"Filch... Did you just say that you're a squib?"

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"I don't think you'll able to save Mrs Norris; you don't even know a single spell, bastard." I snapped.

"Y/N." Uncle Severus spoke.

"Tch." I gazed away and crossed my arms, does this guy think he could save Mrs Norris!? I felt someone squeezed my robe; I looked at my side, and it was Kayden... Covering her mouth while shaking.

Was she also worried about Mrs Norris? I heard she likes cats, so maybe that's why she's acting like this.

"...I remember something very similar happening in Ouagadogou," said Lockhart, "a series of attacks, the full story's in my autobiography, I was able to provide the townsfolk with various amulets, which cleared the matter up at once..." The photographs of Lockhart on the walls were all nodding in agreement as he talked. One of them had forgotten to remove his hairnet.

At last, grandpa straightened up. "She's not dead, Argus," he said softly. Lockhart stopped abruptly in the middle of counting the number of murders he had prevented.

"Not dead?" Choked Mr Filch, looking through his fingers at Mrs Norris. "But why's she all - all stiff and frozen?"

"She has been Petrified," said Dumbledore

"Ah! I thought so!" said Lockhart.

"But how, I cannot say..."

"Ask him!" shrieked Filch, turning his blotched and tearstained face to Harry.

"No second year could have done this," said Dumbledore firmly. "it would take Dark Magic of the most advanced--"

"He did it, and he did it!" Filch spat, his pouchy face purpling. "You saw what he wrote on the wall! He found - in my office - he knows I'm a - I'm a -" Filch's face worked horribly.

"Mr Filch! Accusing someone is very horrible! Especially when they didn't do it at all!" I yelled as I balled a first to my skirt.

He pointed at Harry "But he knows I'm a Squib!" He finished.

"He's... A squib?" Kayden mumbled, I looked at her as her mood has darkened. I felt some disgust and anger coming from her.

"I never touched Mrs Norris!" Harry shouted, uncomfortably aware of everyone looking at him, including all the Lockharts, the bastard on the walls. "And I don't even know what a Squib is ."

"Rubbish!" snarled Filch. "He saw my Kwikspell letter!"

"Filch... Did you just say that you're a squib?"

"Knight, please go back to your dorm." Grandpa order Kayden.

Her mood went incredibly dull as she began cackling "HAHAHA! How worthless is that! HAHAHA no surprise why you dislike us kids just because we got magic and not you, I despise squib folk they don't belong in the wizardry worl- argh..." after that she was knocked out cold.

"Ah, Linda. You're here." aunt Minnie sighed in relief as she placed her hand to her chest.

Huh?

We all turned around, and it was Linda holding a? Wait, what's that? Looking like a needle. She saw me looking on it and smiled at me " It's an injection and what I did was shot her with this and I think you label it a jab here? Not sure but in the country I am from, we call it a shot." she chuckled as she placed it back to her pack.

"And Filch, right? Don't mind her... She got a terrible history with somebody who is a squib, but please don't loathe her." she added.

Then she turns towards the three Slytherin boys "care to help me bring her to her room?" She gleams, the three of them nodded slowly and carried Kayden out of the room.

"If I might speak, Headmaster," said uncle Snape from the shadows, "Potter and his friends may have simply been in the wrong place at the wrong time," he said "But we do have a set of suspicious circumstances here. Why was he in the upstairs corridor at all? Why wasn't he at the Halloween feast?"

Harry, Ron and Hermione all launched into an explanation about the deathday party. "...there were hundreds of ghosts, they'll tell you we were there--"

"But why not join the feast afterward?" Said uncle Severus his black eyes glittering in the candlelight. "Why go up to that corridor?"

Ron, Hermione and Harry looked at me. "Because we were tired and wanted to go to bed," I said.

"Without any supper? And why are you answering for them" said uncle Severus, as he let out a frown when I answered. "Also I didn't think ghosts provided food fit for living people at their parties."

"It is because I was with them, so it's not Harry any of us. Along with the others who went back to the dorm."

