✔️ 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓&𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 → 𝑓. 𝑤𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑦

27 | F I G H T

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you're a memory
I was calling
for the last time.
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   "A Slytherin? Are you gone as mad as they describe you?", a blonde Hufflepuff named Zacharias Smith snorted full of disgust, when Harry brought Lynnea to the Room of Requirement. "Why not going straight to Umbridge and let her give us dentention for the rest of our lives?"

   "She's okay", Harry said calmly, waving it off.

   "She's befriended with Malfoy and those suckers of Umbridge's Inquisitory bullshit", Angelina Johnson hissed, her eyes narrowed on Lynnea.

   "Would have been nice if you'd have asked for our opinion first", Cho Chang said in a small voice.

   "That's enough", Harry snapped. Running his fingers through his hair, he let his eyes sway over the crowd. "Lynnea is here on my invitation, she's on our side. She won't sell us."

   "It's okay, Harry, I can leave -"

   "You won't go anywhere", Fred chimed in. "You had more detention with Umbridge than all of us here counted together. So calm your tits, everyone."

   There was some mumbling, fierce whispers, but nobody dared to say another word. Lynnea examined the room, to give her eyes something to do, but immediately she flinched. There was a mirror hanging by the wall, and pinned on it was a photograph. Several people were staring back at her, smiling. Dumbledore, and Moody, Sirius and Remus. Lily and James Potter. She couldn't take her eyes off it, no matter how hard she tried.

   "Are you alright, love?"

   Fred's voice made her jerk around. "Yeah, 'course ... I'm fine." Still startled she stroke her hair out of her face.

   "What's that on your hand, Lynn?", Fred asked, raising an eyebrow.

   "Huh? Oh ... That's - that's nothing", she replied, trying to hide her hand, but Fred already had a tight grip around her wrist.

   "I must obey the system? What the bloody - Lynn, was that Umbridge?", he growled, his face frozen into a furious mask.

   "It's not that bad, really. Looks worse than it is ..."

   "I'll give her hell! Why haven't you told me?"

   "Because it's nothing", Lynnea sighed. "Really, Fred, don't cause a scene. I don't want you to get in trouble because of that."

   "Oh, you bet there'll be trouble ..."

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   From this moment on Fred insisted Lynnea to sit with the Slytherins again. At least she had no Problem with that, she was completely satisfied with the knowledge that Dumbledore's Army had taken up the fight against her, and Lynnea was part of it now.

   "Why haven't you told me before?", Lynnea asked Harry in a whisper during a Potions lesson. Harry bug-eyed. Of cousre it wasn't the best idea to talk about this in Snape's class, but it was the perfect mix of privacy, yet not being all alone with Harry. The other students were all busy with their potions, and even if Snape threw a quick gaze at Lynnea, he didn't say a thing, but walked over to Neville, who's cauldron was producing thick grey steam.

   "Well, I - I - Lynn -", Harry stammered and forgot to throw his daisy roots in his cauldron. Lynnea took a hand full and quickly put them in, as the liquids color had already started to turn bright red, but changed to an emerald green the second the roots touched the surface.