Who: Greg Goyle and Ron Weasley. What: Dreaming Where: Room of Requirements When: Night
Smoke was filling his lungs as the fire crackled around him. He could feel it. It was touching his skin, it was licking at his ankles.
“Be careful!” A familiar voice called out to him. Greg tried to look around him, but his sight was obscured by the junk piles that were scattered around the room. Fuck, it sounded like Crabbe. It came back to him then, sudden, like a ton of bricks. He had to get to Vincent. He had to save him, he had to save himself. Greg began to climb, haphazardly towards the top of the nearest junk pile. Chairs and debri flying as he stumbled and misstepped.
“VINCE! VIIIINCE!” He found himself choking on smoke and screaming as he climbed towards the top. “WHERE ARE YOU?” Greg scrambled to the top, finally able to get a good view of everything around them, but the pile was shifting under his weight. He spotted Vince, climbing a twin stack.
“Good job, Greg, stay put. We’ll get out.” Vince’s voice wasn’t as reassuring as Greg felt it should have been. Greg was going to respond when Vincent fell into the roaring fire below him. Everything seemed frozen and Greg couldn’t hear himself think. The only thing that echoed in his ears were his best friends screams. He couldn’t breath.
“Help!” Greg gasped, as his pile shifted again and fell. He was crying. This was it. He was dead. He managed to leap last minute to another pile, his leg catching a bit of the flame leaving a tender burn on his leg. “Fuck. Help. Please, please someone help!”