𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞 || 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐲

Chapter 62

DUMBLEDORE'S ARMY

" Why doesn't Ginny treat me like
that? "

- Ronald Weasley.

" Why would anyone want to learn from me? I'm a nutter, remember? "

Y/n snorted, throwing her hand around Harry's shoulder and tugging him closer. " Don't mind it, nutter. Everyone will! "

" Thanks. " Harry said dryly, kicking a pile of snow. After they had decided Harry would teach them how to defend themselves, word had spread around and all Y/n had to do was wait for Hogsmeade trip for a meeting.

December was around and snow was piling up on the grounds, icicles hanging off of the various spots of the castle and the crunchy snow making sounds under their boots as the four walked.

" Don't worry, mate. You can't be worse than that toad. " Ron grinned and Y/n giggled. " Thanks, Ron. "

Harry sassed again and they reached an old pub. " Hogs-Head? " Hermione nodded. " Let's go, than. "

Harry reluctantly opened the door and led the way. Y/n instantly grimaced at the amount of dirt in the pub. She swished her wand and cleaned a few seats, before sitting down.

" Anything? " The grumpy man asked and Y/n shook her head, " No, thanks. " The other three agreed immediately.

Soon, people started to arrive and Y/n grinned at Harry, who was glaring at her. " A few? This is your definition of a few? "

Y/n smiled sympathetically. " If it helps you anyhow, I'll be your assistant. " She giggled and Harry sighed, trying to fight a smile.

Hermione stood up and cleared her throat. " Hi. So we all know why we're here. We need a teacher. A proper teacher. One who has a real experience defending themselves against the dark arts. "

" Why? "

" Because You-Know-Who's back, you tosspot! " Ron snapped and Y/n bit her lip to keep herself from laughing.

" So he says. " The boy argued and Y/n frowned.

" So Dumbledore says. "

" So Dumbledore says because he says. " He cut Hermione off and Y/n shifted in her seat. " The point is, where's the proof? "

" If Potter could tell us more about how Diggoey got killed? " Another boy spoke up and Y/n stood up, " Why? Is that all why you're here for? To know some recent gossip? "

She snapped, her eyes dangerously cold and the boy gulped. " The door is open if anyone wants to leave. We're not talking about Cedric Diggory here! "

" Beth, sit down. " Harry sighed, tugging her back. " We just want to know how he died. "

" If you're here to talk about Cedric, you might as well clear out! " Harry said, finally standing up and turning to Hermione. " Come on, Hermione! They think I'm some sort of freak-"