Felix clapped Calysta hard on the back, while Regulus was staring at her, jaw dropped, eyes fixated on her.

"A chaser. B-but how...?" Regulus spluttered. "First years never make the team," he whispered.

"We start training in a week," Calysta nodded. "Only don't tell anyone, Wood wants it to be kept a secret."

"But you must be the youngest players in—" 

"A century," Felix interrupted, causing everyone to glance at him. 

The blonde shrugged, his mouth full of steak-and-kidney pie. "What? I just read a lot."

"Yeah, so does Cal, and you don't see her spitting out random facts twenty-four seven," snorted Jeff. "I mean, get a life, mate!"

"He has us to be his life," Regulus added.

"Wait. Imagine what his life was like before he met us. I bet the most interesting thing that happened to him was walking in on Millicent Bulstrode changing," Jeff dragged on, causing Regulus to choke on his pumpkin juice.

"Shut up, Jeffery," Felix said, without looking up from his muggle psychology book.

"Make me," Jeff challenged.

Felix didn't say anything much. He was quiet for a few seconds, before he spoke. "Did you know that excessive talking leads to cancer, heart disease, obesity, diabetes and headaches?"

Jeff had opened his mouth to speak, but closed it foolishly, deciding it was better to stay silent. 

Regulus and Calysta howled with laughter at this.

Fred and George entered the Hall and instantly spotted Calysta and hurried over.

"Well done," George said in a low voice. "Wood's just told us. We're on the team too— Beaters."

"I tell you, we're going to win that Quidditch Cup for sure this year," said Fred. "We haven't won since Charlie left, but this year's team is going to be brilliant. You must be good, Calysta, Wood was almost skipping when he told us."

"Anyway, we've got to go. Lee Jordan reckons he found a new passageway out of Hogwarts."

"Bet it's that one behind the statue of Gregory the Smarmy that we found in our first week. See you."

Fred and George had only just turned their backs when the four first years looked at each other excitedly, all thinking the exact same thing.

Secret passageways!

"Later," Felix whispered lowly, to Calysta, who gave him a thumbs up.

"Tonight?" Jeff mouthed, glancing at Felix and Regulus.

The four exchanged excited looks, unable to stop the wide, dizzying smiles that were plastered across their faces.

Their heads were bent down as they whispered about how they would sneak out of bed and meet up in the common room, when a shadow loomed over them, causing them to break away and look at who was listening in on them.

Calysta found herself staring into the cold, blue eyes of Draco Malfoy, who was flanked by Crabbe and Goyle.

"Having a last meal, Potters? When are you getting on the train back to the muggles?"

Harry, who's been sitting a few seats across from Cal, looked up from his conversation with Ron.

"You're a lot braver now that you're back on the ground with your little friends," Calysta stated coolly. "Wait, did I say little? I meant trolls."

Someone let out a laugh, disguising it as a cough. Calysta turned around, locking eyes with the Avery boy.

"You didn't seem to be this brave when you were up on a broom, Malfoy," Harry noted. 

"Or when I shoved a mouse down your collar," Calysta reminded him. "I'm sure everyone at Hogwarts remembers your screams. You sure did make an interesting first impression."

Meanwhile, Regulus and Jeff were behind Calysta, facing Malfoy, both flailing their arms an imitating his actions with the mouse soundlessly, causing him to scowl.

"Please," Draco scoffed. "I can take you on my own anytime. Tonight, if you want. Wizards duel. Wands only— no contact. What's the matter, never heard of a wizards duel before, I suppose?"

"Of course they have!" interjected Regulus and Ron at the same time.

"I'm Cal's second," Regulus stated.

 "I'm Harry's second," Ron said. "Who's yours?"

Malfoy looked at Crabbe and Goyle, sizing them up.

"Come on, it can't be that difficult to decide between Troll One, or Troll Two, can it?" Calysta rolled her eyes.

"Crabbe," Malfoy declared. "Midnight all right? We'll meet you in the trophy room, that's always unlocked."

When Malfoy had gone, Harry rounded up on Ron. "What's a wizards duel?" he asked. "And what does it mean, that you're my second?"

"Well, a second's there to take over if you die," said Ron casually, getting started at last on his cold pie. Catching the look on Harry's face, he added quickly, "But people only die in proper duels, you know, with real wizards. The most you and Malfoy'll be able to do is send sparks at each other. Neither of you knows enough magic to do any real damage. I bet he expected you to refuse, anyway."

