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Author: Kathryn

Story: Hogwarts Rebellion

Part: 15:Unforgiveable

Rating: Teens

Setting: DH-interview

Status: Completed

Reviews: 12

Words: 5,735

Updated: August 5, 2009, 7:03pm

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15:Unforgiveable

Disclaimer: 'Any people, objects, places and so on that you recognise belong to JK Rowling. I'm just having fun playing in her sandbox for a while.

Ginny’s fears were confirmed as soon as she entered the room. There were no Slytherins anywhere in sight, just the first years. God, they looked so small and there was no way that they would be able to master the curses that were about to be fired in here. They were still learning how to float feathers at that age, while they were learning how to fire the unforgivable curses.

Oh shit!

Her stomach sank and she wanted to be sick. There was a knot twisting her insides, mixing all her emotions and playing with them. She was definitely going to be ill.

There was no way, absolutely no way that she could do this.

Having the curses fired on her was one thing.

She had come to accept them, even see how in the Death Eaters eyes, that she deserved them. She may be a pure-blood but she was without doubt in the eyes of the new regime a blood traitor, and she was fighting back at them with her every breath. Surely the first years weren’t doing that. She deserved her detentions. She had made sure of that since she realised that she was going to get them anyway, she had made it her point to deserve them. Surely, the first years did not deserve such a harsh detention. They would not be back talking to one of the Carrows, they were petrified of them, and they still probably listened to their parents’ pleas.

Firing curses at friends was a completely different thing as well.

The D.A. had agreed to it, discussed it at length in the Room of Requirement, knowing that firing curses against each other was the best of several very bad options. It had been a lot less effective if the curse was not meant, as they had proved several times. Non-hateful Cruciatus Curses were tolerable, but the D. A. Members were older and they were expecting them. There was no way that she could justify setting an eleven year old’s bones on fire, no matter how much she didn’t mean the curse.

She didn’t even need the instructions to be given to her. Looking at the two Hogwarts Death Eaters she could tell that the feelings that were currently ripping her gut apart right now were right. Amycus Carrow was bouncing on the balls of his feet, unable to keep the excitement contained within himself and Alecto Carrow’s face had lit up with what could only be called glee.

“No,” she spat at Alecto Carrow before she could even think much further.

“Miss Weasley,” Alecto Carrow crooned as the grin on her face spread. “You have something to say?”

“Hell, yes! This is sick, sicker than the pair of you and that’s saying something,” she continued without pausing. She was not going to back down here. Screw the consequences. “There is no way I’m cursing a first year.”

Ginny’s eyes focused on one of the smaller boys. He had straight black hair and the most amazing bright blue eyes that were now opened wide in fear. He had obviously just put two and two together at her words. Ginny studied his face a little more; he looked so familiar. She was sure that he was one of the Hufflepuffs that she had helped unchain from the dungeons a couple of days ago. The first year was now shifting nervously as if he wanted to run for the door and she didn’t blame him. She wanted to run for the door too and she was much older and much more resigned, no matter how grudgingly, about what was happening in the school.

She was not sure what they had been told but it was not what was actually going to happen.

Sick.

“I think you will, Miss Weasley,” the female Death Eater said as she stroked her wand lovingly, “I think you will.”

“Like hell,” Ginny burst out, “you can go screw yourself.”

“Ginny!” Demelza hissed even as Amycus Carrow walked behind the first years and kicked the dark haired Hufflepuff student forward and Alecto Carrow slashed her wand midair.

Ginny’s hand shot up to her cheek almost the instant the wand slowed. Her hand meet the sticky red liquid pouring down it and over her lips; blood. She was bleeding again and not for the first time and it wouldn’t be the last. It was just a cut and that was all; she could deal with it and had dealt with worse.

Hell, this was the least that she could expect for refusing to do the curse.

“Issue the curse,” Alecto cried, her tone getting increasingly high pitched.

“No!” she replied bitterly with as much disdain as she could muster in her voice, much to the cries of the other D.A. members, pleading with her not to do this, not to antagonise the Hogwarts Death Eaters.

She deliberately dropped her wand to the floor, making the point very clear: they could do whatever they wanted but she was not going to curse a first year. She would take whatever they wanted to throw at her.

“Imperius.”

