Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Fanfiction Harry Attacked By Students Mcgonagall

“Georgia, look at me. You need to get up! You need to run!” “M-Misty?” she murmurs, blinking into the bright light cast by my magic. “GEORGIA, PLEASE!” I scream. “RUN!” I take another step, reaching the railing, turning and sending my magic in a straight, bright line that fans out over the balcony overlooking the staircase. Above me, other balconies come into view, and several students are running for their lives while others are screaming in the arms of order members carrying them away. The worst of it are the bodies with their arms draped through the breaks in the railings, blood dripping from still fingers onto the books covering the floor.

I tried to steady him, but his body was thrashing wildly, making it difficult to get a hold of him. Just then, a group of people in black rushed into the dining hall, their wands at the ready. They quickly surrounded the student, muttering incantations and performing complex wand movements. After a few tense moments, the student's body went limp, and his eyes fluttered open. He looked around, dazed and confused, before his gaze finally settled on me. "Thank you," he whispered weakly, before he was helped to his feet. "Do you knwo what happened to you?" I asked him worried.

There are damn eagles flying around in the hall hurting people and she is out here blocking the exist and talking crap. I finally got to the front and grabbed the front of her sparkly green crop top. "You got some bloody nerve, Hermione. Get your damn hands off me." She screamed at my face. I effortlessly threw her over me and she crashd on the heads of some of the students. I heard yelps and gasps. Then silence of disbelief plagued us for a few second before we heard a shrill cry coming from the hall plus Briana kept saying things that did not matter in this crisis. And like flies we all poured out through the back doors, screaming and crying out to the cold air that hit us once we got out.

"It's not me, it's Ace." "What?" Indianna gasped and she followed after Harry who grabbed Brooke and ran down the corridor. "Move!" Harry barked at students who were crowded in a circle. They jumped away immediately and Indianna's mouth dropped when she saw Ace being attacked by a student. He was a relatively new student with curly black hair and a scar running down his cheek, but he wasn't normal. He was one of Rogue's men. "Ace!" Brooke gasped and covered her mouth when she heard a bone crack and Ace stumbled to the floor. He was bleeding and Indianna couldn't tell from where.

Hermione rose to her feet unaided. Hermione's voice was sharp as she said, "This is what I am talking about." I quickly withdrew my hand from Kade's grip, sensing the anger radiating off Blake. I couldn't care less, but I could feel the fury burning in his gaze. "Why did you interrupt my day just to see these jerks?" He bellowed with fury. Hermione's pupils dilated as her eyes widened in surprise. "They're attacking me!" she cried out, her voice filled with fear and desperation.

Then Harry’s phone buzzed. He pulled it out with a groan, but the moment he answered, his face changed. Color drained from his skin. “What is it?” Morgan asked, tightening his grip on my hand. Harry slowly lowered the phone from his ear, his eyes showing confusion and disbelief. “We’ve been attacked.”

I expected a crush of group hug but--to my contrary, all their eyes widen in shock like they saw a ghost. All of a Sudden Harry stood up from his place and grabbed my hand before dragging me out of the place to God knows where. "Harry, What are you doing? You are hurting me." I yelled. But he didn't seem to care what I was saying. "Harry Stop it," I yelled once again when we passed the bunch of students outside my classroom. We gained all their attention but he ignored their stares and pushed me inside the room before locking it behind. Who is he? Another Karl?

"How dare you attack me, you son of a bitch! I'm going to kill you!" Harry roared. He was practically foaming at the mouth. Never would he have expected that a security guard at the company would have the audacity to take him down. This was a humiliation of the highest order! Scrambling back onto his feet, he flew at Damian with a vicious expression. Alas, before he could even get near Damian, he was sent flying backward with another one of Damian's kicks.

It wasn’t the kind of shout you made when a spell hit too hard, or when you tripped into an illusion trap. It was raw. It was pain. And it didn’t stop after a few seconds—it cracked, dipped, then rose again in a pitch that made my spine itch. I dropped my pack. “Wait—Stephen—” Harlan tried to catch my sleeve. “I’m going.” And I was already gone. The trees opened into a small ravine, choked with moss and stone, where five students stood frozen in a half-circle. One lay crumpled in the center. The others—three girls, one boy—stared at the body, unmoving.

I looked at the scenery visible beyond the classroom window. Something was approaching from the end of the hallway. A golden knob stuck out prominently atop a huge mass. “What is that? A dumpling?” That wasn’t something like a dumpling. It was an enormous crowd surrounding a tall blond boy. “Gabriel! Is Gabriel here?!” The door swung open and first-years rushed in. The new students had dared to set foot in the third-year seniors’ territory without permission, but no one thought to stop them. Because they were absorbed in admiring Harper’s beauty.