Solangelo at Hogwarts

Students, and Death Eaters, and Propecies, OH MY!

Me, bursting out of the ground: HELLO, GUESS WHAT I'M NOT DEAD!
Nico, who is very mad because I WAS dead: get back in the underworld—
Will: aw, come on darlin', let her write her story
Nico, who is now very flustered because Will called him darlin': O-okay
Me: *typing furiously on my tablet while also watch the adorableness of Solangelo* I OWN NOTHING

(Just a quick thing, if you've decided to give Glee a try here is a warning that there is a LOT of cringe and questionable things, but it makes up for it, mostly)

(Harry) (if it's underlined then it's copied directly from Order of the Phoenix)

"Very good, Potter. Now turn around, nice and slowly, and give that to me."

We spun around and saw black shapes emerging out of thin air, Death Eaters. The blocked the exits and pointed their wands at us, Ginny gave a gasp of horror.

"To me, Potter." repeated the drawling voice of Lucius Malfoy as he held out his hand, palm up.

My insides plummeted sickeningly. We were trapped and outnumbered two to one.

(GUYS, I JUST FOUND OUT I'M #61 IN solangelo AND I HAVE NO IDEA HOW BUT THANK YOU :D)

"Not good, not good, not good." I heard Luna mumble, she seemed to be fiddling with her radish earrings. (Which hid her weapons)

"Where's Sirius?" I asked.

Several of the Death Eaters laughed. A harsh female voice from the midst of the shadowy figures to my left said triumphantly, "The Dark Lord always knows!"

"I want to know where Sirius is!" I said, drawing my wand from my coat pocket. "You've got him,"
more chuckles from the Death Eaters. "He's here. I know he is."

I quietly told the others not to do anything yet, in hopes we could perhaps make some sort of trade, the Prophecy for Sirius. No one's going to die. I told myself, picturing once again Cedric's lifeless body. Not today.

"You hear him? You hear him? Giving instructions to the other children as though he thinks he's fighting us?" The woman's voice said again.

"We can make a trade." I said, holding the prophecy as if to drop it. "Sirius for the prophecy."

More laughter.

"It's time you learned the difference between life and dreams, Potter," said Malfoy. "Now give the the prophecy or we start using wands."

I pointed my wand wand at the mass of evil wizards, I saw the others do the same, looking determined.
But the knot in my chest tightened. If Sirius was not really here, I had led my friends to their deaths for no reason at all...

But the Death Eaters did not strike.

"You have three seconds to hand over the prophecy and no one will get hurt," said Malfoy, coolly.

It was my turn to laugh.

"Yeah, right!" I said. "I give you this—prophecy, is it? And you'll just let us skip off home, will you?"

Malfoy growled and the girl seemed to have had enough. "Accio Proph—"

But before she could finish, Hermoine shouted "Protego!" (Technically, Harry's supposed to do it but meh) and the glass had only slipped slightly from my fingers instead of flying to the Death Eater.

"I TOLD YOU, NO!" Lucius Malfoy roared at the woman. "If you smash it—"

My mind was racing. I had no interest in this dusty glass sphere. I just wanted to get everyone out of here alive, make sure that none of my friends paid a terrible price for my stupidity.

The woman stepped forward, away from her fellows, and pulled off her hood. Azkaban had hallowed Bellatrix Lesteange's face, making it gaunt and skull-like, but it was alive with a feverish, frantic glow.

"You need more persuasion? she cooed before snarling to her fellow Death Eaters, "take the smallest one. Let him watch as we torture the little girl. I'll do it."

I felt the others close around Ginny. I stepped sideways so that I was right in front of her, the prophecy held up to my chest.

"You'll have to smash this if you want to attack any of us," I told Bellatrix. "I don't think your boss will be too pleased if you come back without it, will he?"

She fumed silently, the tip of her tongue moistened her thin lips as she calmed herself.

"So," I said, "what kind of prophecy are we talking about anyway?"
I could not think of what to do but keep talking. Neville's arm was pressed up against mine, surprisingly he wasn't shaking.

"What kind of prophecy?" repeated Bellatrix, the grin fading from her face. "You jest, Harry Potter."

"Nope, not jesting." I said, my eyes flickering from Death Eater to Death Eater, looking for a weak link, a space through which they could escape. "How come Voldemort wants it?"

Several of the Death Eaters let out low hisses.

"You dare speak his name?" whispered Bellatrix.

"Yeah, I've go problem saying Vol—"

"Shut your mouth!" Bellatrix shrieked. "You dare speak his name with your unworthy lips, you dare besmirch it with your half-blood's " Luna and Neville flinched. "tongue, you dare—"

"Did you know he's a half-blood too?" I said recklessly. Hermoine gave a little moan in his ear. "Voldemort? Yeah, his mother was a witch but his was a Muggle— or has he been telling you lot he's a pureblood?"

At that Bellatrix screamed a spell, that Malfoy blocked, making it hit two other prophecies on the shelves. Now I though while they're distracted.
I smashed the prophecy on the ground, Bellatrix wailed and the other gasped. "NOW!" I shouted, "DESTORY THE PROPECIES.
And that's when it all dissolved into mayhem.