Peeves was right in front of the door so there was no chance they could sneak past him. And then Harry and Ron bumped their heads into each other, and he jumped on the noise like a cat pouncing at a mouse.

"Who's there?" He asked. "I know you're there, whether you're a ghoulie or ghostie or wee student beastie?"

Harry, holding his head, mouthed. "What do we do?" But no one knew. They had all been warned of this pesky poltergeist when they had first arrived, and the quartet did their best to think back to that, what could stop this particular troublemaker?

"I should call Filch," he continued. "If something's creeping about unseen."

What could stop him?

Rosalyn had a sudden idea, but she needed a male voice to pull it off, so she whispered the plan to her brother and did it.

"Peeves," Harry began in a hoarse voice, immitating the Bloody Baron, the only person that could control Peeves. "The Bloody Baron has his own reasons for being invisible."

Ron, Rosalyn and Hermione were looking at each other in incredulity, it was amazing!

"Oh, I'm sorry, your Bloodiness," was what Peeves responded with. "My mistake, my mistake, I didn't see you- of course I didn't, why would I? Forgive old Peevsie and his jokes, sir."

"I have business here tonight, Peeves, I would appreciate it if you stayed away from here."

"I will sir, I promise, I hope your business goes well."

Once he had gone, Rosalyn and the others congratulated Harry on his acting.

"Brilliant!"

"Amazing!"

"How do you know how to do that?"

Once they had finished relieving their first victory, Rosalyn and Hermione said together, "alohomora," to the door which opened immediately.

Once inside, Rosalyn noticed a harp which was playing smoothly, an enchantment had been place on it. Rosalyn was going to take the cloak off but she didn't need to, it was blown off by a fierce wind, which turned out to be-

"Wait a minute," Harry deduced. "It's... snoring."

All three heads of the dog were fast asleep, and Harry said, "Snape. Must be, he put a spell on the harp."

When they moved closer and got hit by more wind, Ron went. "Euh! It's got horrible breath!"

Harry was looking for the trapdoor, and it's paw was on it. "We have to move it's paw! It's covering the trap door!"

It was huge, but between the four of them, they got it to move.

"One, two, three and push!" Rosalyn took charge. They got the massive paw far enough to open the door but one of the heads stirred, Hermione and Rosalyn looked up in fright. The dog could not wake up.

Harry and Ron lifted the trapdoor up to reveal nothing, just darkness. However far it went down, Rosalyn didn't really want to know, but she wanted to save the stone all the same.

"I'll go first, don't follow me unless I give a sign, if something bad happens, get yourselves out..... does it seem a bit quiet?"

Hermione gasped. "The harp, it's stopped playing!"

They weren't aware of the three heads towering over them, until something dripped on Ron, and they realised it was dog saliva, and they looked up. The snarling dog was getting ready to pounce at them.

"JUMP!" Was all Rosalyn yelled behind her. She went first, followed by Harry, then Hermione, then Ron.

She felt herself surrounded by the cool air, suppressed by the darkness. Until she landed. It wasn't sore, it was actually soft, and Ron seemed to feel the same way when he landed.

"Lucky this plant thing's here, really."

Lucky, until it started to wrap itself around them, trapping them and going towards strangling them. Harry and Ron were struggling against it, but Hermione spoke, warning them. "Stop moving! I know what this is, it's devil's snare! You have to relax, if you don't it'll only kill you faster!"

"Kill us faster?" Ron snarled, "oh, now I can relax!"

Hermione smirked at him and, because she was relaxing and not moving, the devil's snare stopped trying to kill her, and she sunk down below the plant. "Hermione!" Rosalyn shouted with the boys.

"Now what are we gonna do?" Ron yelled in despair, struggling, despite being told not to, as hard as he could.

"Just relax!" Came Hermione's voice from below them, wherever she was.

"Hermione, where are you?" Rosalyn shouted.

"Do what I say! Trust me!"

Rosalyn, who had been relaxing against the pull of the plant, started to struggle to breathe, Harry could see, and yelled. "Rosie! Please don't-"

Rosalyn tried to go limp but it didn't work, the snare kept wrapping around her, it was like a snake, twirling itself around her, its prey, and she was going to die, what had she been thinking?

