Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or else, I wouln't be writing here...
A/N: SO...this is my first fanfic in english, if you notice any mistakes, please be kind and point them out to me so I can improve the story, you see I'm not a native english speaker so I would appreciate your help. This is a little H/Hr fic, I promise to update soon, hope you like it :)
She was hiding in a corner, crying. No one had noticed that she had left, which made her even sadder, so she cried a little harder. As the sobs wracked her body, she didn't notice the shadow that was slowly aproaching. There was something unnerving about this shadow, the air around it was crisp and cold, so as it got closer and closer to her, she finally realized something was wrong. Alas, it was too late. It engulfed her completely, suffocating her, and just before she lost consciousness, a fleeting thought crossed her mind:
"Harry"
A piercing scream cut through the air. Everyone froze. They had been celebrating their victory, all the pain and suffer they had been through had finally turned into hapiness and joy. They were all exhausted, but that hadn't stopped them from partying. And that's when they heard it. Almost inmediately, a young man shot up from the couch he had been sitting on and got out through the portrait hole. He started runnig through the hallways, screaming her name so loud his voice echoed all around the castle.
He had seen her leaving the common room in a haste, and although he had wanted to run after her, he had refrained. She needed some time alone, she needed some time to cope. She wasn't like everyone else who could just drown their sorrows in alcohol, she needed to organize her thoughts and gather her bearings. And she needed to cry, to let everything out of her system. But as soon as he saw her leave, he had a sinking feeling in his stomach. He felt that something bad would happen, and he let her go anyway.
He silently scolded himself for not listening to his gut while searching frantically in every single corner. And that's when he heard the second scream, which was even worse than the first. It was more anguished, like the person who emitted it was in pain, a lot of pain. And worse yet, as soon as the sound entered his ears, he recognized the voice. It was her voice.
It came from above, so he went for the stairs. He hadn't gone up two floors, when he heard it again, and again. That awful sound pierced through his skull, straight to his mind. He started running blindly, following his gut and the sound. He then realized the screams where coming from the astronomy tower. That dreadful astronomy tower where his wise role model had died almost two years ago.
When he arrived, everything was pitch black. The moon was covered by some very dark clouds. The wind was chill and made him shiver. And there was that sinking feeling in his stomach again. The screams had stopped when he stepped inside, and now the silence embraced him. He was suddenly overcome by a sense of incredible despair, and when he thought he couldn't bare any more of it, everything changed.
The bitter cold air suddenly turned breezy and light once more, the silence gave way to soft moans coming from the corner across him. But the worst came when the clouds disappeared and the moon rays flooded the room, causing it to light up.
He saw red. Everywhere he looked, there was red. Red staining the walls. Red leaking across the floor. Red covering the sprawled body that was leaning against the corner. He went over and kneeled next to the body. It was her, it was definitely her. Her hair was matted red, trying to imitate her best friend's. Her cloathes were soaked with that thick liquid, running freely across her body until it pooled underneath her.
And he saw red again, but this time it wasn't because of the blood. He could feel his own blood boiling in his veins. How could anyone even dare to attack her? And in the middle of the night, no less. "Those bloody cowards", he thought. Whoever had commited such an atrocity would pay, he would make sure of it.
