Death Fic

At last, exhausted, Harry climbed into bed, twitched the hangings of his four-poster shut to block out a ray of moonlight, lay back, and felt himself almost instantly drifting off to sleep. . . .
He had a very strange dream. He was walking through a forest, his Firebolt over his shoulder, following something silvery-white. It was winding its way through the trees ahead, and he could only catch glimpses of it between the leaves.
Anxious to catch up with it, he sped up, but as he moved faster, so did his quarry. Harry broke into a run, and ahead he heard hooves gathering speed. Now he was running flat out, and ahead he could hear galloping. Then he turned a corner into a clearing and — “AAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHH! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Rowling, J.K. Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban (p. 107). Pottermore Publishing. Kindle Edition.

With Creepy Creevy trying for “candid” shots all the time, Harry had taken to sleeping with his wand under his pillow, and he brought it out as he jumped awake.
Looking over at the noise he saw a black figure over Ron’s bed with a knife and sent a hard stunning spell at him. Knocking him out cold and yelling out “Prefects!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Ron was up against his headboard shivering at the tears in his hangings as Harry and the others quickly got out of their beds. Harry and Dean quickly did the ‘Incarcerous’ spell to wrap the stunned man up as every prefect and the twins came running in and gaped.

“Black! Sirius Black! With a knife!”
“What?”
“Here! Just now! Slashed the curtains! Woke me up!” Rowling, J.K. Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban (p. 108). Pottermore Publishing. Kindle Edition.

Seamus got angrier at everyone just gawking, and pointed at Ron’s older brother and Headboy, “Percy, go get McGonagall. NOW! Twins help and somehow add to the bindings on his? One of you females get Ron out of here and down to the common room to calm down instead gossiping and gaping! He’s going into shock!”

That got everyone moving quickly.

“Now, really, enough’s enough!” Professor McGonagall was back. She slammed the portrait behind her as she entered the common room and stared furiously around. “I am delighted that Gryffindor won the match, but this is getting ridiculous! Percy, I expected better of you!”
Rowling, J.K. Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban (p. 108). Pottermore Publishing. Kindle Edition.

Now it was Harry’s turn to get angry and he turned his wand on her and quickly stunned her to everyone’s shock as he summoned his elf-friend Dobby and told him to take the prisoner upstairs directly to a ministry cell and summon the head of the law there to take care of the problem. Then come back and dump the one who WAS responsible for their house safety, Minerva Susan McGonagall, into the middle of the lake! Maybe that would clear her head enough to get it out of her arse. In the meantime, he and his dormmates were going to take their traumatized mate up to the infirmary and all of them would spend the night with him.

They never did get an apology from the adults about how that night went either. And the ministry took all the credit for the convict’s capture and his subsequent death.
But it united the house as nothing else ever had before or since into an army that no one could get close to infiltrating. And one that was like the infamous 300 against the Death Eater Parthenian in the Battle of Hogwarts. As they may have died to the last, but they broke the back of the Army laid out before them and took 100 for each 1 of them.