Chapter 7
Harry Staired at the lifeless body that was Malfoy. He couldn't believe
what he'd done. Malfoy was dead. He looked around the room and realized
Snape had vanished. He walked around and surveyed the room. The bloody
broken chair that he was bound to. The rubble from the wall Snape had
brought down with just a blast of his wand. Suddenly, he began to feel dizzy. His wand fell to the ground and when it hit the floor, it sounded like a gun shot. He began to breathe heavily and he layed down. The stone
floor began to spin, the walls were melting, everything was turning to darkness. He tried to get up, but when he did it felt like the bones in his legs had been crushed to nothing. He screamed, but the darkness swallowed it up. He was lifted into the air and spun around like a pin-wheel. Then everything stopped and he hit hard floor. He was holding something in his hands, sheets? Where did sheets come from. He opened his eyes and couldn't
see. His glasses. Where were they? He stood up and stubbed his toe on a bedside table. His glasses were on it. He put them on and looked around. He
was in the Gryffindor bedroom. His shirt was dry, no traces of blood anywhere. He felt his neck. There was no cut. It was just a dream. Just a
dream he thought as he climbed into bed. Just a dream he thought as he
pulled the sheets up over him. He put his arm under his pillow and felt
something cold. He pulled out a bloody knife! But it was just a
dream.........wasn't it?
The End
I am SO SO SO sorry that it took me so long to put this chapter up. Hope
yall like how it turned out
Harry Staired at the lifeless body that was Malfoy. He couldn't believe
what he'd done. Malfoy was dead. He looked around the room and realized
Snape had vanished. He walked around and surveyed the room. The bloody
broken chair that he was bound to. The rubble from the wall Snape had
brought down with just a blast of his wand. Suddenly, he began to feel dizzy. His wand fell to the ground and when it hit the floor, it sounded like a gun shot. He began to breathe heavily and he layed down. The stone
floor began to spin, the walls were melting, everything was turning to darkness. He tried to get up, but when he did it felt like the bones in his legs had been crushed to nothing. He screamed, but the darkness swallowed it up. He was lifted into the air and spun around like a pin-wheel. Then everything stopped and he hit hard floor. He was holding something in his hands, sheets? Where did sheets come from. He opened his eyes and couldn't
see. His glasses. Where were they? He stood up and stubbed his toe on a bedside table. His glasses were on it. He put them on and looked around. He
was in the Gryffindor bedroom. His shirt was dry, no traces of blood anywhere. He felt his neck. There was no cut. It was just a dream. Just a
dream he thought as he climbed into bed. Just a dream he thought as he
pulled the sheets up over him. He put his arm under his pillow and felt
something cold. He pulled out a bloody knife! But it was just a
dream.........wasn't it?
The End
I am SO SO SO sorry that it took me so long to put this chapter up. Hope
yall like how it turned out