Chp 42: Going Dark

Time: 00:59 am

Location: Bottom of the Main Staircase

Adam was stood pressed into an alcove in the wall under his invisibility cloak. He was just dressed in his running kit as he didn't think Morag was ready to see him in his cursed clown costume.

'You think she's going to show' asked Adam.

'I'm not sure she seemed pretty motivated, but we will see in a minute' replied Calcifer.

'Hhm'.

The clock ticked one, with a faint echoed gong spilling in from another part of the building

'Guess were going alone' said Adam forlornly.

Picking a bulging leather bag up from the ground he flapped its cover up checking he had everything he needed.

'Ready'.

"Adam" whispered a voice.

Adam looked around under his invisibility cloak not sure where or from whom the voice had come from.

"Adam are you -ere" said a distinctly Scottish voice from directly above him.

Adam smiled as he looked up noticing the faintest of atmospheric shimmers as something moved above him.

'Thrones champion how's she doing that'?

Adam uncloaked his head making it look like he was a disembodied floating head.

"Morag down here".

Finite

Morag cancelled her disillusionment charm appearing clearly floating on a broom above Adam, then she looked down.

"Aaaaahh, Adam your body it's gone" exclaimed Morag loudly.

"Sssssshhh not so loud if you don't want to do late night cross country with Snape and Filch".

"Wait what ... sorry, another chase this is so bad Adam we could get detention and then I'd lose my extra revision time".

'What a nerd' said Calcifer jokingly.

'When did you even learn that word'.

'When you learnt it, I'm in your head, stupid'.

'Ah Tower Hamlets that was a great day out wasn't it' said Adam reminiscing happily, he had been able to get some exercise when some fine fellows in head to toe black asked for a kind donation and gave him a free sparing session with knives.

"How were you able to stay invisible above me" asked Adam, cutting her off mid tirade.

"Disillusionment charm, weren't you using it too".

"I have a special method but I don't remember learning that spell this year from what I can remember".

"No we haven't, but the McDougal clan helped developed the charm, so we're taught it before we reach Hogwarts".

"Fair enough, though you've got to show me how to do it at some point".

"Well you'd have to join the family to learn the special method, now will you tell me what we're going to do"? asked Morag smiling.

"Why I'm glad you asked, we ... we have got some investigating to do, I have been wanting to see what's being hidden on the third floor corridor, there's some kind of huge three headed dog -".

"A three headed dog, nooo-h way that's way to dangerous".

"Don't worry about it I've got a plan" said Adam tapping his bag.

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A few minutes later they found themselves stood outside the locked door on the third floor corridor. Adam took the leather pack off one shoulder and placed it on the ground.

"What's in the bag" asked Morag, "The piece of meat you saw me grab earlier and the Pompion potion we made in potions class" replied Adam.

Morag squinted back confused, "What how is that going to help us deal with a three headed dog".

"Thank ... you for asking" said Adam with a mischievous grin, "here's the plan ... one, cover the meat in pompion potion, two feed said meat to the dog, three, wait for its head to turn into a pumpkin. Then here is the genius part whilst it can't see hear or smell us we get past and see what its guarding".

Morag looked at him like he was an idiot. "Adam you're so dumb you're smart".

"Um, than-k you Morag I'll take that as a compliment ... could you pour the potion over the meat" said Adam unwrapping a large portion of what looked looked like beef rump. Morag poured the potion over it, making the meat glisten with a questionable glow. Adam pulled out his wand pointing it at the door as he braced himself for the subtle whispers of the warp.

Alohomora

The lock clicked open loudly; both Adam and Morag held their breaths as Adam slowly but surely nudged the door open to the sleeping form of the three headed dog, its great stinking breaths changing the air currents in the room.

Morag held her breath as Adam, nudged the meat towards the mouth of the dogs central head. Further, further he strained as he pushed it towards the dog, one hand firm on the stone doorframe for a quick getaway.

It's rattling breath suddenly stopped as it picked up the meats scent, its nostril flaring. 

Adam retracted his foot quickly sliding the door shut behind him, both Adam and Morag letting out deep gasping breaths, as the tension evaporated.

Through the door they heard the beast stir. Then the sound of tearing meat, followed by the beast gulping the meat down wholesale.

"Bingo".

Adam let a few minutes pass before swinging open the door to the very serious picture of a three headed dog with pumpkins for heads shuffling around looking confused.

"Arrrhh isn't it so cute, when it can't bite our heads off" said Morag.

Adam looked around confused seeing only bare walls.

"Adam look the floor" said Morag pointing to the floor under one of the dogs great paws which were stomping up and down.

'A trap door'.

"We're just going to have to time it" said Adam taking a tentative step forward, before quickly sidestepping as the dog spun around thrashing wildly within the length of its chain.

Morag followed after Adam sticking close behind him. As the dog spun round again Adam slid under one one of its massive pumpkin heads flipping the trap door up. Stretching back he grabbed Morag by the ankle who had fallen over ducking under it herself, before launching himself down the trap door hole, pulling Morag after him.

"Adam no, wait aaaaaahhhhhh".

"WHOOOO".