“CHECKMATE!” Ron’s voice awoke Harry from his sleep. Ron had beaten Blaise at chess. Again. Blaise was such a sore loser that he kept asking for a rematch and then Ron, being the best chess player in their school, would beat him again. Pansy did not look as amused as Harry. “You’re never going to beat him, Blaise.” she said, playing with her wand. Blaise grunted in annoyance and went to sit next to her on the couch. “Nothing else to do in this bloody castle.” he mumbled “Unless you want to go read books with Granger.” Draco had turned on the TV and was now surfing the channels. They had all been stuck inside due to a strange illness that had affected all their parents during the school year, so they had been forced to stay for Christmas. Draco had stopped turning the channels when he hit the news. His fingers were trembling. Neville looked at him
“You okay, Malfoy?”
“No.”
Harry looked up at the television. He flinched at the words on the screen
New virus found to be similar to the Walking Dead. Wizarding Kind is now susceptible to the virus. Symptoms include: Savageness, Skin paling, Vomiting (early stages), Flesh craving. Pansy let out a bloodcurdling scream “IS THAT THE VIRUS OUR PARENTS HAVE!?!” Everyone had suddenly realized this.
