8 - "Headmasters of Legend"
Jerrod knew it was a mistake. He could see the long, wavy grass of the Hogwarts lawns rushing towards him. His only wish was that Beck would somehow save him. He could see the Slytherin's quickly departing out of the corner of his eye.
Far above the plummeting Jerrod, Beck stood, wand in hand, remembering the flying charm.
'Persicus Leviosa!' she shouted, aiming at Jerrod. She missed.
Jerrod watched as the blue spell went zipping past him. He watched it hit the ground in a shower of blue sparks.
This is the end, he thought, shutting his eyes, and counting down in his head.
Three… two… one…
Impact.
Jerrod opened his eyes, slowly. He wasn't dead. He looked down, and saw the ground inches from his face. At this, he let out an enormous sigh of relief. Glancing around, Jerrod saw who saved him. An old man, notably burdened by infinite layers of robes, was walking swiftly towards him, hand held out. Behind him, a massive white stone block was rested on the grass.
'Are you okay' asked the man, coming up beside an inverted Jerrod.
'Yeah, thanks.' The man twitched his hand, and Jerrod flipped in midair, before landing on his feet. Beck rushed from the stadium, tears of relief flowing freely down her face.
'I thought you were dead!' she said, throwing her arms about him. 'Thank you Headmaster!' Jerrod looked at the man.
So, this is the headmaster, he thought.
'Beck, what were you doing up there?' asked the headmaster. Beck didn't answer, so Jerrod did.
'You might want to talk to Ms. Granger about that.' The headmaster beckoned them to follow him, back over to the white stone slab. Etched in the side of the stone was an inscription. Jerrod soon realised, halfway through reading it, that this was the tomb of the most celebrated of all legendary wizards, Albus Dumbledore.
'He saved my life once, in much the same way as I did yours just now.' The headmaster rested a hand on the tomb. 'Come, we'll sort all this out in my office.'
Walking through the castle, whispers followed Jerrod and Beck behind the headmaster. On the way, they met Ms. Granger.
'Oh, Beck, are you alright?' She hugged her daughter.
'Hermione, we're all going to my office to get everything in order.' She joined them in the procession. Ms. Weasley was waiting for them at the magnificent statue of the griffon. The headmaster muttered something that sound like 'Sherbet Lemon'. Grinding noises came from the floor, as the griffon began to ascend the hole it sat in. Stairs appeared at its feet. The group climbed the steps. The headmaster opened his door, allowing two teachers and two students in. Jerrod glanced at the door on his way past. He froze in shock at the words engraved on the gold nameplate. Jerrod swirled to look at the headmaster, and back to the nameplate. He blinked a few times and read it once again. His eyes weren't lying. He whispered the words.
'Headmaster, H. Potter.'