Dumbledore sent us all back to the Great Hall, including the Ravenclaws, Hufflepuffs, and Slytherins.
"The teachers and I need to conduct a thorough search of the castle," Professor Dumbledore told us as Professors McGonagall and Flitwick closed all doors into the hall. "I'm afraid that, for your own safety, you will have to spend the night here. I want the prefects to stand guard over the entrances to the hall and I am leaving the Head Boy and Girl in charge. Any disturbance should be reported to me immediately," he added to Percy, who was looking immensely proud and important. "Send word with one of the ghosts."
Professor Dumbledore paused, about to leave the hall, and said, "Oh, yes, you'll be needing..."
One casual wave of his wand and the long tables flew to the edges of the hall and stood themselves against the walls; another wave, and the floor was covered with hundreds of squashy purple sleeping bags.
"Sleep well," said Professor Dumbledore, closing the door behind him.
I grabbed a sleeping bag and made to follow Harry, but I got distracted when I saw Dante rushing up to me, his eyes wild.
"Are you okay?" he asked seriously, genuine concern lacing his features.
"What?"
"Are you alright? Are you hurt?" He repeated, scanning up and down my face for any sign of an injury.
"Oh," I laughed. "No, I'm fine. Just a little shaken up." Lie.
He relaxed.
"So, you've heard already?"
"News travels fast," he said, looking grave. "It's scary. I mean, now he's gotten past the dementors twi-"
Just then, Harry had swooped in, grabbed my hand, and tugged me away from Dante to the corner where Ron and Hermione had set up their sleeping bags.
"Wha--" I said, wrenching my palm from his grasp. "Harry, I was having a conversation!"
"You looked finished to me," Harry said, flopping down on top of his own bag. I huffed and moved my own closer to Hermione.
"Everyone into their sleeping bags!" shouted Percy. "Come on, now, no more talking! Lights out in ten minutes!"
"So, is he just a friend?" Hermione asked, smiling cheekily.
"Yes," I said stubbornly. She giggled.
"I already have so many ideas for outfits on your first date," she said, propping her chin on her elbows. "Though you probably have better fashion sense than me."
I went pink, and snorted.
"Are you kidding? I don't have any fashion sense. I'll need your help." I paused. "If it ever happens," I added unconvincingly.
"Right," she said, her eyes twinkling.
"Shut up," I mumbled, shoving her. She mock-pouted and Percy shouted; "The lights are going out now! I want everyone in their sleeping bags and no more talking!"
The candles adorning the hall went out at once- now the only light was from the ghosts quietly conversing with the prefects.
Once every hour, a teacher would come in to make sure everything was quiet. I tried to sleep, but couldn't; being shaken up hadn't been a lie, I was nervous and jumpy. Luckily, Hermione, Ron, and Harry didn't sleep at all either; around three in the morning, Dumbledore came into the hall to talk with Percy, and were right by our sleeping bags.
"Any sign of him, Professor?" asked Percy in a whisper.
"No. All well here?"
"Everything under control, sir."
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Fanfiction❝It's hard to forget when he gave me so much to remember.❞ ~❂~ ❝Yeah, not only am I terribly witty and a genius, I'm also savior of the universe.❞ ~❂~ Ashlynn Dream doesn't apologize; she doesn't cry; and she certainly doesn't expect to be tossed...
