The Poisoned Waters

9. A Dog, Plant, Chess and Potions.

Weeks had passed since the day the Weasleys had brought me into The Room Of Requirement, but I soon learned that the exact version we entered was The Room of Hidden Things. I often visited the 'camp' whenever I felt stressed, overwhelmed, Ect. Fred and George were there only about half the time, so I often got the place to myself, which meant I had lots of time to explore. One time, I even found a broom, and spent the rest of the day flying around. I already knew I was pretty good at my first Flying lesson, but I wasn't allowed a broom outside the class.

Problem solved.

It was June 4th, and I was actually currently on my way there, to the Room, right now, in fact. I was hurriedly walking down the corridor, the wall in my sight. I grinned as I neared, excited to be in my own, private world with no one- except maybe the Weasley's- could disturb. As I was walking past the wall for the second time, I heard footsteps coming my way from down the corridor. I quickly ducked behind a pillar off to the side, where I tried to submerge myself into the shadows. It was after curfew after all, and I didn't want to be caught out of bed. But when I peaked my head around the bulky column, I saw my sister, Potter, and Weasley taking off an invisible cloak. They seemed to be trying to make it fit nicely with all of them under it.

Dummy's.

Now that I knew I wasn't about to be jumped by Filch, I relaxed. I was about to step out from behind the column when I realized something. I of course had a reason to be out of bed, but they didn't. Well, not an obvious one at least. So, as any normal-minded person would, I followed them. Sticking to the shadows, I followed them past countless pictures, down countless stairs, and through countless corridors. And, they had an invisible cloak on, which made following them harder. But Ronald, being the wimp he was, had complained the whole way, making it slightly easier to follow. Finally, we reached the third-floor corridor, the one that was forbidden, and they stopped outside of the door. I knew this because, one, the door didn't open, and two, I heard two loud 'oof!'s. They began whispering quietly to one other before they opened the door slowly. I had to basically run over so I could slip inside. Good thing the trio was already a few yards ahead of me, because otherwise they would've heard me bite back my scream.

There was a bloody three headed, humongous, brown-pelted dog growling at us, with a harp at its feet. So much for Hogwarts being safe. Who would keep a bloody thing like that in a school? With children! I've come to a conclusion. Dumbledore was mad. I heard a noise coming from where the trio were hiding, invisible, and recognized the sound of a flute, and the beast suddenly seemed to have drunk a Draught of Living Death, because it was out cold in a few minutes. Harry had somehow taken off the cloak while he was playing, for the three were now at the monster's paws, trying to get underneath one. At last, I decided to make my presence known. Sure I'd been following them for a while, and standing there for a while, but the lot of them were too focused on the task at hand, idiots.

"What the bloody hell are you lot doing?" I whisper-yelled, and visibly saw them all jump. Hermione saw me first, and was about to speak when Harry shot his hand in front of her mouth.

"It's no use now, Mione, she's already here. We need to keep moving, not stopping to chat." He hissed, taking a deep breath before continuing to play the flute, for the dog had stirred when the tune dropped. Right then I noticed there was a trapdoor at their feet, where the dogs paw once laid. Once Hermione nodded, looking quite grumpy, Ron opened the trapdoor.

"...we'll have to drop. Hermione, would you like to go first?" Because of how far away I was still, not daring to take another step, I had only heard the end of Ronalds sentence and Hermiones hushed 'No!'. Harry had somehow volunteered, handing the flute to Hermione as he got ready to jump. Right before he did, though, he looked at Ron and asked something of him. All Ron did was nod, and Harry leapt down. I finally found the strength to move closer, and with Hermione still playing the flute, I heard a muffled shout.