Two more with prompts from Sara.
VI
(Chase – Neville)
His breath catches in his throat. He cannot run any more, it is a physical impossibility. But he must, he must. Legs keep pumping, chest is heaving, blood is hammering in his head. Keep going. Keep going.
Behind him - close, too close - he can hear Alecto Carrow's wheezy laughter.
"You can run, but you can't hide, little one! I'll get you in the end."
Feet are pounding behind Neville. Carrow's Slytherin bully-boys are closing in. They are far too close. Neville has first-hand experience of the damage they can inflict. He has to get away. He leans against a wall gasping, looking desperately for an escape, a way out. There is none. They are going to get him.
Then, behind him, a tapestry moves, a voice hisses.
"Neville! In here!"
Without conscious thought, Neville moves towards the unknown voice and the hiding place. Carrow's minions pass the place not twenty seconds later. For now at least he is safe.
VII
(Caught -Michael Corner, Terry Boot and Anthony Goldstein)
"Don't be stupid, of course we can't let the Puffs beat us!" Michael said, his voice tinged with utter scorn.
"Yeah, are you a Ravenclaw or a mouse?" Terry put in, equally indignantly.
Anthony shook his head. "I'm merely being realistic," he insisted. "They've got a week's head start on the project, and McGonagall isn't going to give us an extension due to a little thing like us all being in the hospital wing when it was given out. We've got thirty six hours or thereabouts to produce five feet of parchment on advanced Transfiguration and its relationship to probability theory and the development of Arithmancy in the twentieth century. We simply don't have time to do enough research to get a better mark than Hannah, Zacariah and Ernie. They might be Puffs, but they know their stuff." He uttered the last sentence grudgingly.
Michael rolled his eyes and lifted his hands in mock horror. "Thirty six hours, and he says we haven't got time!" he said to Terry. "Has the man never heard of night-time research?"
"The very best sort," Terry deadpanned. "Thirty six hours will be more than we need. The Library at midnight?"
Michael shook his head. "Better make it one o'clock. Madame Pince is a late bird, and there's always Filch. But if we go that late we won't get caught." He raised his eyebrows at Anthony. "You up for this?"
But the answer was obvious from the sparkle in his friend's eyes.
"Up for it? Of course I am!"
They met in the Library as planned. They were not caught. Their assignment beat the Hufflepuffs' hands down.