She felt a warm feeling wash over her, a feeling of bliss, total relaxation. It was such a long time since she had felt like this. She would do anything now, she could do anything now. Then the little voice in her head spoke: ‘Issue the curse, issue the curse’. She felt herself drop to the floor and then raise her wand. She wanted to please that voice that was making her feel so calm, so happy but then her sense of reason returned. She shook her head; she was not going to do that curse. The voice returned again, this time more persistent.

“NO!” She called as she broke the curse.

“Crucio.”

Ginny expected the cry but was still not ready for it. Fire licked against every bone, lighting her up as if she had been placed on a bonfire and she was unable to stop her scream. It was unbearable. Not that she held any sense or reason as the heat of the fire grew so it felt like the very sun had been Accioed right against her. Then just as suddenly as the pain had started, it stopped.

“Where is Harry Potter?”

“I thought I’d explained this over and over again,” She pushed herself up from the floor where she had landed. “Harry dumped me. We aren’t going out and it’s been nearly a year. If I can get over that fact, why the hell can’t you!”

“Crucio.”

She felt her body twist in the air and she had no control over her movements. Her eyes rolled in their sockets and everything around her became just a blur of colours. Even had she wanted to focus she knew that she would not be able to. Being able to focus would mean that she would stop thinking about the pain that was covering her whole body. That she would be able to think of something other than the fire that had lit up her whole body.

With a crash she fell back to the floor as Alecto Carrow lowered her wand. Panting, she struggled to control her breath as she felt a strong kick into her ribs. She barely opened her eyes as she found herself struggling to breathe; no doubt she had yet more broken ribs but she was not going to let them see that.

She pushed herself very slowly into a sitting position, not trusting her legs yet; they would probably collapse if she used them.

“Where is Harry Potter?”

She panted back from the ground. “I don’t know.”

“Crucio.”

The pain hit her again. The flames were now taking over her brain and she was losing all sense of focus. She couldn’t even make out the blur of colours now. She could have been anywhere. Hell. Hell would have been a good place to think of right now and the climate was probably more pleasant there. She wanted to give in, to go there and to do anything that would stop this pain. Another scream escaped her lips against her will as the pain increased.

Her head was still spinning as the curse was lifted again and her body crashed against the floor again.

“Where is Harry Potter?”

“I don’t know.” Her voice was barely above a whisper but she forced it out. It hurt so much to breathe right now and she hardly wanted to waste those words on Death Eaters, unless they showed she was fighting back. “But even if I did know, I wouldn’t tell you.”

“Crucio.”

Time lost all meaning as the curse was fired at her again. The dragon that was lighting her up could have been going for seconds, minutes or even hours; she had no idea. She could even feel her head flopping as she lost all sense of thought and blacked out.

Slowly she came round on the floor. Her eyes slowly came back into focus but she didn’t even bother trying to push herself up. Instead she tried to focus on taking sharp short breaths and not moving any other part of her body.

It hurt too much to move.

“What is the D.A.?”

“I don’t know,” she pushed out and that cry was much harder.

She knew this information, unlike the questions about Harry; she could give the answer to that question and Carrow knew that. If she wanted to answer she could. She could stop herself from being hurt but that would mean betraying their trust. It would mean letting everyone down and the Carrows had to be kept away from the D.A. at all costs. If this was what they were doing to them now, things would get so much worse if they knew everything they had done and who all the members were. At least at the moment it was only really herself and Neville who were getting this kind of treatment. She couldn’t give in and let others go through this.

Surely, that was what it meant to be a Gryffindor, right? This was what it meant to potentially allow herself to dream of being Harry’s equal and not taking the easy choice.

She pushed herself up from the floor and with several deep breaths she slowly and unsteadily got to her feet. She almost collapsed. Her knees wanted to buckle, to give way. They didn’t feel steady and she knew she wouldn’t be able to stand for very long but she wanted to make her point.

“I don’t know,” she repeated struggling to breathe out each of the words.

“Crucio.”

The curse hit her again and the pain was almost unendurable. She wanted to die; she wanted something, anything, to end this. She would do whatever it took--say anything, do anything, but just when she was about to break everything cracked as the curse was removed.

She was only dully aware of Draco Malfoy coming into the room and talking to both Carrows. She barely caught the whispered conversation that Snape needed to talk to them both urgently. She was even less aware of first years disappearing back to their dorm rooms or even of Demelza and Amy helping her up to the hospital wing.

