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Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban
Flight of the Fat Lady

"She is kind, heart made of honey. He is reserved, the opposite of sunny. No one would ever think they would be together. But they are the moon and sun for each other."

Later that night, as Harry, Ron, and Hermione, with Liv accompanying them to their Common Room, Peter on her heels, they all found a crowd gathering on the Seventh Floor landing. "What's the hold-up? Only Neville ever forgets the password," Ron said, receiving looks for Liv and Hermione.

"Let me through, please," a voice said as they pushed past everyone rudely. Liv rolled her eyes as Percy Weasley pushed her and Hermione out of his way.

"Watch it, Weasley," Liv spat and Percy eyed her.

"This isn't your Common Room, Potter," Percy said but Liv gave him a look.

"Is me accompanying my brother and friends really your problem, or should you be doing your Head Boy duties and trying to get the door to open?" Liv asked, eyeing him, and he glared before eyeing the door again. "Thought so."

"Excuse me, thank you, I'm Head Boy," Percy said to the other students, getting past, before stopping dead. "Back! All of you! No one is to enter this dormitory until it has been fully searched!"

Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Liv exchanged dark glances, while Peter wasn't even paying attention to Liv's worried looks, when Ginny emerged from the crowd, her face ashen. "The Fat Lady," Ginny started as the four stared at her in concern. "she's gone."

"Probably stuffing her face with the apples in that still life on the second floor again," Ron said and Liv gave him a look.

"No. You don't understand-" Ginny started.

Hermione gasped while she took Liv's arm, who stared at her oddly before she looked towards the door, Harry following in pursuit.

They saw The Fat Lady's portrait had been slashed viciously, great strips of canvas hanging from the frame. Just then, Dumbledore appeared. "Mr. Filch. Round up the ghosts. Tell them to search every painting in the castle for the Fat Lady," Dumbledore said

Just then, there was a scream, which caused everyone to turn in the direction of the noise. The students dashed to the landing, where all the paintings whisper fearfully.

Filch's rheumy eyes peared up, searching the upper shadows, then narrow. "There'll be no need for ghosts, Professor," Filch said before he extended a crooked finger. High up, near the ceiling, the Fat Lady cowered in a portrait not her own, trembling.

"Dear lady. Who did this to you?" Dumbledore asked.

"Eyes like the devil he's got. And a soul as dark as his name. It was him, Headmaster. The one they talk about. He's here. Somewhere in the castle. Sirius Black," the Fat Lady explained, in a kind of trance.

As the students reacted, and Liv stared at the portrait shaking in fear, Dumbledore's voice cut through. "Secure the castle, Mr. Filch. The rest of you...to the Great Hall," Dumbledore said, but not a second later, Liv ran off, away from the Gryffindor's, scared out of her mind.

"Wait, Liv!" Peter exclaimed, before he tried to go after her but Harry stopped him. "What are you doing?"

"Liv doesn't need someone to always comfort her," Harry said but Peter stared at him sternly.

"That doesn't mean it's not nice for someone to show you care," Peter said before he yanked his hand out of Harry's grip, causing not just him, but Ron and Hermione to eye Peter heavily.