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Hermione and Nigel couldn't go, and the two Ravenclaw girls knew it. If it had been Slytherins who had attacked Crookshanks, all would have been simpler. The possibility of some Snakes girls fighting their way through the Common Room in Gryffindor tower sadly was ridiculous in the extreme. Gryffindors were most likely responsible for the sounds of fighting Alexandra were hearing, and giving an opportunity to the most extreme elements of the Lions to expulse Hermione and Nigel from their ranks would be bad.
They were almost to the stairs leading to a section of the sixth floor, when they came face to face with the persons charged to mount guard. Before any word could be spoken, the students in front of them passed to the attack, confirmation that whatever was producing the screams and noises they heard, it was definitely not something approved by the chart of Hogwarts.
"Furnunculus! Furnunculus!" Screamed a Gryffindor Alexandra recognised as Seamus Finnigan. What got out of his wand, alas for him, was not the double standard Pimple Jinx but a small explosion which left a dark trace on the wall and damaged a painting of a monk emptying barrels of wine, forcing its occupant to a precipitated retreat.
"Expelliarmus! Petrificus Totalus! Incarcerous!"Countered Alexandra. The sandy-haired boy watched with stupefaction his wand being torn from his grasp, before taking the Body-Bind straight in the face, falling on his back and ropes coming from nowhere to bind him.
The other boy, to his side, who Alexandra recognised as Dean Thomas, was more intelligent and tried to escape after having cast a "Cantis!" which missed...only to take a well-adjusted Petrificus Totalus in the back from Morag.
"Nice spell chain." Smiled Morag, as Alexandra picked up the wands of their defeated opponents.
"I practise a lot." Bowed Alexandra in a manner Flitwick had taught her to insult the quality of the adversaries just proposed. "Now let's see what going on..."
Turning the last corner between them and the screams, the two Heiresses emerged in the middle of a battlefield. There was no other word to describe the situation. There were traces of spell damage on the wall, the columns, the paintings, the armours which were the norm near an access to the stairs were showing signs of having endured a magical storm. Two of the armours had pieces of metal sprawled across the floor.
But the worst part were the bodies. All were students bearing the emblem of House Slytherin, and all looked like they had been cursed with gay abandon.
"Greengrass, Zabini, Davies, Baddock, Crabbe and Higgs." Said Morag in a clear voice. Too loud a voice apparently, as the noises and the screams ceased. They had been heard.
Gregory Goyle was sprawled on the first marches, unconscious. Below them in the lower part of the stairs, they were about twenty-plus Gryffindors, from first to fifth-years students. Leading them was of course the Golden Trio...pointing their wands in turn towards two first-years who were none other than Astoria Greengrass and Lyre de Male-Foi. And of course the rest of the Gryffindor were encircling the great, the magnificent, the Blonde Prince Draco Malfoy himself. By the looks of it, the younger Greengrass girl had tried to protect her fellow first-year and took the brunt of a minimum of several dozen hexes and jinxes. The platinum hair of the pure-blood, usually perfect like those of her older sister, were cursed and scorched, she was bleeding profusely from the nose and one of her arm. And her efforts had been vain, because the youngest Malfoy was in a state nearly approaching her last protector. Several gashes were bleeding from her face and forearms. The first-year Slytherin had let her wand fall, and was now curled up on the corner, waiting for the beating to end.
They were in a better state than Draco Malfoy. The pampered pure-blood so prompt to cry 'wait until my father hears of this' was on his knees in the centre of the crowd with deep gashes and plenty of curses symptoms. His hair had been turned brown-red, his forehead and cheeks were covered in pustules. Judging by the attitude of the Lions, this had been just the beginning of the punishment.
"What in the name of Sauron do you think you're doing, Longbottom?" Asked Alexandra in a cold voice. "Are you aware of a little thing called Article Nine of the Hogwarts Charter?"
Honestly, the Ravenclaw doubted the scion of the Most noble and Ancient House did. The neutrality and apolitical stance the elite of the Wizarding World was supposed to respect in the prestigious school had been badly compromised in the last two decades.
"Ah, Potter, MacDougal. Nice to meet you too." Said a muscled boy with blonde hair and blue eyes.
"Leave and let us deal with these slimy snakes!" Snarled the too-infamous voice of Ronald Weasley. "No one wants you here, Dark Spawn!"
Alexandra contemplated a moment the scene, which had become deathly silent, punctuated only by the cries of pain coming from Draco Malfoy, Astoria Greengrass and Lyre de Male-Foi. The Lions in the lower part of the stairs showed no visible remorse for their actions, that much was limpid from their faces. All had diverse aggressive postures, with one or two still pointing their wands towards the three Slytherins, in spite of the fact they represented no danger anymore. They were not students or teenagers in a school quarrel. They were a crowd ready to beat down their enemies.
"So that's what the name Gryffindor has become synonym to." Alexandra told dejectedly. "A band of courageous warriors so proud of their nobility and courage they attack disarmed students with an advantage of ten against one. Godric Gryffindor must roll in his grave."
"Shut up!" Shouted a black-haired Gryffindor, whose name totally escaped the second-year witch. "We know your father was a Death Eater! You want to help your snaky friends? You want to take the Dark Mark as soon as you graduate?"