Beetle in a Jar
The tension in their compartment had settled.
Not gone.
But quieter.
Like something they had all silently agreed to carry, whether they liked it or not.
"There's nothing in the paper." Stella huffed, flipping a page of the Daily Prophet with more force than necessary. "Not a single mention."
She had already read it cover to cover.
Three times.
"They're hiding it." Lucy muttered darkly from beside her. "Of course they are."
Stella's lips pressed into a thin line.
"Not even a mention of-"
She stopped herself.
Didn't say his name.
Didn't need to.
Calli looked away for a moment.
"I'm going to grab something from the trolley." She said, pushing herself to her feet. "Anyone want anything?"
"I'll come."
"Same."
Fred and George spoke at the exact same time.
Calli didn't even bother arguing.
"Of course you are." She muttered, but there was no bite to it.
The three of them stepped out into the corridor.
The train swayed slightly beneath their feet as they moved.
"Too late now, Potter!"
They froze.
The voice carried down the corridor before they even saw him.
"Now that the Dark Lord's back! Mudbloods and Muggle lovers will be first-"
Calli's grip tightened on her wand.
"Well, second. Diggory was first-"
That was enough.
She didn't hesitate.
Her wand was already up.
Light exploded in the narrow corridor, spells firing from multiple directions at once.
Blinding.
Sharp.
Fast.
A beat of silence followed.
Three bodies hit the floor.
Draco Malfoy, Vincent Crabbe, and Gregory Goyle lay in a tangled heap, all knocked out.
Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger stood in the compartment with their wands raised.
Breathing hard.
Eyes blazing.
"Interesting effect." George said casually, putting his wand away.
"Who used the Furnunculus Curse?"
"Me." Harry said.
"Odd." Fred added, clearly more amused than concerned as he stepped forward, nudging one of the bodies lightly with his foot.
"I used Jelly-Legs." George continued, peering down. "Looks like they shouldn't be mixed."
Malfoy let out a weak groan.
Fred grimaced.
"Well, let's not leave them here." He said. "They don't add much to the decor."
Harry, Ron, and George began shoving the unconscious trio back into their compartment, none of them particularly gentle about it.
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Callidora ☆ Fred Weasley
FanfictionCallidora Nott has always known exactly what is expected of her. As the daughter of one of Britain's oldest pure-blood families, her future has already been carefully planned; alliances, power, and a life shaped by tradition she never chose. At home...
