❝How about we keep that back-up murder thing as a plan B, yeah?❞
In which the girl who just wanted a fun adventure regrets all of her life decisions.
BOOK ONE!
started: 28th july, 2020
finished: 26th december, 2022
[Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fi...
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"SO YOU WANT US to figure out a way for Harry to speak with Sirius? As if it's not breaking about fifty school rules and laws?" said Hermione.
Sitting in the common room while Harry had gone for a shower, Viola thought this conversation might have gone a bit better. She had been practising the conversation in her head all day, words selected perfectly to convince them to help. But... evidently her accumulation of words had not ended up as potent as intended.
"Yes...?"
"Viola!" said Hermione. "We only recently got caught with the D.A., Dumbledore left, and," she lowered her voice even further, "Sirius is still made out to be a mass murderer. Owls are being intercepted, we can't leave the school and he can't leave the house."
"He does have the dog disguise going for him, though," said Ron. He had listened in while Viola talked to Hermione, though kept quiet as he watched the fire.
"It's too risky. And remember at the start of the year? Malfoy insinuated that he knows about it."
"Come on," Viola urged. "You've seen the mood Harry's been in for a while. I talked to him about it and the only thing that's going to get him out of it is a talk with Sirius."
Hermione sighed, finally closing over the book in her lap that she had been reading before Viola brought up the topic at hand. "We can't risk our own expulsion and Sirius's capture just to make Harry a little happier, or so you can impress him or—"
"Impress him?" Viola repeated, face scrunching at the phrase.
"What does she want to impress him for?" asked Ron, eyebrows furrowing as he looked between the two of them.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "You know what I'm talking about—"
"I don't," Ron interrupted.
"— and no, I'm sorry, but it's much too dangerous to even think about—"
"What are you lot whispering about?" a new voice cut her off; Fred and George had made their way over to their spot in the corner.
"Ah, excellent, are you forming the D.A. back up again?" asked George, smiling broadly as he shoved Ron over to make space to sit on the arm of the chair. "I've missed getting to hex Smith and pretend it was an accident."
"Might want to choose who's allowed in more carefully, though," said Fred, leaning against the back of the sofa Viola was on. "Can't have a repeat of Edgecombe blabbing about us."
"We're not reforming it!" Hermione got her words out before either of the other two could reply. "Honestly, you all need to realise that we have to lie low for a bit, or else we'll be in much worse trouble than we currently are."
