survivor | HARRY POTTER

-Chapter 11-

Things couldn't have possibly been worse for them as they were guided down to McGonogall's study on the first floor, not saying a word to each other. Hermione was trembling, Jess looked extremely worried, Harry looked as if wild cover stories and alibis were chasing each other around his brain, (which they probably were), Millie looked as if she had no clue what was going on, and Alyssa looked angry. Extremely angry.

Despite the different cover stories racing around her brain, Jess knew that there was no escape this time. They were done for, cornered, the Silver trio caught in the act at last. There was no reason at all that Professor McGonagall would accept the fact that there were five students out of bed and creeping around the school in the dead of night, let alone being up on the tallest astronomy tower, which was strictly out of bounds except for classes. Add Norbert and they might as well be packing their bags already.

Remember when I said that things couldn't have been worse for them? Well, that all changed when McGonagall appeared, leading a shaking Neville by his upper arm. "Millie!" Neville burst out upon seeing her, the Hufflepuff beaming in his direction. "I was trying to find you to warn you! I heard Malfoy talking about how he was going to catch Harry and I knew you'd go with him, he said you had a drag-" Millie made things worse when she quickly shook her head, not trying to hide it from McGonagall, making a terrible attempt to get Neville to shut up. McGonogall looked more likely to spit fire than the illegal dragon they had just shipped off to Romania.

"I would never have believed it of any of you. Mr. Filch says you were up 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 teachers' question, the girl staring at her slippers, as still as a statue. Upon seeing that no one else was going to speak, Jess shakily stood forwards, her head held high. "Alyssa and Harry were on a date."

Alyssa choked on mid air as she shot a glare so murderous it would have Snape cowering in fear, Jess sending her an apologetic glance before continuing. Harry looked as if he had been slapped in the face and Millie and Neville were both staring at the with wide eyes. "Excuse me, Miss. Blue?" McGonagall stuttered, the surprise evident in her voice.

"They've liked each other for a while now, and when Harry asked her out on a date she didn't want anyone to find out, especially Malfoy, that's why they did it so late. Millie, Hermione, and I were heading down from setting everything up. Neville must have gotten the wrong idea and came to find us." McGonagall's eyes narrowed into dangerous slits, examining Jess as if looking for a lie. She glanced over at Alyssa and Harry, both of who were blushing profusely and glaring and Jess. Alyssa realised she was still wearing Harry's jacket, which she hoped had made the situation more realistic. "Is this true, Miss. Spinner?"
"Um... sure. I mean, yes, yes it is." McGonagall, however, seemed to see past their lie, and was glaring at them more furiously than before.

"I think I've got a good idea of what's being on. It doesn't take a genius to figure 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 believe it too?" Millie caught Neville's eye and begged him without words to believe that it wasn't true, as Neville as was looking extremely stunned and hurt. Poor, blundering Neville. What it must have cost him to sneak out in the dark to warn them, they had no idea.

"I am disgusted. Seven students out of bed in one night! I've never heard of such a thing! You, Miss. Granger, I thought you had some sense. As for you, Mr. Potter, I thought Gryffindor meant more to you than this. As for you two, Miss. Blue, Miss. Spinner, I suppose this is to be expected, regarding your record. All six of you shall receive detentions, yes, you too, mr. Longbottom. Nothing gives a student the right to walk around the school at night, especially these days, it's extremely dangerous. Fifty points shall be taken from your houses." Everyone in the room gasped, their eyes going wide. Gryffindor would lose the lead, the lead Harry had won in the last Quidditch match. "Fifty points each." Professor McGonagall hissed, breathing heavily through her long, pointed nose.