Trouble Fox

The death a of a great cat

Brittany sighed in slight annoyance as she dashed up to Harry , Ron and Hermione.
"What now?"
She asked.
"It's Mrs. Norris! I swear we did nothing!"
Hermione said worriedly.
"Harry..... Hermione...."
Ron said.
"I don't like spiders...."
He shuddered. There was a trail of spiders leaving the building through the window.
"Fred turned my teddy bear into a giant spider once....couldn't sleep for weeks....."
Ron shuddered again.
"But how did this happen?"
Brittany's question was never answered because a great number of students came thundering up the halls. It was then that Brittany noticed the blood writing that read,
"Enemies of the Heir Beware."
The students coming up from the Great Hall gasped.
"You'll be next mudbloods!"
However, rang through the crowd from Malfoy. Brittany slid into the Gryffindor section of it as teachers rushed in.
"What's going on 'ere..."
Filch said swinging his lantern. He gasped when he saw the writing. Oh, and the DEAD CAT hanging from the torch in the side. What had Harry done now?
"You've killed my cat. I'll kill you!"
Filch shouted. Luckily Dumbledore rounded the corner at this moment.
"Prefects will escort the students to bed, now!"
Dumbledore spoke urgently, yet not terribly, to the crowd.
"Not you three."
Dumbledore said as he pointed at Harry.
"Harry!"
Brittany dashed forward but Dumbledore held out a hand to signal that she should go back.
"Now now, Ms. Potter. I know you are a bit worried because of your brother, but as you were at the feast, no one else but Misters Fred and George Weasley and yourself could have caused such a light show,"
Dumbledore chuckled a little, despite the serious situation,
"and have had nothing nothing to do with anything going in at this time, I will ask you to please return to Gryffindor common room."
Brittany wanted to say no, but with the look on Dumbledore's face and the rest of the teachers around, nodded and raced off to the common room.
"Draput Draconis?"
Brittany asked the portrait.
"That was last years password, not even that, really, you'll have to do better than that!"
The Fat Lady rolled her eyes.
"Er..."
Brittany said.
"Brilliant. I've forgotten the password."
She said with a sigh.
"ANYONE THERE!?"
She shouted. The portrait opened quickly.
"No need to yell, now Brittany."
Fred said with a grin.
"You just beed the password!"
George added.
"Oh please Harry's going to be expelled, that stupid cat's dead. Ron and Hermione are too, and I've forgotten the password! Just let me in!"
Brittany whined.
"No need to be whiny."
Fred said.
"But please let me in."
Brittany puffed out her bottom lip.
"Fine, fine. But remember the password yourself next time!"
George laughed. Brittany quickly stopped the act and climbed in.
"But really, Harry might be expelled."
Brittany said with a hint of worry.
"For the death of a great cat? Nah."
Fred rolled his eyes.
"Yes, yes. Mrs. Norris was a bloody brilliant cat while she lived. Just amazing."
George said elegantly.
"We will forever miss her blood cherry red eyes,"
"Her nails-on-a-chalkboard meow,"
"Her muddy, mucky brown fur,"
Brittany added,
"Her constant following of those in the noble art of mischeif,"
"And her owner, the one who always came when called."
Fred finished.
"We must not fret, now, for the hard days are yet to come."
They were silent for a few seconds, but burst out into hysterical laughter.
"The hard days are here!"
Brittany said as she could barley breathe from laughter.
"Yes, yes. We mustn't fret. Shall we celebrate her name?"
Fred asked.
"Of course. So, water pistol the statue of John the Great or find Peeves and tell him they just got new chalk?"
George asked.
"Water pistol. Always the water pistol. When in doubt, water pistol."
Fred answered.
"Eh. Not a great fan of water but I'll go get mine. THIS WILL TAKE SOME FABULOUS PLANNING!"
Brittany shouted and raced up the steps to the girls dorms.
"She has a photographic memory, doesn't she?"
Fred asked George.
"Yeah. She's always drawing up plans. Spending too much time with Granger, in my opinion. Needs to plan out everything."
Brittany raced back down the stairs.
She saw Fred and George but stayed a back a little.
"She's pretty isn't she?"
Fred said, still looking over at the stairs to the girl's dorms.
"You fancy her, don't you?"
George asked, accusingly.
"What? No...no....she's twelve....and a good friend....almost like a sister....no....of course not..."
Fred trailed off.
"Hey!"
Brittany jumped out behind them, pretending she didn't hear anything they said.
"Ahhhh!"
Fred gasped.
"How-how much of that did you hear?"
He asked.
"Hear what?"
Brittany said innocently.
"Nothing."
George said and sneaked a sly look at Fred.
"That's going to kill me. WHAT DID I NOT HEAR THAT IS SO IMPORTANT?"
Brittany asked.
"Nothing."
George answered again.
"Oh well. I have parchment, and these things, pencils, that are so much better than quills because they don't use ink and you can erase them....I hope I don't run out of them by the end of the year."
And the three grabbed a table and started to draw up plans for a water pistol prank, celebrat-no, sorry, mourning the death of a great cat. (which Brittany later found out was only petrification from Hermione, and was slightly relived. She swatted Fred, however, when he said, "Oh well. Maybe she'll move on next year."