Rebecca Warren and The Third Wizarding War

Chapter 16: The Late Night Party

Professor Scammander led Rebecca to his office.

"How do you plan to fix this?" Rebecca asked. Her blood had now dried up on her face, but her head and ribs still hurt.

"I know someone." Scammander said. "You'll see when we meet her."

But Rebecca stopped for a second. She felt dizzy and leaned against the wall. "Can she meet here?"

Professor Scammander didn't answer, but instead scooped up Rebecca and carried her, which picked up the pace too. Rebecca closed her eyes.

When she reopened them, she was no longer in the professor's arms. Instead, she was on a bed. Her ribs no longer hurt, nor did her head.

She sat up and found a handheld mirror. Her face was cleaned up, but there was no doubt she would have another black eye and plenty of bruises, which were already appearing.

The door to the room she was in opened and in walked Professor Scammander and a woman with flowing bright blonde hair. Her eyes were wide and airy looking. She was also smiling.

"Rebecca, this is my wife, Luna." Scammander said.

"Hello." Luna said in a dreamy voice.

"Er, hi." Rebecca said, scratching her right ear.

"I take it you feel extraordinarily normal again, yes?" She asked.

"About as normal as it gets around here, eh?" Scammander grinned.

"I think I know you." Rebecca said to Luna. "Luna Lovegood?"

"Luna Scammander now." Luna said with a smile still on her face. "Yes, your father is Anthony Warren, correct?"

Rebecca nodded.

"He took me to the Yule Ball in my third year." Luna said. "He was a really nice man."

"You're also in Dumbledore's Army." Rebecca said frantically. "You must know what's going on back home then?"

Luna's smile faded and it made Rebecca nervous. "I have recieved owls from friends back home. It is not good right now."

"What's happened?" Rebecca pressed on. Luna stayed quiet however. Rebecca asked again.

"Your family is fine." Luna said quickly. "But not everyone I know is."

"So, do you feel better?" Scammander asked.

"Yes." Rebecca said.

"Now, can you tell us what's happened?" Scammander pressed.

Rebecca felt more comfortable to explain what happened today with Luna in the room. There was something about her that made her trustworthy. Both her and Rolf were listening to everything she said and never made a comment until she had finished. It was Rolf who spoke first.

"It sounds to me like you need a new way to get back at Miss Bancroft."

"How do I figure that out?" Rebecca asked. "I can't duel to save my life, literally."

"How about flying?" Luna asked. "Beat her at her own game."

"No way. I hate flying." Rebecca said.

"You said you hated quidditch, but maybe you should give quodpot a chance." Rolf said.

"But..." Rebecca started.

"Aren't you a Warren?" Rolf asked.

"Yes, but I'm terrible. I can't get a broom to come up to my hand in flying lessons back at Hogwarts."