he sadly remembered the young kittens squeals of laughter when he'd used his powers to have them soar around the junkyard. At first the queens had been a bit apprehensive, but once Munkus had promised an adult would always be nearby to supervise, they'd been allowed to have that past-time too.

Misto snapped out of his thoughts, when Professor Flitwick started putting the class into pairs to practice. Harry's partner was Seamus Finnigan and Misto had Neville. Ron, however, was to be working with Hermione Granger. It was rather hard to tell whether Ron or Hermione was angrier about this. She hadn't spoken to either Harry or Ron of them since the day Harry's Nimbus 2000 had arrived, the broom he'd be using to play Gryffindor's seeker.

"Now, don't forget that nice wrist movement we've been practicing!" squeaked Professor Flitwick, perched on top of his pile of books as usual. "Swish and flick, remember, swish and flick." Everyone once again copied his movements. "And saying the magic words properly is very important, too - never forget Wizard Baruffio, who said 's' instead of 'f' and found himself on the floor with a buffalo on his chest."

"Wonder if that really happened or if he's just saying that to make sure we're careful", muttered Misto to Hermione. She obviously fought back a grin since Ron was still glancing at her angrily. Misto sighed at this.

It was really hard to be friends with someone his other friends couldn't stand. And he didn't get why. Sure, at first Hermione seemed like an insufferable know-it-all, but she was actually very kind and nice. The kind of friend everyone wished to have.

A whimper from his other sight caught Misto's attention and looked at Neville. The boy tried again and again to get the feather to fly. Misto observed him carefully, then asked: "Do you want help Neville?"

The round-faced boy looked at him, then blushed and muttered: "It's okay."

Misto shook his head and leaned over, grabbing Neville's arm. "You have to move your arm like this." He moved Neville's arm in the right motion. "And you need to speak clearer. Don't be afraid to speak up."

Neville tried, but nothing happened. He deflated and Misto said: "Neville look around, everyone's having trouble."

He did so and it cheered him up again, then he asked: "Why aren't you trying?"

Misto grinned at him and grabbed his wand. Like Potions, Charms came easily to him. It amused him greatly that he had one of Munkus' talent's and one of Demeter's, but both had been very happy to hear about it. "Wingardium Leviosa." The white feather slowly rose into the air, higher and higher.

"Oh how wonderful", exclaimed Professor Flitwick. "Look here everyone. Mr Jellicle has done it. Five points to Gryffindor."

Misto smiled at his professor and muttered: "Finite."

The feather slowly floated back down, when a burst of heat hit him slightly. His head jerked right and he bit his lip. Seamus had set fire to his feather and Harry had to put it out with his hat.

Ron, at the next table, wasn't having much more luck. "Wingardium Leviosa!" he shouted, waving his long arms like a windmill. Misto rolled his eyes and was about to interfere, when Hermione was faster.

"You're saying it wrong," Misto heard Hermione snap. "It's Wing-gar-dium Levi-o-sa, make the 'gar' nice and long." Her friend winced. He knew she meant well, but Ron didn't know that. He'd most likely take offense in that.

"You do it, then, if you're so clever," Ron snarled.

And I was right, sighed Misto and leaned back. Hermione rolled up the sleeves of her gown, flicked her wand, and said, "Wingardium Leviosa!" The feather rose off the desk and hovered about four feet above their heads.

"Oh, well done!" cried Professor Flitwick, clapping. "Everyone see here, Miss Granger's done it too!" Hermione blushed when everyone looked at her and quickly lowered the feather again. Ron was in a very bad mood by the end of the class.

"It's no wonder no one can stand her," he said to Harry as they pushed their way into the crowded corridor, "she's a nightmare, honestly." Misto was about to cut in, when someone pushed past him, knocked into Harry and ran off.

"Hermione!", exclaimed Misto when he recognized her.

"I think she heard you", muttered Harry.

"So?" said Ron, but he looked a bit uncomfortable. "She must've noticed she's got no friends."

"Save me!", hissed Misto at Ron and quickly he ran after her. He almost had her, when she disappeared in a door. Misto staggered to a stop. He couldn't go in there! That was the girls bathroom. Scowling Misto turned around and stalked off to History of Magic, refusing to exchange just one word with Ron. Hermione didn't turn up for History of Magic though and that said more than anything else about how she felt. She also wasn't seen all afternoon.

On their way down to the Great Hall for the Halloween feast, Harry, Misto and Ron overheard Parvati Patil telling her friend Lavender that Hermione was crying in the girls' bathroom and wanted to be left alone. Misto sent another glare at Ron. She was still in there then. Ron looked at least more awkward at this, but a moment later he and Harry had entered the Great Hall, where the Halloween decorations put Hermione out of their minds.

