Flashes from life
Night
Pansy Parkinson
It's beautiful night outside Hogwarts but there is nothing beautiful in You-Know-Who's voice - it's loud and clear and terrifying. Then it quiets down and the suffocating silence spreads over the Great Hall. Pansy sits in the Slytherin table, hides her shaking hands under it and breathes in the silence, doubts and fear.
She is afraid.
She wants to go home, take all her friends with her, save Hogwarts. Pansy doesn't care what will happen to Harry Potter, he is not important, not like Daphne and Blaise and Draco and others. It does not matter to her if Potter must be sacrificed if it means that her loved ones are saved, that Hogwarts won't become a battlefield.
When her glance sweeps over the table (her table), she notices the crying first-years, Daphne reaching to take her little sister's hand, Millicent who is so pale she must be fainting soon. She sees Draco sitting between Vincent and Gregory, odd light shining in his eyes. Theodore and Tracey are holding hands, under the table. Next to her Blaise just keeps looking at Professor McGonagall.
Pansy touches his elbow gently and knows that she will do anything to save these people, because they are everything to her. Mum and Dad are home, they are safe, and how glad they will be when they hear that war is over. Everything will be okay, Hogwarts will stay the way it is, no battle will stain it. Harry Potter will die, but it doesn't matter to anyone.
Pansy stands up and shouts.