Madam Pomfrey did not let her out of her bed in the hospital wing for two days this time. She did however tut greatly and scowl every time she gave Ginny her potions, even muttering that she was going to write to her mother. She was making it perfectly obvious that even if she did blame the three Death Eaters for what was happening at Hogwarts, she did not approve of the actions of the D.A. and thought that they were being completely irresponsible by putting themselves in a position to get hurt like this.

Over the next few days the other D.A. members did little better in detentions as they refused to do the curse on the first years. Cuts were the least of their worries even though, like Ginny’s new one, they made lasting marks on their faces. Neville, Lavender, Ritchie, Michael and Susan all ended up in the hospital wing during the course of the week.

She even wondered in those moments she had to herself about how much of the relentless punishment they could take.

When would their hair start to turn white?

Would things go so far that they ended up on a closed ward like Neville’s parents?

Or would she give in before that point?

She doubted that she was strong enough to endure that level of curse.

Ginny was back in class on Thursday and back in detention that evening without even a day to fully recover. Her detention on Thursday night led to her going straight back to the hospital wing. The Carrows were now determined that both she and Neville knew the secrets of the D.A. and if it wasn’t for the nightly Death Eater meeting in which they surely discussed more cruelties, she was sure she would have cracked. Luckily for them Snape had the worst timing in the world and called these meetings just before the pain got completely unbearable.

She was finally allowed out of the hospital wing on Saturday morning having spent most of the week in there. The rest of the day was filled with doing homework for Transfiguration and Charms. Despite the current anti-homework protest, she could not find it in herself to let those two teachers down. In the evening, she snuck out with Neville down to where Hagrid kept the animals for his Care of Magical Creatures classes.

By Sunday they were ready for the D.A.’s meeting in the Room of Requirement. They were all ready for the relief and the break. If they had thought things were hard before Christmas or even in January when the hits had been hard, it was nothing compared to this.

“How is everyone?” Neville began and was met with a low rumble of disgruntled muttering. “Yeah, I know, it’s bad.”

“That’s why we’re striking back tomorrow,” Ginny continued, “We’ve even managed to get several Nifflers to help with the distraction. The only problem,” she felt herself give an involuntarily shudder at the words, “is that both Neville and I have detention tomorrow night.”

“No, that’s perfect,” Anthony interrupted, “it means the Carrows can’t say that you two are involved. I mean, how many times have they asked you about the D.A. in the last week? They aren’t completely stupid and know that you’re involved in all this.”

“Oh, I like it,” Terry said, “It’s a perfect double bluff. They think you two are involved in everything and you’re going to be right in front of their noses.”

“Anyway,” Neville continued with a small grin, as he unrolled their copy of a Hogwarts map, “so we have Nifflers to go in the offices. Any volunteers for that?”

Several hands shot straight up and Ginny was amazed at how many people were ready to risk trying to get into the offices, especially after what had happened the last time that she tried to break into an office.

“Ritchie and Elizabeth, can you take Alecto’s office?” Ginny asked as she made a mark on a map of Hogwarts. “Make sure you use Muggle methods to get in there.” She studied the hands in the air, looking directly at the group of Ravenclaws, “Gerry, Bethany, you take Amycus’.”

“Now we know those offices will be free since those two will be monitoring the detention but we want to get into Snape’s as well if we can. This one is much more of a risk.” Neville smiled at his fellow seventh years. “So Terry, Michael, Ernie, if you three get a chance, can you go for it? If not, leave it. Don’t take the risk.”

“The rest of us are going to take the bits of parchment and then wherever you are around six, as soon as you’re free from teachers, utter the charm, ‘resistance’ and watch the rest unfold. We’re using everything.”

Ginny tolerated her Death Eater lessons much better the next day. She didn’t even need Demelza’s reassurance to keep her temper under control. It helped that the Death Eaters weren’t really biting back at her today. No doubt they anticipated her detention that evening and were expecting to send her back to the hospital wing again.

Both lunchtime and potions class were pretty much non-events and she was eager for detention to come. It felt strange and twisted to want to walk down to the type of detention that they were now being forced to endure but tonight was going to be very interesting.

That evening she made her way promptly to detention with Neville and Seamus. Seamus was now getting nearly as many detentions as she and Neville did. It was almost as if he had stepped up and taken Luna’s role since she had been taken. She briefly allowed herself to wonder who would be the next person to step up if the Carrows got their way and got rid or her, Neville or both of them because, surely, someone had to step up. They had come this far they were not going to let it die away. Not until Harry had won this damn war, no matter how hard things got.

