The Girl Who Disappeared (Harry Potter Fan-fiction)

*Chapter 8*

 Later on in the night, Maurelle snuck out of her dorm for the "duel". She overheard what Draco had intended for Harry and Ron. Draco wasn't planning on meeting for a duel, instead, he was going to tell Mr. Filch that a couple of Gryffindor students were planning on going to the trophy room after curfew. She left the Slytherin Common Room and made her way to the trophy room to warn them before it's too late.

"Harry" Maurelle whispered as she approached the trophy room.

"You hear that?"

"Who is that?"

"Is it Malfoy"

She heard multiple voices. She entered the room and found not just Harry and Ron, but Hermione and Neville were there too.

"What are you two doing here?" she looked at Hermione and Neville, but before they could answer she shook her head, "Never mind that...we need to get out. The bloody coward wasn't planning on challenging you. He's snitching you to Filch. We need to hurry"

"I told you" Hermione said.

"Enough, let's go" Maurelle motioned them. As Maurelle led the way, she motioned them to hide behind a corridor as she heard a voice.

"Sniff around, my sweet, they might be lurking in a corner" it was Filch speaking to Mrs. Norris.

Maurelle waved madly at the other four to follow her as quickly as possible; they scurried silently toward the door, away from Filch's voice. Neville's robes barely whipped round the corner when they heard Filch enter the trophy room.

"They're in here somewhere" they heard him mutter, "probably hiding"

"This way!" Maurelle mouthed to the others, petrified, they began to creep down a long gallery full of suits and armor. They could hear Filch getting nearer.

Neville suddenly let out a frightened squeak and broke into a run –he tripped, grabbed Ron around the waist, and the pair of them toppled right into a suit of armor. The clanging and the crashing were enough to wake the whole castle.

"Damn it, Neville" Maurelle said as she helped pick the two up.

"RUN!" Harry yelled and the five of them sprinted down the gallery, not looking back to see whether Filch was following – they swung around the doorpost and galloped down the one corridor then another, Harry is now leading, without any idea where they were or where they were going – they ripped through a tapestry and found themselves in a hidden passageway, hurtled along it and came out near their Charms classroom, which they knew was miles from the trophy room.

"I think we've lost him" Maurelle placed her hand on Harry's shoulder, signaling him to relax.

Harry panted heavily, leaning against the cold wall and wiping his forehead. Neville was bent double, wheezing and spluttering.

"I—told—you" Hermione gasps then repeats it again.

"We've got to get back to the Gryffindor tower" Ron said.

"Let's go" Maurelle said.

It wasn't going to be that simple. They hadn't gone more than a dozen places when a doorknob rattled and something came shooting out a classroom in front of them.

It was Peeves. He caught sight of them and gave a squeal of delight.

"Shut up, Peeves —please —you'll get us thrown out" Maurelle said.

Peeves cackled.

"Wandering around at midnight, Ickle Firsties? Tut, tut, tut. Naughty, naughty, you'll get caughty" he sang.