Chapter 8.1- Doom Days

XXXXXX- HERMIONE GRANGER

She could not feel her limbs. It was like they were frozen in place and could not move. This was not the first time this was ever happening.. All those years ago during Halloween. She remembered it vividly. Stepping out of the loo and being confronted by a creature that was five times as tall as she was and wielding a club that was her height. She had frozen then. Just like she was frozen now. Except this time she was not the one in danger. It was the boy that had rushed through the open door and jumped on the back of the troll to rescue her simply because he knew she was in danger and it was what he felt was the right thing to do.

It hurt her that she realised she could never be as brave as he was. She watched him be exiled from the house as years of tension relating to lost points and perceived special treatment reached an illogical tipping point. She hadn’t thought they would do it so she had left the common room as ordered. They were just going to get the truth of things, they said. Even they hadn’t expected to banish one of their own in the end. She spoke to the prefects afterwards. Angelina had taken things too far and left them stuck between a rock and a hard place. And for some reason, Harry had chosen to antagonize them instead of taking a more agreeable route. The banishment had been a foolish mistake, and through it she had lost access to her best friend. For the longest time, she’d had no idea where he spent his nights or even his dats beyond brief glimpses of him in the library, and those glimpses never last more than a second or two. She would look away for a second, and then he would be gone like he was never there.

Her attention returned to arena as the beast moved again. The black hellhound was almost languid in the way it went from being crouched to standing straight. Harry’s golem seemed to brace itself, but the hellhound just ignored it and ran past it, moving towards Krum. The Durmstrang student cast two spells she didn’t recognise but they both sizzled against the floor instead of hitting the target as it just jumped over them.

From the side, Fleur Delacour managed to nail the beast with a spell right as it was in mid air but it just kept moving like nothing had happened. Class Five beast, she reminded herself. Krum backpedalled as the beast got closer and closer while against all common sense, Harry remained still and on his position. She would have thought he’d frozen in fear like she had if he wasn’t Harry Potter. Cŵn Annwn landed on the ground and kept running while Harry physically heaved his wand to the left like he was dragging something across the air. The ground moved according to his will, rising in a sort of slope and pushing the hellhound to the left.

“Fulgur" Harry verbally proclaimed for the first time in the fight and she felt her vision get seared by the bright light that left his wand.

A/N; I think a bird’s eye view is necessary for this so here comes Hermione Granger