Light Shines Brightest In The Darkness

C5- Complications

The next few days were boring.

Stuck in the hospital wing she thought she might go mad. So the very second Madam Pomfrey declared Tempest's ribs 100% healed with no other imaginary (in Tempest's mind) complications or injuries, Tempest had shot out of the Hospital wing, whooping and hollering, flying around the castle like a demon out of hell- or was it angel out of heaven? She wasn't sure.

Fred and George had gone ballistic with her, hanging hazardously out of the castle windows, setting fireworks off in the bathrooms and dancing around the grounds. It was now a given that whoever had seen Tempest and the twins celebrating around the Black Lake now knew without a shadow of a doubt that they were insane.

The second thing Tempest decided to do, was write Sirius and Remus. The identical two letters (bar the names) were sent out using Athena and Pig, Tempest grinning as she watched the owls fly away.

Moony/Padfoot- I'm not dead yet! :)

The third thing she did was be dragged off to Gryffindor tower by the twins to celebrate.

As soon as they were through the Fat Lady, the common room had exploded in cheers, deafening Tempest. She had been hoisted up on some seventh year boy's shoulders, and paraded around the room proudly.

Lee Jordan had set off some Filibuster's Fireworks so the air was filled with stars and sparks, while Dean Thomas, who was excellent at drawing, had put up some impressive new banners, some of which were rather flattering- Tempest flying on her Firebolt around the dragon with her hair on fire somehow managing to look ridiculously heroic, duelling the dragon, and another one of Tempest fainting.

After several hours of being forced to retell her version of the duel with the dragon, Tempest collapsed down onto her signature couch, crushing George's legs. "Hey," she said to George's chin.

"Hey," he replied, "your elbow's in my stomach. Ow."

"Sorry," Tempest said, shifting her arm, then yawning. "great party by the way- saw the canary creams- great job with the spell work... how long will they last?"

George shrugged, "About ten seconds... give or take..."

"I'm trying one later- just to put that on the record so I don't forget," Tempest said.

"Oh I'll be taking photos," George smirked. "I'd never forget."

"Do not know what I'd do without you, George," Tempest sighed, wiggling further into the couch. "Damn, has this couch always been this comfortable?"

"Blimey, this is heavy!" A voice called, and Tempest lifted her head to see Lee Jordan picking up the golden egg which Tempest had left on a table. "Open it Tempest, go on! Let's see what's inside!"

He threw it across the room- George catching it before it could smash into her face- and laughing, Tempest sat up, settling the egg in her lap so she had a good grip. "Pause for dramatic effect," she mumbled to herself. "And-"

"Tempest, you're meant to figure out the clue on your own!" Hermione interrupted suddenly.

There was a loud groan from the surrounding Gryffindors, but Tempest merely rolled her eyes. "I'm meant to do a lot of things, Hermione." Then smirking, she dug her nails into the grove that ran all the way around it, and pried it open.

The egg was completely empty and hollow- but the moment the two sides of the egg separated, a horrible noise, loud and screechy like nails being dragged against a chalkboard only amplified a thousand times with other horrible sound effects that Tempest never wanted to hear again.