Then she got another important thing to think about. Harry had relaxed enough and fell through the canopy. Ron, who had enough breath, yelled, "Harry!"

She heard Hermione say, "are you okay?" To Harry, who replied hastily. "Fine, but Ron is freaking out and Rosalyn's almost dead!"

"He's not relaxing is he? And Rosalyn-"

She lost track of the conversation as the snare wrapped itself across her mouth and ears. She closed her eyes, trying to his herself from the situation she was in, she had been stupid, eleven year olds couldn't defeat a grown wizard-

She was falling through the canopy, gasping for breath, and she hit the ground hard with a dull thud.

Ron was already getting up and Rosalyn sniggered as he said, "Lucky we didn't panic." She was still breathing deeply, her chest moving up and down rapidly. Harry asked whether she was alright before saying, "lucky Hermione pays attention in herbology," to Ron's dumb comment. Hermione and Harry helped her up and her breathing finally started to calm down.

Suddenly a sound filled the quiet. "What- what- is that?" She was starting to think it sounded like fluttering.

"Sounds like wings," said Harry uncertainly.

Hermione and Rosalyn walked behind the slow jog the boys picked up, and they came to the end of the narrow passageway and to a door. Ron said, "let's get in here," and tried the handle, but it didn't work. He tried it again and again but it was useless, it was only when Hermione and Rosalyn crashed into them. The boys were already up against the door and with the girls as well, and Ron getting the handle right caused the quartet to tumble over each other into the room.

"Well done Ron!" Rosalyn said sarcastically as she stood up off Harry, who she had fell onto.

"Well I didn't know how to open it!" Ron said defensively.

"Shut up guys and look at these!" Harry said to his best friend and his sister.

When she looked up, Rosalyn saw what Harry meant. All around the room, winged.... things were flying around the room. She couldn't call them birds, but Hermione did.

"Curious, I've never seen birds like these."

It came to Harry and Rosalyn at the same time. "They're not birds, they're keys!" They said in unison. "And..."

They trailed off. Keys, Rosalyn thought, if there's keys, there must be...

"... And I bet one of them fits that door," she finished one her own, at the end of the room, there was a large wooden door, and there was a glistening lock to go with it.

Rosalyn was too busy looking at the ceiling, that she bashed into a levitated- broom?

"What's this all about?" Hermione asked as she, Harry and Ron came up beside her.

"I don't know," Rosalyn said truthfully.

But Ron was going for the head on approach, drawing his wand and going straight to the door. He rattled the door and tried Alohomora but it didn't work.

Rosalyn had her hand on the broomstick. "Strange," she murmured to herself.

Harry and Hermione both had a try of the door as well, rattling it, attempting to unlock it, but nothing worked.

"Urgh, what are we going to do? There must be a thousand keys out there." Hermione snarled.

"We're looking for an old fashioned one, probably rusty like the handle," Ron worked out.

Harry spotted it. "There, look, the one with the broken wing!"

Rosalyn looked up at the old key, then down at the broomstick, "Are you alright, Rosalyn?" Ron asked.

"It's too easy."

"Oh go on Rosie! If Snape can get it on that old broomstick then you can! You're one of the two youngest players in a century!"

She nodded, and put her hand on the broom, instantly all the keys flew down and she mounted quickly, kicking off the stone floor and flying into the keys, batting them out the way and looking for the one that would unlock the door.

She flew up and down, following the key she wanted with all the ones she didn't want following her. She suddenly had an idea, yelling. "Get the key!" to Hermione.

When she passed her friends, she batted the key down to Hermione and she caught it, it was amazing teamwork, and the boys both noted that.

But they weren't out of trouble yet, as the unwanted keys chased Rosalyn and Hermione struggled to unlock the door. She fumbled with the key for a bit longer and so did Rosalyn with the winged keys, but, finally, the door got opened and Ron, Hermione and Harry rushed through it, welcoming Rosalyn before it was quickly shut, they could hear all the keys that had been following her smash into the door, sticking to it. Rosalyn sighed. They had survived another challenge, but there were still more to come.