Sarah Potter (Book 2)

Ch9: "Ugly, Miserable, Moaping, Moaning Myrtle."

Mrs Norris is hanging by her tail from the torch bracket, tiff as a board, with her yellow eyes staring into nothing.

"Is she...dead?" Bonnie asks nervously, after a minute of silence.

"No, I don't think so." I say.

"Let's get out of here." Ron says.

"Shouldn't we try and help-" Harry says.

"Trust me, Harry." I say. "We don't want to be found here."

"Looks like we already are." Amy whispers and we soon hear the chatter of everyone leaving the Great Hall and coming into the corridor.

Looks like the feast is over.

Soon people are crowded around us and there is dead silence. Everyone is staring at us. The silence breaks when we hear-

"Enemies of the Heir, Beware! You'll be next Mudbloods!"

Of course Draco Malfoy moves to the front of the crowd, his cold, grey eyes on us as he grins at us and the immobile cat behind us.

"What's going on here? What's going on?"

The crowd parts and we are face-to-face with Filch. He must've been attracted by Malfoy's voice. We are so dead right now, we aren't going to leave without punishment now.

He freezes, seeing Mrs Norris hanging behind us, immobile.

"My cat! My cat! What's happened to Mrs Norris?" He screeches.

His eyes land on Harry.

"You!" He screeches. "You! You murdered my cat! You've killed her! I'll kill you! I'll-"

"Argus!" Comes Dumbledore's voice.

DUMBLEDORE! Dumbledore comes, followed by a bunch of other Professors. He sweeps past Harry, Ron, Hermione, Bonnie, Amy and I and detaches Mrs Norris from the torch bracket.

"Come with me, Argus." He says to Filch. "You too, Mr Potter, Miss Potter, Mr Weasley, Miss Granger, Miss Lupin and Miss Fields."

Lockhart steps up from the crowd eagerly.

"My office is nearest, Headmaster-just upstairs-please feel free-"

I roll me eyes. Lockhart is so annoying.

"Thank you, Gilderoy." Dumbledore says.

The crowd of students part to let us through. Lockhart, looking excited and important(which in my opinion he isn't), hurries after Dumbledore with Professors McGonagall and Snape following.

As we enter Lockhart's office, there is movement all along the walls as all the Lockhart's in the pictures duck out of sight with their hair curlers. I almost facepalm. They're pictures for Merlin's sake.

Dumbledore sets Mrs Norris on Lockharts desk and begins to examine her. Harry, Amy, Hermione and I share a look while Ron is looking into space and Bonnie is looking away looking sort of ashamed. Ashamed?

While Dumbledore and McGonagall almost have their noses touching Mrs Norris, Snape looms behind us, in the shadows, while Lockhart is dancing around making suggestions.

Have I mentioned how annoying he is. He annoys the hell out of me.

"It was definitely a curse that killed her-probably the Transmogrifian Torture. I've seen it countless times, so unlucky that I wasn't there, I know the very counter-curse that could have saved her..."

Lockhart's rant is drowned out by Filch's sobbing. He's sitting in a chair his face in his hands. As much as I hate Filch, I kind of feel sorry for him, I mean it was his cat. How would I feel if Snow died?