Harry sat at one of the tables in his dorm, trying desperately to finish the 10 page paper on The Meanings of the Stars for his Divination class, immensely regretting his procrastination. As he finished the last paragraph, he heard a faint series of "pops" from the girls dormitory, followed by high-pitched screams. Many looked up, unsure of what was happening. Girls started tumbling down the stairs, rushing to escape from... something. Harry jumped up from his seat, straining to see what was going on.
"FIRE!" someone screamed. The sharp smell of smoke hit him seconds later. The prefects rushed to open the door, trying desperately to evacuate students in an orderly manner (and not succeeding). Harry could think of only one thing as he scanned the heads for a person with bright red hair, becoming more frantic with every passing second he could not find them.
"HELP ME!" he heard someone scream from upstairs. He rushed to the stairs, but when he attempted to climb up, the stairs turned into a slide. The spell keeping boys from entering the girls dormitory, to his dismay, was doing its job perfectly. He spun around, needing to find a way to help the girl upstairs. He reached out and grabbed the arm of the closest female he saw. The girl was yanked to a halt, and she whirled her head around to find who had grabbed her arm. She recognized him instantly, but, of course, who didn't know "The-Boy-Who-Lived"?
"Harry, what are you doing? We need to get out of here!" she sputtered.
"There's someone trapped up there, and I can't go up the stairs because of that bloody spell!" he shouted above the noise.
The girls brow furrowed. "Cover me," she yelled back, and ran up the stairs. When she reached the top step, the heat from the flames hit her like a wall. She stumbled back, but regained her balance and charged forward. She drew her wand from the protective folds of her robe. Pointing it at the highest flame, she shouted, "Aguamenti!". The water hit the flames with a hiss, most of it evaporating on contact. It barely made a dent in the huge flames. She lowered her wand, knowing she wouldn't be able to put out very much of the fire before it would consume her as well. She was quickly running out of oxygen."Is anyone here?" she called out. She coughed, her lungs already aching from the inhaled smoke. She heard a muffled groan from one of the beds. Stepping forward, she called out again, "Where are you?" She ducked as a beam from one of the beds fell. It would have hit her had she not dodged to the side.
"I'm over here!" a weak voice called. The girl stumbled forward, and tripped over an unidentifiable object. She fell, barely catching herself on one of the mattresses. She squinted in the smoke, and spotted movement about 6 feet to her right. She rushed toward the figure, raising her arms above her head, trying to protect her head and face from the searing heat. When she reached the crouched figure, she knelt, and reached out to grab the girl's hand protruding from a mass of blankets. Part of the blanket slipped off the second girl's head, and her identity became known. It was Ginny Weasley.
I'm not sure if I will write a second chapter to this or not. :/ I had the idea in a burst of inspiration, but there are other stories I want to write and add too that I've been procrastinating on. If you would like to read more, please let me know, otherwise I'll probably just leave this as it is.