Misto remained worried throughout the feast and barely had an eye for the decoration or foot. And there was plenty. He was just poking at some black pudding with his fork, when Professor Quirrell came sprinting into the hall, his turban askew and terror on his face. Misto froze when a foul stench hit his nose and he bit back a gag. Everyone stared as he reached Professor Dumbledore's chair, slumped against the table, and gasped, "Troll - in the dungeons - thought you ought to know." He then sank to the floor in a dead faint.

A faint!, raged Misto while everywhere around him students started to scream. He's defence Professor. He shouldn't faint!

It took several purple firecrackers exploding from the end of Professor Dumbledore's wand to bring silence into the hall. "Prefects," he rumbled, "lead your Houses back to the dormitories immediately!"

Percy of course was in his element. "Follow me! Stick together, first years! No need to fear the troll if you follow my orders! Stay close behind me, now. Make way, first years coming through! Excuse me, I'm a prefect!" And that doesn't make you special, thought Misto while he followed Harry and Ron out of the hall.

"How could a troll get in?" Harry asked as they climbed the stairs.

"Don't ask me, they're supposed to be really stupid," said Ron. "Maybe Peeves let it in for a Halloween joke."

"Nope, not even Peeves would do that", argued Misto with conviction. Ron blinked at Misto talking to him, which had the blue-eyed black haired boy stop dead in his tracks.

"Misto?", asked Harry.

"She doesn't know", whispered Misto in horror.

"Who doesn't know what?", asked Ron.

"Hermione! She wasn't at the feast! She's still in the girls toilet, she doesn't know!" The next second Harry had sprinted past him. Misto and Ron looked at each other and the red-head bit his lip.

"Oh, all right," he snapped. "But Percy'd better not find us." And in unison the two sprinted after Harry and hurried off toward the girls' bathroom. They had just turned the corner when they heard quick footsteps behind them."Percy!" hissed Ron, pulling Harry and Misto behind a large stone griffin. Misto frowned. The person sounded too heavy to be Percy. He was sure it was an adult.

Peering around it they saw not Percy but Snape. He crossed the corridor and disappeared from view."What's he doing?" Harry whispered. "Why isn't he down in the dungeons with the rest of the teachers?"

"Search me", muttered Ron.

Misto stared after the Potions Master with narrowed eyes. The direction Snape had gone was the way to the trapdoor. Quietly as possible, they crept along the next corridor after Snape's fading footsteps. "He's heading for the third floor," Harry whispered, when Misto suddenly chocked. Both his friends looked at him, when Ron held up his hand.

"Can you smell something?"

"Yeah", croaked Misto out, fighting the urge to gag.

A foul stench had started to fill the corridor. A mixture of old socks and the kind of public toilet no one seems to clean. And then they heard it - a low grunting, and the shuffling footfalls of gigantic feet. Ron pointed at the end of a passage to the left, something huge was moving toward them. They shrank into the shadows and watched as it emerged into a patch of moonlight. It was a horrible sight. One Misto would never forget again. Twelve feet tall, its skin was a dull, granite gray, its great lumpy body like a boulder with its small bald head perched on top like a coconut. It had short legs thick as tree trunks with flat, horny feet. The smell coming from it was incredible. It was holding a huge wooden club, which dragged along the floor because its arms were so long.

"The keys in the lock," Harry muttered, pointing at the door the troll disappeared to. "We could lock it in."

"Good idea," said Ron nervously.

Misto's eyes widened when he realised where the troll had went and he tried to call out to his friends, but the stench had choked up his throat, he couldn't get enough air to speak. Getting desperate had called upon his old magic and prayed it would clean the air around him. For a second nothing happened, then a cold wave rushed over him. Misto gasped for breath, just when a scream echoed through the castle. "Open that door! That's the girls bathroom!", screamed the former cat.

Wheeling around, Harry sprinted back to the door and turned the key, fumbling in their panic. Finally he pulled the door open and the three boys ran inside. Hermione was shrinking against the wall opposite, looking as if she was about to faint.

The troll was advancing on her, knocking the sinks off the walls as it went. "Confuse it!" Harry said desperately to Ron, and, seizing a tap, he threw it as hard as he could against the wall. Misto took the iniciative once the troll hesitated and slunk past the troll. He kneed down next to his friend and shook her shoulders. "Misto get her to run!", shouted Harry over Ron's: "Oy, pea-brain!"

Misto tensed, trying to pull her toward the door, but she couldn't move, she was still flat against the wall, her mouth open with terror. "Hermione move!", shouted Misto in panic. The shouting and the echoes seemed to be driving the troll berserk. It roared again and started toward Ron, who was nearest and had no way to escape.