"And what if I wave my wand and nothing happens?" Harry asked, quite worriedly.

"Then throw it away and punch him," replied Ron confidently.

"Cal can take on Malfoy on her own. She knows magic," Jeff spoke. "If she has a dead mouse, even better."

"Yes, but I'm not going to the trophy room tonight," she finally added. "I'm already occupied with something tonight," she explained to Ron's confused expression.

"Excuse me?" Ron interjected, leaning closer to her from his spot diagonally opposite her. "What could possibly be more important that your brother risking his life at his first ever duel?"

Calysta shrugged. "Oh, nothing much, Fred and George just gave us a rather fetching idea..." she trailed off. "Besides, the most you can do anyway is send sparks at each other. I can just give you the mouse Tempest caught last night, and you'll have Malfoy screaming again," she suggested.

"Excuse me."

The six first-years looked to the side, in the direction of the voice.

Calysta wasn't surprised it was Hermione Granger who spoke.

"Can't a person eat in peace?" asked Ron exasperatedly.

"I couldn't help overhearing what you and Malfoy were saying—"

"Bet you could," muttered Calysta, causing her friends to silently giggle.

"— and you mustn't go wandering around the school at night, think of the points you'll lose Gryffindor if you're caught, and you're bound to be. It's really very selfish of you."

"And it really is none of your business," added Calysta.

"Yeah," replied Harry savagely. "Goodbye."

It really wasn't the perfect way to end the day, but Calysta had arranged to meet up with her cousin, Regulus and Felix ten minutes before midnight, right outside the boys' dormitory.

She had waited for Parvati and Lavender to stop whispering at night, and for Kellah to stop writing in that book of hers, until they all fell asleep.

Slowly putting on her dressing gown, she tiptoed outside and into the common room, only to hear voices of someone arguing.

She hid behind the large, red sofa, hoping nobody saw her, as she listened to the arguing voices.

"I can't believe you're going to do this, Harry."

Calysta knew that voice anywhere. She found it to be fairly annoying, to be honest. It was definitely Hermione Granger. Oh why hadn't she checked Hermione's bed before she left the dormitory? This made things hugely complicated.

"You!" said Ron furiously. "Go back to bed!"

"I almost told your brother," Hermione snapped, "Percy — he's a prefect, he'd put a stop to this." Calysta rolled her eyes, unable to believe someone could be so interfering.

"I thought your twin would be more of a rule-breaker, but I was wrong," Hermione continued.

 Calysta's jaw dropped. How dare anyone underestimate her as a goody-two-shoes?

Harry snorted at that. "Please, you never know with Cal," Harry was saying. "She's much smarter than you give her credit for. I bet when you're right here, telling us off, she's busy sneaking away somewhere."

Calysta peeped up at Harry from behind the armchair, warmth filling her. Not only did her brother know her extremely well, but he was also defending her and complimenting her.

"Come on," Harry said to Ron. He pushed open the portrait of the Fat Lady and climbed through the hole. 

But Hermione wouldn't give up so easily. Calysta was getting late. It was nearly midnight. When Hermione was yelling at the boys to come back, Calysta quickly darted up the stairs to the boys' dormitories, and right before she reached the one her friends occupied, she bumped into them.

"Phew," she breathed. "You guys gave me a fright."

"What took you so long?" demanded Jeff, whispering.

Calysta pointed at the Gryffindor portrait hole, where Hermione was still trying to convince Harry and Ron not to meet Malfoy.

"Let's go," Regulus whispered. "Avery's a light sleeper..."

"Don't you care about Gryffindor, do you only care about yourselves, I don't want Slytherin to win the House Cup, and you'll lose all the points I got from Professor McGonagall for knowing about Switching Spells," they could hear Hermione hissing like an angry goose.

"Go away."

The four muffled their laughter, inching towards the portrait hole, ducking down behind the largest armchair.

"All right, but I warned you, you just remember what I said when you're on the train home tomorrow, you're so —"

Then, the portrait hole closed, and the Fat Lady decided to visit another painting, leaving Hermione, Harry and Ron locked outside the Gryffindor common room, while  Calysta, Jeff, Regulus and Felix were locked inside the Gryffindor common room.

"Oh blast!" Felix cursed. "Just our luck."

"I'm telling you, that girl has issues," Jeff was saying.

