Alright, so far so boring, right? Well here comes the action!
Outside the WindowAbout an hour and a half later, Harry called it quits. After everyone had left, Harry, Ginny, Ron, and Hermioned slowly walked back to their Common Room. The four were dead silent, all lost in their own thoughts.
When they reached the Common Room, each took a seat next to the crackling flames of the fire. It was Ron who had the honor of breaking the silence. "If He really is out there, what do you think he wants?"
"Well that's obvious , isn't it?" Ginny retorted, "He's after Harry. That's what the Prophecy predicted."
As you see, Harry had told his three closest friends about the Prophecy.
"Well, if he does want harry, why is he just sitting around? Voldemort normally attacks first while planning his strategy as he goes. It's like he plays a game," Hermione added.
Harry, who had kept silent as he stared at the fire, finally spoke up.
"This time it's different. This time it's personal. He's planning… he's planning something. I can feel it. This time he wants revenge. It's not only about the Prophecy. This time it's personal…"
His voice was slow and deep. Almost like he could see what would happen…like he could see the future. But they could see pain in his eyes; he was remembering the past. They realized it was personal for him as well. Yet what they didn't know was how personal it would get for them all.
One by one, they climbed up to bed. Ron kissed Hermione goodnight and then she was alone in the Common Room. She stared into the dieing flames, thinking about the war. Will it ever be over? Was her last thought. She sighed and climbed up to bed, not exactly tired. When she changed into her night clothes something outside the window caught her eye.
She looked closer; it was a green flashing light in the forest. It flashed for about a minute then it suddenly stopped. She was about to turn away when the windo stared to frost around the edges.
"God, help us." She whispered as Dementors soared the skies. The blood drained from her face and her hands started shaking.
Thenn a huge bright green light flashed filling the entire forest and a woman's scream pierced the midnight air. It was so loud and so cold it knocked Hermione off her feet. It stopped just as suddenly as it started. She tried to stand on her shaking legs, drenched in cold sweat. She was surprised that everyone was still asleep. A sense of panic rose within her when the thought of herself the only one who had heard the deadly scream entered her mind.
Dun dun dun!
