The Third Floor

*Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry*January 6, 1992*

"That is one big ass dog" right now Harry was under the invisibility cloak, it somehow being enough to keep all the senses of the Cerberus from noticing him, "but why is it here?"

"Guarding something odiously" Lily pointed out, "I wonder what though"

Harry tucked the cloak into his socks to avoid tripping on it, 'Let's find out' the grabbed the edge of the only other door opening in the room, a trapdoor behind the Cerberus, and used his magic to create spikes on his hands, "I'm in, start the distraction"

A distant rumble, enough to only make the Cerberus lift one ear, sounded, and Harry started to make the descent into the trapdoor, his arms and legs starting to hurt not a quarter of the way in, "Short way down then" the magic around his hands and feet turned from spikes to shark wheels, sharp enough to still dig into the stone of the passage, but definitely not sharp enough to even slow his descent, as within seconds of transforming he could already see the bottom, as soon as he did changing the wheels back into spikes, stopping late enough to leave him hanging over what he recognized as Devil's snare by the passage, "That was close" he took off his cloak after landing away from the snare and tapped his rune stone headset, "report"

*Blaize*

"Report" came a voice from the thing he was wearing, a ridiculously big stone shaped to look like a headset, heavy on the neck, despite Harry having put lightening runes on them.

"Nothing on the corridor," he took a sip from the glass he had on his hand, enjoying the sting on his tongue, who knew muggles could make such a great drink? "no professors coming this way, riding the stair is getting tiresome though, I'm starting to get dizzy"

"Keep the watch Blaize, I've just gone pass the second obstacle" Harry said on the headset.

*Neville*

"The, the, the plants are loose" the boy whimpered as something smashed against the door he was trying to hold back, "The tentacula is hungry"

"Keep at it Neville, you should be able to hang on" Harry told the chubby boy, who only whimpered again as the tentacula smashed yet again into the door.

"Wh-what makes you say that?" the boy kicked something that tried to take a hold of his ankle

"Well it should be obvious, your pastime of gardening with magical plants made your upper body stronger than average" Hermione's voice lectured on the headset, "It happens with most people that work with moving heavy plants, my uncle has a greenhouse on his yard, you have the same body as he does"

"Th-thanks, but I don't think I can hold much longer longer"

*Gryffindor third year male room*

"Don't you worry Neville" Fred and George were looking at a map on their bed.

"Sprout is almost there" George looked at all the places near where Harry and Blaize was, rolling his eyes when he saw Hermione in the library, it was past the charms classroom, but still

"That's professor Sprout, boys" Hermione chided.

"Whatever you say…

*Hermione*

"Oh Smart Witch of the West" the twins said together, making her groan

"That's going to stick, isn't it?" they had given her that nickname shortly after they had come back from break, they had been listening when she had been telling them of her ride with her parents from London to Devon, and so they added that to the fact that she had the best theoretical marks of her class, fourth overall.

"Of course it is, the only Ravenclaw above you is me" Terry said, "and I'm pretty damn sure it's because I was raised in this world"

*Terry and Lisa*

"The fireworks are awesome, by the way" a flame dragon slammed against the roof of the castle before disappearing with a bang, something that probably shook everything down to the second floor.

"Thank you, we've been with it since they taught us Incendio"

"They're still experimental though; tend to go off before forming"

"The explosions will always be great, but not as much when uncontrolled"

"It's good that we have Harry though"

"His genius with runes will solve it"

"Only if you give me part of the profit" Harry interrupted, "I'm a business partner whenever you two have ideas"

A lion firework went off before Terry could levitate it to place, the roar being heard all the way to the Great Hall, "We'll be leaving the seventh floor now, we've run out" Lisa said

"You better run," Fred told them.

"Dumbledore is close" George finished.

The two ran off, getting to an abandoned part of the sixth floor when Dumbledore arrived to the scorched corridor.

*Harry*

"Oh, heck yes" the room he was currently in was cylindrical with a single pillar on the middle and several archways at different heights, on the side of the room were several broomsticks and mops, even one dustpan with a really long handle.

"Do I do the expected and use a broom or ride the dustpan?" the answer was pretty damn simple, "I love flying" the only word to describe the flying dustpan was unstable, the metal on the back made it so that he had to lean forwards to balance out the weight and be able to move about, but other than that there was nothing of note, so he cruised along with the tiny keys that fluttered about, grabbing the only one that looked worn, using it to open the large wooden door on the other side of the room, coming to an abyss with moving platforms, something easy to pass when he had a dustpan in which to fly over it.

Next came a giant chess board with a graveyard to the side, but that was once again passed thanks to the dustpan allowing Harry to harmlessly fly over it, "Common sense people, always remember to have it"

"They're wizards, Harry" Lisa said on the intercom, "They are born without common sense"

He wrapped himself in the cloak again at the next chamber, flying low and slow to keep the troll from noticing him, considering it was a security troll then it wasn't a bad idea, "I resent that" came Terry's voice, "Some of us have a really good common sense, we live in Ravenclaw, though"

"And in Slytherin," continued Blaize, "I would hurry up, Harry, I can hear some teachers nearby, but they're probably going to the seventh floor"

"I think I almost there, a fire blocks your path, both forwards and backwards, what do you do?" he flew around the room, trying to find anything but the bottles in the middle of the room that would serve to cross the fire, "Flam freezing charm is out of your arsenal"

"I would make a heating solution to raise my temperature to match that of the fire, afterwards using a dousing charm on myself" Terry answered after a minute, long enough for Harry to notice that between the fire and the door there was enough space for a tight landing.

The last room was bare, with the exception of a tall, ornamented mirror in the middle of the room, so Harry walked forward until he was standing in front of it, "Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi" it read, "What's that mean?"

He looked at the reflection before doing a double take: in it was him, not that surprising, but standing at his right was Lisa, behind them both was his mother, his father, Becky, carrying Charlie, and George and behind those four there were a lot of people, people he didn't know but all had traits he recognized, like his eyes, or hair, or face.

"So it shows what I want" Harry started to look around the room, wandering about for anything that may be useful, but ultimately finding nothing, so he brought a pillar down on the mirror with a cutting hex, diffindo, and left flying, smashing the bottles in the fire room, flying over the chess pieces again, not letting the correct key free, hiding the dustpan high up in the rafters, feeding some magic to the devil's snare and hitting the Cerberus with a hex that would give it a terrible irritation on its eyes, making it very aggressive, Fred and George had created that one.

"Anyone near me?" he asked into the intercom.

"Not that I can see, no, but ask Fred and George" Blaize was the first to answer.

"There is no one near you, Harry"

"Except a ghost, and a couple on closet"

"Give them a scare, would you?"

"Their marks are exactly above one another"

Harry bit his lip, considering with all his mind if that would be something he would do, but in the end the need to get away won out and the couple got their alone time undisturbed and Harry sneaked away from the third floor, his invisibility cloak covering him again, "I'm out, see you at the lake" Harry took off the intercom and hung it from his pants.

The others all put their headsets away where no one but them could find them and walked away from where they had been during Harry's excursion to the forbidden corridor, not rising any alarms until Hagrid came a day later and found Fluffy to be more grumpy than ususal.

To those of you that follow Tales Of Uzumaki, the fights with the Sound Four will take longer than expecte to write, I already have 2, but won't post until all are done