"My late lanted lords, ladies, and gentlen, it is my great sorrow-" but no one heard much more after that. Sir Patrick and the rest of the Headless Hunt had just started a ga of Head Hockey and the crowd was turning to watch that instead.
Nick tried in vain to get the crowd back to him, but gave up and floated off, "Yeah, I agree with Hermione, let's just go," Harry said and they quickly hurried out of there.
"Pudding might not be finished yet..." Ron said, his hope was waning with every step they took.
He was leading the way when Harry stopped suddenly, like he was trying his best to listen to sothing.
Even clutched the stone wall, "Harry, what're you-"
"It's that voice again - shut up a minute!" Harry said to them.
"Huh, but I don't hear anything?!" But, Hermione didn't like his way of talking, even gave back a retort.
She then looked towards Lucifer, who also closed his eyes, hearing a very dark, and chilling whispers in the wall.
"Rip... tear... kill..."
"Kill... ti to kill..."
"I sll blood... I SLL BLOOD!!"
"Listen!" Harry said urgently to them.
This ti it was really loud, both Harry and even Lucifer were surprised that the other two people couldn't hear it.
It was so clear to them.
Harry yelled again, "This way!" And he began to run up the stairs and into the Entrance Hall.
He then sprinted up the marble staircase to the First Floor, with the other three clattering behind him, while Hermione thinking he'd gone completely bonkers.
"Harry, what're we-" Hermione started to ask, she didn't try much exercise at ho.
"SHH!" Harry shushed her. "It's going to kill soone!" He shouted, ignoring the bewildered faces of his two friends.
Lucifer, Hermione, and Ron all chased after him up the next flight of stairs, making great strides.
It was a little while of running, with Ron and Hermione being out of shape and panting when they ca to stop Harry.
Lucifer was in more shape than his two friends, "Harry, what was that all about?" Ron asked, wiping sweat off his face, "I couldn't hear anything..."
But, Hermione suddenly gasped, pointing down the corridor, "Look!"
Sothing was shining on the wall ahead of them. They approached slowly, squinting through the darkness.
Words that were three feet off the ground had heen dauhed on the wall between two windows, shimring in the light cast by the fla torches.
THE CHAMBER OF SECRETS HAS BEEN OPENED.
ENEMIES OF THE HEIR, BEWARE.
They were all curious as to what it could an. "Enemies of the Heir, Beware?" Lucifer asked aloud.
"Wh-What's that thing - h-hanging underneath?" Ron asked, stuttering a little bit.
As they all edged nearer to get a look because of how dark it was, Harry almost slipped. There was a large puddle of water on the floor; thankfully.
Lucifer had grabbed him, otherwise Harry would've fallen forward onto his face. They carefully inched closer to the ssage, eyes fixed on a dark shadow beneath it.
All four of them realized what it was at once, and leapt backward with a splash except one very curious boy.
Mrs. Norris, the caretaker's cat, was hanging by her tail from the torch bracket. She was stiff as a board, her eyes wide and staring.
Lucifer edged closer to it and reached out his hand.
"What are you doing!?" Hermione whisper yelled. He looked back at her, then faced the paralyzed cat, and poked it.
Mrs Norris wobbled but didn't fall and stayed in the sa position.
Hermione put her hands on her hips and tilted her head questioningly at Lucifer, "Really? Was that necessary?!"
"Yes?"
"Can we leave? I don't want to stick around longer than we have to..." It was Ron who opened his mouth, a very bad habit of interrupting.
"Shouldn't we try and - I dunno, help?" Harry asked awkwardly.
"Trust , we don't want to be found here!" But, Ron said urgently.
Lucifer put Mrs. Norris down, and move towards Hermione, standing beside her.
Suddenly a rumble, as though of distant thunder, told them the feast had just ended. Students would be piling in any second.
"Co on, if we hurry we can get out of here!" Ron is seriously panicked at the mont.
"It won't matter now," Lucifer tried to explain, "if we are seen running from this corridor, it'll only be worse for us..."
He was, unfortunately, right.
From either end of the corridor where they stood ca the sound of hundreds of feet climbing the stairs, and the loud, happy talk of well-fed people.
Next mont, students were crashing into the corridor from both ends.
The chatter, the bustle, the noise died suddenly as the people in front spotted the hanging cat.
Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Lucifer stood alone in the middle of the corridor, as silence fell among the mass of students pressing forward to see the grisly sight.
Then a familiar and hated voice shouted through the quiet, "Enemies of the Heir, Beware!" Draco Malfoy yelled as he stepped forward and smirked, "You'll be next mudbloods!"
Lucifer's eyes blazed with fury, raising his palm imdiately, halfway about breaking Malfoy's spine, but Hermione put her fingers on his forearm, and turned around, "If you attack him now," she whispered into his ear, "it'll only look worse for you..."
He knew she was right, Lucifer reluctantly put his hand down.
But, if this happens again, damn the rule of not killing Mortals....
Exceptions could be made for special cases.
They all stared at Malfoy, his cold eyes and usually bloodless face flushed with color, as he grinned at the sight of the hanging, immobile cat.
"What's going on here?" Ca the voice of the caretaker himself
"What's going on here?" He shouldered his way through the crowd, falling backwards upon seeing his cat, clutching his face in horror.
"My Cat! My Cat! What happened to Mrs. Norris!?" He shrieked in pain, while scanning the crowd, his eyes fell upon Harry.
"You!" He screeched, glaring hatefully at this boy, "You! You've murdered my cat! You've killed her! I'll kill you-"
"Argus!" Ca the voice of Dumbledore as students parted to pet him forward. Several other teachers were behind him.
In seconds, he had swept past Harry, Ron, Lucifer, Hermione and detached Mrs. Norris from the torch bracket.
"Co with Argus. You too, Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, Miss Granger," he paused looking at Lucifer , "Mr. Morningstar."
Lockhart stepped forward eagerly, "My office is nearest, Headmaster- just upstairs - please feel free-"
"Thank you, Gilderoy," Dumbledore said and swept past him as well, on his way to Lockhart's office with the quartet trailing behind him.
Lockhart, looking excited and important, followed along as well, with McGonagall and Snape also close behind.
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As they entered Lockhart's darkened office, there was a flurry of movent across the walls.
Hermione saw several of the Lockhart's in the pictures on his wall dodge out of sight, their hair filled with rollers.
She scoffed at the disgusting sight.
The real Lockhart lit so candles on his desk and stepped back.
Dumbledore laid Mrs. Norris on the polished surface and began to examine her.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione exchanged tense looks, but when they looked at Lucifer, he was looking closely at Mrs. Norris as well, but he was unmoved from his spot.
They sank into so nearby chairs outside the pool of candlelight, watching.
The tip of Dumbledore's long, crooked nose was barely an inch from her fur.
He was looking at her closely through his half-moon spectacles, his long fingers gently prodding and poking.
Professor McGonagall was bent over, almost as close and her eyes narrowed.
Professor Snape lood sowhere behind them, half in the shadows, wearing a most peculiar expression.
It was as though he was trying his best to not smile or smirk at the situation.
Lockhart, on the other hand, was hovering around them all, making ridiculous suggestions.
"It was definitely a curse that killed her - probably the Transmogrifian Torture - I've seen it used many tis, so unlucky I wasn't there, I know the very counter-curse that would have saved her," he said smirking.
"Says the man who couldn't even handle Cornish Pixies," Hermione said without changing expression, looking over at Lockhart with cold eyes.
"Besides, she's not dead, she's rely petrified-" said Lucifer.
"Sounds like a confession to !" Argus Filch said angrily.
"I do believe I know what I'm talking about, since I am the professional here-" Lockhart started to say.
"Mr. Morningstar is right. She is petrified, Argus, not dead," Dumbledore said, cutting off Lockhart.
"It still sounds like a confession of guilt! He knew it, I say he did it! Potter probably put him up to it, he knows I-" Argus stopped yelling a mont, "He knows I'm a Squib!"
"I cannot say how she beca Petrified, though," Dumbledore explained.
"Ask any of them!" Filch yelled, pointing at the four students.
"No Second Year student could have done this," Dumbledore said sternly.
"That's not entirely true, Headmaster, rember what Morningstar did to Weasley and Malfoy over the pas-" Snape started accusing him.
"Enough, Severus!" Dumbledore spoke in the loudest voice they'd heard since this ti last year.
All of the Lockhart portraits dove out of the way expecting sothing dangerous to befall them.
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