Screaming echos
Disclaimer: anyone/thing you recognise belongs to J.K.Rowling, I am merely playing with her characters, twisting them to fulfil my sick little mind cackles evily
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Insane laughter echoed throughout the halls of Hogwarts late that night. The younger years hid in their houses, while the older ones stood guard over them, wands drawn. Up in the tallest tower stood a party of three Aurors, they were grouped around the mutilated body of the aged headmaster. One of them looked out of the phoenix patterned window and he saw five of his team leading away the captured girl who had done this.
Sadly he shook his head and turned back to the others. "come," he said quietly. "We need to get his body to St Mungo's"
The other two nodded and levitated the broken body. Together they managed to move every piece that had been separated from the main skeletal form. Slowly they moved through the castle. The main auror heard running footsteps coming towards them and he motioned for the other two to go on. He turned to face the student.
"What's going to happen to her?" the 17-year-old Harry Potter asked.
The auror looked around, young Harry was on his own. "She'll be sent to Azkaban, it will be a life sentence." Harry looked to the floor, and the auror thought he saw tears in the boy's emerald eyes.
"I'm glad." He spat suddenly, "I'm glad the Dementors are still there."
The auror looked at Harry, "She won't be kissed though."
Harry looked up, "I know." He sighed, "I'd best go back to my common room, thanks for telling me, bye." With that the raven haired boy turned and dissaperated back up the stairs out of sight. The auror sighed and continued out of the castle and across the grounds, once outside the main gate he turned and looked back up at Hogwarts.
The castle seemed to crumble before his eyes, she seemed old and worn, the death of the headmaster was effecting her badly, and Professor Mcgonagall was not of the line to continue to uphold the majestic master piece.
He sighed again and apparated away from the grounds, back to St Mungo's hospital to pick up his team and then to the ministry to file the report, and to try and get some sense out of the girl.
It was going to be a long night.
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okay this is a random idea I've just got – haven't a clue where its going, well I have a rough idea of what is going to happen .... Ah well it will be a fun ride
Disclaimer: anyone/thing you recognise belongs to J.K.Rowling, I am merely playing with her characters, twisting them to fulfil my sick little mind cackles evily
# # #
Insane laughter echoed throughout the halls of Hogwarts late that night. The younger years hid in their houses, while the older ones stood guard over them, wands drawn. Up in the tallest tower stood a party of three Aurors, they were grouped around the mutilated body of the aged headmaster. One of them looked out of the phoenix patterned window and he saw five of his team leading away the captured girl who had done this.
Sadly he shook his head and turned back to the others. "come," he said quietly. "We need to get his body to St Mungo's"
The other two nodded and levitated the broken body. Together they managed to move every piece that had been separated from the main skeletal form. Slowly they moved through the castle. The main auror heard running footsteps coming towards them and he motioned for the other two to go on. He turned to face the student.
"What's going to happen to her?" the 17-year-old Harry Potter asked.
The auror looked around, young Harry was on his own. "She'll be sent to Azkaban, it will be a life sentence." Harry looked to the floor, and the auror thought he saw tears in the boy's emerald eyes.
"I'm glad." He spat suddenly, "I'm glad the Dementors are still there."
The auror looked at Harry, "She won't be kissed though."
Harry looked up, "I know." He sighed, "I'd best go back to my common room, thanks for telling me, bye." With that the raven haired boy turned and dissaperated back up the stairs out of sight. The auror sighed and continued out of the castle and across the grounds, once outside the main gate he turned and looked back up at Hogwarts.
The castle seemed to crumble before his eyes, she seemed old and worn, the death of the headmaster was effecting her badly, and Professor Mcgonagall was not of the line to continue to uphold the majestic master piece.
He sighed again and apparated away from the grounds, back to St Mungo's hospital to pick up his team and then to the ministry to file the report, and to try and get some sense out of the girl.
It was going to be a long night.
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okay this is a random idea I've just got – haven't a clue where its going, well I have a rough idea of what is going to happen .... Ah well it will be a fun ride