"Yeah, try sharing a dormitory with her," Calysta scoffed. "She's constantly reminding all of us what to do, and how to do it, and what will happen if we don't do it properly."

"Now what do we do?" Regulus groaned. "This is not fair at all!"

"We can't get out now, no point trying to find that secret passage," muttered Felix. "Let's just go back to bed."

"Are you crazy?" hissed Jeff. "We spent so long trying to sneak out of bed, and trying not to wake Avery, all for nothing?"

"Well..." began Calysta, sitting down on the armchair closest to the fireplace, the dying flames tinting the room a pretty shade of rouge.

"You have an idea," Regulus chipped in.

"Shh, I'm thinking," Calysta murmured, furrowing her brows.

"Maybe if we..."

She was once again interrupted by Regulus, "we prank Peeves again?"

She sent him a short glare. "We're locked in, and Peeves is out."

"Mate, really?" muttered Jeff, playfully swatting the back of the black haired boy's head.

"Hogwarts is ancient, which means that there would be..."

"A dungeon?" asked Regulus.

"SHUT UP!" Felix, Jeff and Calysta demanded at the same time.

"The dungeon is where the potions room is, you ninny," Felix groaned. "Honestly, you're really daft at night." He looked less pale than he was during the day, and his normally grayish eyes looked slightly darker. He was unwrapping one of those red lollipops he liked to eat, and slipped it between his lips.

"Don't call me a ninny, you sissy!"

"Oi, if anyone's the sissy here, it's you," bit back Felix, taking the lollipop out of his mouth to speak.

"Oh it's on, Mr. I-know-everything," Regulus warned, fists balled up.

"As I was saying," Calysta said loudly, clearing her throat, grabbing the attention from the three. "I'm sure it is possible to have secret passages leading out of Gryffindor tower," she finally completed her train of thought. "Maybe the only way out of the Gryffindor tower isn't the portrait hole."

"So what you're basically saying is that we can try finding secret passages out of the Gryffindor tower without actually leaving through the portrait hole?"

"Precisely."

"Actually, I feel like this is a good place to start," responded Regulus. "Do you know why? Because although a passageway leading out of Hogwarts sounds fascinating, how will we access it if we can't leave the common room?"

"Finally something smart came out of his mouth," laughed Jeff.

Felix rolled his eyes. "Okay, let's start checking the common room then," he suggested. "I just need to get something from the dormitory first."

Calysta hummed in response, watching Felix's retreating back as he quietly strode up the stairs.

"Does anyone notice that Felix seems rather different today?" whispered Regulus, sitting down in the seat next to Calysta.

"Different as in how?" asked Jeff.

"I feel it," Calysta murmured. "It's almost like he's more... well, lively."

"Maybe that's just his personality," Jeff piped up. "You know, some people are night owls, they kinda prefer the night over day."

"I guess," murmured Regulus.

Felix came down the stairs, his eyes wide, a sweater slung over his arm. "You'll never believe what I saw!" he gushed.

"What?" asked Jeff and Calysta at the same time.

"Avery," responded Felix. "He's gone!"

"What?" interjected Calysta. "How? Are you sure he's not in the bathroom?"

Felix sent her a short glare. "I checked in the bathroom. He just disappeared."

"He was there when we left him," Regulus added. 

"Exactly. I think he's hiding something.."

The four went up to the boy's dormitory, and Calysta was hesitant to enter. 

"Oh come on, you won't get into trouble.." 

"No one's going to find out, Cal," Felix reassured her.

"Okay," she murmured, before following the boys into their dormitory.

There were five beds, each personalized to the tastes of the owners. 

"Guess who's bed is who's," challenged Jeff, nudging his cousin with his elbow.

Calysta looked around, taking note of the little details. One of the beds had a soccer team poster beside it, and was very messy. 

"That's Jeff's," she noticed.

The bed right next to it on the left was messier than Jeff's, and had an assortment of posters beside it. There was a tie messily thrown on the bedside table.

"Definitely Reggie's," she pointed out, causing said boy to groan.

"The bed next to Reggie's has books, which means it belongs to Felix... and the one beside that belongs to Avery."

She looked at the bed on Jeff's left, which was piled with mounds and mounds of an assortment of clothes, books and other items. "That's the empty bed."

The brunette fought to hide her grimace at the chaotic room. "You guys need to clean this place," she declared.

"Later," replied Jeff, as the torches on the side of the stone walls lit up, illuminating the room with light.

