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It was like... wind. Unseen but clear and one knows it was there... or was it? It flew by, and left nothing behind, everything was gone. The details are hard to remember.
You are in Hogwarts and something horrible is happening. The ground... was it shaking? It can't. This is Hogwarts! Something is happening ... something bad. People... wizards... running for the doors... panicking!
"Professor! What is happening?" You call as you run past Prof. McGonagall.
"It doesn't matter! Just go!" She says as she pushes you toward the exit.
You look back for a moment with the sinking feeling that you'll never see her again. There was no other choice... you had to run. It was as if... maybe it was. No. I have only been here for such a short while. It can't just be taken away. You whisper to yourself even if you know it was hopeless. The ground itself said so. The walls said so. Why, even the people in the paintings were running from one to the other. The paintings were panicking! [Now that was plain weird.]
"We have to try! The rules don't matter..."
You notice some upper years grabbing some people and apparating. It was the great Harry Potter and his friends, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley. You couldn't be too sure. Well, at least you're sure it was Ron, Weasley hair, you see. The charm that prevented wizards from apparating in and out of Hogwarts was broken. You know now that this isn't an ordinary situation. Could it be... the Dark Lord?
The exit is so close... too close. Too near to be true. Then you feel... flight. You fly for a moment and land. Thud. The world shatters. Everything just breaks into pieces. Then you see the ruins that used to be... NO! It was not because Hogwarts was destroyed [fine then, partly because of that but- never mind] but because so many people were still in there. Your friends... they were right behind you... or were they? You realize that you still have your wand but you couldn't think of any spells. You try to dig with bare hands.
Everybody must have apparated or ran away in fear.
You finally dig someone out. Someone from the same house: Ravenclaw. This was the housemate who gave you a seat after the Sorting Hat put you in Ravenclaw.
You push yourself into digging some more and find... your friend from Hufflepuff. You can't think of anything to say... no. It can't be... two already?
You dig some more and grab someone's hand. You recognize this creature. It was...
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The End
[well, yeah]
