The dusty air split with a whip-like crack. Where there had been no one, there now stood a figure. His bone white uniform shirt had been turned a shade of deep grey in the far-too-early morning light. Sweat, and dirt stained it as well, and blossoms of crimson clashed with the golden yellow stripes of his loosed neck-tie.
This is where she fell. He thought. A glance over the rubble gave no comfort.
The remains of Ravenclaw tower dwarfed him. Half of the circular tower had miraculously remained intact during its fall. Reaching up from the ground and curving over him as though it were the ribcage of some enormous, long-decayed animal. Moonlight shone through the wrecked windows, illuminating what once was the common room. Arm chairs were strewn across what had become a floor of stony rubble, joined by the shattered wood of the room's communal tables, and bedecked with the torn and bedraggled remains of multiple blue and bronze banners. He wandered through the graveyard-esque ruins.
It's no good. He thought to himself. She fell from the rooftop.
Traversing the wreckage, he came to what had been the roof of the common room. He vaulted through a hole in what should have been solid brick, and came to one of the first year's dormitories. He couldn't tell if it was the boy's or girl's dorm, for the sight that met him, mimicked the scene he had left. Everything was shattered. Pausing for only a brief moment, he shook off the nagging thought.
What if she had been shattered the same way?
The question still loomed at the back of his mind as he dropped heavily into the spiral staircase that led on. There had been no hole to the second year's dorms.
"Lumos." The tip of his wand ignited, lighting the tomb-like passage an eerie blue. Walking as fast as he could, he came to the curve of the sideways staircase. Tossing his bookbag to the next level, and clenching his wand in his teeth, he pulled himself up and over.
By his third time doing this, he ached from the exertion. He was no pixie after all.
Struggling to the next level for the fourth time, he found this section to be dimly lit with natural light. "Nox." He mumbled.
A hole had been knocked in the "ceiling" of the staircase, and led out to a fourth year dorm. His heart almost forgot how to beat as he caught a glimpse of scarlet under the pile of rubble. Her robes.
Fumbling, he extricated a shimmering galleon from under his shirt where he wore it on a chain. Smacking it with his wand, he whispered excitedly.
"Homogenous Lumos..." The galleon began to shine brilliantly, even through his shirt as he stuffed it away, rushing forward to where her galleon had shone through cloth as well.
Only half of her had been buried, and her other half came into view as he moved around the pile of rubble. He half expected to find that she'd been mercilessly crushed to jelly by falling stone, but she hadn't… and, by Merlin, she was still breathing! Forgetting all magic, he began hurriedly flinging stones away down the passage. Trollish as he was, it wasn't long before he had unburied her legs. They didn't look badly crushed, but he knew they would be at the very least, horrendously bruised. He held two fingers to her throat, feeling warm relief overtake his heart as he found her steady pulse. He slipped a hand under her head, careful not to shift her body incase her spine had been broken.
Bringing his wand up, he mumbled, "Enervate." Her eyelids fluttered. Slowly, she blinked awake and looked at him. He dropped his head in a sigh of relief. He brought his eyes up to meet hers, and the deep brown eyes of Cho Chang stared back at him. Taking a moment to process, she spoke, voice feeble and scratchy.
"Sorry… but, who'r you?"