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"What did you see?" a shrill whisper flooded the silence inside the dark room, the voice echoed ever so slightly on the stone walls and nearly every single teenager broke out in angry groans and hissings.

"Shut it, git!", a narrow-eyed Ron muttered with a fist raised in front of his face. Useless, of course, because he had no idea of who had been the whisperer.

Somehow, the dark blanket had begun to vanish into a grayish mist that was still enough to blind them, keeping them still and quiet as Hermione told the story of how Ron and Harry had saved her from the troll a few years back, when they had been first years.

"Well", the bushy haired witch stammered and blinked, "Ron raised his wand and levitated the troll's club…"

"Way to go, Ron!"

"I'm warning you, I'll jinx you if you don't shut up!"

"We're going to die!"

"Oh, come off it! Just ignore 'em 'Mione!", Ron shook his head and rolled his eyes, his red hair shaking before coming to a rest on his pale forehead.

"So, the troll was knocked unconscious with his own club?"

"Well, yes and…", replied Hermione with an anxious voice as she was interrupted again.

"Wow, that's wicked!"

"No, it's not, anyone could've done it"

"Oy! I haven't seen you tackle a mountain troll on your own!", Ron hissed and stood up, with his fists shaking in silent fury.

"Oh, please Ron", Hermione muttered and shook her bushy head with a smirk, "Harry was there, too"

"But I jinxed that bloke's club!", Ron whined with a frown and sat down again, "if anyone deserves to claim your rescue, that's me"

Hermione chuckled and rolled her eyes before reaching with a cold hand towards her right side, her fingers made contact with Ron's hair and after a few seconds, she leaned on him, resting her head on the read-head's shoulder with a smile.

Tonks…you're so stupeed…

Fleur had her white hands resting on the stones surrounding the right side of the wooden doorframe; she hung her head and swallowed hard, while her white hair fell along with her face. Her blue eyes were closed tight and her lips were a thin pink line that was fixed in concentration, as she tried to make out the sounds that came from the Great Hall.

I can't leave zhese children alone… Tonks!

The French girl shook her head angrily and leaned forward, pressing her warm forehead on the cold stones, listening to anything that might indicate what was going on outside the walls of this dark room.

"Hey, I know why it's so dark!"

"Shut up!"

"Some of my Instant Darkness Powder spilled…"

"What!", Ron spat and pulled forward, with such a strong heave that Hermione was pushed face down on the floor, "it has to be thrown, not spilled! Why did you throw it?"

"I-I thought it would be a way to confuse the giants, I guess it just got blown back at us with that dust cloud"

"I am going to beat you into a bloody pulp once we get out of here!"

"Shut up!", a new voice rose above the racket, the tone was enough to silence even the Weasley twins, had they been there. Fleur walked back towards the circle of fidgeting teens and brought a hand to her waist as she regained to calm herself with slow breaths.

"If you don't mind, lower your voices…Tonks could be in trouble and if we can't ´ear whatever is ´appening…"

We might as well give up, thought Tonks as her crouched form recoiled at the sight in front of her wide eyes, it was if her mind was suddenly blank and the only thing that could penetrate it was the horrifying scene that invaded the Great Hall.

"Is it possible to kill something that is already dead?", she muttered and pressed her back against the wall; Tonks broke into a cold sweat and she had to close her eyes in order to keep the retching feeling that had begun to climb through her throat as she ordered her thoughts.

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