Chapter 4
"All students fifth year and above to the entrance hall. Fourth year and below please go to your house dormitories quickly and calmly."
"Why go to the entrance hall?" asked a hissing voice that filled the great hall, "I like it right here."
Men in masks and hoods appeared in the doorway. Even as they were entering, teachers and older students were firing everything possible at them. McGonagall managed to turn a Death Eater or two into piglets. Bolts of green lightning took chunks out of walls and tables. I dodged three bolts thrown straight at me. I turned to see one of these masked marauders right behind me.
"Traitor. John Potter I will kill you. Avada-" I decked the Death Eater right in the side of the head. He was out cold. I looked over and saw Severus using stunning spells on the swarm of Death Eaters after him. I ran over to give him a hand.
"I don't need your help," he said to me, "Leave me be!"
"Not on your life," I replied all the while firing stunners the other way. Without warning, Severus barreled through the crowd of Death Eaters and went toward Dumbledore and McGonagall.
Great! He left me to do this myself. I tried to go through the crowd as well. When I couldn't get through I used more drastic measures.
"Rigoro Mortis," I sent a beam of light toward the Death Eaters in front of me. They fell over frozen stiff. I ran across their bodies not caring where I stepped and went over to the Slytherin table.
A table that had shattered had knocked out a group of younger children that had been hiding out under the table. I was soon joined by a few other teachers. Including Thomas. We fired stunners at the Death Eaters that were coming toward us. Most of the death eaters were down and I looked over at the Gryffindor table. Harry was hunched behind a small piece of a table firing stunners with the other older students. Then, suddenly, a small boy who looked too young to be at Hogwarts was standing up trying to se what was going on. A green bolt of lightning hit him in the chest. He was dead before he hit the ground.
"DENNIS!" screamed another boy who also looked younger then he must be, "DENNIS NO DENNIS!" The boy who was screaming flung himself on the Death Eater that had killed Dennis. He pounded, kicked and scratched but he wasn't affecting the grown wizard. Just before the Death Eater was about to cast a spell on the boy, Harry hit him with a stunner.
I ran over to the boy and pulled him off the Death Eater's unconscious body.
"Get behind those students," I said, "This won't do Dennis any good."
A cheer rang out from the students and teachers. The Death Eaters were retreating. The fallen bodies and piglets disappeared from the room and the Death Eaters ran for their lives.
The boy who had attacked the Death Eater was hunched over Dennis's dead body. He was crying. I could see his tears soaking the dead body's robes.
I ran. I lost all my sense and just ran. I blew past Severus and Dumbledore and ran toward my quarters. I ran through the hidden passages and walls not caring what I was doing. All I wanted was to be as far away from there as possible. I had witnessed and caused so much hurt already, and now it was starting all over again with no way for me to stop it.
I reached my quarters and stopped. I walked inside slowly, shaking the whole time and walked over to my bathroom. I looked in the mirror and saw my face. I was a wreck. My robes were ripped and my face was covered in tears. I had to calm down. I took a few deep breaths and began to walk toward the entrance to my room. I walked out and bumped into Severus.
"Where were you?" he screamed at me, "Disappearing after an attack like this will not look-"
"Severus," said Dumbledore approaching quickly, "leave him alone, he hasn't done anything."
"But sir! This man has-"
"Do you have hearing problems Severus? I said he has done nothing wrong."
I gave Dumbledore a queer look. It was him that had told Severus to watch me. Wasn't it?
Dumbledore turned heel and walked away. Severus who was absolutely enraged walked in the other direction. I stood there, confused as I had ever been.
I decided that there was no point to standing there and waked into my room. Dumbledore's words surrounded me with a cloud of confusion as I undressed and got ready to go to bed. I lay down and thought onward.
If he did trust me, then why did he have Severus on me like a bloodhound after a dangerous criminal? I guess Dumbledore did have a bit more sense than Severus did. After all, I had done some good things.
I closed my eyes and rifted off to sleep. The swirling cloud in my vision began to fade and revealed a picture, like a muggle movie, playing before my eyes. I couldn't move.
"Run," says James's voice.
