A/N Hmmm.. I haven't written anything in ages so here is a small dramtic
offering. Its not very good, but I did it in about an hour thanks bob
The flame of a candle flickered on the windowsill of Harry's dormitory as he sat and stared at nothing in particular, glasses off he couldn't have seen anything even if he'd wanted to. Moonlight fell on his face and shined on his scar, which had been burning a deep red for hours. Earlier he'd watched from a safe place upon the grounds as Dumbledore had widened a hole in the defences around the school before he and the offer wizards had disapparated away into the night. All dressed up in a mixture of black and red, a set of robes for every member of the force had been created at the end of the council and every person going had lifted their wand in chorus of the general chorus. He could only assume that his Scar was burning because Voldemort was using his power to tear into his friends, Harry felt uncomfortable and couldn't concentrate, let alone sleep. His eyes stung, so he'd taken off the glasses and his arm was sore where he bore the scar from Wormtail's dagger. A bright oval reflection of the crescent moon flickered on the lake and looked disturbingly alive to Harry. Something caught his attention from the left and Harry stuck his head out of the window to see it better, it was approaching fast and Harry snatched his glasses to see it better. It flicked past at waist level and Harry caught it instinctively, the grey blur refused to stay still and struggled to escape from Harry's grasp. Harry nearly fell out of the window but caught himself before he did. "Easy.. easy.." Harry cooed at the thing he assumed was alive. Eventually it began to calm down and Harry opened his hand. Thankfully he hadn't damaged the poor thing, he'd read in his book about quidditch that the original snitches were small birds, but that they were replaced by the balls when the populations of the birds began to fall. It was Pig, Ron's bird. "What are you doing out at this time of night?" Harry asked the bird, before remembering that the owl couldn't talk back, and feeling just a little foolish. Wherever Pig had been, Harry could see, he'd not been feeding; the poor ball of feathers was just that, Skinny and light. Harry was concerned and carried pig over to his bed, where he balanced him on top of the blanket. Pigwidgeon hopped up and down on the bed and paced to and fro, Harry dug in his trunk and pulled out a packet of snacks. "I was saving these for Hedwig, but you look like you need them more." Pig chirped in reply. "That's what I thought," said Harry feeding the tiny owl mouse shaped treats. Pig finished eating the handful of treats Harry had offered him and leapt back into the air. He bounced around the room in his normal ballistic manner. Harry had to use his Seeker skills once more to catch the bird just before it hit Seamus in the head. "Back to the Owlery with you." Harry said, yanking on his invisibility cloak. He opened the Dormitory door and worked his way down the stairs. Ron and Hermione were asleep on the coach in front of the fire. Harry crept quietly past them and exited out of the portrait hole. The only teachers in the school were Snape, Mcgonnagall, Hagrid and Sprout. But apart from Harry, Hermione and Ron, no one else knew that the school was nearly empty of authority figures. Filch was still about and Harry was very aware of this as he carried Ron's tiny bird back to it's cage. Which was suprisingly difficult. The tiny bird seemed determined to get Harry caught, every once in a while it would chirp or escape from Harry's grasp. Luckily for Harry he didn't bump into a patrolling Filch or his cat. It suddenly dawned on Harry as he approached the tower that he was carrying a nocturnal animal back to its cage because it had been out at night. For the second time that evening he felt particularly stupid. "What AM I doing?" He asked the bird in an irritated manner, somewhere down the corridor a suit of armour clinked. Harry leapt around expecting to see Filch or Snape bearing down on him, Invisibility cloak or no. However all he saw was a disappearing shade of a ghost going through a wall. Harry breathed a sigh of relief and continued up the stairs. At least he could release Pig back into the Owlery with all of the other birds, if he wanted to take off again, it was up to him. "He came this way Professor," Harry turned around, this time it was Filch and Snape. "Good man, Argus." Snape called to Filch "He's drawn the line this time, definetly. That poltergeist will have to go, those dragon livers were very expensive and difficult to get." "I've been telling the Headmaster, the same thing for years. Peeves is a menace and a tarnish on his school." Harry had been opening the door to the staircase leading up to the Owlery when they'd come round the corner and the door was moving in a breeze whistling down from above. Further more it was banging against Harry, and his elbow. Surely he was about to be caught, with all the close calls over the past few years he thought he could always get away with moving around the castle at night. Pig pecked down hard at Harry's hand. Harry swore inside his own mind at the pain and choked back a cry of anguish; he also let go of Pig - who fluttered around inside the cloak. Snape and Filch turned on the noise immediately. "Who's there?" Snape demanded, "I don't see anyone" said Filch. "Of course not man, its that damn Potter and his invisibility cloak. Well he won't get away from me this time, he has to come through us to get out, that staircase only goes up to the owlery and there's no way down from up there." Harry had already gone, Pig flew out of the bottom of his cloak and bounced his way up the staircase. Behind Harry held desperately onto the cloak to prevent it from slipping as he bombed his way up behind the frantic bird.
