Disclaimer: Harry Potter does not belong to me and unfortunately never will :c
"Hey Ron, can you pass me that scarf on the chair?" said Harry.
Ron threw him the scarf with a little too much force and hit Harry straight in the face.
"Thanks mate," said Harry sarcastically.
"My pleasure," said Ron with a chuckle.
It was late November and the weather was getting colder and colder each day. The two 6th year boys left their dormitory to wait in the common room for Hermione. She arrived five minutes later with Ginny who had a disgruntled look on her face.
"What's wrong with you?" asked Ron
"Dean is being a prat," she answered simply.
"Well then maybe you should just break up with him then if he's just causing you to be mad," said Ron.
"Just because we had a little…disagreement doesn't mean I'm going to break up with him Ron." said Ginny with an edge in her voice.
"Ok Ok you two stop bickering," said Harry a little exasperated.
Just then three children came out from the fireplace. There were two boys and one girl, one of the boys was taller than the other and he had less of a round face. He looked like the oldest and had jet black messy hair and brown eyes. The other boy also had jet black messy hair and piercing green eyes. The smallest was the girl with red hair and brown eyes, the same color the oldest boy had. The oldest couldn't be more than seven years old. All three of them looked around with curiosity. The girl started crying very loudly and got the attention from the whole common room. Someone had gone to get McGonagall because she came in from the portrait hole.
"Sh sh sh everything is going to be okay," said McGonagall to the little girl. She then turned to the rest of the common room. "No one here is to leave this room until I return."
She took the kids by the hand and left the common room. Everybody was left with a dumbfounded expression. What had just happened?