Harry Potters Twin Book Three

Rude Ron ~not edited~

No one in Gryffindor Tower slept that night. They knew that the castle was being searched again, and the whole House stayed awake in the common room, waiting to hear whether Black had been caught. Professor McGonagall came back at dawn, to tell them that he had again escaped. I signed and muttered goodnight to everyone.

"Aren't you coming up?" Dani asked me tiredly.

"No, I have homework to finish," I said quietly.

Dani didn't ask me anything further but slumped up the dormitory steps, yawning the hole way. Hermione took one frightened glance at Ron and scampered away. Ron was smiling slightly, I could tell that he couldn't wait for all the attention to come. The tolerance I had for him disapeared that fast, I hate attention seekers.

When the common room became empty I snuck out of the room, narrowly avoiding Professor Flitwick who was in his pajamas (Frightening sight) and politely asked the House Elves for food.

"Come on, animagus form," I murmered as I stood outside in my dressing gown. "Turn into a stinking puppy already!"

The warm wind didn't freeze me but it made me sleepy, and I didn't think it would be a good idea to fall asleep outside with Slytherins and a supposed mass murderer lurking about.

With a feint pop that ecoed in the dark I shrunk down and my soft hands turned into fluffy paws and my ears turned flappy. I barked happily and picked up the sack.

"We are gonna win the Quidditch cup, no matter what you say, yeah!" I barked, my voice muffled by the sack. I nudged the knot in the tree and dove into the small tunnel, which was huge in my puppy point of veiw.

"Someone's happy," Snuffles barked. His shaggy head was now buried in the sack. He looked healthier, but he was still skinny.

"Yup," I smirked (as much as a puppy can smirk). "Gryffindore won Ravenclaw, and I finished all my homework and Malfoy is in trouble and Snape is angry because Slytherin lost fifty points."

"Alot of things to be happy about," Snuffles nodded. "My favorite is the Slytherins lost fifty points. The nasty little gits deserve it."

"You sound like Ron," I snorted. "Which is really odd. Because I can't stand Ron and I like you."

"Well, I'm glad I'm not in your 'I can't stand these people' catagory," Snuffles laughed. "I wouldn't want to get on your bad side."

"No, you wouldn't," I agreed. I was silent for a moment. "Ron seems to be having a bad week. First his rat dies and then Sirius Black stands over him with a knife."

Snuffles looked uncomfortable.

"What?" I said, confused. "Was it something I said?"

"No." Snuffles muttered. Silence. "Look, Nixie, I think you should go to bed. You look tired."

I barked gratefully and scampered off to my dormitory, to fall asleep.

Throughout the day, everywhere we went we saw signs of tighter security; Professor Flitwick could be seen teaching the front doors to recognize a large picture of Sirius Black; Filch was suddenly bustling up and down the corridors, boarding up everything from tiny cracks in the walls to mouse holes. Sir Cadogan had been fired. His portrait had been taken back to its lonely landing on the seventh floor, and the Fat Lady was back. She had been expertly restored, but was still extremely nervous, and had agreed to return to her job only on condition that she was given extra protection. A bunch of surly security trolls had been hired to guard her. They paced the corridor in a menacing group, talking in grunts and comparing the size of their clubs (they reminded me secretly of Vernon Dursley).