Chapter XXIV

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'Are you absolutely certain about this Mrs. Granger?' Professor McGonagall asked, sitting rigid behind her desk.

'Yes.' Hermoine sighed, glancing toward Harry. 'I've made my decision.'

'Closing the school will do more harm than good. We can't show any weaknesses, especially now that the giant army is looking for exactly that.' Harry explained. 'They're gaining supporters every day, we can't let them think we've lost hope.'

There was a long pauze in which Professor McGonagall seemed to consider their perspective.

'You do realise, Mrs. Granger and Mr. Potter, that I cannot ensure the safety of every single student in this school .' She stated in a very serious matter.

'I do.' Hermoine firmly nodded once. 'But we've found a solution for just that.'

'I, together with some other volunteers, will guard this school for however long this situation is present.' Harry explained.

'Surely the ministry will miss it's head auror, will it not?' McGonagall questioned.

'We've arranged everything.' Hermoine chimed in. 'It shall not be a problem.'

'As long as you can provide us with sleeping arrangements, we will do our duty to our old school and protect it.' Harry smiled softly.

'very well then.' The headmistress nodded. 'Welcome back to Hogwarts, mister Potter.'

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The Hogwarts express had left from King's Cross Station about an hour ago now.

Diane had boarded feeling slightly uncomfortable, keeping her eyes fixed on the ground.

There were adults previously unknown to her stationed at every entrance of the large train.

She had looked back at the Station's walls before boarding, glancing at the ministry approved flyers. They explained the added security measures and assured the public that the whole affair was in the ministry's control.

Diane wasn't so sure she believed all of that, especially looking at the worried faces of their new protectors. Most of them were lined with exhaustion and the bags under their eyes told another story than that displayed on the brownish leaflets.

This was the first time Diane was actually scared to reside in Hogwarts for the rest of the year. The nervous tingles of excitement she had felt previous years were replaced by cold feelings of dread.

'Do you know where they'll all be staying?' Diane glanced up from the window, nervously questioning her friends about everything they knew.

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