The Great Gale

“We’ll get it later! Cover your head!” Shouted Harry. All three of them sheltered their heads and huddled in a mass. The next five minutes were torture. They had to make sure that they had a firm grasp on their hats and wands so that they wouldn’t blow away, and at the same time they were trying to protect their heads from the debris flying around overhead.

‘When will it stop?’ thought Harry, ‘It’s getting hard to keep Hermione on the ground while doing the same for myself.’ Harry felt raindrops falling on his arms and neck. They were ice cold and they left him wishing that he were up it the dormitory sleeping. ‘How can it rain inside?’ he contemplated. He raised his head and saw that all of the windows had been blown in. There were shards of glass everywhere. A piece flew at his head and he ducked, narrowly missing it. Harry decided to keep his head down just in case. He tucked his head under his arms and rested his chin on his knees. Then he heard it. It was the voice that he heard during his second year, when the Chamber of Secrets was opened.

“Be careful, Harry Potter. Be very careful.” the voice murmured into his ear. Chills went down his spine. His scar began to burn worse than it had ever done so before. Then the voice, the rain and the wind abruptly stopped.

“You can sit up, Harry,” said Hermione, “the storm is over.” Harry removed his head from its shelter and looked at Hermione. Her jaw dropped when she looked at him.

“Harry, y-y-your scar…” Hermione stammered.

“Hermione I didn’t mean what I said before, I…” Hermione cut him off before he could finish.

“Your s-scar is g-g-glowing.” She pointed at Harry’s forehead and handed him a broken piece of glass. He looked at his reflection in it and was temporarily blinded by a flash of light that had bounced off of the surface. Ron looked over at Harry and yelped like a dog. Other students began to turn their heads also.

“Harry, You know what you have to do,” said Hermione. Harry sighed and stood up.