She felt her hand slip into her pocket as they made their way to the Dark Arts classroom. Everything they needed was there.

They lined up outside the room and saw the three token Ravenclaws where there. Even after a week of these types of detentions the whispers were still going round the castle. The first years knew they were not going to be hurt. All the D.A. members had refused to perform the curse on them. It did not stop the pain though.

Ginny had quickly learnt that the only thing worse than the deep intense pain of receiving the Carrows’ curses was watching it. It was agony to stand by unable to do anything while a friend’s screams filled a room. She had always known that she was not a patient person. She was not made for standing on the sidelines, she had to be involved in the action. Not being involved stung against her very core. Watching others, friends, get hurt ripped at her insides.

“Miss Weasley,” Amycus Carrow’s voice wheezed excitedly. “You will be up against Miss Grant.”

“Don’t you ever get bored with this?” she asked as she shot him a cold hard smile.

“What?” He had clearly been thrown off guard.

“This game,” Ginny continued, “you know as well as I do that I’m not going to say those words; you also know I’m not going to tell you what you want to know.” She forced herself to keep her voice even, with only a hint of spite and no fear. It was even harder to try to make sure that she didn’t shiver. That would look worse and only increase their suspicions. No matter how many times she got into this position, it did not make things any easier. “So you may as well just get on with what you want to do.”

She gulped, pushing the fears down into the pit of her stomach into the small place where she hid them all. She forced every ounce of bravery to rise and she summoned the noble, if slightly stupid, courage that flourished in her house. She was going to need it to survive.

“Perform the curse,” Alecto Carrow commanded.

“Go screw yourself.” She spat back, relishing every insult she got to throw at either of them.

“Cruc...” Amycus started but only got mid way through the word before he was interrupted.

“Professors,” Andrew Harper said as he burst into the room.

“Harper,” both teachers said as they turned to face the Slytherin.

“Professor Snape needs to see you,” he said keeping his voice curt and polite, “there is chaos in both your offices and fireworks all over the school. He needs your help to clean it up.”

“Damn that Weasley girl,” Alecto Carrow said instantly. “I want her in this detention. She’s going to pay for this and the rest of her pranks.”

“Professor,” Harper said, “she’s standing right there, next to Longbottom and Finnigan, if you want to curse her,” Alecto Carrow raised her wand, “but Professor Snape really does need to see you urgently.”

“Weasley, Longbottom, Finnigan, detention tomorrow,” Alecto Carrow said as she headed out of the room.

Amycus Carrow shot them one more glance before he followed his sister. The first years ran out as soon as they got their chance but Harper stayed still, perfectly still, as he looked at the three of them. His face even looked strange as if he was fighting with himself, struggling over whether he wanted to tell them something. Almost a full minute passed as they just stared at each other not moving.

“Weasley,” he finally said.

“Harper,” she replied in a softer tone than she had ever used with him before.

“You know they know what you and Longbottom are up to all over the castle; they know all about your little group. They know you are responsible for what’s happening now,” he told her. “It’s all they’re talking about.”

“I’m standing right here,” she shot back without thinking, “and how do you know what they’re talking about?”

“That really doesn’t matter.” Harper said dismissively. “What does matter is if you do something that is seen as unforgivable, it doesn’t matter what blood status you are, you’re not as safe as you think.”

She looked directly at him. “I couldn’t agree more, Andrew, but not to act in this situation is surely unforgivable.”

“You’re in danger,” he said bluntly. “Your group is not going to last much longer, they are coming for you, it’s only a matter of time.” He paused to stare at her a moment then repeated, “You’re in danger.”

“We all are.” She paused to look at him. She was now convinced that clearly he was not the same as the rest and then continued without another moment’s thought, “Andrew, we’re open to any house.”

“And I don’t have a death wish.” Harper turned to leave. “I’ll tell them you left before me, so you can do whatever your noble stupidity has planned.”

Ginny watched him leave and then turned in shock to Neville and Seamus. She could hardly believe what had just happened.

Had Andrew Harper just warned them?

Had he started to overstep that line between the soon to be Death Eaters and the rest of them?

Was there more to him that met the eye?

There was definitely more to his sister but he was a Slytherin. No, that should not matter.

And hadn’t she just asked him to join the D.A.?

