CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Beautiful Disaster
It was now a month since the article had gone out, and there hadn't been a sighting of Voldemort since. There was still very high security, especially near the Gryffindor common room. But, never the less, classes and the occasional Quidditch game continued on a regular basis.
"How can I be so scared of someone I've defeated so many times?" said Harry one day at lunch.
"Maybe because most of the time you fought him before, he didn't have full power. Don't beat yourself up about it." Said Ron.
"Can't help it, I just-"
"All students report to the dormitories immediately!" shouted a very flustered Professor McGonagall. Without question, the students went quickly to their dorms.
"You don't think..." said Hermione when they were safe inside the common room.
"I do." Said Harry.
"But, there's a lock on the portrait now, he can't get in very easily."
"Locks haven't been a problem in the past."
"Oh, God." Was all Ron kept on saying, as he paced around the room.
"I'm scared, Harry." Hermione said.
"So am I."
All the students were ordered to sleep in their common rooms that night (girls on the left, boys on the right), in order to make it harder for Voldemort to pick out one particular student. Harry Potter.
"Goodnight, Harry." said Hermione, kissing him goodnight.
"Goodnight." And with that, they went to their cots, or couches, or what ever they had to sleep on, and went to sleep.
It was around 6:00 AM that there was a loud bang outside the Gryffindor common room. Harry was ready for that, so he gathered Himself, Hermione, Ron, Astrid, and Ginny under it. It was difficult for three seventeen year olds and two sixteen year olds to fit underneath one cloak, but they managed. The five covered their eyes and listened as their friends and classmates screamed and searched for a place to hide. Amongst all the clatter, they heard a booming voice shout, "Where is he?! Where is Harry Potter?!"
"Honestly, we don't know!" shouted the quavering voice of Professor McGonagall.
"Don't lie, woman. We know that you know where he is. Now tell us!" shouted the voice of Lucious Malfoy.
"Honestly, Lucious, we don't know! Now let the students be!" shouted Snape.
"Ah, words from a traitor." Said the hissing voice of Voldemort. "I should murder you now, Severus. But no, I'll spare you, no fear."
"Leave my students alone! They never did a thing to you!" shouted McGonagall.
"Silence, woman! We have no patients for you." He said. "Wormtail, my wand, please."
"Y-Yes, M-My Lord."
"Crucio!" shouted Voldemort. The five under the cloak had no idea who was screaming, but all they knew was that someone was in pain. It seemed to be a younger student.
"Hmm, missed." Said Voldemort, apparently not caring in the least.
"Leave them be!" McGonagall practically screamed.
"Come Wormtail, Malfoy. We're through here." He said, and with that, they left. The screaming continued for a while, and then stopped. It had apparently subsided.
"Potter? Potter, where are you?" said the shaky voice of Madam Pompfry. Harry and the other four climbed out from under the cloak. They looked around the room and saw that it was apparently Lavender Brown who had been cursed. She was sobbing while three teachers helped to put her on a stretcher to go to the Hospital Wing.
"Will she be alright?" asked Harry, feeling a little responsible.
"In a few days...are you alright?" she said to him.
"I'm fine, thanks."
"This is a disaster." Muttered Snape, obviously disgusted. "That girl was innocent, if Potter hadn't of been a coward and hid-"
"Then we would've lost a student." Professor Dumbledor put in. "Everyone, to your dorms. Mr. Potter, we need to talk." Said Dumbledor, dismissing the students and staff.
"I'm sorry, Professor. I was just trying-"
"To stay safe? That's understandable, Harry. And you did it in an unselfish way by taking the ones you love to safety as well. Job well done." He said, walking out of the room. Harry pondered what he had just heard. He was actually too tired and shocked to think of anything, so he just went up to bed. He fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.
Beautiful Disaster
It was now a month since the article had gone out, and there hadn't been a sighting of Voldemort since. There was still very high security, especially near the Gryffindor common room. But, never the less, classes and the occasional Quidditch game continued on a regular basis.
"How can I be so scared of someone I've defeated so many times?" said Harry one day at lunch.
"Maybe because most of the time you fought him before, he didn't have full power. Don't beat yourself up about it." Said Ron.
"Can't help it, I just-"
"All students report to the dormitories immediately!" shouted a very flustered Professor McGonagall. Without question, the students went quickly to their dorms.
"You don't think..." said Hermione when they were safe inside the common room.
"I do." Said Harry.
"But, there's a lock on the portrait now, he can't get in very easily."
"Locks haven't been a problem in the past."
"Oh, God." Was all Ron kept on saying, as he paced around the room.
"I'm scared, Harry." Hermione said.
"So am I."
All the students were ordered to sleep in their common rooms that night (girls on the left, boys on the right), in order to make it harder for Voldemort to pick out one particular student. Harry Potter.
"Goodnight, Harry." said Hermione, kissing him goodnight.
"Goodnight." And with that, they went to their cots, or couches, or what ever they had to sleep on, and went to sleep.
It was around 6:00 AM that there was a loud bang outside the Gryffindor common room. Harry was ready for that, so he gathered Himself, Hermione, Ron, Astrid, and Ginny under it. It was difficult for three seventeen year olds and two sixteen year olds to fit underneath one cloak, but they managed. The five covered their eyes and listened as their friends and classmates screamed and searched for a place to hide. Amongst all the clatter, they heard a booming voice shout, "Where is he?! Where is Harry Potter?!"
"Honestly, we don't know!" shouted the quavering voice of Professor McGonagall.
"Don't lie, woman. We know that you know where he is. Now tell us!" shouted the voice of Lucious Malfoy.
"Honestly, Lucious, we don't know! Now let the students be!" shouted Snape.
"Ah, words from a traitor." Said the hissing voice of Voldemort. "I should murder you now, Severus. But no, I'll spare you, no fear."
"Leave my students alone! They never did a thing to you!" shouted McGonagall.
"Silence, woman! We have no patients for you." He said. "Wormtail, my wand, please."
"Y-Yes, M-My Lord."
"Crucio!" shouted Voldemort. The five under the cloak had no idea who was screaming, but all they knew was that someone was in pain. It seemed to be a younger student.
"Hmm, missed." Said Voldemort, apparently not caring in the least.
"Leave them be!" McGonagall practically screamed.
"Come Wormtail, Malfoy. We're through here." He said, and with that, they left. The screaming continued for a while, and then stopped. It had apparently subsided.
"Potter? Potter, where are you?" said the shaky voice of Madam Pompfry. Harry and the other four climbed out from under the cloak. They looked around the room and saw that it was apparently Lavender Brown who had been cursed. She was sobbing while three teachers helped to put her on a stretcher to go to the Hospital Wing.
"Will she be alright?" asked Harry, feeling a little responsible.
"In a few days...are you alright?" she said to him.
"I'm fine, thanks."
"This is a disaster." Muttered Snape, obviously disgusted. "That girl was innocent, if Potter hadn't of been a coward and hid-"
"Then we would've lost a student." Professor Dumbledor put in. "Everyone, to your dorms. Mr. Potter, we need to talk." Said Dumbledor, dismissing the students and staff.
"I'm sorry, Professor. I was just trying-"
"To stay safe? That's understandable, Harry. And you did it in an unselfish way by taking the ones you love to safety as well. Job well done." He said, walking out of the room. Harry pondered what he had just heard. He was actually too tired and shocked to think of anything, so he just went up to bed. He fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.