Book One: The Slytherin Princess Arrives Chapter 17: The Three Headed Mutt, a harry potter fanfic

As we got to the Common Room that night, my mood had lightened, making my bracelet turn a light green. The word CALM was floating on the inside of it.

"I still think it was stupid of you." I told Draco as we waited for the clock to strike twelve.

"It'll be fine..." Draco said, biting into a Licorice Wand.

"Well I'm totally going to bed. Coming Vanice?" Lydia yawned, walking up the staircase.

"I suppose..." I said, standing up to join her.

We headed up, waving at the boys and walking into our room.

"Ugh, I so think they're going to totally get detention..." Lydia sighed, putting on her pajamas.

Doing the same, I put the phial in the small box that came with the fudge Lydia gave me. Then I hid it deep in my trunk.

"Alright now, I'm going to bed." I said, tucking into bed.

The last thing I heard Lydia say before I fell asleep was:

"By morning, the boys will be caught red handed..."

•~•~• A FEW WEEKS LATER (THE BOYS WERE NOT CAUGHT) ~•~•

Draco's mood had been not light ever since he found out that Harry had been made Seeker.

On Halloween morning we awoke to the delicious smell of baked pumpkin and candy apples wafting through the corridors. That very same day, Professor Flitwick announced that in Charms he thought we were ready to start making objects fly. We were out into pairs, and to my utter luck I was stuck with Cow Parkinson.

"Now, don't forget that nice wrist movement we've been practicing!" Professor Flitwick had squeaked. "Swish and flick, remember, swish and flick. And saying the magic words properly is very important, too!"

All around us, everyone was swinging their arms maniacally and shouting out the Levitating Charm.

"Wingar-dium LeviosA!" Parkinson said, swinging her wand over the feather.

Rolling my eyes, I put my hand up in order to protect my eyes from being poked out. Then when my frustration got the best of me, I snatched her wand out of her hands and put it on the desk.

"Your doing it so wrong..." I sighed, picking up my wand.

"Ha! Yeah right! I think you're just jealous that I'm trying better!" She snorted loudly, giving Draco a glance.

"Of course I'm not. Watch." I said, then I lifted my wand. "Wingardium Leviosa!"

The feather rose a few feet above our desk, and Flitwick squeaked with joy.

"Look here children! Miss. Crypton has done it! Second today!"

I dropped the feather immediately and looked at Flitwick.

"Who was the first?" I said slowly, already having a hint on who.

"Miss. Granger."

I slammed my fist in my desk and a frightened Professor Flitwick fell of his stack of books.

"Stupid Gryffindor." I muttered furiously.

The Halloween Feast was delicious enough to distract me from my anger, as was the decorations that were put up.

Much to Lydia's discontent, thousands of bats fluttered from the walls and to the ceiling. Pumpkins floated in place if the candles and the golden plates were filled with mouthwatering food.

As I was about to bite into a slice of steak, Quirrell burst into the Great Hall, huffing and stuttering more than usual.

"T-t-t-troll!" He said, stumbling across the Hall. "Troll in the dungeons!"

And before fainting onto the ground, he said:

"Just thought you ought to know..."

There was a sudden uproar and we all began to panic.

"There's a troll!" Crabbe yelled, standing up and beginning to head to the Common Room.

We stood up and began to follow when Dumbledore got our attention.

"Silence!" He rumbled, "Prefects will lead their house to their dormitories at once! Teachers, follow me!"

We were about to follow Marcus when Draco held us back, pointing at the High Table.

"Professor Snape just snuck through that door!" He hissed. "Let's go!"

"You're crazy!" Lydia said, shoving him towards the rest of the Slytherins.

"Lydia! You don't have to come!" Draco said grabbing Crabbe and Goyle. "C'mon Vanice, let's go."

Huffing angrily, Lydia followed us, clinging onto my sleeve. We crept slowly and quietly after Snape. Eventually we made it to the third floor corridors and saw Snape meet with Quirrell and Archidia.

Hiding behind a statue, we heard a door creak open, and to our surprise we heard a loud growl.

"A dog...?" I whispered, peeking around the corner.

And indeed there was a dog. A giant, growling, fierce three headed dog. It has saliva dripping from it's jaws that contained sharp teeth, and it six eyes were focused on Professor Snape.

"Snape!" We all cried, running towards him.

I elbowed Draco and he immediately understood.

"PETRIFICUS TOTALUS!" We bellowed at the dog.

Archidia had gotten the same idea and between the three of us we managed to body bind it.

We rushed forward and saw that Snape was leaning on a statue, holding his ankle. Archidia and Quirrell walked up and began to help him, waving their wands to stop the bleeding.

"Professor! Are you alright?" Lydia asked once we were beside them.

"I'm fine...wait! What are you children doing here?" Snape snapped, giving us a glare.

"We saw you sneak out, and you should be grateful we helped!" Draco said, crossing his arms.

"A-are you M-Mr. Malfoy?" Quirrell suddenly said, walking around to look at us.

"Yes..."

"And are y-you his c-c-cousin, Miss. S-Serpance...?"

Lydia gave a slow nod.

"T-t-then you are Mr. Crabbe, M-Mr. Goyle..." Then he stopped and looked at me. "You, you are Miss. Crypton."

Feeling a bit uncomfortable, I nodded and took a step near Draco.

"I know your parents...very loyal...and helpful..." He said.

His stuttering had diminished and his voice had changed...in a way hard to explain...a hissing type of tone in the back of his throat.

"Quirrell...not yet." Snape groaned as Archidia helped with his wound.

"I know Severus...in due time..." He said slowly.

"Kids, I'm grateful for helping me." Archidia said, helping Snape stand up. "But you five have to get back to the Common Room. I bet by now they've found the troll...and wondering where we are..."

Without a question about it, we hurried off, making sure we didn't run into Peeves or Filch.

"Something was in the room with the dog." Goyle said when we were safe.

"They wanted what was inside..."

"And we're going to find out first."

~•~•EARLY NOVEMBER~•~•

As we got into November, the weather turned rather cold. The mountains surrounding the school became an icy gray and the lake became cold and chilly, but the Slytherin Common Room stayed warm. Every morning the ground was covered in frost and I had more than once gotten a nasty cough.

The Quidditch season had begun. Draco again had been in a sour mood because he had not made the Slytherin team. We went to his tryout and he was very good, but the only reason he didn't make it was because he was up against a fourth year who was cheating. On Saturday, the first match would begin, and it was Slytherin and Gryffindor.

Later that day at lunch, as we ate, Quirrell came around and asked us if we could meet him in his office before Herbology.

"I suppose..." We agreed questionably.

But Quirrell had ran off before we could ask why.

"Slytherin vs. Gryffindor today, first match of the term..." Goyle told us quietly when he left.

Draco slammed his goblet down, eating angrily.

"We should go." I suggested, taking a bite of my lemon meringue pie.

"Go? Why would you want to go? Support him?" Draco suddenly snapped.

"Of course." I said sarcastically, then I hit his arm. "No you idiot. To see him lose."

My bracelet turned a dark blue and the words MISCHIEVOUS formed.

"What are you thinking?" Crabbe asked.

"Obviously, we have to sabotage...and I think we all know the one Professor who hates Potter as much as we do." I said, glancing at the High Table. "And he will surely help."

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WOAH WOAH WOAH...GUESS WHAT? IT'S MY BIRTHDAY! I'M 14! Birthday Chapter...woot woot! Well, now that that's over, hah, I'd like to say a few things.