The Blood Traitor || Oc x Oc

Professor Dumbledore's Diversion

Dante arrived at the Room of Requirement rather early. Ever since he saw the same picture of his parents together with him as a small baby, he couldn't help but wonder if what his parents would think of him nowadays. 

Would they be proud? Or would they be disappointed in his actions? 

Harry joined him moments later and noticed the young boy staring at his parent's picture lovingly, a look of longing on his face. 

"Dante?" Harry asked cautiously in hopes to not scare the boy. 

Dante only smiled softly as he continued to stare longingly at the moving picture of his parents. A sigh finally left his lips as he prepared himself to tell Harry his parent's history. 

"Thirteen years ago, a woman by the name of Bellatrix Lestrange was with Barty Crouch Jr and joined him in torturing my father and the Longbottoms before my father was personally killed by Voldemort. Three years later, my mother died from grief, leaving me orphaned. I went to live with the Malfoy's for the rest of my life and, during that time, I went through a great deal of torture by my Aunt Bellatrix. But something kept me alive during the days she tortured me constantly. I'm quite proud to be Aurora and Aurelius' son. Although . . . . I'm not sure if I want my story to come out just yet. I just want to make my parents proud, y'know?" 

"I'm sure they're proud of you for everything that you've done so far, Dante," Harry reassured him, his voice sincere. "We'll make sure of that." 

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"Make it a powerful memory," Harry instructed. "The happiest that you can remember. Allow that to fill you up. Then try and cast that spell and make a full Patronus." 

"Expecto Patronum!" said Seamus. 

Nothing. Only wisps of white-blue mist came from his wand instead. 

"Keep trying, Seamus. You're doing a great job," Sera called out. She then continued, "A full-bodied Patronus is the most difficult to make, but shield-forms can be as equally as useful against a variety of opponents. Excellent, Dante!" 

Dante's Patronus turned out to be a fox. Once his Patronus had disappeared, he turned to face Sera and grinned broadly. But shortly after, his smile faded when the chandelier above him began to shake violently. 

Sera furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, turning to the mirror. The wall continued to shake before the mirror in front of them crashed to the floor, shattering the mirror in front of them. Sera cautiously approached the broken mirror, her wand gripped tightly in her hand. Dante, who was right next to her, peered through the crack made by the rumbling noises. 

 "I'll make sure to put an end to this," she said triumphantly. "Bombarda Maxima."

Sera's eyes widened. Just in time, Sera shoved Dante to the side in order to protect him. When the debris had faded and they were able to see clearly, Sera's stomach dropped when she noticed that Cho Chang had been dragged into the group by the Inquisitorial Squad. Draco Malfoy had been the one who dragged her in, and she noticed that he had a triumphant look on his face. 

"Get them!" Professor Umbridge hissed. 

Crabbe and Goyle strode forward grabbed Dante by the arms while Sera was being grabbed by some other Slytherins. who jeered at her. Through the corner of her eye, Sera could see Dante fighting against Crabbe and Goyle, struggling to let himself loose from their unusually tight grip. Finally, as a result for Dante trying to escape, Crabbe slapped him across the face. 

Sera gasped in horror. She was sure that the slap would leave a mark by the evening. When his face was in Sera's view, she could see that he had a cut lip. Blood slowly oozed from it, making her sick with anger. 

"Don't hurt him! Don't you dare hurt him!" Sera immediately defended. She struggled against the Slytherin's students grip, only to have Goyle point his wand at her, making Sera stand still. 

"Stay still, or else your boyfriend will get worse," Goyle growled, aiming the wand at his neck, threatening the innocent boy. 

They were lead to Professor Dumbledore's office. Sera knew that Professor Dumbledore was on their side and that he would somehow cover up for them, in some way. 

At least, she hoped he would. 

"You see, Cornelius?" Professor Umbridge simpered as she handed him the list of the D.A. members. Sera, in the meanwhile, was shoved over towards Percy Weasley, who handled her and Dante with no mercy. "Thirty-three of these student have signed up for this. And look at this! Dumbledore's Army. I told you, Minister, that they were planning to plot against the Ministry. And now, here's the proof." 

"No, Minister!" Harry pleaded. "Dumbledore had nothing to do with this! It was me and my sister's idea!" 

"Quiet!" Goyle growled, grinning gloatingly. 

"I appreciate you for standing up to me, Harry and Sera. But, if the slip reads correctly, as you can see, it says Dumbledore's Army. Not the Potter Twins' army. I had instructed the twins to form this army for me. The real meeting was tonight. I wanted to see how many students the twins could get for me so that I can train them, myself." 

"So you were planning to overthrow the Ministry. Weren't you?" Cornelius Fudge hissed. 

"Evidently, yes." 

"How dare you!" Professor Umbridge growled. 

"Kingsley? Take Professor Dumbledore to Azkaban, and he will await his trials for going against the Ministry." 

"Ah. But you see, Minister?" said Professor Dumbledore as he began to back away from the guards that began to advance on him. "I have no intention on going to Azkaban." 

"Seize him!" Professor Umbridge shrieked. 

Nothing happened, at first. Until Professor Dumbledore caught Sera's eye, and he winked knowingly at her. Sera knew at that moment, that Professor Dumbledore had a plan in mind. And she was right. 

Fawkes flew over, just in time. He collected Professor Dumbledore, and they vanished together, sending a forceful blast over the Ministry members and Slytherin students, leaving the rest of Dumbledore's Army standing. 

"Whoa," said Kingsley Shacklebolt in awe. To the Minister, he added, "You may not like him, Minister. But you've got to admit. Dumbledore's got style."