pretty girl diggory- R.Weasley

2:7

"What's going on here? What's going on?" Attracted no doubt by Draco's shout, Filch came shouldering his way through the crowd. Then he saw Mrs. Norris and fell back, clutching his face in horror.

"My cat! My cat! What's happened to Mrs. Norris?" He shrieked.

And his popping eyes fell on Celeste.

"You!" He screeched. "You! You've murdered my cat! You've killed her! I'll kill you! I'll-"

"Argus!"

Dumbledore has arrived on the scene, followed by a number of other teachers. In seconds, he had swept past Harry, Ron, Celeste and Hermione and detached Mrs. Norris from the torch bracket.

"Come with me, Argus," he says to Filch. "You, too, Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, Miss Diggory, Miss Granger."

Lockhart stepped forward eagerly.

"My office is nearest, Headmaster - just upstairs - please feel free -"

"Thank you, Gilderoy." Dumbledore said.

The silent crowd parted to let them pass. Lockhart, looking excited and important, hurried after Dumbledore; so did Professor McGonagall and Snape.

As they entered Lockhart's darkened office there was a flurry of movement across the walls; Harry saw several of the Lockharts in the pictures fishing out of sight, their hair in rollers. The real Lockhart lie the candles on his desk and stood back. Dumbledore lay Mrs. Norris on the polished surface and began to examine her. Harry, Ron, Celeste, and Hermione exchanged tense looks and sank into chairs outside the pool of candlelight, watching.

The tip of Dumbledores long, crooked nose was barely an inche from Mrs. Norris's fur. He was looking at her closely through his half-moon spectacles, his long fingers gently prodding and poking. Professor McGonagall was bent Almost as close, her eyes narrowed. Snape looked behind them, half in shadow, wearing a most peculiar expression: it was as though he was trying hard not to smile. And locker hovering around all of them, making suggestions.

"It was definitely a curse that killed her - probably the Transmogrifan Torture - I've seen it used many times, so unlucky I wasn't there, I know the very countercurse that would have saved her..."

Lockhart's comments were punctuated by Filch's dry, racking sobs. He was slumped in a chair by the desk, unable to look at Mrs. Norris, his face in his hands. Much as she detested Flich, Celeste couldn't help feeling a bit sorry for him, though no nearly as sorry as she felt for herself if Dumbledore believe Filch, she would be expelled for sure.

Dumbledore was now meeting strange words under his breath and tapping Mrs. Norris with his wand but nothing happened. She continued to look as though she had been recently stuffed.

Lockhart continued to talk about his "adventures" while his photos of him nodded in agreement.

At last Dumbledore straightened up.

"She's not dead, Argus." He says softly.

Lockhart stopped abruptly in the middle of counting the number of murders he had prevented.

"Not dead?" Filch choked, looking through his fingers at Mrs. Norris. "But why's she all - all - all stiff and frozen?"

"She has been Petrified." Dumbledore said. ("Ah I thought so!" Lockhart said) "But how, I cannot say...."

"Ask her!" Filch shrieked, turning his blotched and tear stained face to Celeste.

"No second year could have done this." Dumbledore said firmly. "It would take Dark Magic of the most advanced -"