Chapter 29: Dumbledore's Army

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"Why no Slytherins? They need to know how to defend themselves too!" I stated angrily. 

"I think you're forgetting about the fact that 50% of the people in Slytherin are children of death eaters!" Harry argued back. 

"NOT ALL DEATH EATERS ARE FROM SLYTHERIN! And not all Slytherins are assholes! They have good qualities, like ambition! And not all Gryffindors are angels! You and I are PERFECT examples of that!" I retort back. 

"Oh is this all because of your dear old boyfriend, Mattheo?" He mocked. 

"MAYBE IT IS! At least I'm not judging people based on their houses!" 

"GOD! Either you join as one of the teachers and follow the terms, or you don't do it at all, THAT'S FINAL!" With that, Harry stomped away, leaving me in a fit of rage. GOD! WHY ARE PEOPLE SO STUPID OVER THINGS OTHERS CAN'T CONTROL?  I try to ignore it and just try to convince myself that they're just being paranoid. Not everything can be centralized around my opinions, but that doesn't mean I can't be angry about it. 

The next day: 

I began walking with Harry, Hermione, and Ron into Hogsmeade. We tried to act as discreet as possible as we navigated further and further away from the main stores at Hogsmeade. We eventually made it to the empty building and waited. Within minutes, multiple people from all houses, except Slytherin of course, snuck in.  

Once everyone was settled down, everyone was just kind of awkwardly silent for a minute before Harry began speaking. 

"So... uhm, as you guys know, this is for kind of, a class. Because... we aren't getting proper education. And now that you guys have seen first hand, the death eaters, the violence, it's now more than ever important to learn to defend ourselves. Which is why, me and my sister Snow have agreed that it is right for us to teach you what we know. We've learned a lot during the summer, and we want to share our knowledge with you." Harry finished and stepped back, awaiting questions. They immediately started coming. 

"Where and when will the meetings be held?" A Hufflepuff asked. 

"We are looking for the Room of Requirement," I stated. 

"What's that?" Someone asked. 

Hermione jumped in to explain. "It's a room that shows up in your time of need, equipped with what you require. Once we find that, the meetings will hopefully be 2-3 times a week." 

"What makes YOU two so qualified? " 

"I won records at my old school, me and Harry have first hand fought death eaters, and we study advanced defense against the dark arts. Look, if anyone doesn't trust us, you can just get the hell out," I snap. Everyone remained silent after that. Oops. 

"Anyways, sign up sheets are up here, for when we have meetings," Harry awkwardly said. Everyone began shuffling and multiple people signed up. I stomped my way out, ignoring Ron calling back for me. 

"Fucking stupid people acting like they aren't fucking stupid! URGH!" I kicked some of the snow that was building up tried breathing. Once I finished my tiny temper tantrum, I started freezing. I wrapped my arms around myself and began walking to Hogwarts. I was shivering and my cheeks felt numb while I made my way up to the building. Even when I finally arrived into the warmth of the building, I still shivered. Nah, screw this, I'm not going to remain bored in my dorm while everyone else is at Hogsmeade. 

On my way to Mattheo's dorm, I kept on contemplating on how unfair everything was. Now, don't go ahead and tell me life isn't fair, I'm aware. That doesn't mean I have to be happy with that fact. 

I mean, it's unfair that Mattheo's little sister had to mature so quickly, it's unfair that Slytherins are being discriminated against, it's unfair that I can't see Sky anymore, it's unfair that I have to go to school with my fucking abuser Tyler. Everything is just unfair. This wasn't me being sad over how unfair everything was, it was me being angry.  After what felt like forever, I finally made it in front of his dorm and knocked. No, banged on the door. After what seemed like hours, he finally came to the door. 

"You could just knock like a normal person Snow," he said, trying to suppress his laugh.  

I keep walking forward into his dorm, ignoring him and flopping onto the bed. "Sorry, but you weren't answering the door." 

"Cause I was changing?" He said. 

"Whatever," I said. I still felt cold so I huddled into the fetal position on my side in an attempt to warm up. 

"That bad of a day, huh?" He stated while coming over to the bed. 

"Horrible." 

He lays down next to me and gently pulls me into his arms. "Wanna talk about it?" 

I look up and him and slightly scooch so I can have a better look at him. "Why are you so freaking perfect?" 

He scrunches his eyebrows in confusion while looking at me. "Wha-" 

"Like, you're so sweet, like getting me gifts, hugging me, asking how my day was, being a therapist and shit, and I feel like I'm not putting in enough effort!" My face starts forming into a pout. "You need to be more shitty." A small smile is on Mattheo's face. "Don't you dare start laughing!" 

"I- I'm not!" I can feel him shivering from trying not to laugh and he just begins bursting into laughter. "Why are you like this, Snow?" 

I tried to put on my best fake offended face. "B- BUT IT'S TRUE! You make me feel bad about myself like that Mr.Riddle!" He starts laughing again, not even trying to hide it. I groan in frustration but then I too begin laughing, it was funny after all. 

"Your attempt to distract me was admirable. Seriously, what happened." 

Ah man. 

"We are doing a Defense against the Dark Arts class,  me and Harry, and no Slytherins are allowed to join and it's SO stupid! Like, they're discriminating JUST because of their houses." I'm no longer feeling as happy. 

"It sucks, but it makes sense Snow, knowing your brother." He holds me even closer, if possible. "Just help the people who signed up because otherwise that would just be petty." I sigh and nod into his chest. 

"Still, it's annoying." 

I can practically feel him smiling. 

Sorry for the long wait!!! I binge watched Ginny and Georgia season 1 so I could watch season 2. It's a good show but Ginny annoys the living hell out of me istg. 




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