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Chapter 31: The Order of the Sphinx

Disclaimer: I’m not J.K Rowling. Therefore I don’t own Harry Potter

I’m just a university student who gets excited when she finds out the soft serve cones are only 30 cents now at MacDonalds. Yeah, that’s how broke I am. If I made money from this, I’d buy a family meal instead of one measly little cone.

Chapter 31: The Order of the Sphinx

One week after my monumental confrontation with Snape, things changed drastically.

I’d called a secret and private meeting of the Overseas Mission in our common room. None of my friends knew what we were doing but had all agreed to come. Well, technically I had ordered them there under pain of death and they took my threat seriously enough to know not to mess with me. They all came at the appointed time.

They were all presently staring at me as I swallowed nervously and shifted uncomfortably under their gazes. I was standing in front of the fire place, looking anxiously back at them as stared at me from their spots on the various arm chairs and the couch. Their expressions were a mixture of boredom, amusement and nervous anticipation.

Finally, Alice couldn’t hack the silence anymore and spoke up. “Oh come on Snotty, just tell us why you’ve called us all here. This has got to be important or otherwise you wouldn’t have bothered with the spectacle.” Alice snapped impatient as she drummed her fingers impatiently against the arm of the arm chair she was occupying.

I ran my fingers nervously through my hair. “Give me a second okay? I’m trying to figure out how to put what I want to say into words.” I said, nervously chewing on my lower lip as I bought myself a few moments more of time. I sucked in a huge breath and my eyes fluttered closed. I threw all caution to the wind and charged ahead.

“Alright. I called you all here because there’s something really serious I think we should discuss as a group.” I began, my eyes darting around the room to see if I had their attention. I did. I continued. “I’m sure you all remember that two weeks or so ago, Bellatrix Lestrange was finally charged for the attempted murder of the Longbottoms. On the day the word got out, the girls had a discussion.” I said, explaining my last words to the boys.

They seemed a bit shocked that they’d been left out, but it didn’t matter in essence, because they were about to find out what went down anyway. I turned to Jen, Ivy and Alice, directing my next words at them. “You remember how we came to the conclusion that when the time came we’d do our best to help right? Try and act proactively to help defeat the Death Eaters?” I asked warily.

I got cautious and curious nods in affirmation. “Good.” I said, pleased. “Because something’s come up recently that we can do; we’ve got a job.” I explained, letting out a gusty breath apprehensively. This was do or die; if my idea was going to work, they’d accept it instantly with a bang. But if they were hesitant, it would die a quick death and I’d be back at square one and be forced to go back to the drawing board.

I sent up a quick prayer that my crazy idea would pay off.

“Job? What are you talking about Anna?” Will asked baffled, head tilted to the side as he tried to figure it out. I ran my fingers through my hair again, knowing I’d have to explain myself better if I wanted to get an answer anytime soon. “Alright, let me explain.” I pleaded, my hands up beseechingly, urging them not to interrupt the forthcoming elucidation.

“Since holidays ended and school started up again, Dumbledore’s made an effort to keep in touch with me. Last year he seemed keen to almost ignore me, but now, things have changed. He’s been sending me book suggestions to read, academic documents released on various topics and actually telling me stories about the War. I-“ I began, but was swiftly cut off by Alice.