"I wonder where he went," hummed Felix, checking underneath the bed.

"Guys," said Regulus, bending down over the floor, right next to the window, in the far corner of the room.

Jeff, Calysta and Felix turned to face him.

"Look," Regulus said. "The carpet has been moved," he pointed down at the floor.

Sure enough, when the other three looked, the carpet had been moved from underneath the lamp, which was now on the floor, and hastily put back. 

"I don't see any— ah!" Jeff had leaned forward to see what Regulus was pointing at, when he'd taken a step too far, tripping over his own foot.

Felix laughed. "You tripped over your own foot?"

Jeff shook his head. "No, there was a hole in the floor," he explained. "Under the carpet."

Calysta eagerly pulled back the corner of the carpet, exposing a wide hole, and a trapdoor which was already open.

The four exchanged looks with each other.

"I bet that's where Avery is!" speculated Felix.

"Who cares about Avery?" demanded Calysta. "This is it! A secret passageway, right from your dormitory! Isn't this wonderful?"

"What if all the dormitories had one?" asked Regulus. "It wouldn't be a secret anymore. How did Avery know about this passage?"

"Should we ask him?" suggested Jeff, causing the other three to glare at him.

"I don't think all the dormitories have them," Pointed out Calysta. "Otherwise Fred and George Weasley would have found them. I think we got the lucky dormitory.."

"Wait," said Felix suddenly. "Our dormitory is on the fifth floor. And there's a total of nine boys' dorms. The fifth is in the middle, maybe that's why it's got the passage. That way, it's equal distance from the top dorms, and the bottom ones.

"You are a genius!" she grinned, her smile wide. "Now we don't have to meet up in the common room. We can just meet here!"

It didn't take long for all of them to slowly take turns into lowering themselves into the passage.

The passage was dark and rather musty. The air was thick with moisture, and the pitch dark atmosphere surrounded them.

"Lumos," whispered Calysta, the tip of her wand illuminating as light flooded through the corridor. 

She led the way, holding out her wand to light up the path for the others. They followed the narrow, claustrophobic passageway, until Calysta stopped in her tracks. "A junction," she whispered.

The passageway forked into multiple directions, right, left, straight, and one of them was in between the straight one, and the left one.

"How will we find our way back?" whispered Jeff

"Anyone got chalk here?" asked Felix. "We could mark up the walls as we go," he suggested. 

Everybody shook their heads. 

"I've got a pen," Jeff pointed out, taking a strange sort of device from his pocket.

"What the hell is a pen?" asked Regulus, taking the object and examining it carefully. He poked Felix's arm with the tip.

"It's for writing, not poking!" exclaimed Felix, rubbing his arm.

"Don't we have quills for that?" asked Regulus, who'd grown up with wizards.

"Muggles use these things," explained Calysta, picking the pen up and playing with the clicker repeatedly.

"Well, we can just sort of find our way from wherever we reach from today. Next time, we come more prepared," suggested Felix.

"I second that."

When they took the left turning down, they encountered some winding stairs going lower into the castle, took another left turn, down a second corridor, until they reached a dead end.

"Now what do we do?" asked Felix breathlessly. "I'm not climbing those stairs again."

"I'm pretty sure there's a trapdoor somewhere here," muttered Calysta, flashing her lit up wand to the floor. It was just stone.

"Check above us," proposed Jeff, and just as the girl shined her wand's light to the top of the tunnel, a wooden trapdoor came into sight.

"Do you think Avery's up there?" whispered Regulus.

Calysta shook her head. "We took only left turnings. He could have taken a different one. I think we literally discovered a network of passageways that lead almost anywhere in the castle."

"Help me push," the brunette muttered, lifting her hands and beginning to lift up the trapdoor. They boys put their hands in and grunted as they struggled to push up the trapdoor. 

"This darn thing," scowled Jeff.

"It hasn't been used in years," muttered Regulus, trying to force up the trapdoor.

"We need to loosen it up," tried Felix.

Calysta put her wand in between the stone and the wood, trying to loosen the trapdoor from the way it was wedged in so tightly.

"Now try," she murmured. "On the count of three, everyone push as hard as you can."

The four prepared themselves to push, and as Calysta counted, they used all their force to shove the trapdoor upwards. And then, quite suddenly, there were pebbles, dust and sand falling on top of them, and the trapdoor gave way and opened, cool air flooding into the stuffy tunnel.

