Chapter Thirteen ⚡️

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Scene: PROFESSOR FLITWICK's class. The teacher is very short, and is standing on a bunch of books.


Flitwick: One of a wizard's most rudimentary skills is levitation the ability to make objects fly. Uh, do you all have your feathers? {Hermione raises hers.} Good. Now, uh, don't forget the nice wrist movement we've been practicing, hmm? The swish and flick. Everyone. {All} The swish and flick. Good. And enunciate. Wingardium Leviosa. Off you go then.

Draco: Wingardium Levio-saaa.

{All practice.}

Ron: Wingardrium Leviosar. {whacks with wand numerous times.}

Hermione: Stop, stop, stop. You're going to take someone's eye out. Besides, youre saying it wrong. It's Leviosa, not Leviosar.

Ron: You do it then if you're so clever. Go on, go on.

Hermione straightens up and swishes her wand.

Hermione: {crisply} Wingardium Leviosa. {The feather glows and lifts up. Ron puts his head on his books dejectedly.}

(Y/N): Wingardium Leviosa {her feather floats in the air near Hermiones}

Hermione: Well Fine (Y/N)!

(Y/N): You too

Flitwick: Oh, well done! See here, everyone! Ms. Granger and Miss Potter have done it! Oh, splendid!

Seamus begins swishing at his feather.

Seamus: Wingard Levosa. Wingard Levosa. {Flitwick to Hermione and (Y/N): Well done, dears.}

BOOOM!!! Seamus' feather explodes. Flitwick gasps.

Flitwick: Whooaaa! Ooh.

Harry: I think we're going to need another feather over here, Professor.

Scene: Neville, Harry, Ron and Seamus are walking through a courtyard with other students all around.

Ron: It's Leviosa, not Leviosar. Honestly, she's a nightmare. No wonder she hasn't got any friends!

Hermione bustles past, sniffling. (Y/N) runs after her, leaving Draco behind.

Harry: I think she heard you.

Scene: Night, in the great hall. It is Halloween. Everyone is eating candy, and Jack O'Lanterns are keeping the place lit. There is chatter.

Draco: Where's (Y/N) ?

Goyle: In the Bathroom with the mudblood.

Harry: Where's Hermione and (Y/N)?

Neville: Parvati Patil said that Hermione wouldn't come out of the girl's bathroom. She said that she'd been in there all afternoon...crying and (Y/N)'s been comforting her.

{Ron and Harry exchange glances. Suddenly, Professor Quirrell comes flying into the room, screaming.}

Quirrell: TROLL! IN THE DUNGEON! T-TROOLLL IN THE DUNGEON!! {stops and there is utter silence.} Thought you ought to know. {falls over in a dead faint.}

The room is silent, and then everyone freaks, screaming and running.

Dumbledore: SILLLLLEEENNNNCEEEEE! {Everyone stops.} Everyone will please, not panic. Now, Prefects will lead their houses back to the dormitories. Teachers will follow me to the dungeons.

Girl: Hufflepuff, this way!

Boy: Stay together!

Snape looks aghast, and he disappears through a doorway.

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