"Of all the idiotic, reckless, irresponsible-!"

"Now, now Minerva," Dumbledore said as he tried to get her to calm down, "I'm sure Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley were just looking out for their friend."

"Which is why they should have informed the staff instead of racing out into the forest!"

Harry and Ron were sitting in Dumbledore's office, they had been brought there after they had managed to make their way to the entrance of the Forbidden Forest. Neville had been taken to the infirmary, due to his broken arm, though Harry was sure that he'd promptly be dragged here to get grilled by Professor Mcgonagall.

"It's obvious why they didn't get help," Professor Snape said, "They obviously wanted attention, why else would they suddenly go in to 'rescue' Longbottom."

"That isn't true," Harry said, "We just felt bad for causing Neville to go to the forest, so we decided to go in after him."

"Oh, you felt bad? I suppose then everything's forgiven," Professor Snape said, " We'll just have to let you off with a slap of a wrist then, right Headmaster?"

"You aren't helping matters either Severus." Dumbledore said before he sighed.

"While your intentions were noble Mr. Potter, that doesn't negate the fact that you consciously broke the rules and put yourself in danger," Dumbledore said.

"But Headmaster I-"

"I am aware of your...condition," Dumbeldore continued, "But that does not mean you are invincible, just look at what happened with Ms. Granger all of those months ago."

Harry sighed and looked down at the ground, of course he knew what he was doing was dangerous, and that there was a chance at dying like Hermione. But there was one thing he had kept from the headmaster that had given him even more of a drive to go to the forest. Neville didn't have the same ability he had, which put him at greater risking of getting seriously injured or killed. He honestly wasn't sure of what Neville's ability even was, but he'd been able to figure out Hermione's when they had met on the train.

He'd had a few suspicions as to why she hadn't used it until this very moment, but it probably had to do with-

"Mr. Potter are you daydreaming?" Professor Snape asked, "Should we make your punishment more severe than the one that the Headmaster provided?"

Harry quickly snapped himself out of his thoughts and looked at Dumbledore.

"Um, what did you say?" Harry asked. "I was thinking about something, I'm sorry."

"We've decided that you, Mr. Weasley, and Mr. Longbottom will be having detention for the next few months with Professor Snape," Dumbledore said, "We'll also take off six-hundred points from Gryffindor, and we will be taking you off the team, I think this is a suitable punishment."

Harry winced at the amount of points that had been taken away, along with the privilege to play on the team, he was sure that the rest of Gryffindor wouldn't exactly be pleased with the news. But on the other hand, it was either facing expulsion or losing points, and he'd rather lose points than get expelled and have to go back to his 'normal' life with the Dursley's. Anything was more preferable than having to deal with them longer than he had to.

After getting lectured for another hour, the two of them were finally allowed to return to their dorms, and the two of them climbed onto their respective beds before falling asleep...

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Sleeping in a coffin wasn't as bad as she thought it would have been, in fact it was rather comfortable. It seemed as if her parents had gone all out on expenses and had gotten her a pretty good coffin, as morbid as that sounded. On the other hand, there was the problem of trying to get out of coffin while she was laying down on her back. It was hard for her to find a good way to push the lid open, as it felt as though there was a force that was keeping the coffin closed. There was the very real possibility that she had just been buried, which was an inconvenience seeing as she would most likely get her clothes muddied up. And there was the other problem of having to actually breathe to live, and she found that she was quickly running out of air.

So, she decided to skip formalities and blew the lid off of the coffin. She thought she heard some people heard some people scream in fright, though she didn't really care about that right now. She carefully pulled herself out of the coffin and got to her feet. She stumbled but used the priest who was standing next to the coffin as support. Said priest was looking at her with wide, panicked eyes as she pushed herself away from him and looked out at the crowd of gathered people who were watching her with wide eyes.

She scanned through the crowd to see that her mother and father were sitting in the front row of the church they had used to visit. She waved to them, but for some reason that had frightened them to the point where she could see a small stain forming on her father's dress pants.

"Hey what's with everyone?" She asked as she looked out at the crowd, "You're acting like you've never seen someone crawl out of a coffin before!"

She then turned to the priest who shrunk back in fear as she took a step towards him,

"Mr. Priest I was wondering if you could call this whole funeral thing off," She said as she placed a hand on his shoulder, "I wouldn't want my parents to have to pay too much for my own funeral."

"D-D-D..." The priest couldn't help but stutter as he tried to come up with a coherent answer. She tilted her head,

"What's wrong, you look like you've seen a ghost?"

"The Demon walks among us!" The priest shouted before he pulled a vial of liquid out from his pocket and splashed it on her. For a few seconds she had expected something to happen, but the only thing that changed was that she was annoyed and wet.

"Hey now, that wasn't very nice." She said as the Priest suddenly jerked violently before falling to the floor.

"Oh, I think I put a little too much into that Zap spell, and now he's dead," She said to herself, "Well that's a real shame...I guess."

She turned back to see that people had begun to flee from church as they pushed and shoved each other in order to get away from something.

"Hey you guys should calm down!" She shouted.

A man suddenly became encased in ice and before falling to the ground, shattering into tiny little pieces.

"Oh no, I did it again..." She said to herself as the people began to scream out in terror. She sighed, she'd have to wait until they'd all calmed down so she could explain things to them, she didn't want to make any of their tempers flare too much.

"Whoops." She said as a jet of fire engulfed an elderly man, "I've really got to work on that..."