He burst into the Owlery and disturbed a few of the older birds that slept during the night as well as the day, and looked around for some method of escape. His mind exploded with thoughts, some extreme plans that were immediately discarded (How could Hedwig possibly support that much weight?) and a few curses directed towards Pig. Suddenly Harry noticed a ladder leading up to one of the windows. Probably left there by some House elf in a rush. He could hear Filch and Snape catching him up from behind, they weren't moving quickly, they knew where he'd gone. His flight up the stairs hadn't been quiet. Harry darted up the ladder, two rungs at a time. It rocked beneath him as he climbed but this didn't stop Harry. He reached the top of the ladder at the same time as his pursuers entered the room. Professor Snape lifted his wand into the air and cast the spell Lumos filling the room with an incandescent glow focused on the end of his wand. From his unusual perch, Harry could feel the wind on his back blowing him, back and forth. He held onto the edge of the window with one hand and looked down as below him Snape and Filch searched, arms outstretched. Below him Harry could see that the room had been disturbed in a big way. He often came up here to visit Hedwig and normally there was the normal scattering of feathers and bones. But this was a mess, there were shattered cages everywhere and most of the birds had gone somewhere. "Somebody's been up here too professor." Said Filch. "I can see that, Argus" Filch replied as he bent down and picked up a scorched piece of paper. "I wonder.." Snape muttered, and pocketed the scrap of paper. Suddenly Hedwig flew in front of Harry's face and tried to drop post in his lap. Harry leapt backwards. onto nothing. He panicked instantly, and Harry grabbed for the window as it went past. The post went fluttering down, as did the cloak. Harry's Left arm really, really hurt now, the scar there was a deep red. Somewhere out over the lake the first glimmers of early morning light crept over the horizon. "I can't find him anywhere professor, unless he's gone out that window and I'm not climbing that rickety old ladder if he's gone up there." Said Filch. "Fine we'll give up on him for this evening. I have other matters to think about." Harry waited a while before he let out an almighty scream of pain. He tried to pull up but his arms refused to budge. In fact the scar on his left arm was burning intensly, he let it go limp and hang from one arm. His left arm swung low and hit his robes, where it contacted with something hard. Harry gasped with pain, but realised he had his wand with him. He concentrated real hard and lifted the wand away from the tower, his feet scrabbling for a foot hold. "Accio Firebolt" he screamed, and then he dropped the wand. He looked down and then back up with the tower, he reached up for the ledge again, but heard the familiar rushing of air. He turned and grabbed his broom out of the air, letting go of the tower as he did so. The ground rushed to meet him, but Harry was ready for it. He mounted his wand and pulled off an excellent reproduction of the Wronski Feint. Bringing the broom back up to about tree top level. His head was pounding about as much as his arm now. It was that same familiar pain, somewhere Voldemort was hurting somebody, or at least feeling particularly evil. Harry brought his hand up to his head and felt his scar. He used the other hand to turn the broom back towards the tower so he could collect his stuff. Behind him the sun peaked over the horizon and lit up the tower in front of him. It was spectacular watching a sunrise over the castle. The Lake reflected the sunlight and sparkled like crystal. The dark forest suddenly went from very menacing to merely threatening. Individual sun beams picked out each detail of the castle, gleaming windows and sparkling turrets. The cobblestones on the driveway reflected a different colour of the spectrum and the flag flying high over the castle looked fantastic. An observer on this particular morning, if he'd been looking at a rather dull corner of the castle and not at the splendid radiance all around him would also have seen Harry potter crash his broom into the wall of one of the taller towers.
