Part 18

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I groaned irritated as Hermione's otter flew around my head. We had been practicing them for the past two months and still no result for me. Everyone succeeded at least once. By the time of our fourth meeting I had given up. So here I was sitting in a corner, watching every member of the DA produce their patroni [spelling] and laughing as they made them do little tricks.

"You've given up, haven't you?" Neville asked as he came to stand next to my 'sulking spot' in the corner.

"If you came here to give me a speech about that everyone has happy memories you can leave because I already that that from Harry, Hermione, the twins and even from Ron. Although I think Hermione forced him to talk to me." I grumbled a bit irritated. Neville down with a bit of an ashamed look on his face.

"Don't you have any memories of before, you know, found out what you are?" He asked, whispering the last bit. I shook my head. "No, my father erased memories from before the casino."

Neville's expression turned shocked. "But-but that is terrible!" He whisper-shouted. "Aren't you freaking mad at your dad that he has done that?"

I shrugged, I had been mad at first but then I came to my senses. He did it to protect me and Bianca. Sure, it wasn't the best way to do it. But Hades didn't really know much about children. I stopped really blaming him after a while.

Neville's and my head shot up as something started to thump agains the door. Immediately all of the patroni disappeared and everyone turned towards the door with their wands ready to defend themselves if needed.

Harry slowly walked towards the door, only to be blasted back when the doors swung open. Some students cried out as he hit the wall opposite of the door. Others pointed their wands at the opening only to freeze in fear when they saw Umbridge standing there with her team of Slitherin and Filch.

Umbridge let out a satisfied annoying as fuck little laugh as her graze swept over the people in the room. "Well what is this?" She asked before her beady little eyes snapped over to Harry, who was slowly getting up with the help of Ginny and Hermione. "And why am I not surprised that you are part of this Mr. Potter?" Harry didn't answer and only glared at the toad like woman. Umbridge looked at the members of the D.A. again and let her gaze linger on me a bit before she walked over to the mirror where the list of members was hanging together with the wanted posters of the escaped death eaters. Umbridge snatched the list before marching towards Harry and gripping his upper arm.

"Mr. Potter, you're coming with me! The rest of you have detention tomorrow 6 pm in the great hall." She ordered before dragging Harry to who-knows-where. Filch let out a creepy laugh before grabbing a piece of parchment and a quill somewhere from his robes.

"Everyone, in a line! Quickly, the faster I can write your names down the faster I can think up some punishments for you." He grinned. I resisted the urge to scowl, the guy was even more cruel then the three furies put together.

After everyones name was noted by Filch who was muttering torture methods for every single student, we were send away to our common rooms escorted by some Slitherin prats. Most of the Gryffindor students went up to bed immediately, but I decided to wait for Harry with Ron and Hermione. It was half past twelve when Harry finally climbed through the portrait hole with a lost look on his face.

Ron and Hermione immediately jumped up and started to ask questions about what happened. Harry finally spoke after the storm of questions slowed down enough. "Dumbledore is on the run and Umbridge is the headmistress now. I'll answer the rest of your questions later. But I just want to sleep now" He said before making his way to his dorm and bed, Hermione and Ron following not long after him.

[a/n]

soo this is a new chapter. It is kind of short, but I'm kind of getting stuck with this chapter so I'll leave it at this. 

please vote and keep the comments nice

XOXO Herondale 

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