I haven't had any suggestions on names for the Weasley Army but I did get some awesome reviews from MissSadieKane, 123 and FlamePumpkin32. Thanks so much guys.
The end of the tunnel came rather quickly. We still had no decent name. Who wants to be known as the Weasels? It's almost insulting.
We left the tunnel in shifts. That way only a few of us would get caught. Fred seemed to keep glancing at something in his pocket. Whenever I tried to look at the mysterious object, George blocked my view. It seemed odd, especially when, "all right, Amira, Rigel, coast is clear. Filch is in the trophy room. So are-" a sharp elbow from George cut him off. "Uhh, Mrs. Norris. Head back up to the common room. "
Fred Weasley, how stupid do you think we are? That is the worst cover-up I've ever heard and I've heard a lot of bad ones. I'm not going to mention the fact that at least half of them were mine. It'd just sound hypocritical.
"How do you know that?" Rigel asked. Whoa! How could they know that? Dumbledore doesn't even know where everyone is. If he did, we would be in major trouble.
"That's for me to know-"
"And you to find out."
"You better hurry. Filch might not stay there for long."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Fred and George were really getting on my nerves. Lee had left no more than 5 minutes ago and they had spent the entire time since dropping hints of mystical, magical powers giving a person the ultimate sense of direction.
"We're not the only one in the castle tonight." With that, I was pushed through the tapestry. Rigel fell on top of me a second later.
"So we're going to the trophy room?" he asked as he offered a hand to pull me up.
"Course. How else are we supposed to know who's really in the trophy room?"
Rigel nodded. "Which way should we take: direct approach or sneak attack through the charms corridor entrance?"
"Sneak attack. That way we'll have an escape route and avoid more teachers."
"Alright."
As we made our way up a flight of stairs to the charms corridor and started along the passageway, we took turns guessing who it could be in the trophy room.
"Madame Pince," Rigel gave me the weirdest look. "Well there's got to be something going on between those two."
"Amira, 'are' means there is more than one. It's probably just some Slytherins vandalizing the Quidditch cup or something."
"Maybe but wouldn't they tell us that."
"Who knows? Their minds our mysteries to me."
CRASH! It was loud enough to wake up the rest of the castle. Hey that's an idea, at three in the morning when everyone is sleeping we can cause explosions and collisions and generally loud things. It would be brilliant. The crash was accompanied by shouting and at the end of the tunnel a group of people appeared. Rigel and I began sprinting back towards the opening. It was either Filch, that devil cat or his intended victims, most likely older students looking for a scapegoat.
I couldn't have been more wrong. Harry, Ron, Hermione and Neville came running into us from behind. They seemed to be running high on adrenaline.
"I think we've lost him," Harry panted, leaning against the cold wall and wiping his forehead. That explained it then. Fred and George had seen them in the trophy room with Filch. No wonder Fred looked like he was going to burst in fits of laughter.
Neville was bent double, wheezing and spluttering. Hermione was clutching a stitch in her side, while gasping a bunch of I-told-you's. It was nearly half a minute before she turned on us. "Where were you? I haven't seen you since dinner."
"Um" began what I'm sure would have been a very convincing excuse from Rigel except he was interrupted by Ron.
"It doesn't really matter. We've got to get back to Gryffindor Tower," said Ron, "quickly as possible."
"Malfoy tricked you," Hermione said to Harry. "You realize that, don't you? He was never going to meet you - Filch knew someone was going to be in the trophy room, Malfoy must have tipped him off."
Harry seemed to be about to nod but thought better of it. I understood why. It wasn't a very pleasant idea to have a Hermione knowing she was right. It would inflate her head.
"Let's go."
We walked about a dozen paces when a doorknob rattled and my favorite ghost came shooting out of it. Peeves gave a very high-pitched squeal of delight worthy of any eight year old at a slumber party.
"Shut up, Peeves - please - you'll get us thrown out." Oh no! He didn't just do that! He couldn't have. You'd have to be really dim to say anything like that to Peeves.
Peeves cackled.
"Wandering around at midnight, Ickle Firsties? Tut, tut, tut. Naughty, naughty, you'll get caughty."
"Not if you don't give us away, Peeves, please."
"We wouldn't be able to cause havoc for Filch. If we're-"
"Stuck in Detention." Rigel and I were vainly trying to pacify the situation.
"Should tell Filch, I should," said Peeves in an almost saintly voice, but his eyes glittered wickedly. "It's for your own good, you know."
"Get out of the way," snapped Ron, taking a swipe at Peeves and making the biggest mistake of his wandering-after-hours life. Ronald Weasley was officially the dimmest person I've ever met!
"STUDENTS OUT OF BED!" Peeves bellowed, "STUDENTS OUT OF BED DOWN THE CHARMS CORRIDOR!"
It was a mad rush to get as far away as humanly possible. I paused for a moment to help Neville before running after Harry. It would be better to stick together. Well it would have been better to stick together, if Harry hadn't run us into a locked door.
"This is it!" Ron moaned, as they pushed helplessly at the door, "We're done for! This is the end! We'll never be able to get through."
Well we might be able to get through. I had an idea and pulled out my wand. "I could blow it up! Bombar-"
"NO! STOP! DON'T DO THAT! JUST MOVE OVER!" Hermione paused to collect herself before tapping the lock with Harry's wand. "Alohomora"
The lock clicked and we piled into the room. Ron slammed the door shut and we all pressed our ears against the coarse wood listening.
