The Great Gale

Down in the dungeon the Ravenclaw house and the Hufflepuff house were already waiting. Many of the pupils had taken out their wands and used a light spell to brighten the room.A few were studying, but more were loudly chatting with the other house about the current situation. As the Gryffindor house entered the dungeon the Slytherin house came up behind them.

“If it’s just a storm then why can’t you conjure up a spell to make it go away?” Harry heard Draco Malfoy say.

“Mr. Malfoy,” said Professor Snape as he came up from behind his house, “you never play with the weather. Terrible things happen when you test Mother Nature’s limits. If you were to stop this storm, we might not get any rain for another six months. That would therefore cause a drought and we would be in trouble,” Snape paused and looked towards Harry, “now wouldn’t we?” Harry knew Snape was there to protect Hogwarts and it’s students, but he couldn’t help but get the feeling that something had gone corrupt in this theory.

The Gryffindors and the Slytherins were directed to sit down on the ground with their peers and wait until they were told to do so otherwise. Immediately Hermione ran over to Harry, pulling Ron with her by the wrist.

“I’ve told Ron what happened after the fire went out, and he totally agrees with me.”

“Agrees with you about what?”

“He thinks that you should tell McGonagall and Dumbledore about your scar. Tell them about how it’s bothering you.”

“Hermione, I think I’ve just gotten a normal headache, like any other witch, wizard or muggle. Please, I’m glad that you’re so concerned, but back off a little bit.” With that Hermione stormed off in the other direction.

“You’ve really done it this time!” said Ron, rubbing his wrist.

Out of the blue, Malfoy walked over to Harry and Ron. They could tell he was up to no good, as usual. Crabbe and Goyle were on either side of him, walking about a pace behind. They looked like bodyguards. “So,” said Malfoy, “we Slytherins heard about the mishap in Gryffindor’s house. You weren’t scared, were you, Potter?”

“Of course he wasn’t!” shouted Ron. He had a habit of answering for other people. “He’s Harry Potter! He survived the attack of you-know-who three times!”

“Why don’t you let him answer for himself for once, Weasley." smirked Malfoy "He probably wet himself! Afraid of the little storm, are you Potter?” Malfoy walked off laughing, while the apes trailed behind. Draco Malfoy had been Harry’s enemy since the minute he met him. It was no use being kind to him, he insulted Harry, Ron, Hermione and anyone else who made him look bad any chance he got.

Ron was fuming. “I hate him! Why doesn’t he just co crawl into a dragon’s mouth and die?” Harry was too distracted with Dumbledore to listen to the rest of Ron’s complaints. It seems that while Malfoy had been criticizing Harry, Professor McGonagall had run into the room and was now talking to Dumbledore in a hushed voice. Her hat was crooked and her hair had been blown out of its pinned back bun so that it was now lying loosely on her shoulders. Her lips were moving quickly and she was gasping for air.

Ron was still rambling on when Harry interrupted him. “Ron, listen to me,” whispered Harry, “RON!”

“Oh, sorry. What is it?”

“It’s Professor McGonagall, look at her.” Ron glanced over and the look on his face was one of awe.

“What happened to her?”

“I don’t know, but I’ve got a feeling that it’s not anything good.”