Chapter Thirteen: That Sweet Thing They Call Revenge

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Chapter Thirteen; That Sweet Thing They Call Revenge

It was McGonagall.

In a bathrobe and a hair net.

If it wasn’t so important to stay quite, Riley would have been laughing till she cried. There was just something about McGonagall— scary and respected teacher, walking around in a bathrobe and hair net that made Riley want to crack up. Of course the fact that said teacher had Malfoy by the ear and that he was clearly terrified by her probably had something to do with it too.

Quietly the three first years shrank into the shadows— despite the fact they were wearing an invisibility cloak, just in time for McGonagall to come within their hearing range.

“Detention!” they heard her shout. “And twenty points from Slytherin! Wandering around in the middle of the night, how dare you—”

“You don’t understand, Professor. Harry Potter’s coming— he’s got a dragon!”

“What utter rubbish! How dare you tell such lies! Come on— I shall see Professor Snape about you, Malfoy!”

Through the whole part of the conversation that Harry, Hermione and Riley could hear as the two passed, Riley had paled considerably.

Harry looked at her curiously as they walked up a spiral staircase. “What’s up?” he whispered.

Riley shivered. “We really can’t get caught tonight. McGonagall is in a really bad mood. She’s never been so angry when she’s caught me out at night.”

Harry shrugged. He wasn’t worried; they had the cloak after all.

When they finally got out into the open air, they threw off the cloak and Hermione started to do a little jig.

“Malfoy’s got detention!” she practically sang. “I could sing!”

“Don’t.” Harry advised her, as Riley laughed.

Chuckling about Malfoy’s bad luck, they waited. Ten minutes later, four broomsticks came swooping down out of the darkness.

Charlie’s friends were a cheery lot. They showed Harry and Hermione the harness they’d rigged up to hold Norbert, and chatted enthusiastically with Riley about other dragons they had helped take care of. They all helped buckle Norbert safely into the harness and then shook hands with the three students. Harry, Hermione and Riley all thanked them and then watched as the group took off and Norbert was going… going… gone.

Before they slipped back down the staircase Riley grabbed the cloak and threw it over them. She had a bad feeling they weren’t going to make it back to the dorm unnoticed.

And she was right. Just as they got to the bottom of the staircase, Riley’s infamous clumsiness decided to show itself. Tripping over her own feet, she grabbed hold of the other two and all three went down. As they tried to get back up the cloak slipped off of them and Filch’s face emerged from the darkness.

“Well, well, well…” he whispered. “We are in trouble.”


This was quite possibly the worst night Riley had ever had at Hogwarts. She knew McGonagall had been beyond mad so she didn’t even try to make an excuse. Still McGonagall took fifty points away from each of them thinking the three Gryffindors had set Malfoy up by feeding him false information.

Riley was starting to think that maybe telling McGonagall some flimsy excuse would’ve been better, as her assumption seemed only to make her angrier.

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