Halloween At Hogwarts!

Chapter 24 - Fiendfyre

Fiendfyre!

Once Ron and Harry were in their dorms and away from Saba, Harry let  out a sigh of relief.  He set to work on picking out some clothes and  began to change in a hurry, when suddenly he heard a loud, springy thump  coming from Ron's bed.  Harry turned in surprise to where Ron's bed was  placed to see his best friend had flopped onto the bed covers and lay  in a heap with his arms eagle spread to the side of him. 

"Err, Ron what exactly are you doing?  We've got to get changed and  get downstairs before the others get back."  Harry frowned, his own task  of getting ready now forgotten.

"Oh come on Harry, we don't have to hurry back or anything.  I mean  think about it, the longer we take, the less we spend with psycho  downstairs.  She's bloody nuts, I don't know about you but I don't want  to be spending most my day hanging around her."  Ron replied as he  turned his head to face Harry.

Harry sat on the edge of his bed unsure of Ron's idea, and contemplated Ron's suggestion.

"Yeah I guess you're right.  The less we spend with her the better.   But still I don't think we should waste time.  Or go against what she  says."  Harry sighed in resignation.

"Yeah but I don't see why we have to hurry.  Besides what if she's up  to something? There's something really off about her, where is she  taking us anyway?"  Ron moaned, now turning away from Harry and staring  at the ceiling.

"I don't know Ron, but we have to trust her this one time at least.   Even if it's just one day, she's our only chance at defeating Halloween I  think.  Besides what if this is really important, and she's taking us  somewhere quiet to go over plans and things? I really don't know Ron,  but we've just got to go with it for now.  You do want to get rid of  Halloween don't you?"  Harry asked.

"Yeah of course I do.  I just don't want to hurry back down so soon.   I just want a bit of peace to myself for a few minutes."  Ron made no  move to get up, which worried Harry.  How long was he planning to lie  there?  Harry hoped not too long.

"Fine I get that, but Ron we shouldn't make Saba angry or provoke  her.  She could be dangerous when angry, I could've sworn she made the  ground beneath us shake or something.  She caused a tremor I'm sure of  that.  It couldn't have been anything else."  Harry reasoned.

"You felt that?"  Ron cried out now facing Harry once more with his eyebrows raised.

"Yeah I did, and so did Hermione.  She looked damn scared, and I  don't want her to be frightened again.  She has to spend time with Saba  on her own later remember? Imagine if she can cause something as small  as that, what do you think she'll do if she's pushed any further?"   Harry grimaced and tried not to think of the consequences of their  actions. 

"Yeah I guess."  Ron grunted and sat up, but made no move to stand.

Harry didn't wait for Ron to get up; instead he decided it was best  to get ready with or without Ron.  He wasn't willing to face Saba's  wrath and fury.  With a sigh he got to his feet and began to walk to his  trunk when something whizzing into the room caught his eye. 

A great big, brown school owl was madly flapping it's way into the  room and stopped in front of their beds unsure of who to deposit its  load to.  Harry noticed something red hanging off its talons and groaned  in despair.  Who could that be possibly for? Harry didn't want to think about it. He knew perfectly well that it was intended for both he and Ron.

"Who would be sending an owl now?"  Ron frowned and with a sudden  yelp he jumped up off the bed.  "Quick open it! It's a howler.  Bloody  hell who could be sending one of those?"  Ron yelled into the silent  room.