Non Omnis Moriar

2: Return of Friends

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For a very brief moment, McGonagall and my eyes stayed suspended; barely widened in contemplation of what could've happened.

"Professor," I was the first to speak.

"Miss Alton, I would suggest you go back to where you were hiding. I have to investigate this." She said.

"But professor, shouldn't I come with you? It could be dangerous." I took a step forward, so as to show her how earnest I was but for a split second she looked amused.

"I'm sure I will be quite fine on my own, Miss Alton, although your concern for my safety is touching."

She made to sweep forward, pausing again. "However, if by any means, there is imminent danger it would be unwise of me to leave you to wander the castle alone." She mused, back turned to me.

I waited with bated breath, hoping against hope that McGonagall would take me with her.

"Come, Miss Alton, an extra wand won't hurt." She opened the door for me to walk through, locking it behind us.

McGonagall and I walked towards the rough direction from where the scream had originated, taking the path of the Ravenclaw tower. The tower was much airier, the looming night sky visible from the long windows. I glanced at the budding stars wistfully; if I had been back in my own dormitory I would've been able to see them as well, with Hermione spouting off various trivia about the constellations.

Even as we closed in on the tower entrance, I could hear a familiar, vulgar voice, shouting at the eagle that allowed entry to the Ravenclaw Commons.

"Blasted thing, let me in! Alecto, for the last time; open the damn door!"

I flinched in spite of myself; in spite of the bravado that instinctively crossed my face as McGonagall drew forward, straightening to her full height. I would be okay, there was no way Carrow was going to get me again; I told myself.

"May I ask what you're doing, Professor Carrow?" McGonagall demanded.

"Trying to get through this damn door; get Flitwick, get him to open the door." Amycus grunted. His uncouth face was twisted, convoluted into an odd mix of panic, desperation and anger. His eyes narrowed when they landed on me, sneering at the sight of the bandage around my head.

"Isn't your sister inside? Why can't she open the door?"

"She isn't answering, you old bosom. You open it! Do it now!" He yelled.

"Certainly, if you wish it,"

I could feel confusion and rage bubbling within my teacher, her shoulders reluctant as she faced the Eagle. "Where do vanished objects go?" It posed.

"Into Nonbeing, meaning everything," came the swift answer...

"Nicely put," The eagle said before the door swung open.

Amycus nearly ran over McGonagall and me, his stubby hand grasping the edge and flinging himself inside, wand brandished. We followed curiously to see Alecto on the floor, motionless as a bunch of first years cowered away from Amycus's fury.