Our little secret

Chapter 64

"Potter, we're talking about hundreds of students---" "I know, Professor, but if Voldemort and the Death Eaters are concentrating on the school boundaries, they won't be interested in anyone who's Disapparating out of Hog's Head." "There's something in that," she agreed. She pointed her wand at the Carrows, and a silver net fell upon their bound bodies, tied itself around them, and hoisted them into the air, where they dangled beneath the blue-and-gold ceiling like two large, ugly sea creatures. "Come. We must alert the other Heads of House. You'd better put that Cloak back on."She marched toward the door, and as she did so she raised her wand. From the tip burst three silver cats with spectacle markings around their eyes. The Patronuses ran sleekly ahead, filling the spiral staircase with silvery light, as Professor McGonagall, Ophelia, and Luna hurried back down. They raced along the corridors, and one by one the Patronuses left them. Professor McGonagall's tartan dressing gown rustled over the floor, and Ophelia and Luna jogged behind her under the Cloak, stopping at the doors to the Great Hall.

She was about to open it when Harry appeared  "Together?" he asked smiling and she placed her hand on one handle, Harry's on the other. As they walked in, Ophelia couldn't help but notice the difference. She felt anger inside of her looking at evidence of how the Death eaters had ruined a place that made her truly, a place that her heart and memories would forever remain in. "Miss us Proffessor Sevvy?" Ophelia asked mockingly, relishing in the shock on Snape's face, she continued" Seems despite your exhaustive defensive strategies, you still have a bit of a security problem" Following the sounds of whispers and the doors closing, she met the eyes of Kingsley Shacklebolt, leading the Order into the hall "How dare you stand where he stood" Harry spoke up, disgust and anger evident in his voice "Tell them how it happened that night" Harry shouted, Ophelia couldn't help but look down when Severus looked at her briefly. She knew why he had to do it that night, he too was just following Dumbledore's orders but it gave him no right to betray him after his death, for a breif moment she thought maybe this was also part of Dumbledore's plan, but she dismissed it, as unreasonable as that old man was he wouldn't want this for Hogwarts.

"Tell them how you looked him in the eye, a man that trusted you and killed him" He shouted. Snape looked at him for a  while before taking a stance and holding his wand towards them. Before he could cast a spell, Mcgonagall stood in front of them, pushing them out of the way. The students along with Harry and Ophelia ran to the side of the hall.

McGonnagal threw a wandless fire spell at him, pushing him backward as he dodged them. The wizards behind him flew to the side. For a reason unknown to Ophelia, Snape turned into black smoke, flying through the window and soon blending with the darkness

"Coward" Professor McGonagall shouted. McGonagall walked to the pedestal on which  Snape once stood and using her wand, she lit the candles, and the silent hall was now consumed with joyful cheers from the students

But Ophelia's scar started to prickle intensely as she grabbed her chest and fell to the floor "Ophelia. Ophelia" she heard Voldemort's voice whisper to her, and her hand instinctively flew to her ears. She struggled to her feet with the help of McGonagall. She was coming back to her body when she heard a scream, she turned to one direction of a young Hufflepuff girl clasping her hands over her ears, another person soon broke out in screams, in the same position before 2 more screams 

"I know that many of you will want to fight" Voldemorts voice started to ring in her own head "Some of you may even think that it is wise. But this is folly. Give me Ophelia and Harry Potter. Do this and none shall be harmed. Give me the Potters and I will leave Hogwarts untouched. Give me the Potters and you will be rewarded. You have one hour" she squinted her eyes as the hall went quiet. Voldemort wasn't afraid of failure, but she wasn't either.