My Life In Hufflepuff

[CaptainWacky]

Time seemed to slow down. I could feel the explosion expanding, tearing through the foundations of the tunnel, ripping the few trollkins who had almost made it out apart. But I could barely feel the one trollkin that had escaped choke me. It was like I was outside my body now, looking down on myself. And I couldn't get back inside. What use was power of I couldn't control it? I'd been a fool, yet again. Too much power had come to me, too fast. And now I was going to die in a relatively mundane way, choken to death by a single trollkin...

I suddenly snapped back into my body, just like that. Time still seemed to be slowed down (but maybe that was due to the lack of oxygen reaching my brain), but I could no longer feel the explosion. Perhaps there was a chance...but I couldn't move, couldn't speak. The power to cast non-verbal spells that I had seemingly mastered was gone now. I was utterly helpless. I shut my eyes.

Then the trollkin stopped choking me. Everything went away.

And yet...I was still alive? I opened my eyes. I saw the trollkin falling backwards right in front of me. As he passed I saw a knife was stuck in his eye.

Stabbie.

"What, you thought I was going to leave you alone again? Haven't you learned nothing, kid?" he asked me. It was the second time he'd appeared unexpected in this tunnel. The first felt like a lifetime ago.

"I...the bomb!" I said. The floor beneath as collapsed as I said it. Stabbie jumped to the other side of the tunnel. I caught a hold of it and pulled myself up.

"Looks like we're not getting out that way," said Stabbie.

"The other exit," I said. "The Common Room." Stabbie nodded. We both crawled along. It was quiete now. I wondered if anyone in the school would have even heard the explosion? Firenze seemed to have made a soundless bomb.

We heard voices as we approached got nearer to the Hufflepuff Common Room. Who could still be up now? No one was supposed to know about this secret tunnel...but I really didn't care at this point. Stabbie and I burst through.

"Come on, just try it!" said Philip Trout, the sixth year goth.

"You really want me to stick my wand all the way up your anus and cast stupefy?" asked Michelle Richards, his girlfriend.

"It's what's the devil would want!" said Philip, presenting his ass to her.

"More like what you want!" she said. "Always wanting stuff up your bum...aaaah! Where did you two come from!?" She'd finally noticed me and Stabbie. I turned to my friend.

"This is definitely the most disturbing thing I've seen all day," I said.

 

[Ishcabittle]

bravo! bravo! bravissimo!

*standing ovation*

 

[cuttlefish]

OMG who diffused the bomb?

 

[CaptainWacky]

(The bomb actually was supposed to have gone off, maybe that wasn't clear though...)

((The story isn't quite finished yet, I'll continue it soon.))

 

[cuttlefish]

Write when the time is right.

 

[CaptainWacky]

The rest of the night was a blur. Stabbie and I went back outside where Hagrid, Firenze, Mark, Jimmy and Angelica were waiting. The magical bomb had worked perfectly. No one else in the school would even have known it had gone off, yet it had completely destroyed Roger Fry's secret room and sealed off the tunnel leading to the Pit Of Forever. No trollkins or anything else had escaped. Everything seemed to be wrapped up. But it didn't feel that way to me. Throughout the whol conversation with Firenze I was reaching out with my mind, trying to regain the power I had once felt. But nothing came. I was cut off. I was small again. I muttered an apology to Mark, Jimmy and Angelica over how I'd treated them. They just kind of nodded.

All I wanted to do after all this was sleep. I dreamed of my father. He seemed happy to see me.

"Now you understand!" he said, with a mad look in his eyes.

"You're scaring me," I said.

"You're scaring THEM!" he said, pointing down. There were people below us, the size of ants. They were cowering in fear. "Stand on them, it's fun!" my father said, stomping down.

"No, no," I said. "NOOOOOOOO!" I screamed, waking up. Stabbie was nowhere to be found. I sat up in bed for a while until I heard a voice in my head.

"My office. Now." It was firm, but almost comforting. It was Dumbledore's voice. I made my way to his office. No one else was up yet, seemingly in the entire school. I found the door lying open for me.

"What have you been up to, boy?" asked the Sorting Hat, sitting on Dumbledore's desk. "You were supposed to stop the evil in Hufflepuff, not blow up part of the school and killa teacher!" Kill a teacher. I'd almost forgotten that part. I'd almost forgotten that I'd blown Sprout to pieces.

"Enough out of you," said Dumbledore, appearing from some secret entrance and scooping up the Sorting Hat. He put it in hsi desk drawer. I saw that the portraits of the past head masters had been covered up too.

"Professor..." I started. He nodded.

"I know it all, Hugo," he said. "I felt it, you know. I was hundreds of miles away yet I felt a great disturbance in the magic realm as you became away of your true power."

"You felt me," I said, stunned.

"Well, don't go around telling anyone that," said Dumbledore. "Teachers get in trouble for feeling students."

"This isn't a joke!" I said.

"No," said Dumbledore. "It's deadly serious. But I find treating serious situations as a joke can often help."

"Am I...dangerous?" I asked. Dumbledore stared at me for a moment.

"That's up to you," said Dumbledore.

"I killed Sprout!" I said. "And I liked it! I can't go back to being normal now! How are you going to explain her death? They'll lock me up in Azkaban!"

"Oh, you're safe on that count," said Dumbledore. "Unless you kill someone else. I have decided that no one need know about what happened to Sprout, not until the war with Voldermort is over and everything has settled down in the magic world anyway."

"BUT SHE'S DEAD!" I cried.

"Am I?" came a voice. I span round. It couldn't be.

"No!" I said.

"YES," said Professor Sprout.