I'm sorry I haven't written! I'm currently trying to achieve my word count for Camp NaNoWriMo, plus I'm still schooling through the summer, so my time on the computer is limited, and I am just exhausted. In a day or so, I should be able to get back on and write. Just give me till August, and I will be back!

Sorry!

Thanks y'all for your patience. Life has just been UGH busy.

Annalise ~

I was, needless to say, just a bit surprised by McGonagall's revelation. We were meant to fight for Hogwarts?

My head was in the clouds as I walked out of the office, until screams of students interrupted.

"Come on, guys, let's go get these!" Conny said, pulling out his wand and rushing down the hall. 

I glanced at the others, grinned impishly, and followed, pulling out my wand as I ran.

"Expecto Patronum!" I cried, pointing my wand toward a cluster of dementors that had cornered three first years. My hawk soared from my wand and streaked toward the dementors, who scattered as the patronus entered their midst. Similar cries brought forth patronuses, sending dementors scattering. 

"Well, that's one reason McGonagall chose us," Sable said. "We can all produce patronuses."

"But what is this about the sorcerer's stone?" I said as we stood together. I glanced around to make sure nobody was within hearing range, but everyone had been frightened away by the dementors. "It was destroyed in Harry Potter's first year."

"Well, McGonagall said, 'is soon to exist futher more by evil we shouldn't tell of'," Bartleby said. "Maybe she means that someone is going to try to recreate it, or bring it back."

"Now THAT is a terrifying thought," Araxie said, shaking her head. 

"But who?" I pressured, trying to puzzle this out. "A follower of Voldemort? Some other dark wizard?"

"I have no idea," Araxie mumbled, as we all stood lost in thought.

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Can I make a suggestion as to who, or rather what, the villian is? Maybe it's a squib who has magical sibblings and parents. He/she became bitter after not being able to go to Hogwarts, and the constant teasing and mockery from his family and other people in the magical world. So bent on achieving power, he/she is determined to recreate the sorcerer's stone!

Thoughts? This is just a suggestion, but I thought maybe we should try to figure out where we're headed a bit.

The RP isn't dead yet...

I stare into the sky, watching my Phoenix with a hint of sadness as it explodes into wisps of light. I feel the urge to cast the spell again, just to see my old friend, but McGonagall glares at me as the others begin to chatter amongst themselves. I have a feeling that she knows about the time-turner, that she knows about everything. I look away, to avoid her gaze, and stare into the sky. The stars seem too far away, and I wish with all my heart to be home.

Later that night, as Annalise and I crawl back through the portrait hole, several of the older Gryffindors are for us in the common room. Ethan glares at me, but one of the other girls simply looks relieved to see us. I have no idea who she is, but she runs up and hugs Annalise and I, all the while chattering away in a patronizing tone. 

" We were so worried about you two!! Where have you been? I simply was frantic... Ohh! Did you hear that there were dementors in the castle?!"

" Really?!" I ask in make believe shock with just a hint of sarcasm. " We had no idea."

" Yeah." Annalise adds, her tone grave but her eyes twinkling." We must have just missed them! I mean, I stopped to kill a couple of trolls on the way up, so we probably just passed them by. Too bad..." 

The entire Gryffindor common room bursts out laughing, and everyone begins to head upstairs for bed. Just as I'm about to slip into my dorm, Ethan catches my wrist.

" How many dementors were there?" He asks in a whisper. 

" Five, I think... But McGonagall was with us too." 

" Glad you're safe." He smiles at me. " I mean, what would I do if I actually had to write my own essays for once?"

I grin back at him, and then slip inside my room, only to find Annalise already inside, sitting on my trunk with her legs crossed.

" We need to talk." She says. " All of us."

Conny and the rest of the kids get all of the demetors. i told everyone to go back to bed and we would talk about this later. They agreed and sulk to their common rooms. Conny and Araxie went to their commons. "So... Have any idea who?" Araxie shook her head. She said, "Whatever it is, we are gonna have to fight hard." Conny sighed. "Oh, why am I a wizard!" Araxie looked at him. "Well, it is scary, but at least it is fun." Conny frowned at her and breathed under his breath, "It is not like you are a werewolf." He looked at the moon and shivered. "Come on."]

Mushy says wnag. Don't nag me, Mushy! 

KEEP THE RP ALIVE!

Bartelby~

When I get back to the dorms I collapse on my bed. I pull the blankets over my body and think. How did those dementors get in? Were they connected with the manticore? Who sent them both?

This whole saving hogwarts thing was too much. I didn't even think the others needed my help. I decide to just figure it out tomorrow. I'm just about asleep when I hear tapping on the dorm room window. I open my eyes, but it doesn't make much of a difference.

"Lumos," I mutter. I hold my wand up to the window, then drop it. "No," I wisper. "Not in here. Not dementors." Yes, I saw dementors.

Somebody else type!

Bartelby~

Then I realized something: It wasn't a dementor. It was a wizard with a dark cloak, so long that it covered the broom he was riding on. Before I could figure out anything else, the wizard broke through the window, waking every wizard in the Hufflepuff boys dorm.

"Come on, everyone!" I said, picking up my wand and leaping out of bed. "Defend the dorm!" Most of the wizards ran away to get help. But some, like me, stood their ground. In the dim light of the moon, I could finally make out the color of the wizards cloak: Green.