Loss
Chapter 1...................The whole story
"Harry, honestly, do you expect the first years to fall for... that?" Hermione was pointing at Harry's Father Christmas costume. He had a matted gray beard (that was origionally the bottom of Filches's mop) and a poorly knitted red hat from Hermione. "If you really want to trick the first years into thinking you're St. Nick, then your going to have to do lots better that."
Harry shrugged and slumped into the Gryffindor common room's comfy arm chair. The fire was blazing dully in front of him. Harry felt quite foolish for modeling the most pathetic excuse for and father christmas suit yet. Thank goodness it was only himself, Hermione, Ron, and the Weasely twins up there.
"Ron did you actually think you could out prank us to the first years? We actually sent a puff a smoke that looked like a werewolf on them!"
Ron frowned.
"I would never dream of beating the "great Weasley twins."
"Well don't worry then, Ron, we can teach our baby bwother how to be a big boy." Ron scowled and turned away. "Come on Harry, come on Hermione it's almost lunch time and I can't wait to eat! Listening to these two knuckle heads gives me an appetite!" The 6th year trio rushed down the cold cement stairs and pushed open the portrait of the fat lady and climbed out through the hole.
"Hey Weasely, ready to go down at the big Quidditch game tommorow? Wait a minute, you will probably slip on the snow while your in the air! You are that clumsy!" His two big thug of friends Crabbe and Goyle laughed heartily while Malfoy pretended to slip on snow. The fat lady frowned and pretended not to notice them and kept singing horribly, trying to brake the wine glass with her voice with all her might. Ron through him a nasty look, along with Harry and Hermione, and rushed off. They entered the room where they would be eating lunch while the very high cieling, that seemed to touch the heavens, was filled with falling snow and candles that never burned out.
Harry sat down while the hall began to fill with many hungry children, saying how relieved they were that the lunch right before Christmas was about to begin. Hermione was busily chatting with her friends Ginny Weasley and Parvati Patil, her curly hair bouncy when ever she turned her head to make sure Malfoy wasn't lurking near. Harry, however, kept looking at the teacher's table with Snape scowling at everyone he saw. Hagrid was smiling cheerfully while talking to their headmaster Albus Dumbledore. Dumbledore had long silvery hair that touched his waist and half moon spectacles that laid half-way down his long crooked nose. Dumbledore began to speak, "Before we fill our large bellies with appetizing treats and butterbeer, I wish to say, have a very pleasant holiday and I don't want any of you-," he seemed to be staring straight at the Weasely twins while saying this, "-to bewitch your parents into telling you, or buying you more than you should know or have. Happy holidays!" he sat down and instantly started chatting with proffesor Flitwick, a short harry creature with a high squeaky voice that coould scare a mouse.
Then, suddenly, the great hall's massive doors open and R.J. Lupin stumbled into the great room. "Voldemort-outside-attacked me! Arm yourselves! Harry-keep safe!" Lupin fell to the floor and his legs spread out across the floor. Everyone in the great hall screamed except for the teachers. Harry stared speachless and ran to Lupin with tears stinging his eyes. Not again; no! I had too many people that I love die. Not you too! Harry cried and hugged Lupin's motionless body.
You guess what happens next! (mostly cause I'm lazy)