Well, it's Friday once again! I hope everyone has had a good week, and pulled a lot of pranks on April Fools Day! Here is part two of chapter 8! If you could ever so kindly review, I assure you, I will reply! Thanks to my beta-reader Princess Twila, we're halfway there! So read on! Love, Inspired.

Ch 8 Pt 2

"This is mental," Harry whispered as he hid underneath his cloak of invisibility.

"Completely mental," Hermione agreed from behind a tapestry by the Dungeons.

"The world's mental," Ron pointed out from across the corridor behind a suit of armour.

Once the trio were positive no one was left in the Dungeons after already eating in the Great Hall, they watched carefully as Snape whisked by them in a blur of black, he whipping of his cape the only indication someone was there. He moved silently past them, his eyes fixed on his destination, dark eyes deep in thought. Ron breathed a sigh of relief as Snape rounded the corner to his office.

"Ready Harry? Hermione?" Ron asked.

Harry nodded and Hermione gave a thumbs up.

"Dobby," Harry whispered.

The elf popped up with a small crack. About to announce a loud greeting, he quickly closed his mouth when Harry put his finger to his lips. "Shh Dobby, we need to be quiet."

"Dobby will be quiet Master Harry," Dobby said softly.

Harry nodded. "Dobby, we need you to tell us when Snape usually drinks after supper in the Great Hall and what he drinks. If you don't know, it's all right."

"Dobby knows. Dobby is knowing Professor Snape's liking. Professor Snape drinks at 8 every night he is wanting Firewhiskey from the kitchens. What does Master Harry need Dobby for?" Dobby said.

"We need you to slip this into his drink," Harry whispered back. Seeing the fear in Dobby's eyes, he quickly tried to dismiss it. "It won't hurt Snape, we're trying to help him. Do you understand Dobby?"

Dobby nodded. "Yes Master Harry, if Master be needed to get Professor Snape to drink this, Dobby will do it or die trying."

"You won't die, Dobby," Ron quickly said.

"I forbid you to die trying Dobby, and I also forbid you to tell anyone," Harry ordered.

Dobby nodded again. "Anything for Master Harry and his friends."

"Thanks Dobby. We'll wait here at 8 tonight. Come back and tell us," Harry whispered. Dobby left with a quiet crack.

Sighing, Harry turned to Ron and Hermione. "Glad that's done."

"And what might three Gryffindors such as yourselves be doing here in the Dungeons. Correct me if I am wrong, but for the last century, the Gryffindor Tower has been located on the other side of the castle," Snape said from behind them.

Why does he always turn up when we need him to stay away? Harry thought exasperated.

"Nothing, sir," Harry said, looking Snape in the eye. Snape stared back, but was a little taken aback from the lack of resistance from Harry.

"You will leave immediately or you will all face detention," Snape said quietly.

"Yes, sir," Hermione answered.

Turning away, Harry, Ron and Hermione walked away. The eyes of Snape still on their backs.

"That was close, mate," Ron whispered when they were back in the safety of the Gryffindor Common Room.

"Can you imagine what he would have said if Dobby was there?" Harry asked.

"Dobby! We have to warn Dobby! We can't risk him sneaking it in tonight!" Hermione said, stopping the boys from retiring to bed.

"Dobby," Harry murmured.

Dobby appeared looking confused. "Master Harry has called Dobby, sir?"

"Yes Dobby. We need you to wait before putting that potion in Snape's drink. Can you wait until tomorrow night?" Harry asked.

"Yes Master! Dobby will wait until Harry Potter tells him," Dobby answered eagerly.

"Thank you Dobby, you may go," Harry smiled.

Once again, Dobby left. Hedwig appeared at the window then, holding a piece of parchment, beak tapping at the window. Harry opened it confused, who would be writing to him? Everyone was gone.

Opening the letter, he quickly motioned for Ron and Hermione to read the letter too. It was from Dumbledore; Harry would recognize the slanted handwriting anywhere.

Harry, Ron and Hermione,
As you probably already know, Professor Snape has alerted me of your wandering in the Dungeons. I would like to talk about a few things this year. If you could meet me in my office at half past 7, I will be in my office.

Albus

P.S. –I am rather fond of fizzing whizbees

"Lovely," Ron said. "Snape went and told Dumbledore. We're in for it now. I swear Dumbledore can read minds."

"It's called Legilimency," Hermione corrected. "I wonder if he knows."

Harry's thoughts were distracting on a particular red head that had just sauntered into the Common Room. Ginny smiled at him when she saw him staring. Harry smiled back, his heart leaping at the sight of Ginny Weasley.

"Ready mate?" Ron asked, awaking Harry from his daydream.

"Yeah," Harry said, shaking his head. Ron could not know about his crush on his sister. It wouldn't go over well.

Ron nodded and led the way out of the Common Room. Not a single word was said on the way up to the Headmaster's office. Not much could be said; really. They had discussed their plan, and now they had been caught. Only one question lingered in the air: Did Dumbledore know?

They arrived at the entrance to Dumbledore's office and said the password to the two gargoyles that guarded the entrance. The door opened, and a staircase encased within and eagle's wings slowly climbed upward. Harry went first; he had been in the Headmaster's office more than Ron or Hermione.

Upon arriving at the door, Harry confidently knocked 3 times. Hermione looked anxious from behind him. They quickly walked into the office when Dumbledore had greeted them.

"Hello Professor Dumbledore," Hermione said with a small smile.

"Good evening Mssrs. Potter and Weasley, Ms. Granger," Dumbledore welcomed. "I will not waste time with small talk this evening," Dumbledore continued. "Professor Snape arrived at my office earlier this evening with the idea that you three," he said pointing to them," were huddling in the Dungeons near his office. Is there any particular reason to be there after supper?"

"No, sir. We were just…" Ron trailed off.

"…we heard Malfoy was going to throw Dung bombs at people, so we wanted to stop him," Harry lied.

Hermione, catching on to the lying spoke up. "When we got there, and Malfoy wasn't there, we were just talking about what to do next when Professor Snape found us."

Dumbledore placed his chin on his folded hands. "Very well. There will be no consequences. However," Dumbledore said, gazing into each of their eyes with his twinkling blue eyes. Harry got the very familiar feeling of being X-rayed. "If anyone in particular has surprised you in any way, I suggest you do your best to help. If you were having trouble with a particular potion, I suggest you visit the kitchens for a snack to fuel your brains. That is all, off to bed you go."

"Do you ever get the feeling he knows?" Ron asked when they were back in the Common Room.

"Of course he does Ron! He was using Legilimency," Hermione said.

"Well what are we going to do now?" Ron wondered.

"Go to the kitchens tomorrow night, like Dumbledore said," Harry decided.

"First we better catch up on our homework," Hermione said. "We can't get behind now, NEWTS are next year!"

"Leave it to you to remind us of homework. Harry has gone off his nut, but I'm glad you're still the same," Ron said with a smile.

Hermione blushed. Well that's a twisted sort of compliment, but, it's a compliment. And it looks like Hermione thinks so too, Harry thought.