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It was really a toss between Potter and I getting the blame, Ronald was pale white making his freckles stand out even more. "Ron, move along." I shooed him, Potter and I will always be talked about, we are like celebrities and royalty in the Wizarding word.

Ron was thick but he got the point and moved along a little into the oncoming crowd when a loud angry voice called out, "What's going on here? What's going on?" for the love of Merlin it was Argus Filch and he was bustling up to where Mrs. Norris was hanging lifeless.

Filch came shouldering his way through the crowd. Then he saw Mrs. Norris and fell back, clutching his face in horror.

"My cat! My cat! What's happened to Mrs. Norris?" he shrieked.

And his popping eyes fell on Potter and me, they narrowed turning colder. Like Potter and I would ever harm animals.

"You!" he screeched. "You! You two 'ave murdered my cat! You've killed her! I'll kill you both! I'll-I'll—"

"Argus!"

Dumbledore or as I call him, pop-pop, had arrived on the scene, followed by a number of other teachers. In seconds, he had swept past Harry, Ron, and I and detached Mrs. Norris from the torch bracket.

"Come with me, Argus." he said to Filch. "You, too, Mr. Potter, Miss. Black."

Lockhart stepped forward eagerly.

"My office is nearest, Headmaster - just upstairs - please feel free—"

"Thank you, Gilderoy." said Dumbledore.

The silent crowd parted to let us pass. Lockhart, looking excited and important, hurried after Dumbledore; so did my grandma, Uncle Snape, and Charlie.

As we entered Lockhart's darkened office there was a flurry of movement across the walls; several of the Lockhart's in the pictures dodging out of sight, their hair in rollers. The real Lockhart lit the candles on his desk and stood back. Dumbledore lay Mrs. Norris on the polished surface and began to examine her. Harry and I exchanged tense looks while he sank into a chair outside the pool of candlelight, watching.

The tip of pop-pops long, crooked nose was barely an inch from Mrs. Norris's fur. He was looking at her closely through his half-moon spectacles, his long fingers gently prodding and poking. Professor McGonagall was bent almost as close, her eyes narrowed. Uncle Snape loomed behind them, half in shadow, wearing a most peculiar expression: It was as though he was trying hard not to smile. Charlie and Lockhart were hovering around all of them, making suggestions.

"It was definitely a curse that killed her - probably the Transmogrifian Torture - I've seen it used many times, so unlucky I wasn't there, I know the very counter curse that would have saved her..."

Lockhart's comments were punctuated by Filches dry, racking sobs. He was slumped in a chair by the desk, unable to look at Mrs. Norris, his face in his hands. Much as I detested Filch, I felt horrid that this happened to her, she was his best friend, his family even. He loved her.

Pop-pop was now muttering strange words under his breath and tapping Mrs. Norris with his wand but nothing happened. She continued to look as though she had been recently stuffed.

"...I remember something very similar happening in Ouagadogou." said Lockhart, "A series of attacks, the full story's in my autobiography, I was able to provide the townsfolk with various amulets, which cleared the matter up at once..."

I snapped, "Bloody hell, you tosser, shut up! You fake arsed doppelganger!" Charlie laughed, Uncle gave me a stern look as Grandma held her hand to her chest as if I caused her to have a heart attack like on those muggle shows.

She scoffed, "Juliet Persephone Black, you young lady need to keep that mouth shut." we both knew this was not possible, I would think something then it was already coming out of my mouth.

At last pop-pop straightened up.

"She's not dead, Argus." he said softly.

Lockhart stopped abruptly in the middle of counting the number of murders he had prevented.

"Not dead?" choked Filch, looking through his fingers at Mrs. Norris. "But why's she all - all stiff and frozen?"

"She has been Petrified." said pop-pop "But how, I cannot say..."

"Ask them!" shrieked Filch, turning his blotched and tearstained face to Harry.

"No second year could have done this." said Dumbledore firmly. "It would take Dark Magic of the most advanced—"

"Ask her, we all know she knows those spells!"

Charlie slammed Flitch against the cold stone wall, "She would never, she is as good as they come you old crock!"

I wasn't very surprised he thought it was us, singling me out this was life.

"If I might speak, Headmaster." said Uncle Snape from the shadows.

"Potter and Black may have simply been in the wrong place at the wrong time." he said, a slight sneer curling his mouth as though he doubted it. "But we do have a set of suspicious circumstances here. Why was he in the upstairs corridor at all? Why wasn't he at the Halloween feast?"

He was singling out Potter, "We were at a Death day party for Sir Nick, you can ask around. Mione, Ronald, Daphne, Avery, and so many ghosts will also tell you we were there." my tone light but firm getting the point across to them.

Charlie stood now against the wall, "Headmaster, we both know she isn't lying. Also yes, she might know these spells and how to do them but she is also not like that, she just wouldn't attack a cat and scribble on walls."

"I agree, young mister Weasley."

Snape looked furious.

So did Filch.

"My cat has been Petrified!" he shrieked, his eyes popping. "I want to see some punishment!"

"We will be able to cure her, Argus." said Dumbledore patiently. "Professor Sprout recently managed to procure some Mandrakes. As soon as they have reached their full size, I will have a potion made that will fix Mrs. Norris."

"I'll make it." Lockhart butted in. "I must have done it a hundred times. I could whip up a Mandrake Restorative Draught in my sleep—"

"Excuse me," said Snape icily. "But I believe I am the Potions master at this school."

There was a very awkward pause when I blurted out, "Lockhart's might kill her if you let him."

Uncle gave me a small smile, as Charlie hid his face, "Sorry, I think things and they come spilling out before I can stop them."

"You both may go." grandmother gave me a kiss to my forehead ushering us from the classroom.

We exit and take to the now chilled halls "Keep the voices to us for now, even in the Wizarding world hearing voices isn't good." I say as he gives me a nod.

I left Harry since I had to head to the dungeons where against the wall was Charlie lying in wait. He hugged me the minute I came within reach it felt so good, he smelled like Hugo boss, a muggle cologne Hermione and I gave him over Christmas.

"You're not sleeping." his rough callused and burned hands traced my face in a worried but loving manor.

I could see Uncle coming and not looking very happy, "I can manage, I must go my Uncle is about to hex you." with that I hurried to my dorm and the safety it gave.

For a few days the school could talk of little else but the attack on Mrs. Norris. Filch kept it fresh in everyone's minds by pacing the spot where she had been attacked, as though he thought the attacker might come back. Harry had seen him scrubbing the message on the wall with Mrs. Skower's All-Purpose Magical Mess Remover, but to no effect; the words still gleamed as brightly as ever on the stone. When Filch wasn't guarding the scene of the crime, he was skulking red-eyed through the corridors, lunging out at unsuspecting students and trying to put them in detention for things like 'breathing loudly' and 'looking happy.'

Ginny seemed very disturbed by Mrs. Norris's fate. We knew she was a great cat lover. So now we all sit in the Garden, I at the very head of the table. Fred, George, and Cedric with us making us so much stronger.

"I want Cho, myself, Luna, Hermione, and Cedric on this, I want information. I am divulging a secret, one I will also be telling Potter, he and I have been hearing voices. But when I cleared my head I came to a conclusion, I am a Parsalmouth. The voice he and I am hearing is a snake, but not a normal one. Potter is also a Parsalmouth."

Ginny gave me a nod of gratitude as Luna hugged her friend close.