Riley Spade is the fifth member of the marauders. Her mind is full of ideas but also filled with worry. She looks like she has the perfect life; a loving family, life-long friends, good grades... It's all until the turning point of her life, war rag...
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3rd of October, 1977
"So, have you thought about it?" asked a voice behind Riley. She turned around fast, seeing the same brown-haired girl with constantly blinking dark eyes.
Lena smiled at Riley and then sat on the couch in the common room silently. Riley took a deep breath and sat next to the girl.
"Yes, I have," said Riley. "And I still won't do it."
"Okay," she said calmly. "I have something that might change your mind."
"What?"
"I talked to Dumbledore."
"I — what?" asked Riley in confusion. "Why would you do that?"
"Because I thought he'd be the one with common sense and help me," said Lena teasingly.
"Since when does trying to get yourself killed called 'common sense?'" asked Riley.
"I'm not trying to get anyone killed except for those bastards!" said Lena angrily as she checked if anyone was around, eavesdropping. "And I see you still haven't talked to Ralph Sherman."
"I'm not dumb, I won't confront him out of the blue and make him think I'm insane! But I do believe you on that one," Riley said quietly. "He's been acting strange since that day at the station — which I still don't know how you found out."
"If you don't believe me, go to Dumbledore," said Lena. "He'll show you."
"Show me?"
"Yeah, show you." Lena smiled. "Cauldron cakes."
***
Riley walked to Dumbledore's office. There was a large, ugly-looking gargoyle in the entrance, guarding. It wasn't moving or speaking. Riley knew the office required a password.
"Cauldron cakes?" she said quietly. The gargoyle started moving.
Riley entered the room, it was a large circular room with fun little noises coming from everywhere. There were many windows and portraits, they were eth previous headmasters of the school.
"Miss Spade," Dumbledore said from his desk. "I didn't think you would come, Miss Thatcher was very sure that you weren't convinced."
"That's why I came, sir. I'm not convinced," answered Riley.
"Well, come in," said Dumbledore softly. He walked over to a shelf-like-looking object. It was glowing, it was in the color of gold with many flasks. He turned it around, picking a flask from very behind.
Riley noticed there were names on each of the flasks. The one Dumbledore picked had 'Lena Thatcher' on it, written in neat cursive letters. Dumbledore slowly pulled something towards him.