Harry then did something that was both very brave and very stupid. Oh Misto wouldn't enjoy telling Munkus and Demeter about this. The scarred boy took a great running jump and managed to fasten his arms around the troll's neck from behind. The troll couldn't feel Harry hanging there, but even a troll will notice if you stick a long bit of wood up its nose, and Harry's wand had still been in his hand when he'd jumped - it had gone straight up one of the troll's nostrils. Howling with pain, the troll twisted and flailed its club.

Hermione had sunk to the floor in fright, so Misto was the only one who saw it coming. The club came down not too far from them and with a cry he pushed against his friend as hard as he could. Hermione was flung away, but Misto wasn't so lucky. Sharp edges of the splintered ivory-sinksshot at him, digging into his left arm. Misto couldn't hold back a short scream and his vision blurred for a second.

Ron pulled out his own wand and cried the first spell that came into his head: "Wingardium Leviosa!" To everyone's amazement, the club flew suddenly out of the troll's hand, rose high, high up into the air, turned slowly over and dropped, with a sickening crack, onto its owner's head. The troll swayed on the spot and then fell flat on its face, with a thud that made the whole room tremble.

Harry and Misto slowly got to their feet. Both were shaking and out of breath. Misto clutched his injured arm tightly. Ron was standing there with his wand still raised, staring at what he had done. It was Hermione who spoke first. "Is it - dead?"

"I don't think so," said Harry, "I think it's just been knocked out." Misto let out an 'ew' when Harry pulled his wand out of the troll's nose. It was covered in what looked like lumpy gray glue. He wiped it on the troll's trousers.

A sudden slamming and loud footsteps made all four of them look up. They hadn't realized what a racket they had been making, but of course, someone downstairs must have heard the crashes and the troll's roars. Not a moment later, Professor McGonagall came bursting into the room, closely followed by Snape, with Quirrell bringing up the rear. Quirrell took one look at the troll, let out a faint whimper, and sat quickly down on a toilet, clutching his heart.

Misto, despite the stinging pain in his still bleeding arm, couldn't help but roll his eyes at that. Seriously! This guy was Defence Professor? Snape bent over the troll while Professor McGonagall was looking at Ron, Misto and Harry. None of them had never seen her look so angry. Her lips were white. "What on earth were you thinking?" said Professor McGonagall, with cold fury in her voice. "You're lucky you weren't killed. Why aren't you in your dormitory?"

Misto didn't know what to say. He couldn't find his voice. He was tired, exhausted, in pain and hungry, since he barely ate anything, not to mention that the stench of the troll started chocking him again. Then a small voice came out of the shadows. "Please, Professor McGonagall they were looking for me." Misto caught a glance Harry and Ron, who stared at Hermione surprised. He snorted silently, drawing a glance from Snape.

"Miss Granger!"

"I went looking for the troll because I I thought I could deal with it on my own you know, because I've read all about them." Ron dropped his wand. Hermione Granger, telling a downright lie to a teacher as something amazing, Misto had to agree, but his two friends definitely needed to work on their acting skills. "If they hadn't found me, I'd be dead now. Harry stuck his wand up its nose, Misto saved me from being hurt and Ron knocked it out with its own club. They didn't have time to come and fetch anyone. It was about to finish me off when they arrived."

"Well in that case..." said Professor McGonagall, staring at the four of them, "Miss Granger, you foolish girl, how could you think of tackling a mountain troll on your own?" Hermione hung her head. Misto slowly walked up to Hermione, still clutching his injured arm and nudged her with his shoulder. She looked at him thankfully. "Miss Granger, five points will be taken from Gryffindor for this," said Professor McGonagall. "I'm very disappointed in you. If you're not hurt at all, you'd better get off to Gryffindor tower. Students are finishing the feast in their houses." But Hermione hesitated to leave. "Ms Granger?"

"Could I…help Misto to the hospital wing. He got hurt for me", chocked the girl out.

Misto looked at this head of house, who scanned him. He had no idea how he looked to her, but her features softened and she said: "Of course. Mr Jellicle please go to Madam Pomfrey immediately."

"Yes mam", answered Misto and followed Hermione out of the house.

"And five points to Gryffindor for chivalry that would make Godric Gryffindor proud", muttered McGonagall when they passed by her. Misto and Hermione blinked at her, before both hurried out, not wanting to push their luck.

Once the two returned to the common room after Madam Pomfrey had fixed Misto's arm up, the found all of Gryffindor in the common room, eating the food that had been sent up. Hermione walked over to Harry and Ron immediately, Misto following slower. There was a very embarrassed pause. Then, none of them looking at each other, the three of them all said "Thanks," and hurried off to get plates.

Misto was still chuckling to himself once Hermione returned with a plate for him. During the whole meal Hermione and Misto talked about everything that came to mind and sometimes Harry and Ron would offer their opinion as well. When they all went to back, Misto couldn't help it but know things were about to change in his house.

There are some things you can't share without ending up liking each other, and knocking out a twelve-foot mountain troll is one of them.