DOROTHEA {fred weasley}

forty four

Fred, George, and Lee stared around the Room of Requirement in shock, each shaking their heads in utter disbelief.

"How the fuck has Longbottom found this place and we haven't," Lee sighed.

"The one place..." Fred groaned.

"I didn't even believe it existed," said George.

"Imagine how much fun we could've had here, boys," Lee said flatly. "And now we only have another eight months."

"Least we'll be properly making the most of it, though," Fred said, looking over to where Ginny was helping Harry clear space for duelling.

"Did you see Umbridge's new notice earlier? No student clubs?" George asked. When the pair shook their heads he continued, "Hermione said Harry was paranoid that someone's told. He tried to point the finger at Vi but then Ollie said he's not even told her."

"Probably just a coincidence," Fred shrugged. "Not too surprising of a rule."

"We'll be fucked if anyone finds out about this," Ron sighed, appearing beside the three. "Absolutely fucked."

Hermione stood with her hands on her hips, "well, Ronald, I think we'll be more fucked if we come face to face with a death eater and can't fight them."

"Well said, Granger," George nodded, grinning at her. "When do we get started, Harry?"

The boy stuttered awkwardly and half-shrugged.

"Now?"

Fred grinned and clapped, pulling up a chair and sitting down in front of Harry, "off you go then, professor."

Harry groaned and rolled his eyes at the boy, turning to address everyone else, "well, I thought we could begin with expelliarmus. Simple disarming."

Zacharias Smith scoffed, "pretty sure I perfected that in third year."

"That's the only spell I used against Lord Voldemort," Harry responded coldly. "And it worked fine for me."

After an hour of duelling, with Hermione and Harry showing everyone up, the group left the Room of Requirement in small clusters, all in exceptionally high spirits, with everyone thanking Harry, and taking an enchanted coin from Hermione as they left to ensure secret communication.

"Bloody strong, isn't he?" George said to his brother, motioning to Harry.

"You'd hope so," Ron grumbled, "being the chosen one and everything."

Once the seventh years split off from the fifth years Fred turned to his brother, "would've been a great place to work on products."

"I know, not that we've struggled too much, eh Freddie?"

In Slytherin, Dorothea sat silently being lectured by Ezra about her detention with Dolores. Apparently he had found out from Clementine what the detention was about, and had convinced himself that Dorothea was absolutely set on embarrassing him. He angrily thrusted letters from her mother and Ezra's father. Clementine wrote how strong willed Dorothea was, that her magic was the most important thing, reassuring the boy that she knows her duty as a Rosier (but perhaps regards it as less important if she is to be a Nott), Barnaby wrote about control, control, control.

"My father thinks I can't control you," he said, raising his voice, pacing in front of where Dorothea sat, "and your mother is belittling the Nott name."

"She has a point," Dorothea smiled. "I was never this 'uncontrollable' until our marriage was announced."

"Why are you so against this, Thea? You have to marry someone, you've always known that, it's your duty as a pure blood woman."