Harry Potter: S*x Oriented Hogwarts

THE CHAMBER OF SECRETS HAS BEEN OPENED.

ENEMIES OF THE HEIR, BEWARE.

They were all curious as to what it could mean. "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 message, 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 same 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 me, 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.

"Come on, if we hurry we can get out of here!" Ron is seriously panicked at the moment.

"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 came the sound of hundreds of feet climbing the stairs, and the loud, happy talk of well-fed people.

Next moment, 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 immediately, 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?" Came 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!" Came 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.

"Come with me 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 movement 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 some 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 some 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 loomed somewhere 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 times, 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 merely petrified-" said Lucifer.

"Sounds like a confession to me!" 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 moment, "He knows I'm a Squib!"

"I cannot say how she became 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, remember 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 time last year.

All of the Lockhart portraits dove out of the way expecting something dangerous to befall them.

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