Impossible Possibilities

Chapter 7

Chapter Seven:

Hermione’s Point of View

          “I still don’t believe you two are ACTUALLY meeting up with Malfoy tonight,” I scolded, “For all you know he may be setting you up to get in trouble with Filch,”

          “It’ll be fine Hermione,” Harry sighed, “Trust me,”

          “I bet you 3 Galleons we’ve been set up and Filch will come because Malfoy said someone would be in the trophy room,” I grumbled, and Ron’s ears perked up.

          “Deal,” He cheerfully replied, “I want that money back, and I’ll make it 6 Galleons,”

          “More then I asked for, but I’m going to win so might as well cough up now,” I continued, stretching my hands out. I agreed to forgive Ron, because I’ll make sure he doesn’t turn evil.

          “No,” He swatted his hand at my arm. We arrived at the trophy room, and the door slammed shut. The lights flickered, and we waited an hour after midnight and Malfoy still wasn’t there.

          “Ha, so Malfoy stood us up but he didn’t rat us out to Filch. Pay-“Ron started but then we heard Filch come in with his drenched cat, Mrs. Norris.

          “My pretty, I thought that boy was lying but there are people in here. Find them; we can get someone in trouble. Yes, in trouble,” I turned and hissed at Ron.

          “You were saying?” And we ran from the trophy room, rushing as we heard the angry yells of Filch behind us. We ran and ran until we came to the third floor corridor, and ran through the door. It was a huge room.

          “We’re sa-“

          “Are you sure they came in here?” We heard Filch outside. We rushed to the door in the back. Ron giggled the knob and then slammed his hand on the door.

          “It’s locked!” And I groaned, pushing him to the side.

          “You idiot, alohomora,” And the door clicked open. We rushed inside, slamming the door.

          Filch was in that room, and he was snooping. He seemed to know we were here. We felt the cat head butting the door, but Filch called her away.

          “Come on my pretty, they must have ran, but they can’t hide! I’ll find them, don’t you worry!” He cackled and left the room with a loud slam of a door.

          “That was close,” Ron breathed.

          “Ron, what’s that?” I asked.

          “That is a three headed dog,” Harry answered, and we screamed as the dog burst towards us. I took a glimpse at the floor and saw the same trap door.

          We turned out of the room and locked the door, breathing heavily. We hurried back to the common room and once we were safely inside, I held my hand out.

          “6 Galleons,” He grumbled angrily and dug out 6 Galleons, placing them in the palm of my hand. I put them safely in my bag, and turned to them.

          “What the bloody hell was that?” Ron asked, he was white as a ghost. I rolled my eyes, he was so daft. Even Harry knew that one.

          “Obviously it was a three headed dog,” I groaned, and Harry nodded.

          “But why would someone keep a three headed dog in a school?” He gasped, and I rolled my eyes.

          “Because Ron, that was the 3rd floor corridor. It is forbidden, and for that reason,”

          “But WHY was there a dog there,” Harry wondered out loud.

          “It was guarding something,” I bluntly stated, and he looked at me as if I were insane, “Didn’t you notice? It was standing on a trap door,”

          “Notice? No, I was too busy staring at its heads!” I glared at Ron; he needn’t be so rude.

          “Well, I’m going to go to bed, before you get us killed, or worse, expelled,” I stormed up stairs and burst into laughter, it sounded so stupid. In first year it made sense but now…