"No, you won't! I'm not coming back to Divination and that's that!" Hermione's voice cried from the common room. Harry was in the boys dormitory, packing up his broomstick and uniform.

   "What was that all about?" He asked as he rushed downstairs, his tie loose.
   "She's got her knickers in a twist just because I asked whether she's coming back to Divination," Ron shrugged, sighing as he plopped down onto the couch. Harry sat beside him.
   "You know she doesn't like Professor Trelawney!" Harry wringed his hands by the fire: his hands were so cold they felt like they were burnt.
   "Course I do mate, it's just not the same without her..." He noticed his expression, "I mean, not like that-" Harry stood up and stared out the open window, smirking. Ron stared past him, and seeing Ginny he rose from his seat and put his hand on his shoulder. "She'll be over him soon."

   The boys had headed into Divination when a cacophony echoed through the walls.
   "All students will proceed to the Quidditch Pitch immediately," Professor Dumbledore's voice came blaring the speakers dotted around the school. Everyone stood up and rushed to the door. Professor Trelawney's mystical voice sounded suddenly:

   "Everybody will stop what they are doing and wait. My Inner Eye tells me that one of you-" she pointed at random pupils, "will be in great danger."

   "Bet it's me," Harry muttered, staring at his feet troublesomely. Ron chucked airily and slammed his book closed and placed it on the table hurriedly.

The students of Hogwarts walked rapidly past corridors, and at turns there was a sea of swishing cloaks. The teachers were guarding them; looking apprehensively around them. Harry quickly wiped his glasses as they were clouded by the number of people huddled close by. He then donned them and kept on strolling quickly forwards.

   Apparently, a handful of Death Eaters had broke in and were casting Unforgivable Curses everywhere. Professor Dumbledore was no where to be seen: supposedly he had gone to fend the castle.

   The English weather was thundering ahead: two large, caliginous clouds were heading their way. Suddenly, two gushes of black flew down to Harry, a werewolf and Rookwood. Hermione screeched and snatched Ron's hand in fright.

  "Go on! Get out of here!" Professor Lupin cried, brandishing his wand and gripping it tightly, pointing it at the two. He flicked his wand upwards and a kind of bubble formed around them, shielding the school. "Caution. This only lasts for a short while," he said hoarsely, nervously glancing sideways at Harry. He looked tireder than usual, he had recently married.

   A searing pain in his scar suddenly occurred, he hurried off to the Forest, his hand on his scar. Lupin, McGonagall and Snape put their black hoods up on their robes and ran off after him.

   "Potter! Get back here!" Severus snarled, casting a Lumos and passing it on to Professor Lupin and McGonagall.

   "Severus. Minerva. Remus." Professor Dumbledore made a gap for him to walk through by his booming, powerful voice. "They have retreated back to their lair. There is no need for this." He popped the bubble with only a point from his wand. Two of the teachers ambled back up the hill to him, but Professor McGonagall came out of the trees with Harry.

   "But I still suppose that there are more still hidden inside, so we will be entering our deep slumbers outside tonight. Here-" he made hundreds of tents appear on the soft grass below, "-is where." Most students stared in awe, some looked extremely concerned and frightened. The moon looked bright tonight, a full moon.