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Approaching the now severely bombarded balustrade, Alexandra glanced below and the reason of the fight ending became obvious. Professor Snape was there, flanked by Marcus Flint and Graham Montague. In all her memories of over one year and a half, Alexandra couldn't remember having seen the Potions Master looking so enraged. Not even when Leo Black had called him "Snivellus" in front of the Great Hall. His black robes were not billowing this time, but the pure expression of murder and the dark aura which emanated from him felt like a wind of darkness and rage on Alexandra's skin. At the moment, he was looking at the dispersed Gryffindors like one regarded dragon dung under the boots. The Senior Potions Professor didn't speak one word, like he didn't trust himself what would leave his mouth when he would open it.
Helping Morag stand on her legs and walk, Alexandra put her wand on her holster and began her descent of the ruined stairs. Older Slytherin students were in the process of putting Draco Malfoy, Astoria Greengrass and Lyre de Male-Foi, all thankfully unconscious, on stretchers. Said hospital devices were levitated and went in the direction of the infirmary. Older students from Hufflepuff and Slytherin climbed the stairs to go help those who had been left unconscious there.
Once they had approached the Professor, Snape flickered his wand and the minor wounds on Morag and Alexandra began to heal and the pain went away. The two girls began to breathe easier and more regularly.
"Potter. MacDougal. Explain." The voice of Professor Snape was barely a murmur, but it was more than enough to understand a well of rage was just waiting to be unleashed.
Throwing a glance to Morag, Alexandra gulped and started to explain how they had heard Crookshanks fleeing and followed the sounds of battle to arrive there, pausing to wait Morag to confirm it, which the red-haired Ravenclaw did. Both omitted to say Hermione and Nigel had been with them, and Alexandra also 'forgot' to tell Longbottom had tried to make her go away using a political manoeuvre, but what was left of their report was more than enough to establish a first idea of the incident.
"Very well." Said Professor Snape, in a tone which seemed too calm to be real. "Fifty points each to Ravenclaw for protecting fellow students in danger, Miss MacDougal and Potter. And fifty points each for having the courage to stand up to a group of older and more numerous students."
"Miss Farley, escort these two girls to the infirmary. They suffer from magical exhaustion and I want Madam Pomfrey to examine them."
"Of course, Professor." Said a sixth-year Slytherin girl with a Prefect insignia and long brown hair and black eyes. "I will accompany them." She took three steps back, letting the magical stretchers carrying Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle pass, before giving a sign of the hand to the two second-years to follow her.
"Should not we go to the infirmary too?" Complained the older blonde-hair and blue-eyed Gryffindor of later, who was busy vomiting slugs on the floor. Weird, Alexandra didn't remember having launched the infamous 'Slug Vomit' curse.
"McLaggen." Thundered Professor Snape. "If you weren't such a dunderhead, you would shut. Your. Mouth. NOW!" The Potion Masters ended with a roar. McLaggen immediately shut his mouth for two seconds...before vomiting a new batch of slugs on the floor.
"I am going to go directly to the Headmaster asking for your expulsion, all of you!" He continued in a tone which was so furious it could have frozen Hell over.
"Now let's begin. A thousand points from Gryffindor for a vicious and unprovoked attack on fellow students, detentions until the end of the year for all of you..."
"Maybe this will teach them a lesson." Said the Slytherin Prefect in a satisfied tone, as their little group marched in the direction of the infirmary.
"No, it won't." Replied Morag in a sad tone.
In the privacy of her mind, Alexandra agreed. Unless the Heir of Slytherin was found and all the Gryffindors having participated in the attack were expulsed, things had probably gone too far at Hogwarts. Maybe a bit of calm would be brought back. Maybe. But events had moved too close to full-scale warfare to avoid the problems.
What the castle needed was a man available to all the students and strictly impartial. The Leader of the Light Party, Headmaster Albus Dumbledore, was not that man. The Professors, with one or two exceptions, were not these men and women, assuming they would be free to intervene. Much less as she wanted to assist to this, Alexandra wondered if these were the first stones announcing the imminent fall of an edifice.
15 November 1992, Hogwarts, Scotland
The sun had long set over the Forbidden Forest and the Scottish mountains. There were now only the small lights of the village of Hogsmeade in the distance visible from the Headmaster office. Inside the room, the only sources of lights came from the fire of the chimney, two candles, the silver instruments on the Headmaster's desk and the Phoenix Fawkes. It was giving a sort of solemn ambience, strangely appropriate considering the reasons of this meeting.
The four Head of Houses rarely met together with the Headmaster during a normal school year at Hogwarts. Albus Dumbledore had obviously a very busy schedule, which could not be modified by every petty prank or minor disturbance. Once or twice a month, an issue required the Headmaster to meet with one of his main subordinates face-to-face. Sometimes to require some additional funding for their department. Other occasions included awful academic grades of a student, the need to demote a Prefect from his position or discussing possible Masteries and Apprenticeships for a promising teenager among others. Rarely, once per semester, it happened several Head of Houses were summoned at the same time to an exceptional meeting in private with the Headmaster of Hogwarts. But these meetings were just that: exceptional. Barring extraordinary circumstances, the only gatherings the Heads of House Gryffindor, Slytherin, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw officially discussed their grievances and supports together were at the beginning and end of the year in sessions which were planned long in advance. Otherwise, each of the four Senior Professors had in general very good latitude to deal with any problems which might arise in a building concentrating four hundred-plus children, teenager and young adults.
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