"Oh, finally!" gasped Jeff. "It was getting stuffy in— mmff.."

Calysta had just clapped her hand over his mouth. "You never know where we are," she whispered into his ear. "Be quiet or we could get caught."

They slowly clambered out of the trapdoor, shutting it below them. It was nearly impossible to tell there was a trapdoor, since they had landed under something.

Felix flashed his wand around. All that surrounded them were wooden walls. The room they landed in was so tiny, it was barely enough to fit the four of them, who were squished tightly against each other.

"Where are we?" asked Regulus, observing the surroundings.

"I think we're in a broom cupboard," mentioned Calysta, her finger pointing at a lone broom that leant against the wall.

They slowly opened the doors to the broom cupboard, Calysta leaving first, checking to see if the coast was clear. Signaling to the others to join her, they leant against the wall quietly, slowly peering around the edges, trying to figure out where they were. 

They were quietly walking down the charms corridor, when they heard deafening clanging and clashing sounds, loud enough to wake the whole castle up.

"RUN!" they heard from a corridor away, followed by a pair of quick footsteps.

The pair of footsteps seemed to be getting closer, and the next thing Calysta knew, was that she was face to face with Harry, Ron, Hermione and Neville.

And then she let out a yelp in shock, staring at Harry, who she had bumped into.

"You?" they both said at the same time. 

"What are you doing here?" demanded Harry.

"I thought you were in bed," said Hermione, glaring at Calysta and the three boys in her company.

Calysta led them into the Charms classroom, which was empty, shutting the door behind her. "I was in bed," she corrected. "Then I heard commotion in the common room, so I woke up."

"That doesn't explain why they're here," Hermione gestured to the boys. 

"Bloody hell, how did you get here if the Fat Lady had left the portrait?" asked Ron.

"We discovered a secret passage," explained Jeff, before Calysta sent him a glare. She didn't want anyone to know where the passageway was. 

Jeff kept silent.

"How'd your duel go?" asked Calysta. "And I thought you were still at the hospital wing," she added, nodding at Neville.

"Malfoy tipped us off to Filch. It was another of his tricks to get us expelled," Ron muttered bitterly. "Neville was outside the common room. He'd forgotten the password."

"I told you so!" That came from Hermione. Everyone glared at her. "We would all be safe in the Gryffindor common room if you hadn't listened to him."

"Yeah, but where's the fun in that?" asked Calysta. 

"What should we do now?" asked Neville. 

"Let's try finding our way back to the Gryffindor common room," sighed Felix. "Filch is probably on the lookout for you guys, and he might discover all of us."

"I agree," Hermione piped in.

"Yeah, we've got potions tomorrow first thing in the morning, and I do not want to be late. I'm pretty sure Snape will have my head otherwise. He hates me as it is," Regulus grumbled.

They left the charms classroom, as quiet as a group of eight eleven years could be. But it wasn't going to be that simple. They hadn't gone more than a dozen paces when a doorknob rattled and something came shooting out of a classroom in front of them.

"Uh oh," Calysta heard Jeff whisper from behind her.

It was Peeves. He gave a delightful squeal as soon as he saw them.

"Shut up, Peeves — please — you'll get us thrown out," Harry tried.

Peeves cackled.

"Wandering around at midnight, Ickle Firsties? Tut, tut, tut. Naughty, naughty, you'll get caughty."

"Peeves, don't you dare," Calysta threatened. "I personally will see to it if you do anything that will get us caught!" She whisper-shouted. 

"Not if you don't give us away, Peeves, please," Hermione begged desperately.

"Should tell Filch, I should," said Peeves in a saintly voice, but his eyes glittered wickedly. "It's for your own good, you know."

"If you know what's good for you, you wouldn't," added Regulus. "Don't forget what we're capable of..."

"Get out of the way," snapped Ron, taking a swipe at Peeves — this was a big mistake.

"STUDENTS OUT OF BED!" Peeves bellowed, "STUDENTS OUT OF BED DOWN THE CHARMS CORRIDOR!" 

That little—, Calysta thought. I am paying him back for this tomorrow.

Ducking under Peeves, they ran for their lives, right to the end of the corridor where they slammed into a door — and it was locked. 

"This is it!" Ron moaned, as they pushed helplessly at the door, "We're done for! This is the end!" 

"Let's find another passage, quickly," whimpered Jeff. "Before we get caught."

They could hear footsteps, Filch running as fast as he could toward Peeves's shouts.

