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[Anthea walks up the staircase, Neville on one side and Draco on the other.]

Draco: I'm telling you, it's kind of creepy you know, how much she knows about you.

Anthea: [rolling her eyes] the books she has read have nothing but lies in them. She has no idea what shit I've been through. Well, that goes for the rest of the wizarding world as well. The only true thing that would be in those books would be that my mum and dad are dead.

[Their attention suddenly leaves Anthea as the staircase begins to move. The three of them all grab onto the railings.]

Anthea: These fucking stairs.

Neville: You can say that again.

Draco: We're going to end up late to class one day because of the bloody stairs.

[The staircase stops, leading to a corridor.]

Draco: Let's go this way. That way we won't be stuck on the stairs when they move again.

[The three make their way up the stairs into a deserted corridor.]

Neville: Does anyone else feel as if we should be in here?

Anthea: [groaning] That's because we're not meant to be. This is the third floor. Dumbledore said it was forbidden.

[Suddenly, a flame lights on a tall stone support. At that moment, Filch's cat, Mrs Norris, comes running in and meows. The trio jumps slightly.

Anthea: Let's try and find a way out of here.

[Mrs Norris meows and the three run through the corridor, flames are lit up on the stone supports, one by one, as they run past. They get to the end of the corridor, to a door.]

Neville: Let's hide through that door!

[Neville moves forward and grabs the handle in order to go through, but it's locked.]

Neville: [turning to Draco and Anthea, panicked] It's locked!

Anthea: [pushes past Neville, pulling out her wand and pointing it at the lock.] Alohomora.

[The door's lock lifts up magically and it opens] Get in there before Filch comes. [They bustle in.]

Draco: Alohomora?

Anthea: Unlocking charm, I read it a few days ago when I read through A Standard Book of Spells.

[Filch arrives at the start of the corridor with a lantern. Mrs Norris looks at him.]

Filch: Anyone here, my sweet? [Mrs Norris meows] Come on. [they leave the corridor.]

Draco: [sighs in relief.] Filch is gone. Probably thinks this door's locked.

Neville: [panic in his voice.] And it was locked for good reason.

[The camera pans around to find Anthea staring up at the three-headed dog]

"It's Cerberus!" Nico yells.

"No, it's not, Nico," Anthea tells the son of the Underworld. "Cerberus is much easier to play with."

"Cerberus isn't meant to be played with. He's there to guard the entrance to the underworld. How many times do I have to tell you this?" Hades questions, looking down at Anthea.

"And since when I have listened to you about playing with Cerberus?" Anthea questions, shooting Hades a look only for him to shut up and lean back into the seat. "That's what I thought."

[The dog begins to wake before growling, yawning and growling once more after noticing the intruders.]

Anthea: Shit. Out! Out! Out!

[She pushes Neville and Draco out of the door before shutting the door behind her, making sure to lock it once more. She runs after Draco and Neville who have gotten to the other end of the corridor.]

[The camera cuts to the three of them walking up towards the Gryffindor portrait.]

Draco: What the fuck is wrong with them? Keeping a beast like that locked up in a school.

Anthea: The teachers at this school have to be mentally retarded to leave a creature like that in the school. But did either of you happen to see what it was standing on?

Neville: I wasn't looking at its feet! I was a bit preoccupied with its heads. Or maybe you didn't notice, there were three!

Anthea: Seriously, Neville? We've been here for a little under a week and you think that's freaky? There's a high chance that we're gonna see freakier things within the next seven years.

Draco: Are you serious? [looking at Neville] Is she serious?

Anthea: Whatever. Anyway, the three-headed dog was guarding something.

Neville and Draco: Guarding something.

Anthea: That's right. It's guarding something.

Neville: Guarding what?

Anthea: Remember the other day when there was a break-in reported at Gringotts, it said that the vault that was broken into was emptied earlier that day. There's no chance it's a coincidence.

***

[The following day, Anthea walks into the courtyard helping Oliver to carry the trunk. They put it down.]

Oliver: Quidditch is easy enough to understand. Each team has seven players; 3 chasers, 2 beaters, 1 keeper and a seeker. That's you. There are three kinds of balls. [opens the trunk and picks out the red one.] This one's called the Quaffle. Now, the chasers handle the Quaffle and try to put it through one of those three hoops. [Points to the hoops in the Quidditch pitch in the distance.] The keeper, that's me, defends the hoops. [throws he ball to Anthea.] With me so far?

Anthea: I think so. What are those? [pointing to the two balls that are squirming around in the chains.]

Oliver: You better take this. [Hands Anthea the bat. He bends don and releases one of the balls. It flies off into the air. The two watch it carefully.] Careful now. It's comin' back. [The ball comes whizzing down and Anthea cracks at it with the bat. The ball soars off through a statue.] Eh, not bad, Potter. You'd make a fair beater... Uh-oh. [The ball zooms down, and Oliver grabs it, wriggling to get it back in the box.]

Anthea: That was a Bludger, wasn't it?

Oliver: Yeah. Nasty little buggers. But you're a seeker, and the only thing I want you to worry about it this. [opens a door in the top of the chest.] The Golden Snitch. [hands Anthea a walnut sized golden ball.]

Anthea: What do I do with it?

Oliver: You catch it... before the other team's seeker. You catch this, the game is over. You catch this, Potter, and we win.

[The ball flutters out two delicate wings and jumps into the air. Anthea keeps an eye on it.]