"Which way did they go, Peeves?" Filch was saying. "Quick, tell me."
"Say 'please'"
"Don't mess with me, Peeves, now where did they go?"
"Shan't say nothing if you don't say please," said Peeves in his annoying singsong voice.
"We're safe." I whispered, trying to keep the volume down. It would be terrible if we were found despite Peeves' help especially since it was my fault.
Rigel seemed to be having identical thoughts of relief but the rest of our group looked very confused. "Just listen," Rigel mouthed before giving me an exasperated look. I did the mature thing and stuck out my tongue.
"All right - please."
"NOTHING! Ha haaa! Told you I wouldn't say nothing if you didn't say please! Ha ha! Haaaaa!" There was a moment of silence as Peeves whooshed away and Filch cursed in rage.
It was broken by a faint grumbling noise.
"He thinks the door is locked," Harry whispered. "I think we'll be okay - get off, Neville! What?"
I turned around and I knew what the grumbling was coming from. It was massive and terrifying and I never wanted to see anything like it again. Taking up the rest of the forbidden third corridor was a massive slobbering dog. It had three heads. With three pairs of rolling, mad eyes; three noses, twitching and quivering in their direction and three drooling mouths, saliva hanging in slippery ropes from yellowish fangs. The Cerberus looked almost as startled to see us as we were to see it. The growls were gradually getting louder though, with each one slightly more menacing than the last. I reached for the doorknob but Harry had already turned it and we all fell out into the now Filch free corridor.
Harry slammed the door and we ran as far and fast as our legs could carry us all the way back to Gryffindor tower. Making enough noise that Filch would almost certainly be able to find us but by then we would be safe in our common room far away from vicious monsters.
"Where on earth have you all been?" she asked, looking at our disheveled appearances. Harry and Ron's bathrobes were hanging off their shoulders. Hermione was missing a bunny slipper. We were all hot and sweaty. Though at least Rigel and I looked slightly better, we were still in our school robes even if our pockets bulged with sweets and prank materials.
"Never mind that - pig snout, pig snout," panted Harry,
The portrait swung forward and we scrambled in. The armchairs by the fire had never felt better before. It could just be the near death experience talking but I never want to set foot on the third floor again. At least we don't have Charms until Monday.
"What do you think they're doing, keeping a thing like that locked up in a school?" said Ron finally breaking the silence hovering over us. "If any dog needs exercise, that one does."
With that, Hermione got both her breath and her bad temper back again. "You didn't use your eyes, any of you?" she snapped. "Didn't you see what it was standing on?"
Rigel and Neville shook their heads and looked at the floor. Hermione in a temper was almost as bad a sight as Cerberus.
"Standing on! Why would we bloody care?" I suppressed my urge to yell and so my words came out slightly harsh.
"The floor?" Harry suggested half-heartedly trying to distract Hermione from possible murder thoughts. "I wasn't looking at its feet, I was too busy with its heads."
"No not the floor. It was standing on a trapdoor. It's obviously guarding something."
She stood up, glaring at them.
"I hope you're pleased with yourselves. We could have all been killed - or worse expelled."
How is getting expelled worse? There are other wizarding schools. This girl is nuts!
"Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to bed."
Ron stared after the fleeting figure of Hermione, His mouth open in astonishment.
"No, we don't mind," Ron said. "You'd think we dragged her along, wouldn't you?"
"Wait you didn't take her?" Rigel asked gathering his dignity back together in the absence of a hostile Hermione.
Neville excused himself to go up to bed saying "it was bad enough to live though it once." He was still shaking like a leave.
Ron began describing exactly how they ended up down the secret passageway with overly dramatic hand gestures and I'm guessing embellished details. Harry didn't bother correcting anything so it must have been mostly true. Malfoy had challenged Harry to a Midnight duel and never shown up but instead went to tip off Filch.
But Harry looked like he was off in his own little world. He probably wasn't listening to a word Ron was saying. "The safest place in the world," Harry muttered as Ron was going on about how he triumphantly kicked Mrs. Norris giving them all time to escape.
"What Harry?" Rigel seemed to be just as dubious about Ron's story as I was and this seemed the perfect time for a contradiction.
"The little grubby package at Gringotts from vault 713, I think the dog is guarding it, whatever it is."
"But why move it in the first place?" Ron sounded particularly eager.
"Not sure but it's a good thing though. Imagine it being stolen from Gringotts on the day of the break in. "
"It'd be easier to imagine-"
"If we knew what it was and-"
"What it did."
"It would be. But can you imagine the look on Malfoy's face tomorrow?"
We laughed that was definitely going to be a pleasant picture. Harry and Ron traipsed up to the boys' dormitory. Rigel hung back to say his "goodnights."
"I can't believe they didn't ask where we were!"
"Amira they were a bit distracted."
"I know it was just Hermione was having such a fit in the corridor and we found out exactly what they did and yet we were missing for nearly 6 hours and they still didn't ask. I just couldn't really think of any excuse. My mind was completely blank and-"
"Night, Amira. Don't let the giant three headed dogs bite."
I laughed. Maybe everyone should have a twin. Someone who knows exactly the right thing to say. Someone who can cheer you up in a moment's notice. A best friend and a sibling all rolled in to one.
"Night Rigel." With that we parted ways, to sleep away what little was left of the night.
A.N. I'm still looking for a proper name for the Weasley Army, so if you have any ideas can you put it in a review or PM me. I'll also take any other ideas you have for this story. So feel free to say what you want to see. Thanks for reading and please review.