"Oh, move over," Hermione snarled. She grabbed Felix's wand, tapped the lock, and whispered, "Alohomora!"

The lock clicked and the door swung open — they piled through it, shut it quickly, and pressed their ears against it, listening. 

Calysta had never been that grateful for Hermione's presence.

"Thanks," she muttered. 

"Which way did they go, Peeves?" Filch was saying. 

"Quick, tell me." 

"Say 'please.'" 

"Don't mess with me, Peeves, now where did they go?" 

"Shan't say nothing if you don't say please," said Peeves in his annoying singsong voice. 

"All right — please." 

"NOTHING! Ha haaa! Told you I wouldn't say nothing if you didn't say please! Ha ha! Haaaaaa!" 

And they heard the sound of Peeves whooshing away and Filch cursing in rage. 

"He thinks this door is locked," Jeff whispered. 

"I think we'll be okay— get off, Neville!" For Neville had been tugging on the sleeve of Calysta's nightgown for the last minute. "What?"

Calysta turned around — and saw, quite clearly, what. For a moment, she was sure she'd walked into a nightmare — this was too much, on top of everything that had happened so far. They weren't in a room, as she had supposed. 

They were in a corridor. The forbidden corridor on the third floor. And now they knew why it was forbidden. 

They were looking straight into the eyes of a monstrous dog, a dog that filled the whole space between ceiling and floor. It had three heads. Three pairs of rolling, mad eyes; three noses, twitching and quivering in their direction; three drooling mouths, saliva hanging in slippery ropes from yellowish fangs. 

It was standing quite still, all six eyes staring at them, and Calysta knew that the only reason they weren't already dead was that their sudden appearance had taken it by surprise, but it was quickly getting over that, there was no mistaking what those thunderous growls meant. 

Calysta groped for the doorknob — between Filch and death, she'd take Filch. They fell backward — Regulus slammed the door shut, and they ran, they almost flew, back down the corridor. 

Filch must have hurried off to look for them somewhere else, because they didn't see him anywhere, but they hardly cared — all they wanted to do was put as much space as possible between them and that monster. They didn't stop running until they reached the portrait of the Fat Lady on the seventh floor. 

"Where on earth have you all been?" she asked, looking at their nightgowns hanging off their shoulders and their flushed, sweaty faces. 

"Never mind that — pig snout, pig snout," panted Felix, and the portrait swung forward. 

They scrambled into the common room and collapsed, trembling, into armchairs. It was a while before any of them said anything. Neville, indeed, looked as if he'd never speak again. 

"That was close," breathed Jeff. "It's breath really smelled!"

"Really? That's the first thing you noticed?" asked Felix. "Did you see its jaws?"

"What do they think they're doing, keeping a thing like that locked up ina school?" said Ron finally. "If any dog needs exercise, that one does." 

Hermione had got both her breath and her bad temper back again. "You don't use your eyes, any of you, do you?" she snapped. "Didn't you see what it was standing on?" 

"The floor?" Harry suggested. 

"I wasn't looking at its feet, I was too busy with its heads," argued Regulus. "In case you didn't notice, it had three."

"Of course I noticed it's heads," Hermione rolled her eyes. "And no, not the floor. It was standing on a trapdoor. It's obviously guarding something." 

She stood up, glaring at them. "I hope you're pleased with yourselves. We could all have been killed —or worse, expelled. Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to bed." 

"How can being expelled be worse than being killed?" asked Felix, smirking at her words.

Hermione glared at him, retreating to the girls' dormitories.

Ron stared after her, his mouth open. "No, we don't mind," he said. "You'd think we dragged her along, wouldn't you?" He asked Harry, as they both climbed up the stairs to the boys' dorms, followed by Felix, Regulus and Jeff.

But Hermione had given Calysta something else to think about as she climbed back into bed. The dog was guarding something... What had Hagrid said? Gringotts was the safest place in the world for something you wanted to hide — except perhaps Hogwarts. 

It looked as though Calysta had found out where the grubby little package from vault seven hundred and thirteen was. 

Most likely, that's what was nearly stolen at Gringotts on her birthday.

But most of all, there was the repeating question that filled her mind.

But why is it so important?

{ i was nearly about to connect this chapter with the previous one, until i noticed it would then be more than 8000 words, which would be far too long and boring. so i split it. anyway, let me know how you found it. comment, share, vote, and follow. love, jasmine. }