The Other Trio (WTM) (Fantastic Beasts x Harry Potter)

Prologue Part One

GREAT HALL - NIGHT

Each House stood together as a group, the room buzzing. No one was sitting, all far too anxious about what was happening. Harry was nowhere to be seen. At the top of the Hall, Amycus and Alecto Carrow stood like sinister sentinels, their eyes raking the crowd.  Professor McGonagall stood along the right wall, her face ashen, with Professor Filius Flitwick standing by her side.

As Snape entered, the room slowly went silent. 

The Headmaster started to speak, "Many of you are surely wondering why I have summoned you here at this hour. It has come to my attention that earlier this evening... Harry Potter was sighted in Hogsmeade."

As Snape paused, a murmured thrill filled the Hall. McGonagall's eyes glistened with curiosity. Snape raised his voice, briefly, to quell the noise in the Hall. 

"I mention this in the hopes that truth will not be supplanted by rumor," he carried on, "For myself and a few select members of the staff this comes as little surprise. We have, for some time, considered Mr. Potter's return to Hogwarts to be not only possible but inevitable. Consequently, in the past several months and under my specific direction, exhaustive defensive strategies have been employed to defeat any attempt Mr. Potter might make to breach these walls. But know this. Should anyone --student or staff -- attempt to aid Mr. Potter, that person will be punished in a manner consistent with the severity of their transgression. Rest assured: So long as I am Headmaster at Hogwarts, Harry Potter will never again step foot in this castle." Snape finished his speech.

Applause erupted from the Slytherins before stopping as Snape raised a hand.

"Now then. If anyone here has knowledge of Mr. Potter's movements this evening... I invite them to step forward..." He paused, "Now."

Snape's eyes raked the Hall, which was ringing with dead silence. A nervous shift of glances were tossed between each other. And then...footsteps could be head, a figure appearing from the shadows at the back of the Hall. McGonagall's chin rose in disbelief.

Harry said sarcastically, "I think I can help you out with that..." 

He finally fully stepped out of the shadows.  

"It would seem that, despite your exhaustive defensive strategies, you have a bit of a security problem, Headmaster." The Chosen One mocked as Snape stared in stunned disbelief, before his gaze shifted as one by one, as others emerged; Ron, Hermione, Remus, Arthur, Molly, Fred, George, Percy, Luna, Dean, Bill, Fleur, Kingsley. 

"And I'm afraid it's rather extensive." 

The Carrow siblings, who had been moving towards Harry, faltered and turned to Snape with uncertainty. Harry's eyes narrowed with malice as he stares at Snape. 

Harry began to yell at Snape, sounding calm and yet with so much passion and anger in his tone, "How dare you stand where he stood." 

Snape watched Harry drew his wand and pointed it at him. 

He screamed with a look of pain in his eyes, "Tell them how it was that night. Tell then how you looked him in the eye, a man who trusted you...and killed him. Tell them!" 

Snape's eyes found Harry's, but his face remained a mask. McGonagall stood poised, no longer an ashen ghost. Flitwick's hand twitched over his wand. The air prickled with anticipation. Snape moves as if to retrieve his wand. McGonagall stepped forward and sent a volcanic blast Snape's way. Pivoting, he barely parried the spell and sent it ricocheting around the room. Chaos ensued. Flitwick and the rest of the staff - inspired by Harry and McGonagall - leaped forth, wands out and ready to fight if necessary. Snape, outnumbered, standing at the epicenter, parried spell after spell with astonishing skill deflecting two of the curses into Alecto and Amycus Carrow. 

Snape took the measure of the room and swept his wand over his head, reducing the torches that line the wall to smoke and pitching the Hall into total darkness. As students screamed, a great whooshing sound filled the Hall and some-flying-thing flickered past the windows, rattling the panes before blasting through one. Instantly, the torches burst back to life and it's McGonagall, wand raised aloft, who's done it. In the moonlight, Harry sees a bat-like creature beating into the night. McGonagall peered bitterly into the darkness.

Professor McGonagall shouted after him, "Coward! COWARD! And he didn't even stay to fight!" She turned to face her student, "Mr. Potter, do you mind telling me what you're doing here, which, I trust you realize, is an act of complete and utter lunacy?"

He answered, "I'm a Gryffindor."

The new Headmistress smirked and replied, "I thought it might have something to do with that." She turned to her school of students, "All right! Settle down! Settle down!"

The room went quiet.

Professor McGonagall announced, "It appears that your ex-Headmaster, to use the common phrase, has done a bunk.

Cheers rose from all Houses save Slytherin. Even McGonagall couldn't help but smile. Just then, Harry winced slightly, pressing his fingers to his temple.

McGonagall begins, "Potter..."

...A slow rumbling filled the Hall. Harry, fingers trembling with pain, glanced up, only to see dark clouds coagulating in the Enchanted Ceiling. McGonagall followed his gaze, as do others, watching as the clouds shifted eerily, like blots of blood. Suddenly, the flames in the torches along the walls trembled as a chill breeze consumed the room. The Hall slowly dimmed. 

All grows progressively silent when a girl screamed, her voice rising and rising. Harry rushed through the throng, the students parting as he pelted forwards, pushing past them until he found a young student, cowering on the floor in the corner, hands over her ears, eyes clenched tight. She seemed possessed. Everyone watched, chilled to the bone. Finally, Harry starts to move forward, when he himself winced, pressing his fingers to his temples. Another person screamed somewhere in the Hall, then another. Harry glanced about him, at the circle of faces in his vicinity.

All are a mirror image of the young student now, grimacing in pain. Harry stares, confused, stricken with pain, when a voice bloomed in his head.

From elsewhere, Voldemort whispered with a deathly cold tone, "I know that many of you will want to fight. Some of you may even think this wise. But this is folly."

Faces, listening in mute misery as Voldemort spoke. Ginny, Hermione, Ron, Fred, George, Seamus... it went on and on.

"I wish you no harm. I have great respect for the students of Hogwarts. I was once one myself after all. I ask for but one thing and if granted no magical blood shall be spilt..." You-Know-Who trailed on.

For a moment they stood, hung in silence...

"Give me Harry Potter." He demanded, "Do this and none shall be harmed. Give me Harry Potter and I shall leave Hogwarts untouched. Give me Harry Potter and you will be rewarded." 

The whisper receded and those in the Hall slowly surfaced back into the prickling ambience of the here and now. Above them, the clouds evaporated in the Enchanted Ceiling. And then, like iron filings flaking to the surface of a magnet, every eye finds...Harry. For a moment, the quietness fell.

And then, without warning, a rolled-up piece of parchment, tied with an elegant black ribbon, floated to the ground, leaving the students and remaining staff at Hogwarts staring at it in silence...

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First part of the prologue is up!

question: favourite fantastic beasts character?

the obvious answer is the nifflers. 

izzy :)