𝔖𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔶 𝔯𝔢𝔭𝔢𝔞𝔱 𝔦𝔱𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣 | 𝐇𝐏 ʷᵗᵐ

𝟎𝟒𝟐; ᴡᴏʀʀɪᴇᴅ

Then Professor McGonagall came half marching, half running across the pitch, carrying an enormous purple megaphone.

"This match has been cancelled," Professor McGonagall called
through the megaphone, addressing the packed stadium.

"Noooooo!" Sirius sobs.

"Its okay," Marlene comforts him as dramatic as she was.

There were boos and shouts. Oliver Wood, looking devastated, landed and ran toward Professor McGonagall without getting off his broomstick.

"But, Professor!" he shouted. "We've got to play - the cup!" "Gryffindor -"

Professor McGonagall ignored him and continued to shout through her
megaphone: "All students are to make their way back to the House common
rooms, where their Heads of Houses will give them further information. As quickly as you can, please!"

"She said please!!" Barty gasps.

"I think..I misheard her." Regulus sighs, "You guys are so dramatic." Dorcas rolls her eyes.

"Non offese but even Sirius make
me laugh more than your guys's dramaticness." Narcissa shrugs ignoring the gasps of shock and betrayals.

Then she lowered the megaphone and beckoned Coventina over to her. "Potter, I think you'd better come with me." Wondering what did she want, she saw Weasley detach himself from the complaining crowd; he came running up to them as they set off toward the castle.

To Coventina's annoyance, Professor McGonagall didn't object. "Yes, perhaps you'd better come, too, Weasley." Some of the students swarming around them were grumbling about the match being canceled; others looked worried.

"Let's go." Anastacius grabbed Aelora's wrist gently dragging
her away.

"He is like their older brother," Fleamont smiles.

"Like James with Sirius." Euphemia chuckles.

Coventina and Weasley followed Professor McGonagall back into the school and up the marble staircase. But they weren't taken to anybody's office this time. "This will be a bit of a shock," said Professor McGonagall in a surprisingly gentle voice as they approached the infirmary. "There has
been another attack ... another double attack."

Professor McGonagall pushed the door open and he and Ron entered. . Madam Pomfrey was bending over a fifth-year girl with long, curly hair. Coventina recognized her as the Ravenclaw they'd accidentally asked for directions to the Slytherin common room. And on the bed next to her was "Hermione!" Weasley groaned.

"I may not like her but..."

Lily tense, why could not someone just go and search for the Slytherin Heir and stop this madness?

Granger lay utterly still, her eyes open and glassy. "They were found near the library," said Professor McGonagall. "I don't suppose either
of you can explain this? It was on the floor next to them..."

She was holding up a small, circular mirror. Coventina and Weasley shook their heads, both staring at Granger.

"She still look bored as fuck."

"Langua-"

"Fuck off, asholle."

"Language."

"Sorry, professor McGonagall."

"I will escort you back to Gryffindor Tower," said Professor McGonagall heavily. "I need to address the students in any case."

"All students will return to their House common rooms by six o'clock in the evening. No student is to leave the dormitories after that time. You will be escorted to each lesson by a teacher." She continued.