"We weren't hungry," said Ron loudly as his stomach gave a huge rumble.

"I suggest, Headmaster, that Potter is not being entirely truthful," he said. "It might be a good idea if he were deprived of certain privileges until he is ready to tell us the whole story. I personally feel he should be taken off the Gryffindor Quidditch team until he is ready to be honest."

"Uncle, are you being serious right now?" I squint my eyes as I looked at him in disapproval.

"Really, Severus," said aunt Minnie sharply, "I see no reason to stop the boy playing Quidditch. This cat wasn't hit over the head with a broomstick. There is no evidence at all that Potter has done anything wrong."

Grandpa was giving Harry a searching look. His twinkling light-blue gaze made sure Harry feel as though he were being X-rayed.

"But how... If it's not potter... It must be that kid who called me worthless!" Mr Filch outburst.

"No, she was with us. So it's not her, didn't you saw her expression when she saw Mrs Norris all bloody!?" I defend Kayden.

"Also, Argus. That kid has a bond with cats... And you know about the other thing too, so it's probably not her."

"So innocent until proven guilty, Severus, Filch," he said firmly.

"My cat has been Petrified!" he shrieked, his eyes popping. "I want to see some punishment!"

But then Ron whispered to me "if he wants some punishment, he could've asked Knight since remember? When she punched Malfoy, and she was like "pushing of course." remember?" I elbowed him to shut his mouth because I saw uncle Severus and aunt Minnie glared at him.

"We will be able to cure her, Argus," said grandpa patiently. "Professer Sprout recently managed to procure some Mandrakes. As soon as they have reached their full size, I will have a potion made that will revive Mrs Norris."

"I'll make it," Lockhart butted in. "I must have done it a hundred times. I could whip up a Mandrake Restorative Draught in my sleep--"

"Excuse me," said I icily. "But I believe professor Snape, the Potions master at this school." I faked a smiled at him. There was a very awkward pause.

"You may go," grandpa said to us.

We went, as quickly as we could without actually running. When we were a floor up from Lockhart's office, turned into an empty classroom and closed the door quietly behind us. Harry squinted at us'darkened faces.

"D'you think I should have told them about that voice I and Y/N heard?"

"No," said Ron, without hesitation. "Hearing voices no one else can hear isn't a good sign, even in the wizarding world."

Ron's voice made Harry ask, "You do believe us, don't you?" "Course I do," said Ron quickly. "But - you must admit it's weird..."

"But didn't you said that Knight heard is as well?" Hermione asked me; I nodded "yeah, she would get very grumpy about it at night because she couldn't sleep at all."

"And the whole thing's weird. What was that writing on the wall about? The Chamber Has Been Opened ... What's that supposed to mean?"

"You know, it rings a sort of bell," said Ron slowly. "I think someone told me a story about a secret chamber at Hogwarts once... might've been Bill..."

"And what on earth's a Squib?" said Harry.

"Well, a Squib is someone who was born into a wizarding family but hadn't got any magic powers. Kind of the opposite of Muggle-born wizards, but Squibs are quite unusual. If mr Filch's trying to learn magic from a Kwikspell course, I reckon he must be a Squib. It would explain a lot. Like why he hates students so much." I explained.

"He's bitter," said Hermione.

A clock chimed somewhere.

"Midnight," said Harry. "We'd better get to bed before Snape comes along and tries to frame us for something else."

"And Y/N, go back to your dorm." Ron smiled at me and embraced me.

"Bye!" They said, but before they all left, Harry stopped and went back to me and patted my head.

"Goodnight princess."

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For a few days, the school could talk of little else but the attack on Mrs Norris. Mr Filch kept it fresh in everyone's minds by pacing the spot where she had been attacked, as though he thought the attacker might come back.

And when Mr Filch wasn't guarding the scene of the crime, he was skulking red-eyed through the corridors, lunging out at unsuspecting students and trying to put them in detention for things like--

"YOU! HUFFLEPUFF KID, DETENTION FOR BREATHING WAY TOO LOUD!" He pointed on a first-year Hufflepuff.

