Chapter 2
"I'm not going to give myself in. We can win this w-," I begin but am interrupted by a Slytherin girl.
"But we'll all die! He said," she says.
"Shut up and listen and you'll die anyway. If you are in your sixth year and above, you can stay back and fight. Everyone, you need to get out. You'll use a Port Key and stay there. Fifth Year Prefects will stay with them and be heads. You need to go," I say.
McGonagall summons a Port Key and house by house, year level by year level disappear. Everyone in Year Six and year Seven stay. Even a couple Slytherin's.
Scary.
The Order come. All the adults go outside and the Head Boy and Girl too go. They start shooting spells up into the sky. It starts to form a huge orange force. Inside, is chaos. Thunder calls and lighting flashes. Maisy and James are helping the first years. Grace comes up to me and hugs me.
"Will you be okay?" She asks me.
"Of course I will," I say.
Tears roll down her cheeks.
"Please don't cry," I say and kiss her forehead.
"Look after this for me," I say and strap a necklace around her neck.
"Come on, Grace." Her friend, Louis, pulls her away by the hand.
"Win! Please!" Grace call to me.
"I promise!" I call back.
I can only hope it's true.
"James, we'll meet you in the Room of Requirement," Matt calls over the crowd.
"A room to talk, a room to talk, a room to talk," Matt says walking back and forth three times.
The door opens and we walk in.
"Henri, stay here. Please. You have to trust me. Please," he says.
"No." Matt just looks at me and pleads.
"No. I am the reason of this war," I say.
Mad.
"Henri, please," Matt says holding both my hands.
"Matt. NO!" I say.
"Okay." He finally gives in.
"I know you're just concerned. But really," I say and snog him.
We break apart.
"Ready to fight?" Matt asks me.
"Ready as ever," I reply.
"What's happening?" Maisy asks with a wild look in her eyes as she and James burst into the room.
"Let's fight!" I yell above all the yelling from outside.
We all run to the second floor. Someone shoves me down the steps. I lose my footing as crash into Matt. He catches me and we keep running until we are outside in the courtyard. I look at my watch. It's 11:30.
"Half an hour," I breath.
I turn to Matt and look into his eyes.
"I'm scared," I whisper.
"You'll be fine," he says and kisses me on my head and hugs me.
We break free. I can see a huge mass of people approaching. Then I realize that it's Voldemort and his Death Eaters.
"Oh my god, they're here. THEY'RE HERE!" I scream.
"What?" McGonagall yells.
"EVERYONE! INSIDE! THE GREAT HALL! NOW!" she screams.
Everyone floods into the Great Hall. I grab Maisy and Matt's hands and Maisy has James' hand and we sprint into the hall.
"It's not even midnight yet!" A Hufflepuff seventh year cries.
"Never trust him to be on time!" I yell back.
"Everyone! SILENCE! Do you all have a spell that you will use if someone starts dueling you. Remember make it your best defense or attacking spell! Good luck!" McGonagall cries.
We go outside. Other's go all around the castle to station themselves ready for battle. Matt, Maisy, James and I are in the courtyard, getting ready. The mob is advancing on us, down the hill. I am struggling to breath. A huge burning lump in my throat. I think I'm about to cry. But I don't cry. I never cry. I am going to fight. We are going to win this war. Win, I tell you, win! BANG! The force that was protecting us, disappears.
"Oh, god," I say as smoldering bits of paper like things float down upon us and coats the ground.
Matt kisses me.
"It'll be okay," he soothes.
"I know it will," I say.
"I'll be in the Entrance Hall," he says.
I nod and kiss him one last time and let him go. I watch him walk into the castle then turn my attention back to this war. People start shooting spells at the oncoming Death Eaters.
"Flipendo!" I scream at a Death Eater.
He is knocked backwards.
"How dare you!" One of his fellow Death Eaters roars and shoots the killing curse at me.
I squeal: Protego and the curse backfires to him.
He's dead.
Injured and dead litter the floor. Friend or foe, bleeding or non, breathing or not breathing. I stun twenty four more Death Eaters and run into the castle to help Matt fight some more off. But only to find him lying on the ground, blood pouring from his leg. There's a Death Eater laughing his head off at Matt lying there on the floor.
"How dare you!" I scream at the death Eater that I recognize as Nathan Henrison.
"What cha going do, pretty?" He asks me.
"Kill you," I reply.
"Ohhh, but you're only sixteen. No little girl could do that, pretty," he sneers.
"Oh, you'd be surprised, Henrison," I scowl at him and shoot a stunning spell him.
He deflects it.
"Ohhh, not so friendly are we. Mabel," he yells.
He raises his wand and that's when I really am scared and think I'm going to die. But I shoot one last stunning spell at him and it hits him square in the chest. His face freezes and he falls. I walk up to him. His laugh still etched upon it. I poke him. I whoop as I kill my second Death Eater. I drop down beside Matt.
"Vulnera Sanentur," I murmur and wave my wand over Matt's gash.
His wound immediately heals and the blood disappears.
"Oh my gosh," I say and hug Matt.
"Are you okay?" I ask him.
"Yep," he replies and hugs me again.
I scream.
"What, what is it?" Matt asks.
"It's the giant spiders! Aragog's family!" I squeal.
Matt pulls me around my waist and pulls me up against the wall.
"Matt! Henri!" Maisy's voice comes bouncing along the walls.
She and James come sprinting into view.
"On three! Stunning spell! One, two, THREE!" Matt cries.
"Stupefy!" The four stunning spells hit two spiders.
The bowl over onto three spiders. They bowl over onto five spiders. And they bowl over seven spiders. It just keeps on going. All of them die or are stunned. We all have a group hug. But it ends quickly.
"Death Eaters come back. Lord Voldemort is merciful. but not patient. Henrietta Mabel, if you don't give up now, you will all die. Die. Give me Henrietta Mabel. By the end of thirty minutes, if you haven't given my her, I will come into the castle and get her. Use that time to dispose of your dead and treat the injured. Give me Henrietta Mabel."
The cold voice echoed around us.