A/N: No particular characters, mostly based on Harry and Ron at the beginning of the Chamber of Secrets, but with much more detail, and much less of a plot. I do not own anything to do with Harry Potter, all rights remain with J.K. Rowling.
Lightning crackled across the stormy sky evoking sudden bright flashes of light as the vicious tempest raged on. Rain poured down from the heavens like bullets making the mud splash up with such a force as to make it look like a clash of wet mud and water cascading from above. The thunder rolled across the skies, as if the Gods themselves were marching athwart their Kingdom, pounding at the ears drums of all nearby creatures making them scamper for cover for fear of the frightful noises threatening their sense of hearing. Amidst the storm atop of a hill stood a magnificent castle, with dozens of towers and turrets she loomed imposingly above all surrounding her. Hogwarts was glowing with the ancient magic that enveloped her, protecting her, and all inhabitants, with extremely sturdy wards built by some of the most powerful magics in the last thousand years infused into them. Currently housed within her walls were the students and professors of the school gathered within the Great Hall enjoying their welcome back feast after their most recent holiday. The younger students within the halls were trembling, terrified of the current storm, cowering in their seats, occasionally glancing fearfully up at the enchanted ceiling, only to look back down as quick as the lightning they saw flash. Up on the head table the ancient Headmaster glanced above his half-moon spectacles, eyes grazing over the sea of adolescents searching for someone. There was a constant chatter of voices as the first years got acquainted with their house mates after the annual sorting of new pupils, and friends conversed about their recent activities. Outside of the warmth of Hogwarts two contours could just about be seen through the constant cascade of water, bodies drenched to the bone with the wind whipping painfully against them. As the forms haltingly made their way towards the castle one paused to admire the radiating light emanating off of the palace, before trudging up the slope through the rainwater discharge sliding down the hillside. Once the figures had reached the large oak doors, that towered above their frames, they pressed against them with as much force as it could muster, making enough of a gap slide swiftly between the two doors before they banged shut. The colossal slam of the door was, fortunately, drowned out by the constant turbulence of the thunder, so the stranger shuffled into the Entrance Hall and up to the doors of the Great Hall before loudly rapping against the heavy wooden frame...