Harry Potter: Raised By Roses

Chapter Seventeen: Two-Faced Professors

"You three should stay behind us," Sprout warned the three mystic soul kids, his wand pointed at the door.

The three first years and two professors stood at the end of the third-floor corridor. And just behind the door in front of them was the three-headed dog from the kid's home country.

"I'm still wondering how a Cerberus even found its way from the Underworld, to Greece, and then all the way to Britain," Melody thinks out loud.

"Whoever brought it here will have me to answer to me when we meet him," Krinos cracked his knuckles.

"You three are pretty sympathetic toward a creature that could easily kill you," Flitwick noticed. "How much time have you been spending with Hagrid?"

"So we've had a few biscuits and some tea with him, doesn't mean he's turning us into him," Harry says. "Cerberus are just very special to Greece. They are the sacred creature that guards the gates of the Underworld. So the living can't get in and the dead can't get out."

"There were a few cases, like Orpheus and Heracles, but it's the principle of the thing," Krinos said.

Flitwick did the unlocking spell, opening the door. They went inside and, much to their shock, heard a harp playing. The Cerberus was fast asleep, all three of the rottweiler heads slightly snoring, as a harp was playing in the corner.

"Someone must have charmed the harp to keep playing until they came back up," Melody whispered. "That's a complicated spell. Not even Granger would know a spell for that, even if she's the self-proclaimed 'smartest witch of her year.' Arrogant much."

"You sound like Professor Snape," Harry quietly commented. "He can't seem to go one class without calling me arrogant, or pompous, or just plain calling me 'Potter' while sneering."

"He really needs to get a life and stop picking on you and Neville," Krinos said. "And if he keeps sneering, his face might get stuck like that."

"Hard to believe that hasn't happened already," Harry said dryly.

Flitwick and Sprout shared a look. They both knew that Snape was deep in his bitterness and hatred of just about anyone with the last name Potter. They remember how for the months leading up to this school year, Snape would hardly stop his constant complaining about 'James Potter Junior' coming to 'spread his arrogance' around the school. Even during the staff meets all year, all he ever did was go on and on that he wished that he didn't have to teach the 'Potter Devil Spawn.' He didn't have anything good to say about either of the Gardna twins either.

They tried to tell McGonagall that he would not grade them as fairly as he does his Slytherin's, but she did not listen. It seems that it was a theme with her, lately.

They went over to the trapdoor on the floor and opened it, looking into the pitch black bellow. They had not noticed the harp no longer playing. Until Melody was the one that noticed that music was no longer in her ears.

"Uh oh," she swore.

"What," Krinos asked her.

"It's gone quiet," Melody warned. "As in no more harp."

That's when the growling started. The five of them looked up to see all three of the rottweiler heads looking at them like they were it's dinner.

"I am guessing that Fluffy hasn't been fed in a while," Sprout guessed.

"That thing's name is Fluffy," Krinos raises an eyebrow.

"Jungle soul, rottweiler," Harry cast, touching his amulet.

The light from his spell stopped the beast when it came close to trying to take a bite out of one of them. Even if one bite from even one of those heads wouldn't have left anything behind.