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