Disclaimer: I wish to own Harry Potter. Sadly, I don't! -sniff-
Dumbledore faced the school, standing on the stage, looking like this sorrowful, glowing being. His silver beard and hair draped his shoulders, and he looked down on them all over his half-moon spectacles.
"I have called you all here today, to announce that.." He cleared his throat, and turned to face Professor Mcgonagal. She nodded, a frown on her face, and her lips pursed. Dumbledore sighed and turned back to all the students that were waiting patiently.
"To announce that there has been another attack." Gasps and shrieks echoed through the Great Hall, and a few girls began sobbing. Dumbledore took a deep breath, his great chest rising and falling.
"A dementor was spotted around ten last night, near Hagrid's cabin.
Argus Filch followed the trail to a student. And found that, well, he was dead." Dumbledore turned back to Professor Mcgonagal, and she was now crying.
"Who was the student?" Snape asked, standing up from his chair. Dumbledore now turned his eyes to him. He frowned.
"Oliver Wood."
*
For the rest of the day, classes had been cancelled so students could mourn the loss of the best Quidditch chaser Hogwart's ever had.
Hermione shook on her bed, crying harder than she had all throughout the year. Pansy was lying beside her, hugging a pillow to her face and crying into it.
"First Bridgett, now Oliver!" She screamed, her voice echoing through the tiny room. Hermione sobbed harder.
"Why him? He was so nice!" She punched a pillow, and threw it to the floor. Pansy stared at her through blurry red eyes.
"Hermione, why is all this happening?" Hermione stared at her like she was crazy.
"Why would I fucking know?" She retorted. Pansy looked down and wiped at her face with her sleeve.
"I don't know. I guess, I just want an answer to all this. Why doesn't Dumbledore do something about the dementors?" She shook a bit, and sat up to face Hermione better. Hermione shrugged.
"I don't know. There's something about Dumbledore this year. He isn't himself. Have you noticed?" Pansy nodded.
~flashback~
Soon, a presence was felt that made them break apart. Ron and Hermione looked into the pale blue eyes of professor Dumbledore.
"Bridgett and Fred Weasley brought it upon themselves." He stated, looking down onto the dead girl in the coffin. Dumbledore sighed.
"What?!?" Ron asked, startling Hermione. Dumbledore looked quite surprised too.
"Ron, they shouldn't have been out near the woods at nearly midnight. They know the rules. It is dangerous at that time of night. They were responsible enough to know that." Organ music began playing, signaling the start of the service. Ron gave a look to Dumbledore that one should never do, grabbed Hermione's hand, and went to take his seat.
~Flashback over~
Pansy stared at Hermione. Not believing her ears. "He said that?"
Hermione nodded sadly, fresh tears making their way down her already wet cheeks. Pansy gasped.
"Oh my god. That is so unlike him! You're right. There's something up with our headmaster." And Hermione totally agreed.
*
The rest of the week had been very wet and soggy. It had rained every day since the death of Oliver and Bridgett, to match the mood every one was in. Not one smile was seen in the corridors, and there were signs plastered up saying things like, "We miss you, Bridgett Emberton and Oliver Wood." Hermione had half the mind to rip them all down. She was sick of hearing about it. Every time she came across one of the signs, she tried not to gag.
Dumbledore faced the school, standing on the stage, looking like this sorrowful, glowing being. His silver beard and hair draped his shoulders, and he looked down on them all over his half-moon spectacles.
"I have called you all here today, to announce that.." He cleared his throat, and turned to face Professor Mcgonagal. She nodded, a frown on her face, and her lips pursed. Dumbledore sighed and turned back to all the students that were waiting patiently.
"To announce that there has been another attack." Gasps and shrieks echoed through the Great Hall, and a few girls began sobbing. Dumbledore took a deep breath, his great chest rising and falling.
"A dementor was spotted around ten last night, near Hagrid's cabin.
Argus Filch followed the trail to a student. And found that, well, he was dead." Dumbledore turned back to Professor Mcgonagal, and she was now crying.
"Who was the student?" Snape asked, standing up from his chair. Dumbledore now turned his eyes to him. He frowned.
"Oliver Wood."
*
For the rest of the day, classes had been cancelled so students could mourn the loss of the best Quidditch chaser Hogwart's ever had.
Hermione shook on her bed, crying harder than she had all throughout the year. Pansy was lying beside her, hugging a pillow to her face and crying into it.
"First Bridgett, now Oliver!" She screamed, her voice echoing through the tiny room. Hermione sobbed harder.
"Why him? He was so nice!" She punched a pillow, and threw it to the floor. Pansy stared at her through blurry red eyes.
"Hermione, why is all this happening?" Hermione stared at her like she was crazy.
"Why would I fucking know?" She retorted. Pansy looked down and wiped at her face with her sleeve.
"I don't know. I guess, I just want an answer to all this. Why doesn't Dumbledore do something about the dementors?" She shook a bit, and sat up to face Hermione better. Hermione shrugged.
"I don't know. There's something about Dumbledore this year. He isn't himself. Have you noticed?" Pansy nodded.
~flashback~
Soon, a presence was felt that made them break apart. Ron and Hermione looked into the pale blue eyes of professor Dumbledore.
"Bridgett and Fred Weasley brought it upon themselves." He stated, looking down onto the dead girl in the coffin. Dumbledore sighed.
"What?!?" Ron asked, startling Hermione. Dumbledore looked quite surprised too.
"Ron, they shouldn't have been out near the woods at nearly midnight. They know the rules. It is dangerous at that time of night. They were responsible enough to know that." Organ music began playing, signaling the start of the service. Ron gave a look to Dumbledore that one should never do, grabbed Hermione's hand, and went to take his seat.
~Flashback over~
Pansy stared at Hermione. Not believing her ears. "He said that?"
Hermione nodded sadly, fresh tears making their way down her already wet cheeks. Pansy gasped.
"Oh my god. That is so unlike him! You're right. There's something up with our headmaster." And Hermione totally agreed.
*
The rest of the week had been very wet and soggy. It had rained every day since the death of Oliver and Bridgett, to match the mood every one was in. Not one smile was seen in the corridors, and there were signs plastered up saying things like, "We miss you, Bridgett Emberton and Oliver Wood." Hermione had half the mind to rip them all down. She was sick of hearing about it. Every time she came across one of the signs, she tried not to gag.