It was a beautiful Sunday morning at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. No classes, no drama . . . there was nothing to ruin the day. Hermione Granger woke up in her pink four poster bed, smiling out the window and looking at the sunrise. She found that she was the first one to wake up.
She got her slippers on and tip toed out of the dormitory and into the common room where the blazing yellow fire greeted her. Only a few other people were awake and sitting in the common room, yet she didn't see her friends in there. Hermione made herself a cup of tea and continued down to the Great Hall where clusters of students sat eating their early breakfast.
"Hello, Hermione!" Lavender greeted.
Harry and Ron were sitting at Gryffindor by Lavender, who was sitting next to Ron. Hermione replied, "Hello. Have I missed the sausages?"
"No," Ron muttered, literally snogging his porridge, "I've been waiting hours for them."
At the kitchens, Dobby and Winky were preparing the sausages, which were being poured on the skillets. Dobby cried, "I hope Harry Potter loves my sausages, Winky!" Winky didn't respond but started to make the sausages, singing a little song to herself.
A gas pipe suddenly sprung a leak not from the stoves, but Winky and Dobby could not smell it. Winky sang, "Working at Hogwarts, it has so much class, but when I worked for Mr. Crouch, I worked on his-"
"Winky!" Dobby squealed.
"What?" Winky asked. "I was going to say grass, sir!"
Dobby laughed and said, "Well, I better get these sausages heated up!" He lifted his small hand and snapped his fingers. A flickering emerald flame appeared in mid air, and it soon filled the whole room, engulfing everything in its way. The stoves exploded, blowing the walls apart.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione were forced back by the force of the explosion from the other side of the wall. Debris was shot in every direction, some stone hitting students so hard that it took their lives. Ron cried, "Bloody Hell!"
Hermione opened her eyes, realizing she was yards away from her friends on a pile of uncomfortable bricks. There were bloody corpses of students and a bloody corpse of McGonagall, and she screamed in fear. Harry screamed, "Hermione, watch out!"
She looked above her and a chandelier broke apart, plummeting down at her. Hermione pulled out her wand and roared, "Protego!" and the chandelier slid off her shield. She sighed in relief for only a moment, and then screamed at the sight in front of her.
The chandelier drove into Harry, Ron, and Lavender at once and forced them onto a half broken wall. Their milky white eyes stared at her at the wall they were leaning on begun to crumble.
Hermione looked up, not even thinking of protecting herself from the stone wall falling upon her—
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"Hermione, are you alright?" Ron asked, shaking her wrist. Hermione blinked her eyes several times before realizing she was sitting at the Gryffindor table. She began to hyperventilate, yet Ron didn't notice. Ron said, "Where are the sausages? I've been waiting for hours!"
Hermione cried, "There's going to be an explosion, we have to get out of here!"
Lavender replied, "What are you talking about, Hermione?"
"We need to get out!" Hermione screamed, everyone in the Hall looking at her.
Harry replied, "Let's talk, Hermione. Let's go out in the Entrance Hall." Ron and Lavender decided to get up to go out to the Entrance Hall, but Hermione thought of McGonagall and her corpse—
"Professor McGonagall, come quick!" Hermione screamed once she got into the Entrance Hall. McGonagall got up from the Teacher's table and ran into the Entrance Hall with a worried face.
McGonagall asked, "What's wrong, Miss Granger?"
"There's going to be an explosion, right in the Great Hall!" Several other scared students rushed into the Entrance Hall to hear Hermione.
McGonagall replied with a confused expression, "What are you talking about Miss—" Once a small Hufflepuff started running towards the Entrance Hall from the Great Hall, she was engulfed in fire and rock. The Great Hall had exploded, everything crumbling and being lit on fire. McGonagall screamed, "Dear God!"
Harry whispered, "You were right Hermione. But…how?"
Hermione looked at Harry and sobbed, "I-I…saw it happen!" They all looked at the tragedy that was happening before their very eyes.