--'breathing loudly' and 'looking happy.'

"He's at it again." Easton shook his head as he walk on my right side.

"Also did you know that youngest Weasley seemed very disturbed by Mrs Norris's fate. Well, according to broken wand Weasley, she was a great cat lover." said Henry, all of us entered the library and spotted a place where we all can rest.

"Hey! No need to call me that!" Ron frowned, he turned towards Ginny "Honestly, you haven't got to know Mrs Norris," Ron told her bracingly. "Also we're much better off without her." Ginny's lip trembled.

"Ronald, don't say that Mrs Norris got hurt and she is a living animal." Been shook his head in disfavour.

"And the attack had also affected Hermione. It was quite usual for Hermione to spend a lot of time reading, but she was now doing almost nothing else." Harry said as he stared at Hermione.

"Where is she?" asked Harry, grabbing the tape measure and unrolling his own homework.

"Somewhere over there," said Ron, pointing along the shelves. "Looking for another book. I think she's trying to read the whole library before Christmas."

"Come to think of it, where's Knight?" Harry asked.

The three Slytherin boys shrug" She's with Linda, Kayden has been looking pale lately also I think Linda is still scolding her after what she said to Mr Filch." said I.

"I feel lonely without her." Ben rested his head to my shoulder "Really?" I asked him. He nodded "Yeah, Kayden is mostly the one who's giving us adventure."

"For example when we hunted-" Henry spoke but Easton stopped him. "--You know that mission is still not over, right?"

"Also, that's like way back in the first year, that man is hard to find." Been sat up properly.

"Who?" I asked.

"A man called Carmichael."

"Was that his name?"

"Yeah."

"Who in a bloody world is that." Ron said, they shrug once again "not sure, but Kayden said she needs to find this person and do business with him." Easton explained.

"Since when did you three have finally address Kayden as her?" I closed my book, very happy that these three idiots have yet managed her on her right gender.

"Uhh... Ever since the last summer."

"How."

"The butler and the head maid told us to call her that and if we don't and if we keep addressing her on her wrong gender. They will kill us." the three of them spoke in unison.

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"Oh, hey, Justin!" I smiled at him but ran away; I watched him run away with blushing face. "How odd."

"Midnight is coming up soon; I should get ready." I whispered as I went back to the dorms.

"Ah! There you are! Y/N, I've been looking for you." I turned around towards the owner of the voice, and it was Draco.

"Huh? Was that a ghost? An invisible ghost? Someone said my name." I pretended I didn't saw him and looked around "Oh well, I have to go back to my room now and sleep." I shrug.

As I walked past him and made should our shoulder bump to each other.

"I'm sorry!"

"I don't need petty little sorry, Malfoy."

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I placed my hood and ran to the forest; I made sure that Kayden is asleep, everyone is asleep, and no one was on sight.

I made sure no prefects saw me especially Percy because I don't want to deal with anything at the moment.

I went to the Whomping Willow; I laid the chest of my violin under the whomping willow. I gently patted the tree and smiled.

First I sat down beside my violin and enjoyed the full moon shining bright, the cold breeze, and peaceful-

But then I heard howling noise.

"They're also here." I chuckled, after some few minutes two wolves jump out from the bush, one big wolf but not so big and a pup. I already know who they are so I decided to take my violin out and started playing. I played a random song (credit to the person playing it and to the movie.)

The werewolf also came out and sat not so far from the two wolves, but something caught my eyes.

A tiger is resting up in the tree watching me playing the violin; then it closes its eyes. Could it be King? But the fur is black... Did King's fur change or something?

As soon as the song ends, the wolves and the werewolf let out a howl. Which means I did a great job.

"How was that?" I asked as I put down my violin back to the crate.

"Bloody brilliant." Wolfgang grinned.

"Amazing!" Amaris applauded.

I chuckled on their reaction "Thank you very much." I spoke on a posh voice and bowed, we all laugh.