Madison Potter and the Deathly Hallows

Chapter 11: A New Hope

Madison Potter and the Deathly Hallows

Chapter 11: A New Hope

It was time for detention with Alecto Carrow, and I was not looking forward to it.

I mean, it was a detention, and I've never been scared of those before- but that was prior to her being here. I would usually probably end up scrubbing the trophies back then, but I was prepared to walk into a death trap now.

I knocked on the door, hesitantly, wondering if I should run away or actually go through with this. I had feeling that if I was to run away, there would be a punishment much worse than I was probably already going to receive.

The door opened suddenly and I slowly walked into the classroom.

"Hello?" I timidly asked, unsure of what was to come.

"Come in, Potter," Carrow's cold voice stated.

I gulped and began to walk towards the middle of the classroom.

"Sit down against the wall," she demanded.

I followed her instructions, and soon felt my arms be locked into shackles on the wall.

Carrow came up close to me; I could feel her breath in my face. I tried my hardest not to wince at the stench of her dragon breath, but I'm pretty sure that I was unsuccessful.

"You have such pretty locks, just like your mother.... do you know what happens to your hair when you die?" Carrow asked me.

I nodded slightly, "Eventually, it falls out."

"Let's give you a head start then. If it's shorter, you don't have much to loose... but if it's long, there's more to loose."

There was a moment of silence, and I closed my eyes, awaiting whatever punishment was coming towards me.

"DIFFINDO!" Carrow shouted.

A loud slashing sound filled my ears, and something tickled my skin. I opened up my green eyes only to find something red in front of me: my red locks.

Carrow untied the shackles along my wrists, and my arms were free from the wall. I ran my hands up from where my hair had once reached, which was at the middle of my back. My hands finally reached the ends of my hair, which was only a little below my ear on one side, and then a little longer on the other side.

I felt tears trickle down my face- my identity was gone. I was known for my long red hair- and Carrow had taken that away from me.

"Go back to your dormitory. Next time, it will be much worse that just chopping off your locks," Carrow sneered.

I got up as fast as I could, and ran out of the room. I scurried over to the Gryffindor dormitory, wanting to speak with Ginny.

I raced up the stairs and barged into the sixth year girls dormitory. I couldn't believe they most of my hair was gone, and sitting on the floor in Carrows classroom.

Tears stained my face as I flung onto her bed, startling her.

"Madison, what happened to your hair?" Ginny asked me, putting her book down on the nightstand and putting a comforting hand on my back.

"C-C-Carrow cut it off!" I sobbed before turning over to face her.

"Well, I personally think that the short hair is working for you. It looks really nice. Have you even looked in the mirror yet?" Ginny smoothly asked me.

I shook my head, and Ginny pulled me off of the bed as she got up and brought me over to the mirror in the bathroom.

My red hair didn't look too bad- it framed my face nicely, and given the fact that we were in a war, it helped- it wouldn't get in my way as I fired a spell or something.

"I mean... I guess it's okay," I murmured.

Ginny gave me a big smile, which then turned into a smirk.

"You actually look pretty badass with short hair too," she smugly replied.

I grinned, "Yeah, I guess I do look pretty badass."

The weeks that followed the hair cut incident became more and more depressing. It had gotten to the point where the Carrows would torture students with the cruciatus curse.

It had also gotten to the point where the older students had to perform that said curse on the younger students. However, if you refused to do so, much like Ginny, Neville and I did, the Carrows would do it to us for what seemed like hours on end.

By mid October, I finally understood that now was the time to bring the DA back together. I just didn't know how to alert people...

I then remembered that we had the coins- at least some of the students did. I just didn't know where we would meet besides the room of requirement, which to me seemed to be off limits.

And that was when I found the door in the Head's Dormitory.

There was a huge oak door behind the bookshelf in the living room area, and I had only found it because I was removing some books from off the said shelf to make room for some of the new ones that McGonagall had delivered- she said that since I was Head Girl, I was obviously responsible enough to have some of the books from the Restricted Section with me.

The funny thing about those 'restricted' books as that not all of them were about dark magic or spells to defend yourself against certain things like an Ewok from one of Endor's moons. Some were about the history of the school, history of how magic developed- stuff that they don't really want the public to know.

Anyways, the door I had found- it led into a hallway lined up with torches that made it look like I was in some sort of forbidden dungeon in a fairytale.

Now, walking down towards the door at the end of the hallway probably wasn't the smartest thing to do in terms of safety, but I did it anyways. I mean, what's life without a little risk?

I soon stood in front of the door, which was a dark oak color and had engravings in to it created by a knife- but they weren't harsh like stab wounds, they were smooth and soft and obviously thought out.

I brought my hand up and traced the engravings and read the words etched in the door out loud to myself, "I provide a place of peace within a war."

I didn't know what that exactly meant, but I had a pretty general idea of it.

Suddenly, a feeling erupted within me, both dark and light. But within part of it was balance. It was...

I suddenly opened my eyes without even realizing that I had closed them.

A cold blast of air hit me in the face suddenly as the door flung open, and then stopped. Some sort of force pulled me into the the doorway, and suddenly I came to a halt, feeling everything stop suddenly.

I looked around, and saw something that seemed to be a room similar to the one you would see at a training base- large weapons, like swords, axes and spears lined the walls. There were knights along the walls, each holding shields- probably for decoration.

There were dummy Death Eaters in one side of the room. All in all, it was a perfect place to have a group of underage Wizards be trained by wizards who had just recently turned of age.

I grinned in realization that I could officially reform Dumbledore's Army, and have the members train in here.

The smile still on my face, I raced back to the dorm, my feet going so fast it was almost as if I was being carried in the air by the same force that I had felt earlier.

The darkness and the light seemed to rush out of me, and soon balance came as I landed flat on my feet, outside of the bookcase, which was now back in its original place.

As I stumbled up the stairs and into my bed that night, a smile creeped onto my face as I cuddled into the covers, my eyes fluttering shut.

As my mind wandered into the world of sleep, a feeling inside of me burst out of my heart.

For the first time in a while, there was a sense of a new hope within me.