Chapter 2
As before, this is only my second attempt, so comment as harshly as you like. I am no professional at this…
And also, I am sorry this chapter is so short, but it was a good place to stop, anyway…
The next morning dawned bright and cheery, but Ron and I were not quite in the mood to celebrate the arrival of Harry yet. It had been a long, exhausting night, and there was no telling yet how Harry might react to the night before. Or, for that matter, when he might blow up again. So, it was a tentative question when I asked Harry if he might like to go down to breakfast.
Fortunately, Harry got a guilty look on his face, and Ron felt safe enough to come within a few feet of him. 'What great friends I have,' I thought to myself. 'Just happen to disappear at the right time, and strategically reappear in order to claim the victory.' Of course, I wasn't being quite fair to everyone, and had lost several hours of sleep and homework the day before. This new cynical tone was taking root, and something had to be done about it. I grimly took pleasure in the fact that my tone was not in place of heated outbursts like Harry and followed Ron and him downstairs.
Stumbling sleepily into the Great Hall, the three of us stared when we arrived. I double checked that I was in the right room, first, because it was quite unrecognizable from its usual form. Reassured that I was in the right room, all I could do was blink in the brightness.
For in the middle of the room was a huge platform, with two unmistakable forms dueling on top. Scattered about the room were various tables at which students were sitting around, eating breakfast. Several were cheering and hollering for one person or another. Other people were gasping and looking towards the table where the teachers were grouped at. The teachers, however, seemed totally oblivious to the goings on in the rest of the hall. Most of them were sitting around a circular table, apparently in deep discussion.
I brought my eyes back the dueling forms. Malfoy had taken aim at his opponent, Professor Flitwick. Red sparks were shooting towards the Professor, and the Professor had put a protective bubble around himself. I looked over to where Harry had been standing a moment ago, but he was running towards to platform.
Now he started yelling. "Malfoy, you can't do this!"
"And who, might I ask, is going to stop you?" Malfoy taunted. "My daddy is on the school board. Where is your daddy?" That was all it took. Harry's robes were on the floor and his wand at the ready.
"Ron, help me!" I yelled.
"Malfoy made a crack at his dad," Ron answered. "Does he need any help. I bet he is mad enough already."
"No! Help me stop him!" I yelled. Ron looked confused. All we could do was turn and hope for the best.
"Galisificanal!" Harry yelled. The spell was dead on. Malfoy began to twitch, and he dropped his wand. The spasm's were overtaking his body and making it impossible to do anything but stare and violently quiver. Harry moved in closer to finish Malfoy off.
"No, Harry!" I yelled, but it was no use.
Harry's wand was right over Malfoy now. The entire room could now hear the words being spoken to him. "Don't you ever make a crack at my family again, you hear?" Harry's wand was placed right over Malfoy's heart, and everyone could sense that Malfoy was a goner. No sooner had Harry started to yell a second spell then Snape was positioned over Harry and leading him away. Ron and I followed them down the hallways towards the dungeons.
Snape had a firm hold over Harry's arm and was muttering threats under his breath. "Endangering a student, name calling, making poor judgement…, I'll have you locked in the dungeons for ages and hung by your toes till there is no blood in your feet."
Ron, silently running beside me, gasped. "He's really gonna do it this time!" I could do nothing but mutter prayers under my breath. 'Oh God, if there is a God, please help us now…' Ron and I ran down stairs and down passageways until we could not breathe any longer. Suddenly, Harry stopped and took Snape's arm off of his.
"Okay, I think they have stopped following us now," Harry said.
"Oh good," said Snape, "I was tiring of having to keep inventing new insults."
"So what was it you wanted to talk about this time?" Harry complained.
TO BE CONTINUED