The Grounds

Lord Voldemort: I turned and walked across the grounds into the castle.

Snape: I sneered at Lucius as I followed the Dark Lord.

Rookwood: I paused and raised my wand, "Morsmordre!" I yelled and watched the dark mark float to rest above Hogwarts. I smiled, satisfied, and then followed the others.

Narcissa (strangely enough didn't make it outside until now...): I let go of Draco's arm as soon as the door shut behind us, and I started to move quickly across the outside courtyard, trying to get off the school's grounds as soon as possible.

Draco: I followed her outside, "Why, exactly, are we leaving?"

Narcissa: "Because, it's too dangerous here," I sighed. "Do you have any ideas where we could go that no one would think of?"

Draco: "Plenty. What if I don't want to go?"

Narcissa: "We don't have time to discuss it, Draco. It won't be long before someone realizes we're not there. It's too dangerous here, you aren't staying,"

Draco: I stared at her, "And who's going to stop me from staying?"

Narcissa: "Why do you want to stay so badly, Draco?"

Draco: "That doesn't concern you!" I said, walking back to the castle.

Narcissa: I grabbed Draco's arm and pulled him behind a nearby wall as the doors to the school opened, and quickly cast silencing and disillusionment charms around the area, while trying to keep a grip on Draco's arm.

(Bahaha, so there!)

Draco: I glared at her, "What are you doing!?"

Narcissa: "Protecting you,"

Draco: "From what?" I sneered, "I can protect myself."

Narcissa: "If you're insisting on staying here, I don't think you realize exactly how dangerous this all is,"

Draco: "I'm not stupid."

(And half the world seems to disagree with that statement....

)

Narcissa: I shook my head. "No you aren't," I agreed. "But you're young,"

Draco: "Are you saying that I'm incapable?"

Narcissa: "No. I'm saying that you don't realize how dangerous this entire situation is,"

Draco: "I realize, and I am going back into the school."

Narcissa: "The fact that you want to go back in proves to me that you don't understand, if you did you would be listening to me," I told him, beginning to grow impatient.

Draco: "Why would I listen to you?"

Narcissa: "Excuse me?"

Draco: "You heard me,"

Narcissa: "Draco, what has gotten into you?" I asked taken aback, shaking my head, trying to contain my anger and hurt at the blatant disrespect.

Draco: "Nothing has gotten into me."