Wooot woot chapter 10 lol and Emily if ur reading this…im ahead of youuuu haha jk but yup read it please!

"Yes, but what did it feel like?" Hermione whispered anxiously to Sara. "Were you aware of everything happening, did you feel ticklish and giddy on the inside, was it like you couldn't breathe, did you-"

"I don't know how it felt, alright? It was all blurry, and you're the tenth person to ask me! Please, it's late, Emily and I just want to go to bed!"

"But-" protested Ron.

"BED!" Emily said loudly, which was rare. The two girls grabbed eachother's arms and stormed up to their beds.

"God, will they shut up already? So I'm a Seer, I don't have a disease!" Sara groaned as she brushed her teeth.

"I know," Emily said sympathetically. "It's just that stupid Professor Trelawney, people believe her when she says you're dangerous. But you aren't, of course you aren't!"

"Thanks," Sara sighed, brushing her hair. She never liked to fuss for very long on her hair. Emily, however, was constantly self-conscious of her curls.

"Night!" And with that, the two girls lied down to go to sleep.

Sara heard footsteps quickly coming up the stairs. In the darkness, she could hardly make out the face, but she knew it was Taylor's. She had pale, pale skin, which actually went well with her jet-black hair. Her makeup was caked on, but nonetheless, she was really good-looking.

Sara slowly started to fall asleep, but she noticed a few things, like that Taylor kept rustling for something in her backpack, and instead of crawling into bed, she tip-toed back downstairs. A few minutes later, Sara fell asleep.

Emily, however, had her mind racing. She was thinking about Harry Potter, of course, the gorgeous boy who had a tragic life yet was still polite and friendly to everyone. She would give anything in the world just to be his friend, let alone girlfriend. But she'd barely talked to him, except the occasion where she squealed and pointed to his scar on the train.

All of a sudden, Emily heard a thud from somewhere else in the castle. She jumped up and turned around, but everyone else was still asleep. Her heart pounded, and she pulled the covers up defensively.

Thud. Thud. Scream. Yell. Smash.

What was going on? Emily felt the tears splashing down her face, and it felt like her body was frozen.

"Sara!" she whispered. "Sara, please get up, help! Something's happening!" She shook Sara as hard as she could.

"Wh-" Sara looked up and heard the noises. "Let's go!" Her face suddenly slid into a determined, frightening gaze. She jumped up and pulled Emily behind her. Emily was terrified, and she felt her dinner threatening to come up.

There were Gryffindors in the common room, all standing around frightened. Sara could not believe her eyes.

"ARE YOU GRYFFINDORS OR NOT! LET'S GO!" Everyone stared at her, some girls sobbing hysterically.

Sara and Emily kept running, hearing the thuds and screams louder. Things smashed, and people shouted curses at eachother. The two girls pulled out their wands and found commotion in the Great Hall.

Six very frightening-looking adults were running around, firing curses everywhere. Sara looked desperately around for Dumbledore, but he was nowhere to be seen. Meanwhile, Professors McGonagall, Flitwick, Sprout, and Snape were firing curses right back. Madam Pompfrey was shielding students, and aiming healing curses at those who were fighting back.

A particularly frizzy-haired, large, scary looking women rounded on Sara and Emily.

"Dumbledore won't save you, will he?" she cackled, and drew out her wand.

"Sara! Do something!" Emily cried, tears quickly falling. But as she grasped Sara's arm, it felt frozen and solid. Sara's eyes were blank, and her head lolled onto her side; she was seeing something.

The other student's were mostly down, crying in pain, only a few still fighting. In her fear, she noticed Harry bravely fighting, and beating, one of these strange wizards.

Emily stared at the woman, who was already about to say her spell. Emily's smart mind started to whizz faster, thinking up a game plan. It was like Sara's brave spirit took over her.

Let's do this, she thought determinedly, her wand at the ready.