Bella, Bella, wake up,”. I awoke to some one shaking my shoulders. “Come on,”. I groaned and opened my eyes to see Ivan leaning over me, a look of concern on his face. Fawkes was sprawled on the ground, injured but alive. “You alright?” he questioned. I nodded, rubbing my head. Then I looked down at my leg and realised that there was a tree branch pinning it to the ground. Ivan followed my gaze and his eyes fell upon the branch. “Oh, I’ll help you with that,” he said and heaved the branch off my leg. I tried to stand up, but my leg gave way and I tumbled to the ground. Ivan rushed to help me and lifted me up. I leaned on him, using his shoulder to steady myself. I winced every time I took a step, but he helped me limp towards the great gates of Hogwarts. “What about Fawkes?” I asked.
“He’s too big to move,” replied Ivan. “We should get help, then come back for him,”. It was dawn and the sun was rising. You could just about make out the top of the sun coming up above the canopy. Just then, there was a noise behind us. “Well, well, well,” a voice said. “What do we have here?”.
We both jumped and very slowly turned around. Standing there was a man with grey hair that fell down to his waist. There was a cat curled around his feet who hissed at us when we looked down at it. Oh no I thought. It’s Filch. “Uh, who’s that guy?” Ivan asked.
“Filch,” I whispered back. “I met him when my parents were looking for schools to send me to,”.
“Come with me,” Filch said and led us down the winding path towards the gates. He led us into the castle, through its endless corridors, past various doors and stone statues. Filch stopped next to a large gargoyle that was backed up against the wall. “Cockroach clusters,” Filch said and the gargoyle moved to one side to reveal a spiral staircase leading upwards. He beckoned for us to follow him up the staircase. Reluctantly, we obeyed him and trudged up the stairs, dragging our feet. When we arrived at the top, we found ourselves in a small study. The sun shone through the windows, a beam of golden light, dancing around the room like a ballerina. Paintings of previous headmasters and mistresses hung on the walls. But what was most noticeable were the books. They were everywhere; in stacks that stretched up to ceiling, strewn across the floor and on shelfs that lined the walls. My eyes sparkled. I loved reading, and now I had found a whole room of books. I was so stunned that I didn’t notice the man sitting at a desk in the middle of the room, holding a feather quil. “Professor Dumbledore, we have visitors,” announced Filch.
Anaia loves books! 