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First Year~Chapter Ten

Harry's POV

Things couldn't have been worse.

Filch took me and Hermione down to Professor McGonagall's study on the first floor, where we sat and waited without saying a word to each other. Hermione was trembling. I couldn't see how we were going to get out of trouble this time.

We were cornered. How could we have been so stupid as to forget the Cloak? There was no reason on earth that Professor McGonagall would accept for us being out of bed and creeping around the school in the dead of night, let alone being up the tallest astronomy tower, which was out-of-bounds except for classes. Add Norbert and the Invisibility Cloak and we might as well be packing our bags already.

Had I thought that things couldn't have been worse? I was wrong. When Professor McGonagall appeared, she was leading Neville.

'Harry!' Neville burst out, the moment he saw the two of us. 'I was trying to find you to warn you, I heard Malfoy saying he was going to catch you, he said you had a drag–'

I shook my head violently to shut Neville up, but Professor McGonagall had seen. She looked more likely to breathe fire than Norbert as she towered over the three of us.

'I would never have believed it of any of you. Mr Filch says you were up the astronomy tower. It's one o'clock in the morning. Explain yourselves.'

It was the first time Hermione had ever failed to answer a teacher's question. She was staring at her slippers, as still as a statue.

'I think I've got a good idea of what's been going on,' said Professor McGonagall. 'It doesn't take a genius to work it out. You fed Draco Malfoy some cock-and-bull story about a dragon, trying to get him out of bed and into trouble. I've already caught him. I suppose you think it's funny that Longbottom here heard the story and believed it, too?'

I caught Neville's eye and tried to tell him without words that this wasn't true, because Neville was looking stunned and hurt. Poor, blundering Neville – I knew what it must have cost him to try and find us in the dark, to warn us.

'I'm disgusted,' said Professor McGonagall. 'Four students out of bed in one night! I've never heard of such a thing before! You, Miss Granger, I thought you had more sense. As for you, Mr Potter, I thought Gryffindor meant more to you than this. All three of you will receive detentions – yes, you too, Mr Longbottom, nothing gives you the right to walk around school at night, especially these days, it's very dangerous – and fifty points will be taken from Gryffindor.'

'Fifty?' I gasped – we would lose the lead, the lead I'd won in the last Quidditch match.

'Fifty points each,' said Professor McGonagall, breathing heavily through her long pointed nose.

'Professor – please –'

'You can't –'

'Don't tell me what I can and can't do, Potter. Now get back to bed, all of you. I've never been more ashamed of Gryffindor students.'

A hundred and fifty points lost. That put Gryffindor in last place. In one night, we'd ruined any chance Gryffindor had had for the House Cup. I felt as though the bottom had dropped out of my stomach. How could we ever make up for this?

I didn't sleep all night. I could hear Neville sobbing into his pillow for what seemed like hours. I couldn't think of anything to say to comfort him. I knew Neville, like myself, was dreading the dawn. What would happen when the rest of Gryffindor found out what we'd done?

At first, Gryffindors passing the giant hour-glasses that recorded the house points next day thought there'd been a mistake. How could they suddenly have a hundred and fifty points fewer than yesterday? And then the story started to spread: Harry Potter, the famous Harry Potter, their hero of two Quidditch matches, had lost them all those points, him and a couple of other stupid first-years.