Who is Nyxzal Être? (Harry Potter Fan Fiction)

The Forbidden Forest.

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Things couldn't have been worse. 


Filch took us down to Professor McGonagall's study on the first floor, 
where we sat and waited without saying a word to each other. Hermione 
was trembling. Excuses, alibis, and wild cover- up stories chased each 
other around my brain, each more feeble than the last. I couldn't
 see how we were going to get out of trouble this time. We were 
cornered. How could we have been so stupid as to forget the cloak? 
There was no reason on earth that Professor McGonagall would accept us being out of bed and creeping around the school in the dead of
 night, let alone being up the tallest astronomy tower, which was 
out-of-bounds except for classes. Add Norbert and the invisibility 
cloak, and we might as well be packing our bags already. My mum is going to kill me…

Had we thought that things couldn't have been worse? We were wrong. 
When Professor McGonagall appeared, she was leading Neville. 
"Harry!" Neville burst out, the moment he saw the  three of us. "I was 
trying to find you to warn you, I heard Malfoy saying he was going to 
catch you, he said you had a drag --" 
Harry shook his head violently to shut Neville up, but Professor 
McGonagall had seen. She looked more likely to breathe fire than Norbert
 as she towered over the four of us. 
"I would never have believed it of any of you. Mr. Filch says you were 
up in the astronomy tower. It's one o'clock in the morning. Explain 
yourselves. "
It was the first time Hermione had ever failed to answer a teacher's
 question. She was staring at her slippers, as still as a statue. 


"I think I've got a good idea of what's been going on," said Professor McGonagall. "It doesn't take a genius to work it out. You fed Draco
 Malfoy some cock-and-bull story about a dragon, trying to get him out of 
bed and into trouble. I've already caught him. I suppose you think it's
 funny that Longbottom here heard the story and believed it, too?" 
I caught Neville's eye and tried to tell him without words that this
 wasn't true, because Neville was looking stunned and hurt. Poor, Neville -- we knew what it must have cost him to try and 
find them in the dark, to warn us. 


"I'm disgusted," said Professor McGonagall. "Five students out of bed in 
one night! I've never heard of such a thing before! You, Miss Granger, I
 thought you had more sense. Ms. Être, I thought you would be more caught up in you’re make up work rather than running around in the night like a buffoon! I will be sending a letter to your mother immediately. As for you, Mr. Potter, I thought Gryffindor 
meant more to you than this. All four of you will receive detentions -- 
yes, you too, Mr. Longbottom, nothing gives you the right to walk around
 school at night, especially these days, it's very dangerous -- and fifty
 points will be taken from Gryffindor."


"Fifty?" Harry gasped. "Fifty points each," said Professor McGonagall, breathing heavily
 through her long, pointed nose. 
"Professor – please! You can't --"
 "Don't tell me what I can and can't do, Potter. Now get back to bed, all
 of you. I've never been more ashamed of Gryffindor students."


Two hundred points lost.

That put Gryffindor in last place. In
 one night, we'd ruined any chance Gryffindor had had for the house
cup. I felt as though the bottom had dropped out of my stomach. How 
could we ever make up for this? I couldn’t sleep all night, and Hermione cried her eyes out next to me. I knew Hermione, like myself, was dreading the 
dawn. What would happen when the rest of Gryffindor found out what
 we'd done?

At first, Gryffindors passing the giant hour glasses that recorded the 
house points the next day thought there'd been a mistake. How could they
 suddenly have two hundred points fewer than yesterday? And then 
the story started to spread: Harry Potter, the famous Harry Potter, 
their hero of two Quidditch matches, had lost them all those points, him and a couple of other stupid first years. Poor Harry got the bad end of the stick. From being one of the most popular and admired people at the school, 
Harry was suddenly the most hated. Even Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs 
turned on him, because everyone had been longing to see Slytherin lose
the house cup. Everywhere Harry went, people pointed and didn't trouble 
to lower their voices as they insulted him. Slytherins, on the other
hand, clapped as he walked past them, whistling and cheering, "Thanks
 Potter, we owe you one!"