Here is Chapter 3, hope you enjoy this is a bit longer. Don't forget to review.
The sound got louder and louder. At first it was bearable and quiet enough to remain asleep. However the longer he left it, the louder the bell got. Peter sat up in bed frustrated that he wasn't able to continue sleeping in peace. He glanced over to the source of the noise. In the top left hand corner of the room sat a little brass bell which was shaking back and forth ferociously. He lifted his arm and carefully aimed, shooting some web directly over the bell, causing silence to fall over the room.
A knock sounded at the door.
"Hang on a moment," Peter called out.
With lightning fast speed, he changed into some clean clothes and went to open the portrait.
"Good morning," Harry said cheerily. "I thought I would come and wake you up early before the rest of the house gets up. It will be easier to get you out now as we won't have to go into long explanations of who you are."
"Wise thinking," Peter agreed.
"Follow me and I will take you to the kitchens where we can grab some food."
Harry led Peter through the maze of corridors and down the flights of stairs until they were standing outside the portrait of the bowl of fruit. Harry reached out his hand and gave the pear a little tickle. When the door handle was revealed, he pushed open the door and walked in, with Peter close behind.
As soon as the door had opened, wonderful smells were emitted, filling both Harry's and Peter's nostrils. The house legs were scurrying around left, right and centre preparing food and shifting it to the four large replicas of the house tables that sat in the Great Hall above.
"Mr Potter sir," squealed a house elf. "You have come to see little Dobby sir."
"How are you doing?" Harry asked the excitable elf.
"Very good thank you sir, we are treated really well here."
"What are these things?" Peter whispered to Harry.
"Peter I would like to introduce you to the Hogwarts house elves."
Peter nodded in greeting to the group of elves that now surrounded them. Harry turned back to Dobby.
"Dobby, I brought Peter here because we need to get him some breakfast, is that alright?"
"Certainly sir, one breakfast coming up."
With that Dobby clicked his fingers and the kitchen burst into life once again. Elves ran around carrying trays laden with cups, plates and food all around the kitchen, while others started laying up another tray with all sorts of food and treats for Peter. It seemed as soon as the rush had started, it stopped and a house elf brought over the overladen tray to Peter.
"Sir's breakfast is ready," squealed the little elf carrying the tray.
"Gee thanks," Peter said sitting down at the table the tray was placed upon.
He tucked in greedily to the food and in 10 short minutes, the tray was completely empty. Peter sat back in his chair with a look of contempt on his face.
"That was one of the best meals I have ever had in my life and I have had some good meals."
Harry looked down at his wrist to check the time.
"Right everyone else should be at breakfast upstairs so we can get you out to the common room again."
With that they said their good byes to the elves, who tried to press even more food into their arms. When they had finally pushed through the sea of bodies and closed the door behind them, they headed back up to the common room.
As they rounded a corner, the came face to face with Malfoy and his gang.
"Ah Potter, who is your little friend then, never seen him here before."
"None of your business Malfoy."
"Oh I think it is my business, you see I run this school," he sneered.
"Shut up, you know your father has been disgraced and thrown into Azkaban."
"Never speak evil of my father Potter!" Malfoy screamed.
He raised his wand at Harry and thrust a spell towards him. Without thinking, Peter shoved Harry out of the way and took the spell to his chest. He went flying into the opposite wall and slumped down on the floor.
"You're lucky Potter your friend was there to save you," Malfoy said as he pocketed his wand and turned, flouncing down the corridor.
Harry rushed over to Peter who still hadn't moved.
"Peter are you alright?" he asked anxiously.
"Has he gone?" Peter croaked.
"Yeah," Harry replied.
"Good," Peter said as he hoisted himself up.
"You alright?" Harry asked surprised.
"Yeah I'm fine, just a slight twinge in my chest were that spell hit me, but apart from that, I'll live."
"That was some backflip you did, how are you not hurt?"
"That is a tale for another time. We better get out of here before your friend comes back."
"Yep that might be best."
Harry led Peter back to the Gryffindor common room.
"Well that was one lesson I did not expect to learn that quickly," Peter said.
"What's that?" Harry asked.
"Stay away from the ones in green."
"Why what do you have against people in green?"
"I've just had some bad encounters with someone who loved to dress in green."
Harry turned away from Peter with a funny look on his face. Peter noticed the look and chuckled to himself. Harry turned again, this time with a questioning look.
"I'm not making much sense am I?"
"No?" Harry replied.
"As I said earlier, it's a tale for another time."
With that Peter entered into his room, leaving a puzzled Harry standing in the middle of the common room.