Calming Flames

Refuge

Pansy looks around the headmasters office, her eyes panicky and dilated. Filtch walks in with Mrs. Norris Jr trailing lazily behind, pawing at the pictures. The headmistress walks in, her emerald green cloak snaking behind her like a shadow. She sits down at her desk and sighs, "Of course, another Slytherin in my office... We found the... the... bo... body" she stutters horribly.

Pansy looks up eyes batting away tears. The headmistress glances over at Mrs. Norris Jr, who is swatting at the fiery tail of Fawks. She then waves her hand at Filtch and the cat and they scuttle out of the room.

"WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?" She bellows startling the pictures. "You murdered another student! With an Unforgivable Curse none the less! I can't help you Pansy... You'll just have to go to Azkaban I suppose." The headmistress sits down again, eyes closed and breathing heavily.

"I-I didn't mean to- well I did but I don't- well I do but I--" Pansy stutters trying to think about how to start the sentence.

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"Oh my god... she's gonna die there..." pictures were whispering nervously. Draco and Hermione we listening to a young man in a painting explaining what happened in the office. "Well she just lost control I wasn't there the other pictures were there..." he explained.

"Thank you sir." Hermione says quietly and starts to move toward the entrance to the Gryffindor common rooms.

Just then a patrol of dementors float into the hall, students kneel and scream at their cloaks that are lightly grazing the corridor brick. The headmasters staircase opened with Pansy held up by wandpoint by Filtch. Mrs. Norris Jr. swats at the blackened cloaks, as the dementors take Pansy into their control. Their icy, skeletal hands wrapping tightly around her arms.

Draco grabs Hermione tightly, his eyes widen at the sight, a small yelp comes from Pansy as she's lifted from the ground an as dementors begin their Kiss. Hermione trembles in Dracos' arms, looking at Pansys' life was slowly being drained out of her. Pansy squirmed and squealed, trying to escape the grasp of the dementors. The headmistress walks over, a large scroll of parchment in hand, and slowly unrolls the scroll.

"Pansy Parkenson. You are hereby sentenced to death by Kiss. Your crimes have proven that you are unfit for the world and you put your fellow wizards in danger." She coughs, looks up at Pansy, sighs, and walks away.

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Hey all! It's been so so so so long and I wanted to make sure that you had a little teaser of what if to come of this fanfic! School has been a drag and writers block is a bitch to shake off... but, I'm back!

~Firepaw