Chapter Eight
In the Tower
"Angelina! Behind you!" I cry. Angelina turns and catches the quaffle. The Ravenclaw team, despite being some of the brightest kids in school, aren't the best when it comes to quidditch. We're up 30 points, Ravenclaw 30 and Gryffindor 60. Harry catches the snitch and the game ends.
The team and all of the students in Gryffindor house celebrate late into the night. McGonagall finally tells us to settle down and go to bed. We reluctantly head to bed and I fall asleep easily, exhausted from my day.
I awake to screams in the middle of the night, Everyone hears them. Mona and I hop out of bed and look to see what is going on. The screams are coming from the boys' side. Moments later McGonagall is in the common room, speaking to all of us.
"Mr. Weasley, it is simply impossible for Sirius Black to attack you. He doesn't know the password."
"Yeah? Tell that to his knife!" Ron whimpers. We all believed Ron was just having a bad dream, a nightmare. I mean, let's be serious, Sirius Black, in Gryffindor House, attacking Ron, of all people? Not Harry? It didn't make much sense to us or McGonagall.
McGonagall checked Ron's bed and there were slashes in the curtains and sheets. She then spoke to Sir Cadogan, the painting that replaced the Fat Lady because of her previous fright. He then said that he let someone in who had a slip of paper, with all of the passwords on it.
"Who was foolish enough to write down the passwords and then lose them?" She questions us. Neville admits that he recently lost them, and that the only reason he wrote them down was because he easily forgot them. McGonagall looks at Neville, who looks at the floor. McGonagall voiced her disapproval and tells us that we need to act responsibly. She then sends us to bed, departing from the common room.
"I can't believe it. Sirius Black, right across the hall?" Mona says to Fred, George, and me.
"Yeah, and attacking our brother? What the bloody hell for?" George mutters quietly as people walk past us, trying to get upstairs.
"I'm just glad Ron's alright. Imagine if Black had killed him, killed all of us?"
"I don't know, but I can tell you one thing. Neville's never going to be able to live this down." Percy then yells at us to go to bed. We head upstairs and try to fall back asleep.