(the picture up front is a reference I drew for Ivypool's human form!)

Ivypool was ANGRY. She swore to herself that she would rip. Harry. Potter. To. SHREDS. Bristlefrost and Mrs. Norris hadn't been the only petrified people so far.

Fernsong, Flipclaw, Thriftear, Justin Finch-Fletchley, Hermione, and Nearly Headless Nick had also been turned to stone.

It was too much for Ivypool. She was now a rage-filled cannon of fury. And she felt that any second, she was going to blow.

So when Hermione was petrified, her face was already a very pale shade of gray.

She was absent-mindedly walking to one of her classes with the other humancats when she overheard Harry say a strange word like "balsk". She turned and saw him and Ron looking at a peice of parchment.

"Psst!" she whispered to her friends. "Come check this out," she said.

"We can't," said Shadepelt. "It's O.W.L. year for us, we need to study harder than ever."

"Okay, you go to class, then," Ivypool muttered. "Squilf, Brambl, come with me."

The two obeyed, although Bramblestar muttered quite a few words about how he was Clan leader.

"Spiders flee before it... it all makes sense!"

"A basilisk?" Bramblestar asked stupidly, causing Harry and Ron to jump and turn around and Squirrelflight and Ivypool to facepalm. "A snake is what's petrified everyone? You've got to be kidding me!"

"A very big snake," Harry corrected, "With deadly eyes and a deadly bite."

McGonagall's voice suddenly blared through the halls, telling them to get to their dormitories. Shuffling filled the halls, and Ivypool, Bramblestar, Squirrelflight, Harry, and Ron peeked around the corner to spy on the staff talking.

"What direction is the wind going?" Ivypool asked.

"Uhh... we're in a castle. There is no wind," said Ron.

"Okay. Make yourselves as low as possible. Only let one eye or ear peek through."

"SHH!" hissed Squirrelflight and Bramblestar.

"Who was the girl taken into the Chamber?" asked Professor Sprout.

McGonagall quivered. "Ginny Weasley."

Ivypool sucked in a breath. Not Ginny!

Ron looked more traumatized than she was.

Harry kept a straight face as the teachers shuffled away. "We need to get to Professor Lockhart. Ron, the girl who died in the bathroom... what if she never left?"

Ron gasped. "Moaning Myrtle!"

"Let's go give Lockhart the information."

The door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom slammed open, revealing Lockhart putting things inside a large suitcase.

"Are you going somewhere?" Ron demanded.

Lockhart looked reluctant, but when Ivypool screamed, "I DEMAND THAT YOU GIVE US THE ANSWER TO OUR QUESTIONS OR ELSE I'LL TELL ALL YOUR SECRETS AND THERE'S NOTHING YOU CAN DO TO STOP ME!" he stumbled.

"Well," he muttered. "Urgent call, unavoidable, no one regrets more than I -"

"What about Ginny, you big bag of fox dung and fleas?" Squirrelflight snarled. Ivypool approved the insult, but now wasn't the time.

"Well, I - No one expects me to do all this stuff, do they?"

"But all your books -" said Harry.

"Books can be misleading!"

"You wrote them!" Ivypool screamed.

"Well -"

"Is there anything you can do?" Bramblestar demanded.

"Well, I am particularly gifted at memory charms," Lockhart mumbled. "Which you'll -"

In a flash, five wands were all pointed at him.

"Don't even think about it," Ivypool snarled viciously.

They directed him to the girls' bathroom, where a ghost with glasses started weeping.

"We came to ask you how you died, Myrtle," Harry said.

Myrtle pretty much told them the basilisk killed her with its eyes. Harry found the secret tunnel by speaking snake.

They shoved Lockhart in. Harry went in. Ron went in. Squirrelflight went in. Bramblestar went in.

And, taking a deep breath, Ivypool went in.