Keep reading, it's almost done… I think

See part the first for the disclaimers (had to borrow that Internutter, it makes it sound cool J )

Amalthea

Ron was pacing the floor in front of the large window in the Griffindor common room. Hermione was sitting with a scowl on her face, right where the portrait hole opening was. Nobody was allowed to leave the common rooms and they were to stay there until further notice. Hermione had sent the younger students to bed and suggested that the older ones should head back to their dorm rooms wether they slept or not. Now the only ones in the common room were those who had decided that they couldn't sleep and were instead studying, well except Ron that is. He glanced out towards the forbidden forest as he turned around and gasped as he saw a group of people fast approaching the castle, lit up with lumous spells so that they shined like a Christmas tree almost.

"They're back!" He yelled, causing Hermione to abandon her post and rush to the window, peering out onto the scene that was all too similar to that which Ron had seen when they had brought the twins back after the Quidditch game. They walked up to the main doors and into the castle.

"I think that they're in even worse shape than they were after the Quidditch game, and Harry and Malfoy are too," commented Ron as he identified the fourth figure they were carrying. It was a sorry sight, and even from up in the tall tower, they could see blood on their fellows and blood on the ground. It was a sorry sight indeed.

Hermione had to snatch the back of Ron's top before he bolted out and to the main entrance to meet them. Ron lost his footing and pulled Hermione down with him. Those studying scowled at them but said nothing more than shush.

"You know we'll get in trouble if we go out there Ron!" Hermione hissed. "Besides, they're going to be really busy fixing them up and we probably won't get to see them for a few days so cool your jets."

Ron sighed and looked at the carpet dejectedly. He knew she was right and that he would do more harm than good going out but he couldn't help it. He went back to the window and looked out to the east. The sky was turning grey. He stayed there and watched the sun rise before he went to get dressed. It would be a long, agonising day for him and for the rest of the school. And it was a Saturday too. Maybe he would got to the pitch and practice his keeping. It would keep him occupied.

Madam Pomfrey finally took down the emergencies only sign that was up at the entrance to the hospital wing. The dozen house elves that had been helping her trooped back to the kitchens tiredly, their ears drooping. In the wing, Snape was handing each of the teachers a small cup of potion, specially brewed to restore the energy that they all now lacked. He and a few of the others had used a multitude of charms; spells and potions to help Madame Pomfrey with her three horribly injured patients. Snape had brewed so much that he had run out of ingredients. Each was satisfied that there was nothing more they could do for the four students.

Harry, Robin, Erin and Draco had sustained horrific injuries thanks to Voldemort, who had not only whomped them but had sent a multitude of curses and hexes at them while he did it. Each had broken ribs, concussion, multiple bruising and many cuts, some that had required stitches. They had all lost a great deal of blood and fluid. Malfoy had a broken nose again, Erin was sporting a broken leg, Robin had a broken arm and Harry had a broken jaw. They were a sorry sight, covered in bandages and creams. The twins had burning around their necks where the collars had been.

As Madame Pomfrey looked in on them, she was glad that she had dosed them on sleeping potion, not to mention the healing and pain killing potions. They were a sight to behold. She left them and hurried to shoo the teachers out, knowing that they all had things to attend to, the students for one as there had been no student to sleep through the noise last night. Even the Slytherins had been woken in their dungeon. They had to squash the rumours that had already sprung up around the school.

In the darkened room the four students appeared to be sleeping peacefully despite what had happened in the last few hours. But while the surface was calm, it hid a world of pain for the four. Each had been hit and each was on an astral plain of some sort. They floated unharmed in a star filled sky when their world was invaded by a green symbol, the green symbol of the death eaters. Harry watched as the grinning scull and snake both grinned evilly and moved towards them. Harry turned and found himself trapped by a firewall, he couldn't get away from the skull. Neither could the others. He watched as the skull transformed into the horrible form of Voldemort. He looked around for something and found his wand in his hand. The other three all found their wands in their hands and all aimed at Voldemort, firing powerful spells at him. Harry's patronus, the stag that had protected him from the dementors in his third year galloped forward to attack the dark lord's form. The battle began and although the four didn't know it, if they lost, they would all be killed. It was something they didn't even want to think of.