Ernie Macmillan, who had been sitting remarkably straight-backed throughout the entire discussion, cleared his throat.
"Well, personally, I think the Ministry's behaviour has been appalling."
Calli looked towards him.
There it was.
The Wizengamot speech voice.
She caught Fred's eye and immediately knew he'd thought exactly the same thing.
His mouth twitched.
Calli subtly shook her head.
Don't.
Fred looked wounded.
Ernie continued, talking about the Ministry's refusal to accept what had happened at the end of the previous year, the attacks on Harry and Dumbledore through the Prophet, and now their increasing interference at Hogwarts.
"For once, Macmillan and I completely agree." Calli murmured.
Ernie glanced at her.
"For once?"
"Nothing."
Hermione leaned forward.
"It's worse than that."
The conversations around the tables quietened again.
"The Ministry thinks Dumbledore is building a secret army."
Calli blinked.
Around the room, nearly everyone seemed equally stunned.
Someone snorted.
"What?"
"An army?"
"Of students?"
Hermione nodded.
"They think he's preparing people here at Hogwarts so that he can mobilise them against the Ministry."
There was a moment of complete silence.
Then Calli laughed.
She couldn't help it.
"Fudge really has lost his mind."
"Well, that makes sense." Said a dreamy voice from nearby. "After all, Cornelius Fudge has got his own private army."
Calli's laughter stopped.
She knew that voice.
She turned.
Luna Lovegood was sitting nearby with the same serene expression she'd worn throughout most of the meeting.
Calli remembered her.
More specifically, she remembered nearly being discovered by her while in Thestral form.
Luna could see them.
Calli had been considerably more careful about where she transformed ever since.
Harry stared at Luna.
"What?"
"Yes." Luna replied solemnly. "He's got an army of Heliopaths."
Calli slowly looked at Fred.
Fred looked at George.
George looked at Lee.
Lee took a very long sip of Butterbeer.
"What's a Heliopath?" Lucy whispered.
Stella shrugged.
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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...
