Chapter 7 (A candle in the dark)

Draco shot his hand to his hair, "You'll soon get yours mudblood." He smirked and regained his composure.

The trio watched Draco as he went pass by them muttering dark things under his breath. They could only make out these words, "I'll get you for this mudblood," over and over again.

Hermione tucked a lock of hair behind her ear and sneered, "Well... What's done is done..."

"C'mon. Let's go. I don't want to be late for our first DADA class and I'm sure as hell don't want to miss seeing HIM once again..." Hermione said the last part quietly as she took hold of Harry and Ron's hands, proceeding to the classroom.


There was only one light in the classroom, a single candle floating in mid-air just above the teacher's table.

All the other students were huddled in one corner of the classroom standing, nervous and at the same time fearful of what was going to happen. Eerie silence surrounded the room.

Ron and Harry, both curious on why the students were acting that way asked the others, "What's the matter? Why aren't you all seated yet?" They looked around them. Everything seemed to be in place except the lack of light in the classroom.

Neville who was near Ron at that time was fidgeting and was choking back tears. He tapped Ron on the shoulder and pointed at the direction of the teacher's table, voice quivering, "L-look o-over t-there..." That was all he got to say before he fainted. Luckily, someone was able to catch his fall.

In front of them was someone, they could not however figure out who that was. They couldn't make out if it was a woman or a man. All they saw was someone with long dark brown hair covering its entire face, standing just beneath the floating candle. The light of the candle was illuminating its body, casting dark shadows in the wall behind it.

Ron was the first to react. Hand to his mouth, gaping. "What's that? No one was there before!" Ron exclaimed. He could feel the hairs on his back beginning to rise. He stepped back and stared with wide eyes at the site in front of him.

All of a sudden, a voice was heard, deep in tone, a man's voice, "Who has thou dared to wake me up from my slumber!" The figure moved its head from side to side, as if looking one by one on the students. Finally, its eyes seemed to settle on Ron, "You there! Come here!"

"M-me?" Ron was shaking all over, "I-I d-didn't d-do a-anything!" He glanced pleadingly at Hermione and Harry; with the look that says Help me!

But Hermione stared straight ahead, not caring to what was happening around hair. Her eyes looked blank.

Harry now alert and more conscious of the situation took two steps forward, wand on his right hand, poised to attack. He stood bravely, "Whoever you are... I'm not going to let you hurt anybody here!"

Suddenly, a gust of cold wind was felt in the classroom and blew the only light that was in front of them. The room was enveloped in total darkness.

People began to panic. Screams were heard. Some were trying to get out of the classroom but the door would not budge. It seemed rooted to the spot. The sound of desks and chairs toppling over were heard.

The class was in total chaos.

"Aaaaahhhh!"

"Get your foot out of my face you moron!"

"Help!"

"Hiyaaaahhhh! You're stepping on my hand!"

"I don't want to die! Heck, I'm not ready to die!"

"I can't see! I can't see! I'm blind! Help!" running around in circles until he hits a cabinet and passes out

"My glasses fell down! I can't find my glasses!" glass breaking "Uh oh…"

"Mommmyyyyy!"

Before Harry could utter a spell, the lights went back on. This time, there were enough lights to illuminate the whole classroom.