Harry Potter Down Under

Flee and Fight (39)

 i had this chapter written so perfectly for you all. Then it went up in smoke.

Literally.

Because my house burned down... anywhoooooo. Here ya go! Sorry it's been so long!

"What is it miss Noris? Do you smell something? Naughty children out of bed?"

All three looked at each other with wide eyes. The voices in Harry's head were howling with laughter, their voices so loud Harry couldn't hear the footsteps of the frightening janitor. Harry pulled the other two behind a stand and crouched down as Filch entered.

"Where are they Miss Noris. Find them. Let's find the disobedient children."

Harry crawled towards the door as Filch and the cat made their way towards the center of the room. The young boy waved for the other two to follow as he slowly stood and crept towards the door. The howling in his head had grown quieter, the sounds of laughter being held back was a little annoying though, since every once in awhile they would snort and burst into fits of wild laughter again.

A creaking floorboard echoed through the room and Norris and Filch both turned to the kids. Though, those kids were already running out the doors and through the halls. Suddenly as they neared the stairs, Ron tripped and crashed into a suit of armor. The sound of crashing metal could have easily woken up the entire castle. Hermione picked up a piece of white string from the ground as Harry helped Ron get back up. She looked at it in confusion before running again, stuffing it in her pocket.

"COME ON!" though the voice that came from Harry's didn't sound like his. They ran for what seemed like forever, their hearts beating in their throats and the adrenaline forcing them forward even as when they wanted to stop.

They came to a stop and Harry quickly unlocked a door and pulled them inside. They listened as Filch ran past the door.

"That was close!" Ron whispered. The laughing in Harry's head burst again.

You stupid little boy. Turn around!

He spun around, low growling replacing the voices. A "dog", if you could even call it that, loomed over them, drool dripping from all three of its heads. Harry noticed a trapdoor under one of it's paws. The three children screamed and Hermione quickly unlocked the door while Harry and Ron froze in fear. She pulled them out into the hallway as the middle head sniped at them. They all sat panting on the cold floor, sweat dripping from their brow and their hearts pumping faster than ever.

"Come on..." Harry panted, pulling Hermione to her feet. He turned to Ron as the boy stood. "We need to go before Filch comes back this way.

The next day! Lol

"You idiot. How could you not know that he was going to rat out on you?"
I agree with the snake man, you really are a fool sometimes you know.

~Shut up, both of you, I'm trying to eat~

Hogwarts, one of the safest places in the world. It was clear that the giant three headed dog was guarding something. Something really valuable, or something very dangerous.

Or both.

Harry and ron sat across from the three girls. They'd filled Frisk in on what had happened and, surprisingly, Frisk's friend giggled behind her book as they described the monster dog.

"What's so funny?" Harry asked, everybody staring at her. She lowered the book she had been reading.

"Um, uh. C-Cerberus is the name of a three headed dog in most myths and is an actual species developed by wizards for guarding objects of great importance. In many ways they make great pets, though the amount of food and space needed to raise them is far greater than I could imagine."

This girl is more intelligent than I gave her credit for.

"Shh! I'm trying to listen!"

"If what you said is true about this dog, we should find out what it's guarding. It...sounds like fun?" She grew quieter and hid behind her book again when nobody broke the silence.

"She's right!" Frisk banged the table with her fist. "Think of the adventure we'll have! Oh boy, I can feel it already!" Frisk began laughing.

"You sound like Undyne."

Frisk froze and slowly looked at Harry before settling down.

"I agree with them, Harry! This sounds like fu-" Ron stopped mid-sentence as the owls started streaming in. A sudden drop of a long, brown parcel knocked harry's plate to the floor and tipped a cup of juice over, splashing Ron. Frisk's friend just laughed behind her book, soon joined by Frisk.

Harry ripped the letter off the parcel.

DO NOT OPEN THE PARCEL AT THE TABLE.

It contains your new Nimbus Two thousand, but I don't want everybody to know you've got a broomstick or they'll all want one as well.

Oliver Wood will meet you tonight on the Quidditch field at seven o'clock for your first training session.

Professor M. McGonagall.

Harry handed the note to his sister and grabbed Ron's arm and the parcel. All five of them rushed out of the banquet hall, wanting to unwrap the broomstick quickly, but halfway across the entrance hall they found their way barred by Malfoy's goons. Malfoy ripped the parcel from Harry and studied it.

"That's a broomstick," he said, sneering at Harry. "You'll be in trouble for this Dreemurs. Boy, I can't wait to see you kicked out, freak." he glarred at Frisk's friend, who just stared at the ground, her hair covering her face.

"That's not just any broomstick," Harry said, glarring at Malfoy. It's a Nimbus Two Thousand."

"Yeah, and what is it you said you've got back home? A Comet Two Sixty?" Ron couldn't help but smirk back at the boy. Ron turned to Harry and grinned. "Comets look flashy, but they're not in the same league as the Nimbus."

"What would you know about that Weasley, you couldn't afford half the handle. I suppose you and your brothers have to save up twig twig."

""That's not funny." Everybody turned to Frisk's friend, who was staring at Malfoy. She looked sad, but for once wasn't trying to hide.

"Oh yeah, freak? What are you gonna d-"

Before anyone could blink, a fist connected with Draco's face. He fell to the ground, crying and yelling in pain. Frisk, her hands still clentched stepped foreward to swing again, only to be held back by her friend. Around that time Professor Flitwick rushed to us, taking a look at Draco then Frisk who was still trying to get at him. A couple more professors entered not a second later, McGonagall and Snape.

"Frisk, what is the meaning of this?" Frisk slowly stopped struggling against her friend and turned to Snape. She clamped her mouth shut and refused to speak. Snape instead turned to her friend as McGonagall hurried to Draco's side. "Perhaps, instead, I will ask you."

The girl reverted to her usual shy self.

"Tell me what happened here, Miss Black."

She told them everything word for word. Everything said, everything done, without fault. When she had finished, McGonagall had already gone to the hospital wing with Draco. The Nimbus was laying forgotten on the floor and Draco's goons were gone with the boy. Hermione seemed to have run off at some point while nobody was looking. Frisk, though she would usually be in much greater trouble, only got detention for the week, along with her friend.

Harry and Ron received no punishment, seeing as Snape believed the girl without fail. And professor McGonagall and professor Flitwick as well seemed fine with this later on, believing everything the girl said. Though, it was all true. Not a single lie slipped from her lips.