The Adventure That Lies Ahead | PJO x HP

CHAPTER 80

The next morning, Isa saw that the word spread throughout Hogwarts with the Gryffindors walking around sluggishly⎼probably from the lack of sleep⎼and Dumbledore issued tighter security which only meant one thing: Her plan failed and Sirius Black escaped.

Professor Flitwick could be seen teaching the front doors to recognize a large picture of Sirius Black. Filch was suddenly bustling up and down the corridors, boarding up everything from tiny cracks in the walls to mouse holes. Sir Cadogan had been fired. His portrait had been taken back to its lonely landing on the seventh floor, and the Fat Lady was back. She had been expertly restored, but was still extremely nervous, and had agreed to return to her job with only one condition that she was given extra protection. A bunch of surly security trolls had been hired to guard her. They paced the corridor in a menacing group, talking in grunts and comparing the size of their clubs from what the Gryffindor trio told her.

Isa noticed that the statue of the one-eyed witch on the third floor remained unguarded and unblocked. It was the passageway Harry used to sneak into Hogsmeade. It led right into Honeydukes. It seemed that Fred and George had been right in thinking that they⎼and now Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Isa⎼were the only ones who knew about the hidden passageway within it.

But Isa knew that Sirius Black knew about it as well. He was Padfoot. He was one of the writers of the Marauder's Map. Call her stupid that she let it be. She didn't touch it or warned anyone. If Sirius Black did in fact use it, they would've heard someone break into the store. And if she remembered correctly, Harry told her there were dementors searching the village of Hogsmeade.

Ron had become an instant celebrity. For the first time in his life, people were paying more attention to him than to Harry, his best mate, and it was clear that Ron was rather enjoying the experience. Though still severely shaken by the night's events, he was happy to tell anyone who asked what had happened, with a wealth of detail.

"... I was asleep, and I heard this ripping noise, and I thought it was in my dream, you know? But then there was this draft. I woke up and one side of the hangings on my bed had been pulled down. I rolled over and I saw him standing over me like a skeleton, with loads of filthy hair holding this great long knife, must've been twelve inches and he looked at me, and I looked at him, and then I yelled, and he scampered."

"Why, though?" Ron added to Harry and Isa as the group of second-year girls who had been listening to his chilling tale departed. Isa rolled her eyes at her year. "Why did he run?"

Harry and Isa had been wondering the same thing. Why had Black, having got the wrong bed, not silenced Ron and proceeded to Harry? Black had proved twelve years ago that he didn't mind murdering innocent people, and this time he had been facing five unarmed boys, four of whom were asleep.

"Because you already made noise," Isa told him without a second thought. "When you screamed you alerted the whole Gryffindor tower. Imagine the whole house against him. He'd have no chance. Sirius Black may have killed all those people, but he had magic. I highly doubt he has a wand on him."

Neville was in total disgrace. Professor McGonagall was so furious with him she had banned him from all future Hogsmeade visits, given him a detention, and forbidden anyone to give him the password into the tower. Poor Neville was forced to wait outside the common room every night for somebody to let him in, while the security trolls leered unpleasantly at him. None of these punishments, however, came close to matching the one his grandmother had in store for him. Two days after Black's break-in, she sent Neville the very worst thing a Hogwarts student could receive over breakfast⎼a Howler.

The school owls swooped into the Great Hall carrying the mail as usual, and Neville choked as a huge barn owl landed in front of him, a scarlet envelope clutched in its beak. Harry and Ron, who were sitting opposite him, recognized the letter as a Howler at once⎼Ron had got one from his mother the year before.