Neville and Seamus had similar looks on their faces--looks of shock and amazement. They could hardly believe what she had just done either.

“Did you just invite a Slytherin to join the D.A.?” Seamus questioned.

“He’s not the same as the rest of them,” Ginny said softly, “besides we need to get to work in here before they come back.”

She whispered the word ‘resistance’ to one of the bits of parchment that she had pulled out of her pocket. She was still not sure herself why she had done that, probably because of what Fred had said her at Christmas but she didn’t have enough reason to justify her actions. She dropped the parchment on the floor and started to run. The three of them had barely reached the door as the swamp took over the room.

Neville grinned at her as she locked the door. “Let that sick git find that only when he comes into class.”

Performing Disillusionment charms over themselves, they darted through the castle, letting off several more Portable Swamps, a couple of Dungbombs and many, many fireworks as they made their way back up to the Room of Requirement.

The noise in the Room of Requirement was deafening. The whole of the D.A. seemed to be celebrating, the Nifflers had gone into the Carrows’ offices without a problem, and Ernie had managed to get up to Snape’s office after the Headmaster had run out to the chaos and placed two Nifflers in there. Only Professors McGonagall, Flitwick and Slughorn’s classrooms were not under Portable Swamps. They had used every single Weasley Wizard Wheezes products that they had. Fireworks were shooting throughout every corridor, bouncing off every crevice of each of the many walls of the castle. Other corridors were plunged completely into darkness with the help of Peruvian Instant Darkness powder.

“We did it!” Demelza yelled as Ginny made her way further into the room. “The castle is in chaos!”

“Yeah, we did.” Ginny smiled back at her friend as she made her way closer to her.

“It’s even better than Fred and George’s strike on Umbitch.” Ginny felt her smile grow into an almost genuine one at Ritchie’s words. “And, they deserve so much more.”

“I’m not going to argue with that,” she told the pair of them and even forced a small laugh as she continued, “they even make me miss the bitch. The only problem is we are now out of everything we have. Its lucky it’s the Easter holidays soon as I’m going to have to try and get so many more products if we want to keep going until the end of the school year.”

The party continued well into the early morning and it was nearly three o’clock when Ginny got back to her dorm. Another restless night’s sleep took the place of any rest as she saw image after image of people she knew dead and even heard the words of teenaged Tom Riddle taunting her about her stupidity as she stood over Harry’s dead body with nothing she could do to help him.

And there was no doubt about it, this time she did wake up her dormitory with her screams.

“NO!! HARRY! HARRY!” a panicked voice escaped into the air before she could stop it.

Cold tears flooded down her hot cheeks, stinging the cuts that she had on her face, just as they had done so many times before. Her breath was ragged as she let out her final quiet whisper, longing for him to hear her, “Harry!”

It had all been so real.

A good few minutes later, after a lot of deep, controlled breaths, her heart slowly managed to calm down and return to its normal pace. Staring around the room, she gradually began to come back to her senses. He was not dead, it was just a dream. If he had been killed she would have heard about it. The Daily Prophet would break that news, Voldemort’s ministry would want that known and the Hogwarts Death Eaters would enjoy crushing their spirits with that news.

She pulled herself into a sitting position. She didn’t want to sleep right now; she did not want to see all that again. She reached under her pillow and pulled out the worn photograph she had hidden there. Soft tears fell down her face as she watched Harry in the photograph grabbing her fifteen year old self around the waist and hugging her as he pulled her in for a kiss in one of those lost days that they had had down at the lake.

“Ginny,” Demelza whispered.

She looked up to see that Demelza, Elizabeth and Amy were all looking at her. Staring with those worried looks that she had seen in their eyes so many times, too many times this year.

“I’m fine,” she muttered.

“Ginny,” Amy pushed her, wanting another answer, none of them bought the ‘I’m fine’ excuse anymore.

“I’m fine,” she forced herself to reply, “It was just a dream.”

“That’s right,” Elizabeth agreed with her, “just a dream, Harry’s coming back, Ginny.”

“I know,” Ginny whispered.

“And he’s coming back for you.” Demelza added.

She just nodded. “You should all go back to sleep. We need to be awake to see what state the castle is in, in the morning.”

