My Tale {Book One in the Hermione Granger Series}

Chapter Nineteen

We all walked silently and we were expecting to run into Filch or Mrs Norris at every turn we took.  As we neared the Trophy Room, our pace quickened.  We sped up the last staircase, and tiptoed towards the Trophy Room.  When we got into the Trophy Room, we looked around for Malfoy and Crabbe, and even Goyle.  But instead of them, we saw crystal trophy cases glimmering where the moonlight caught them; filled with gold and silver cups, shields, plates, and statues.  We edged along the walls, keeping our eyes on the doors at either end of the room; Harry with his wand out for the duel.  This is a trap, I thought.  Minutes passed before anyone spoke.

“Maybe he chickened out” Ron said, “He’s late”.

Then we heard a noise in the next room; making us all jump.  And it wasn’t Malfoy...

“Sniff around, my sweet”, Filch said, “they might be lurking in a corner”.

Oh my gosh, I thought, we are done for!!!

Harry waved madly at us to follow him as quickly as possible.  We scurried silently towards the door away from Filch’s voice.  We had only just all left the room when we heard Filch enter the Trophy Room.

“They are in here somewhere.  Probably hiding” Filch muttered to Mrs Norris.

I looked at Harry.

“This way!” he mouthed at us, and petrified, we began to follow him down a long gallery full of suits of armour.  We could hear Filch getting closer and closer, which made Neville get frightened.  He let out a squeak of terror and broke into a run, tripping, grabbing Ron, and falling into a suit of armour.

We are done for, I thought, we are going to get expelled!  I don’t want to get expelled!  This is the only place I truly fit in!  At my Muggle school, everyone thought I was a freak and I had no friends.

“RUN!” Harry yelled at us, and we all sprinted down the gallery, swung around the doorpost, and galloped down one corridor, and then the next, never stopping and following Harry.  We ripped through a tapestry and found ourselves in a hidden passageway, ran along it, and then came out near our Charms classroom, which I knew was very far away from the Trophy Room.  I think Harry and the others realised it to, as they stopped.

“I think we’ve lost him” Harry said, panting, before leaning against the wall and wiping his forehead. 

Both Neville and I were out of breath and had stitches in our chests.

“I – told – you” I said to Harry between breaths, “You realise 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”, I continued, thinking it all over; still catching my breath from the running. 

“Let’s go” Harry said, not answering my questions. 

I think he realises I am right, I thought, before following Harry and the others.