The Lost Letter (DSMP PERSPECTIVE) [DISCONTINUED]

"I told you not to mess with us kid"

As Draco runs back to the dorm, he sees Crabe, Doyle, and Pansy sitting on the couch waiting for him. "How did it go?" Doyle asked. "That mad scarred me honestly," Draco sat down still with the frightened look on his face. "Explain please?" Pansy said. Draco told them everything that happened. They all looked worried. What if those two did blow up the school as Wilbur said. It was around midnight, they all got tired and went to sleep.

As Draco fell asleep, he was no longer in his room. He was what seemed to be Hogwarts being burned down to the grown. Familiar faces running away while screaming on top of his lungs. All of this chaos was too much for him. He was on the floor, on his knees covering his ears in the middle of this nightmare. Until someone grabbed him and brought him somewhere safe. He doesn't know where he was brought, but it's not on fire. 

"Thank you," Draco said as he thanked this hero. "I told you not to mess with us kid," to Draco's horror he saw that hero was Wilbur Soot. He was cornered. He leaned on the wall while Wilbur was standing in front of him. He couldn't escape. "You're so young, but I must," Wilbur pulls out his crossbow. Draco was terrified of the look of this maniac. Wilbur aims his crossbow at Draco's chest. The screaming in the distance got louder and louder for Draco. He doesn't know what to do but screams on top of his lungs.

But to his surprise, he woke up and Wilbur was nowhere to be seen. He woke up everyone in his room. They all looked annoyed since Draco woke them up with his scream at 4 a.m. in the morning.