When Jake Spector goes to Hogwarts from America, he figured it would be a special experience.
It will be, just not in the way he expects it to be...
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After finding out that my father was a Seeker, I left the trophy room along with Hermione, Ron, Jake, and Daphne.
Ron: (to Harry) I'm telling you, it's spooky. Those two girls know more about you than you do.
Daphne: Realistically, who doesn't? I mean, Harry is a famous figure in the wizarding world.
Jake: Yeah, but...I don't know if losing your parents is something worth being famous worth.
Ron: Nobody asked you.
Jake rolled his eyes as we continued up the stairs. Suddenly, the stairs started to move, making us stumble as we tried to hold on to something. I looked behind me and saw Daphne stumbling into Jake's arms.
Jake: (smirks) Falling for me already, Greengrass?
I saw Daphne's face turn red as she pushed herself away from Jake.
Daphne: S-Shut it, Spector.
If those two aren't made for each other, I thought, then there's something wrong with the universe.
I noticed the stairs stopping in front of a corridor.
Harry: Let's go this way!
Ron: Before the staircase moves again!
We quickly got off the staircase and made our way down the corrider, which was darker than usual.
Jake: Does anyone else think that we shouldn't be here, or am I just being paranoid?
Daphne: You're not being paranoid. This is the third floor corridor.
Jake: Right. The "painful death" corridor.
We all looked at him with looks that said, "Really?"
Jake: What? I'm just quoting Dumbledore.
Out of nowhere, we heard a meow that stopped us dead in our tracks. We slowly turned around and saw a red-eyed cat looking at us.
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Ron: It's Filch's cat!
Suddenly, a grey blur launched itself at the cat and smacked it multiple times with its paw. We noticed that it was a grey kitten. Filch's cat quickly ran away from us, while the grey kitten faced us and meowed. When it did, I saw it's grey-out left eye and an ugly scar across its face.
Jake: Hey, Houston.
He knelt down and picked up the kitten, which purred in his arms.
Jake: Thanks for saving our ass there, buddy.
The kitten meowed.
Daphne: We should get out of here. It won't be long until Filch shows up.
We all heeded Daphne's warning and ran down the corridor. I approached a nearby door and tried to open it, but it wouldn't budge.
