It was time. To return for the final battle
"Minerva!" said a squeaky voice, and looking behind you, shielding yourself from the flying spells Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape sent to each other, you saw Professors Flitwick and Sprout sprinting up the corridor toward them in their nightclothes, with the enormous Professor Slughorn panting along at the rear.
"No!" squealed Flitwick, raising his wand. "You’ll do no more murder at Hogwarts!"
Flitwick’s spell hit the suit of armor behind which Snape had taken shelter: With a clatter it came to life. Snape struggled free of the crushing arms and
sent it flying back toward his attackers: you had to dive sideways to avoid it as it smashed into the wall and shattered. When you looked up again, Snape was in full flight, McGonagall, Flitwick, and Sprout all thundering after him: you hurtled through a classroom door and, moments later, you heard McGonagall cry, "Coward! COWARD!"
"Minerva, do please explain...Severus...what...?" Asked Slughorn panting.
"Our headmaster is taking a short break," said Professor McGonagall, pointing at the Snape-shaped hole in the window.
"Professor!" Harry shouted from afar, his hands at his forehead. "Professor, we’ve got to barricade the school, he’s coming now!"
"Very well. He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is coming," she told the other teachers. Sprout and Flitwick gasped; Slughorn let out a low groan. "Potter has work to do in the castle on Dumbledore’s orders. We need to put in place every protection of which we are capable while Potter does what he needs to do."
"You realize, of course, that nothing we do will be able to keep out You-Know-Who indefinitely?" squeaked Flitwick.
"But we can hold him up," said Professor Sprout.
"Thank you, Pomona," said Professor McGonagall, and between the two
witches there passed a look of grim understanding. "I suggest we establish
basic protection around the place, then gather our students and meet in the Great Hall. Most must be evacuated, though if any of those who are over age wish to stay and fight, I think they ought to be given the chance."
"Agreed," said Professor Sprout, already hurrying toward the door. "I shall
meet you in the Great Hall in twenty minutes with my House."
And as she jogged out of sight, they could hear her muttering, "Tentacula. Devil’s Snare. And Snargaluff pods... yes, I’d like to see the Death Eaters fighting those."
"I can act from here," said Flitwick, and although he could barely see out of it, he pointed his wand through the smashed window and started muttering incantations of great complexity. You heard a weird rushing noise, as though Flitwick had unleashed the power of the wind into the grounds.
"Professor," Harry said, approaching the little Charms master, "Professor, I’m sorry to interrupt, but this is important. Have you got any idea where the diadem of Ravenclaw is?"
"— Protego Horribilis — the diadem of Ravenclaw?" squeaked Flitwick. "A little extra wisdom never goes amiss, Potter, but I hardly think it would be much use in this situation!"
"I only meant — do you know where it is? Have you ever seen it?"
"Seen it? Nobody has seen it in living memory! Long since lost, boy!"
"Harry, it's fine, let's just..." You said at Harry "go."
Harry felt a mixture of desperate disappointment and panic. What, then,
was the Horcrux?
"We shall meet you and your Ravenclaws in the Great Hall, Filius!” said Professor McGonagall, beckoning to Harry and you to follow her.
You had just reached the door when Slughorn rumbled into speech.
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One Of A Kind ||A Fred Weasley Fanfiction||
Fanfiction(Y/n) Black, the daughter of Sirius Black, was nurtured by the Weasley family, forming strong bonds with all of its members. However, her affection ran particularly deep for Fred Weasley, the older twin. As time went on and their lives became intert...