Ginny turned over to face Emma Buxton’s empty bed. Like so many times this year it had been much easier to look at Emma’s bed and imagine that she was safe in some other country than it was to look at her other dorm mates who were still here and in danger. Slowly her mind started to relax. The feeling of loneliness came flooding back to her and in the dark, she realised that no matter how helpful and supportive people had been, she was completely alone here.

“Come back, Harry,” she challenged him as she continued to look at the worn photograph. There he was, smiling back up at her like he didn’t have a care in the world, blissfully unaware of what was about to happen. “I’m not going to give up on you.”

In the morning, she used a concealment charm on the photo and went down to breakfast with her very worried looking friends. Luckily, she was able to distract them from herself quite easily as it was still very obvious that Hogwarts was still in chaos with fireworks still whizzing into the Great Hall and many of the classrooms still inaccessible.

Lessons were still cancelled and the school utterly distracted, when Fred’s owl Tugday appeared during breakfast on Saturday morning.

Hey, Spitfire,

How are you?

Things are as well as can be expected at home. First I should let you know that there is still no change with Ron, but we are still hopeful. People have got through worse than this. Mum’s still frantic and she’s putting together all types of plans to go on holiday soon. And Dad is working so many hours at the Ministry he’s coming home really drained. There is really no change either with Charlie or Bill and Fleur. George and I are okay, but the shop’s been much quieter since so many of our regular customers have disappeared.

School sounds interesting at the moment, so interesting that news of it has reached the wider world. There are lots of rumours flying round, not that you can believe many of them. Still it’s worth staying wary of it all. Bludgers are not just on the Quidditch pitch. We want you to still be here to help out as unpaid labour in the shop this summer and not end up like some of our customers.

Be careful, Ginny, and we really can’t wait to see you soon.

Your favourite brother,

Fred.

She carefully folded the letter and nodded at Neville who stood up straight away. Without saying a word to each other they headed past the fireworks that were still lingering, it appeared that the other Hogwarts professors were still unwilling to help clean them up, and up several flights of stairs.

Neville followed her into the Room of Requirement and she passed over the letter and waited very impatiently for him to finish reading it. Patience was a very overrated quality in her opinion. Neville took a full three minutes to read the letter, and maybe even reread it but it felt like it took a full half hour.

“Well,” she said as soon as he placed the letter down, “What do you think? Not just about this. I mean, there’s Harper too. Are they after us? And I don’t mean like they have been, I mean like they were with Luna.”

“Let’s find out,” he said as he reached over to the pot of Floo Powder that had just appeared above the fireplace, “call them.”

She sank down to the fire and threw the Floo Powder in there seconds before placing her head in the fire. The flames swam around her head as she uttered ‘Ninety-Three Diagon Alley.’

“Fred, George,” she called.

“Ginny,” George’s voice came back even before he sank to the fire, “what the hell are you doing here?”

“Talking to you,” she said with a small grin.

“You’re in the Room of Requirement, right?”

She eyed him suspiciously. “What do you know?”

“Well when we were in Hogsmeade yesterday, we ended up in the Hogs Head for a couple,” George said as she nodded, encouraging him to continue. “All the Death Eater talk was about the Weasley girl and the Longbottom boy, especially after last week. You need to be very careful; they’re just waiting for final proof. You’re just lucky you had detention the last time. They’re coming for you and they want to shut you up.”

“Got it,” she nodded.

“Mum’s doing her nut. She wants to run away with you during the holidays and she nearly has Dad convinced. He thinks it’s just a matter of time until all this is revealed, anyway.” He paused before he continued in a serious unGeorge sounding voice. “Things are bad, Ginny.”

“Just tell them I’m okay,” she urged.

“I will do as long as you stay okay. We’re worried. Help us out a little and ease that worry. Just remember, there’s a time for pranks and a time for care,” George spoke in a more serious tone than he had ever used before. “We’ll see you soon and look after yourself, okay?”

“Yeah, see you soon,” Ginny repeated.

Her head was still spinning when she finally turned to face Neville. Yes, she was brave or at least she thought she was but there were very different types of bravery. Reacting was one thing, she was good at that. She could instantly jump into the action without thought but this was different. This was new and a much more grown up form of bravery. They were now about go head on into the battle knowing exactly what was on the cards. This was so much harder.

Nothing would change what they were doing; they just needed a good plan.

She looked directly at Neville. Her look must have said it all though as he just nodded back at her and she found herself quietly whispering as if even trying to hide the words from the Room of Requirement. “What do we do now?”

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