I went into the Gryffindor common room, and lied down, thinking about Owl Jam Irking, and who I should ask for information about her. How does someone stop god knows how many people from caring about something? It seemed that the only people worth talking to were the Scorpius's parents, a random Weasley, and Vincenta's Parents, and all were out of the question. Scorpius's parents apparently didn't "approve" of Gryffindors, I wouldn't be caught dead talking to a Weasley, and Vincenta's parents were VINCENTA's parents.

I pretty much gave up at this point, when I heard a crash, and about five or six ear splitting screams. The sum of the noises shook the whole castle.

It came from the class next door. History of Magic.

I was knocked off the couch, and fell towards the wall. I felt inside my pocket for my wand, and took it out. Everyone in the room I was in was too afraid to move. I was too, honestly, but I moved anyway. Someone could be hurt, or killed, and it seemed like if I was to move at any time at all, this would be it.

I crawled towards the classroom, and looked inside. The teacher, Professor Binns, who had probably been teaching since the stone ages, was sprawled out on the floor having a seizure. A group of terrified Hufflepuffs were huddled together in the corner, and Vincenta Goyle was cowering under her desk.

There was a dragon, a big burly dragon, with it's head inside the window. A few desks here and there were set aflame, and the dragon itself was shrieking like a maniac. I tried looking around it's neck for some sort of collar, to check if this dragon belonged to the school or not, but all I could see was an emblem shaped like a lightning bolt on it's chest.

Vincenta was freaking terrified, and turned to me and mouthed "GO AWAY NOW YOU SQUIB". I don't blame her, really, but I knew it was about time for me to stand up and do something. I pointed my wand at the dragon, and tried to remember a spell, an incantation or ANYTHING IN LATIN. I wondered how I could stop a dragon from setting things on fire. Fire is a dragon's main weapon, right? It's main, arms, right? so how could I get rid of that... How do I expel this? How do I... Expel it's arms... Expelli... Expelli... What the hell, I'll give it a shot.

"Expelliarmus!"

A sharp jet of red light headed right towards he face of the dragon. It shrieked with terror, and it pushed itself away from the castle walls. Unfortunately, it's wings were rather tattered, so it was lofty in flight. I checked out the window to get a glimpse of where it was headed, or who might have sent it here, but as soon as I had reached the window, the dragon had disappeared.

"HEY" said Vincenta. I turned to her. "Hello..." I said. I was shaking, and my nose was bleeding, but I was happy to be alive. I saved a whole roomful of people today. Noting she said could ever crumble the torch of a hero that was burning brightly inside me. Vincenta can ridicule me all she wants, I don't care anymore. She can call me a dork, or a squib, or-

"You were awesome back there."