the battle of hogwarts group: erica brooks, courtney keeler, jamie pate physical science 5 th period...
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The Battle of Hogwarts
Group: Erica Brooks, Courtney Keeler, Jamie Pate
Physical Science5th Period11/17/10
The night was dark and treacherous.
Rain fell like needles of ice, and slivers of electrical energy
bolted across the sky as lightning. Luckily, the young witches
and wizards at Hogwarts were inside
and eating dinner, safe within the warmth of the
castle…
A young boy burst into the hall, racked
with shivers and soaked to the bone.
Harry recognized him as one of the boys
standing guard at the front gates. “Death-
Eaters!” the boy spluttered. “Three of them! We’re under
attack!”
On another day, perhaps one in the bright, colorful warmth of autumn, there would have been at least a modicum of hesitation. In the frosty tension of a
shadowy December night, however, everyone
was eager to take the boy at his word. Teachers and students alike leaped
into action, losing their potential energy as it turned into the kinetic
energy movement brought on.
The majority of the fighters headed towards the Main Hall, but Harry was sure
the Death-Eaters would be in Gryffindor Tower looking
for him. Along with Ron and Hermione, he bolted
upstairs using mechanical energy to do so. Along the way, each grabbed a torch
(radiant energy often acted up around magic,
unlike thermal energy, so they used torches instead
of light bulbs.
Their suspicions proved correct— three Death-Eaters who had previously been sifting
through the tower’s contents jumped as
the trio entered, wands raised. One of them, Harry noticed briefly,
immediately separated from the others and
attempted to jump out the window, where their wands were
presumably waiting.
Dodging, Harry shouted to Ron to raise the alarm in the Great
Hall. There was no time to protest. Harry
was somewhat relieved to see him go. Though Ron’s absence
robbed them of a numerical advantage, now there was a lesser
chance of Ron being hurt.
The other two, unfortunately, were
not so cowardly. They wasted no
time hurling death curses— really a magical form of concentrated
nuclear energy— towards the three
young wizards
The next few moments were a blur of jinxes and
hexes, each changing colors when their caster
chose to add a little chemical energy. There
were no more death curses, Harry was
relieved to see, though he knew they probably needed him alive for
some horrible reason. Though magic was hardly physically demanding, Harry felt himself tiring— magic, after all, was just
concentrated energy, and due to the Law of Conservation of Energy , it had to come from
somewhere– in this case, his life-energy.
The older wizards,
however, did not tire so easily. After so many
moments, Harry and Hermione were fairly on the ground. It
seemed all hope was lost…
Then a tidal wave of wizards of every race,
gender, and age poured into the tower. Ron had sent for help! As the Death-Eaters retreated through the
windows and their peers shot at them from the window,
Harry and Hermione nearly collapsed in relief. The day had been saved, and no one had been hurt.
FIN