The flame of a candle flickered on the windowsill of Harry's dormitory as he sat and stared at nothing in particular, glasses off he couldn't have seen anything even if he'd wanted to. Moonlight fell on his face and shined on his scar, which had been burning a deep red for hours. Earlier he'd watched from a safe place upon the grounds as Dumbledore had widened a hole in the defences around the school before he and the offer wizards had disapparated away into the night. All dressed up in a mixture of black and red, a set of robes for every member of the force had been created at the end of the council and every person going had lifted their wand in chorus of the general chorus. He could only assume that his Scar was burning because Voldemort was using his power to tear into his friends, Harry felt uncomfortable and couldn't concentrate, let alone sleep. His eyes stung, so he'd taken off the glasses and his arm was sore where he bore the scar from Wormtail's dagger. A bright oval reflection of the crescent moon flickered on the lake and looked disturbingly alive to Harry. Something caught his attention from the left and Harry stuck his head out of the window to see it better, it was approaching fast and Harry snatched his glasses to see it better. It flicked past at waist level and Harry caught it instinctively, the grey blur refused to stay still and struggled to escape from Harry's grasp. Harry nearly fell out of the window but caught himself before he did. "Easy.. easy.." Harry cooed at the thing he assumed was alive. Eventually it began to calm down and Harry opened his hand. Thankfully he hadn't damaged the poor thing, he'd read in his book about quidditch that the original snitches were small birds, but that they were replaced by the balls when the populations of the birds began to fall. It was Pig, Ron's bird. "What are you doing out at this time of night?" Harry asked the bird, before remembering that the owl couldn't talk back, and feeling just a little foolish. Wherever Pig had been, Harry could see, he'd not been feeding; the poor ball of feathers was just that, Skinny and light. Harry was concerned and carried pig over to his bed, where he balanced him on top of the blanket. Pigwidgeon hopped up and down on the bed and paced to and fro, Harry dug in his trunk and pulled out a packet of snacks. "I was saving these for Hedwig, but you look like you need them more." Pig chirped in reply. "That's what I thought," said Harry feeding the tiny owl mouse shaped treats. Pig finished eating the handful of treats Harry had offered him and leapt back into the air. He bounced around the room in his normal ballistic manner. Harry had to use his Seeker skills once more to catch the bird just before it hit Seamus in the head. "Back to the Owlery with you." Harry said, yanking on his invisibility cloak. He opened the Dormitory door and worked his way down the stairs. Ron and Hermione were asleep on the coach in front of the fire. Harry crept quietly past them and exited out of the portrait hole. The only teachers in the school were Snape, Mcgonnagall, Hagrid and Sprout. But apart from Harry, Hermione and Ron, no one else knew that the school was nearly empty of authority figures. Filch was still about and Harry was very aware of this as he carried Ron's tiny bird back to it's cage. Which was suprisingly difficult. The tiny bird seemed determined to get Harry caught, every once in a while it would chirp or escape from Harry's grasp. Luckily for Harry he didn't bump into a patrolling Filch or his cat. It suddenly dawned on Harry as he approached the tower that he was carrying a nocturnal animal back to its cage because it had been out at night. For the second time that evening he felt particularly stupid. "What AM I doing?" He asked the bird in an irritated manner, somewhere down the corridor a suit of armour clinked. Harry leapt around expecting to see Filch or Snape bearing down on him, Invisibility cloak or no. However all he saw was a disappearing shade of a ghost going through a wall. Harry breathed a sigh of relief and continued up the stairs. At least he could release Pig back into the Owlery with all of the other birds, if he wanted to take off again, it was up to him. "He came this way Professor," Harry turned around, this time it was Filch and Snape. "Good man, Argus." Snape called to Filch "He's drawn the line this time, definetly. That poltergeist will have to go, those dragon livers were very expensive and difficult to get." "I've been telling the Headmaster, the same thing for years. Peeves is a menace and a tarnish on his school." Harry had been opening the door to the staircase leading up to the Owlery when they'd come round the corner and the door was moving in a breeze whistling down from above. Further more it was banging against Harry, and his elbow. Surely he was about to be caught, with all the close calls over the past few years he thought he could always get away with moving around the castle at night. Pig pecked down hard at Harry's hand. Harry swore inside his own mind at the pain and choked back a cry of anguish; he also let go of Pig - who fluttered around inside the cloak. Snape and Filch turned on the noise immediately. "Who's there?" Snape demanded, "I don't see anyone" said Filch. "Of course not man, its that damn Potter and his invisibility cloak. Well he won't get away from me this time, he has to come through us to get out, that staircase only goes up to the owlery and there's no way down from up there." Harry had already gone, Pig flew out of the bottom of his cloak and bounced his way up the staircase. Behind Harry held desperately onto the cloak to prevent it from slipping as he bombed his way up behind the frantic bird.
