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y/n diore is a beautiful, bright girl born into a dark family. One evening, she receives news that she thinks is just terrible. At least, until a couple months later when she doesn't think so anymore. Follow y/n through her happiest...
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Hermione had came up with a clever method of communicating the time and date of the next DA meeting to all the members.
"You see the numerals around the edge of the coins?" Hermione said, holding one up for examination at the end of our fourth meeting. "On real galleons that's just a serial number referring to the goblin who cast the coin. On these fake coins, though, the numbers will change to reflect the time and date of the next meeting. The coins will grow hot when the date changes, so if you're carrying them in a pocket you'll be able to feel them. We take one each, and when harry sets the date of the next meeting he'll change the numbers on this coin, and because I've put a protean charm on them, they'll all change to mimic his."
A blank silence greeted hermione's words. She looked around at all the faces upturned to her, rather disconcerted.
"Well - I thought it was a good idea." She said uncertainly. "I mean, even if umbridge asked us to turn out our pockets, there's nothing fishy about carrying a galleon, is there? But...well, if you don't want to use them-"
"You can do a protean charm?" Terry boot cut her off.
"Yes."
"You can't?" I arched an eyebrow at him.
"But that's...that's NEWT standard, that is." He said weakly.
"Oh." Hermione mumbled. "Oh...well...yes, I suppose it is."
"How come you're not in ravenclaw?" He demanded, staring at hermione with something close to wonder. "With brains like yours?"
"Well, the sorting hat did seriously consider putting me in ravenclaw during my sorting," Hermione said brightly. "but it decided on gryffindor in the end. So, does that mean we're using the galleons?"
"Yes, we are." I grabbed one from the basket and shoved it in my pocket. Now I just need to make sure I don't spend it.
"You know what these remind me of?" Harry said to hermione.
"No, what's that?"
"The death eaters' scars. Voldemort touches one of them, and all their scars burn, and they know they've got to join him."
My mind flashed back to the scar on my parents and xavier's arm. I thought about how it stood out against their pale skin. I tried to picture one on my arm and a shiver ran down my spine.
"Well...yes," Hermione said quietly. "that is where I got the idea...but you'll notice I decided to engrave the date on bits of metal rather than on our members' skin."
"Yeah... I prefer your way." Harry slipped his galleon into his pocket. "I suppose the only danger with these is that we might accidentally spend them."
"Fat chance." Ron said, who was examining his own fake galleon with a slightly mournful air. "I haven't got any real galleons to confuse it with."
