Filch and duel

So me and harry are in the trophy room cleaning all the shelves which are charmed to be self-cleaned. Filch on the other hand is taking pleasure in watching us do all manual labor. Even though some of the trophies were literally sparkling (courtesy of other students) he made sure we rub them at least 10 times before he was satisfied.

Don't even get me started with that Riddle Special Award for Services to the School trophy. I was so close to chucking it out of the window before filch saw me and made sure I was rubbing all the tight corners properly.

Harry on the other hand was so doing just fine. I think all the work at Dusleys made him better cleaner than me. At least filch was satisfied with him after he cleaned a trophy once or twice.

After hours of grueling work (It was just an hour but felt like ages) we finally came out and slowly made our way back to the dorms.

"I am exhausted" I cried feeling my sore muscles.

"Yeah but I got to go back there"

"Where??"

"Trophy room, I had an arranged duel with Draco"

I was stumped.

"How are you going there, you know it's nearly curfew hour" I asked knowing full well he is going there anyway.

"Don't know"

"Exactly" I exclaimed "Let me tag along, I know some shortcuts to get there quicker"

"Are you sure" He asked " It could get you in trouble again"

"Sure it's not a big deal anyway, I could some more workouts to tone my body" I said while flexing my muscles. Some Ravenclaw girls even blushed seeing me.

"Okay and stop doing that"

Soon we are back in the common room and I see Ron sleeping on the couch near the corner of the room.

"Time to get some revenge" I smiled evilly. I raised my wand "Rictusempra" I shouted and put a lot of power into the spell.

Soon Ron was down on the ground laughing crazily. I still hold on to the spell to tot.. Ahem to take revenge.

"Shut it" He barked hoarsely still laughing.

"Oh no Mr. Weasely," I said calmly " It's your punishment to sell out your fellow mates to the professor"

I left him alone after some time and he curled up while glaring at me like I am Voldemort.

"Jack is also coming with us to the duel" Harry told Ron to break the awkward silence in the room.

"Noooo"

"Half-past eleven," Ron muttered at last, "we'd better go."

They pulled on their bathrobes, picked up their wands, and crept across the tower room, down the spiral staircase, and into the Gryffindor common room. A few embers were still glowing in the fireplace, turning all the armchairs into hunched black shadows. They had almost reached the portrait hole when a voice spoke from the chair nearest them, "I can't believe you're going to do this, Harry."

A lamp flickered on. It was Hermione Granger, wearing a pink bathrobe

and a frown.

"You!" said Ron furiously. "Go back to bed!"

"Go and sleep Hermione I will take care of them" I replied while hitting Ron's head for screaming at my sister.

"Hey not cool bro" Ron said while scratching the back of his head.

"But Jack you just got back from detention" She cried still blocking the way.

"Trust me Hermione I will be back with these idiots"

"Okay but don't get in trouble again" She said while going back to her dorm.

'Safe' I thought.

"Come on," I said and pushed open the portrait of the Fat Lady and climbed through the hole.

"There is something in the corner" Ron exclaimed. " I hear someone shuffling".

"Mrs. Norris?" breathed Harry, squinting through the dark.

It wasn't Mrs. Norris. It was Neville. He was curled up on the floor, fast asleep, but jerked suddenly awake as we crept nearer.

"Thank goodness you found me! I've been out here for hours, I don't know the new password to get in to bed."

"Keep your voice down, Neville. The password's 'Pig snout'" Harry told him.

"it won't help you now, the Fat Lady's gone off somewhere."I said while pointing at the empty portrait behind us.

"Oh shit"

"Got your new wand" I asked looking for his wand holster.

"Yeah!" Neville said while taking out the new wand from his holster." cherry and unicorn hair, 10 and a half inch sturdy"

"Great Neville now you can do spells much easier"

"It is much better than my previous wand which turns out was not at all suitable for me" Neville replied.

"Good for you guys but can we get a move on" Ron said "It's getting late"

"Okay, want to tag along Neville" I asked." you can't get in anyway"

"Sure"

We flitted along corridors striped with bars of moonlight from the high windows. At every turn we expected to run into Filch or Mrs. Norris, but we were lucky. We sped up a staircase to the third floor and tiptoed toward the trophy room.

I knew Malfoy and Crabbie weren't coming back but still waited along with them. The crystal trophy cases glimmered where the moonlight reflected us. Cups, shields, plates, and statues winked silver and gold in the darkness. We edged along the walls, keeping our eyes on the doors at either end of the room. Harry even took out his wand in case Malfoy leaped in and started at once. The minutes crept by.

"He's late, maybe he's chickened out," Ron whispered. Then a noise in the next room made us jump. Harry had only just raised his wand when we heard someone speak — and sure enough, it wasn't Malfoy.

"Sniff around, my sweet, they might be lurking in a corner."

It was Filch speaking to Mrs. Norris. Horror-struck, Harry waved madly while I motioned at the others to follow me as quickly as possible. We scurried silently

toward the door, away from Filch's voice. Neville's robes had barely whipped around the corner when we heard Filch enter the trophy room.

"They're in here somewhere," we heard him mutter, "Probably hiding."

We began to creep down a long gallery full of suits of armor. We could hear Filch hot in our trail. Ron suddenly let out a frightened squeak and broke into a run he

tripped and toppled right into a suit of armor.

The clanging and crashing were enough to wake the whole castle.

"RUN!" Harry yelled, and the four of us sprinted down the gallery, not looking back to see whether Filch was following — we swung around the doorpost and galloped down one corridor then another, Harry in the lead, without any idea where we were or where we were going while I just tagged along — we ripped through a tapestry and found themselves in a hidden passageway, hurtled along and came out near Charms classroom, which we knew was miles from the trophy room.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE HERMIONE" I shouted seeing her and peeves nearby.