He burst into the Owlery and disturbed a few of the older birds that slept during the night as well as the day, and looked around for some method of escape. His mind exploded with thoughts, some extreme plans that were immediately discarded (How could Hedwig possibly support that much weight?) and a few curses directed towards Pig. Suddenly Harry noticed a ladder leading up to one of the windows. Probably left there by some House elf in a rush. He could hear Filch and Snape catching him up from behind, they weren't moving quickly, they knew where he'd gone. His flight up the stairs hadn't been quiet. Harry darted up the ladder, two rungs at a time. It rocked beneath him as he climbed but this didn't stop Harry. He reached the top of the ladder at the same time as his pursuers entered the room. Professor Snape lifted his wand into the air and cast the spell Lumos filling the room with an incandescent glow focused on the end of his wand. From his unusual perch, Harry could feel the wind on his back blowing him, back and forth. He held onto the edge of the window with one hand and looked down as below him Snape and Filch searched, arms outstretched. Below him Harry could see that the room had been disturbed in a big way. He often came up here to visit Hedwig and normally there was the normal scattering of feathers and bones. But this was a mess, there were shattered cages everywhere and most of the birds had gone somewhere. "Somebody's been up here too professor." Said Filch. "I can see that, Argus" Filch replied as he bent down and picked up a scorched piece of paper. "I wonder.." Snape muttered, and pocketed the scrap of paper. Suddenly Hedwig flew in front of Harry's face and tried to drop post in his lap. Harry leapt backwards. onto nothing. He panicked instantly, and Harry grabbed for the window as it went past. The post went fluttering down, as did the cloak. Harry's Left arm really, really hurt now, the scar there was a deep red. Somewhere out over the lake the first glimmers of early morning light crept over the horizon. "I can't find him anywhere professor, unless he's gone out that window and I'm not climbing that rickety old ladder if he's gone up there." Said Filch. "Fine we'll give up on him for this evening. I have other matters to think about." Harry waited a while before he let out an almighty scream of pain. He tried to pull up but his arms refused to budge. In fact the scar on his left arm was burning intensly, he let it go limp and hang from one arm. His left arm swung low and hit his robes, where it contacted with something hard. Harry gasped with pain, but realised he had his wand with him. He concentrated real hard and lifted the wand away from the tower, his feet scrabbling for a foot hold. "Accio Firebolt" he screamed, and then he dropped the wand. He looked down and then back up with the tower, he reached up for the ledge again, but heard the familiar rushing of air. He turned and grabbed his broom out of the air, letting go of the tower as he did so. The ground rushed to meet him, but Harry was ready for it. He mounted his wand and pulled off an excellent reproduction of the Wronski Feint. Bringing the broom back up to about tree top level. His head was pounding about as much as his arm now. It was that same familiar pain, somewhere Voldemort was hurting somebody, or at least feeling particularly evil. Harry brought his hand up to his head and felt his scar. He used the other hand to turn the broom back towards the tower so he could collect his stuff. Behind him the sun peaked over the horizon and lit up the tower in front of him. It was spectacular watching a sunrise over the castle. The Lake reflected the sunlight and sparkled like crystal. The dark forest suddenly went from very menacing to merely threatening. Individual sun beams picked out each detail of the castle, gleaming windows and sparkling turrets. The cobblestones on the driveway reflected a different colour of the spectrum and the flag flying high over the castle looked fantastic. An observer on this particular morning, if he'd been looking at a rather dull corner of the castle and not at the splendid radiance all around him would also have seen Harry potter crash his broom into the wall of one of the taller towers.