A little inky-dinky one-shot that I wrote months ago, but was just inspired today to post. I think you know why.
Eventually it came time for Professor McGonagall to usher what students that were left back up to their dormitories. Those whose families were at Hogwarts were allowed to stay behind, but the rest of the exhausted students were led to their dormitories.
There didn't seem to be any need for a password at Gryffindor Tower; the Fat Lady let them in at once. The first few students clambered through the portrait hole and stopped in their tracks at the entrance to the common room.
"What's going on?" McGonagall asked impatiently when she noted that the students were not moving. She pushed past the students and climbed into the portrait hole herself. Upon seeing why the students had stopped, she couldn't help but give a little smile.
There were three battered, exhausted former students of hers collapsed in the common room. Hermione Granger had curled up next to Ron Weasley on a couch, and Ron was snoring rather loudly– McGonagall didn't know how the others hadn't woken up yet. Harry Potter had found an armchair, and was sitting in it with his legs hanging off of one of the arms.
McGonagall conjured a few blankets and let them fall onto the sleeping heroes. She had a feeling that this was the first time they'd been able to sleep comfortably in some time, and perhaps the first time they'd slept in a couple of days. She turned back to the shocked-looking students.
"There's nothing to see here, students," she said briskly. "Now, up to your dormitories. Quietly."
McGonagall always seemed kind of motherly to them, at least in my opinion. You know she loved Harry, no matter how many times he got into trouble or annoyed her when he was at Hogwarts. YUP. MCGONAGALL CARES.
Well, guys. It's over. I went to the midnight premiere of Deathly Hallows Part 2 and let me just say that it was mind-blowingly, amazingly, spectacularly fantastic. Coming out of the theater I was on such an adrenaline high, I couldn't shut up and I had to take an hour to calm down after I got home before I could go to sleep, by which time it was about 4 am. [Needless to say, I slept in until noon.] I was crying throughout pretty much the middle third of it, and I teared up at the end. THE EPILOGUE WAS SO PERFECT I WAS IN LOVE.
Soes. This is just a little drabble, really. Fun stuff. :D
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Cheers,
~RAH
EDIT: EFF EFF EFF EFFFFFFFFFF I'm sorry to all of you who read this: "There were four battered, exhausted former students of hers..." That should read three. I don't know why it says four, I thought I'd changed that; I have now. Sorry!