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Once the hall and door were found to have no wards, they opened the door a crack and Peter slipped in as a rat to check for any runes ... they all paled as they heard a crash inside ...

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Harry couldn't sleep a wink. Tom told him to stay in bed and to rest as they got the snitch, but it has been a while. He was terrified that something went wrong, but Vesta refused to leave his side again to check. Thankfully someone did come. Myrtle floated through the floor and perched on the frame of his bed. He opened his mouth to speak, but she placed a finger to her lips warning him to be quiet.

For a second he was confused, but he remembered the two curses she was under. The curse binding her to the castle was a year round issue, but that other curse, the one that monitors everything said too, begins and fades with the school year. The second school began Dumbledore was listening to her, through her, for 10 months out of the year. Thankfully he wasn't strong enough to make it year around, but they still needed to be careful what was said. However, words come in many forms ...

Without a wand Harry wrote in the air. The fiery words that appeared said this, 'I'm worried about Tom and the others. They went after the snitch to see if it's a horcrux.'

Myrtle smiled and nodded. She gestured to Vesta to go and help ...

Of course, Vesta stubbornly refused and used her illusions to make some words of her own, 'I won't leave him alone after today's attack.'

Myrtle smirked and pointed to each floating letter in their messages to spell out her own, 'I dare anyone to try.'

Harry saw Vesta's ears perk up at something in the dark hall outside the infirmary. Something that convinced her that he was safe and freeing her up to leave his side. As the nature sprite he tried to lean closer to identify the silhouette. He could see the massive serpentine shadow move and he knew instantly that it was Debora. Tom mentioned leaving the Chamber of Secrets open so the basilisk could move freely, but he didn't expect to see Debora just slithering around the halls. Though, it didn't matter to him right now. Harry just wanted to know that those he cares for is safe.

The ghost silently gestured for him to lay back and rest. Harry wanted to do something to help or, at least, stay up until Vesta returned, but he knew he wouldn't be of much help with his wounds. The best thing he can do now is rest and recover.

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Everyone froze as they heard muffled voices coming from the supply closet after the crash. It sounded like someone was coming out at a fast pace. The angry voices and footsteps charged the door faster than anyone could hide.

"-Fuck you! I know-" The door was thrown open to reveal a chaser on the Gryffindor Quidditch team angrily walking out of the room as he buttoned his shirt. "-you have a thing for Potter!" He snapped at the person still in the room who was scrambling to get dressed.

Severus waited for the student to spot him and pale in terror, but to his shock that didn't happen. In fact, the chaser ran straight into him. What was more shocking was that the student just looked baffled instead of horrified. Tom pulled the potion master and Lucius back and pointed. There in the shadows was a little thing bounding towards them that looked like Vesta.

"Dammit! No I don't!" The person in the supply room yelled. The chaser, reminded of his earlier anger, huffed and continued walking quickly away. "Hey! Wait up!" The person yelled and ran out after the other boy while trying to put on his last clothes revealing that he was Oliver Wood.

Quirinus smirked as the students got farther away, "Late night trysts in a supply closet ... I like the idea." He ignored the blushing wizards and smiled down at Vesta. "Your timing is perfect." The little fox yipped and hopped onto his shoulder.