The Second Task

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Katrina's POV

You said you two had already worked out that egg clue!" said Hermione indignantly.

"Keep your voice down!" said Harry crossly. "We just need to - sort of fine-tune it, all right?"

He, Ron, Hermione, and I were sitting at the very back of the Charms class with a table to themselves. We were supposed to be practicing the opposite of the Summoning Charm today - the Banishing Charm. Owing to the potential for nasty accidents when objects kept flying across the room. Professor Flitwick had given us a stack of cushions on which to practice, the theory being that these wouldn't hurt anyone if they went off target. It was a good theory, but it wasn't working very well. Neville's aim was so poor that he kept accidentally sending much heavier things flying across the room - Professor Flitwick, for instance.

"Just forget the egg for a minute, all right?"
Harry hissed as Professor Flitwick went whizzing resignedly past us, landing on top of a large cabinet. "I'm trying to tell you about Snape and Moody..." I rolled my eyes at Harry's latest Snape theory.

"Snape said Moody searched his office as well?" Ron whispered, his eyes alight with interest as he Banished a cushion with a sweep of his wand (it soared into the air and knocked Parvati's hat off). "What...d'you reckon Moody's here to keep an eye on Snape as well as Karkaroff?" Ugh! Snape was not the bad guy! My next pillow was sent flying into the opposite wall with a resounding thud as I let my frustration out.

"Well, I dunno if that's what Dumbledore asked him to do, but he's definitely doing it," said Harry, waving his wand without paying much attention, so that his cushion did an odd sort of belly flop off the desk. "Moody said Dumbledore only lets Snape stay here because he's giving him a second chance or something..."

"What?" said Ron, his eyes widening, his next cushion spinning high into the air, ricocheting off the chandelier, and dropping heavily onto Flitwick's desk. "Harry...maybe Moody thinks Snape put your names in the Goblet of Fire!" I glared at Ron.

"Oh Ron," said Hermione, shaking her head sceptically, "we thought Snape was trying to kill Harry and Katrina before, and it turned out he was saving Harry's life, remember?" I nodded at Hermione's words.

She Banished a cushion and it flew across the room and landed in the box they were all supposed to be aiming at.

"I don't care what Moody says," Hermione went on. "Dumbledore's not stupid. He was right to trust Hagrid and Professor Lupin, even though loads of people wouldn't have given them jobs, so why shouldn't he be right about Snape, even if Snape is a bit -"

"- evil," said Ron promptly. "Come on, Hermione, why are all these Dark wizard catchers searching his office, then?"

"Why has Mr. Crouch been pretending to be ill?" said Hermione, ignoring Ron. "Its a bit funny, isn't it, that he cant manage to come to the Yule Ball, but he can get up here in the middle of the night when he wants to?"

"You just don't like Crouch because of that elf, Winky," said Ron, sending a cushion soaring into the window.

"You just want to think Snape's up to something," said Hermione, sending her cushion zooming neatly into the box. My next pillow landed softly on top of hers as I sent Hermione silent thanks for not rushing to conclusions about my godfather like everyone else did.

"I just want to know what Snape did with his first chance, if he's on his second one," said Harry grimly, and his cushion, to his very great surprise, flew straight across the room and landed neatly on top of mine.

Obedient to Sirius's wish of hearing about anything odd at Hogwarts, Harry and I had sent him a letter by brown owl that night, explaining all about Mr. Crouch breaking into Snape's office, and Moody and Snape's conversation. Then we turned our attention in earnest to the most urgent problem facing us: how to survive underwater for an hour on the twenty-fourth of February.

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