[1] prophecy → tom riddle [EDITING]

Chapter Thirty: An Unforgiveable Action

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After being locked in an empty classroom on the seventh floor for more than an hour, the group began to lose hope after they were told they would only be there for fifteen minutes. Rune had help from madam Laxj to fix Abner's back, and everything was fine again, apart from Abner complaining about how cold he was. Food had been brought up to them, and Ophelia, Lyra and Abner had their wands taken away from them for inspection of spells. Lyra seemed the most nervous when this happened, she hesitated quite a bit when handing over her wand.

The group was bored. Theodore and Edison had fallen asleep in the corner, with Theodore resting on Edison's shoulder and Edison resting upon Theodore's head. Ophelia, Morgandy, Rune and Emory were all sat against the wall opposite Daxten, Archer, Rune and Vincent. Abner, however, was wandering around the quiet classroom trying to find a robe or blanket of some sort, after not being in his uniform. Lyra sat the furthest away from the group of eight and was watched by them as she was procrastinating about the situation.

Finally, just as Ophelia had begun to nod off after leaning upon Emory's shoulder the door rattled and in walked Twyla clothes in hand. Abner looked over at Twyla who was clearly holding his uniform, "is that for me?"

The group turned to Abner and Emory was about to point out the obvious when they saw Abner drop the books from around his arms that he was using as a blanket.

"I'm not even going to ask," Emory whispered as he shook his head. Ophelia smiled as she watched Abner run for his uniform.

"Thank you, Twyla," he beamed and began jumping up and down, and then going in to hug Twyla. Twyla smiled and Abner rushed off behind a bookcase to get changed. Twyla closed the door and came over to the group.

"Do you know what's going on?" Morgandy asked as she and the other's stood up.

Twyla shook her head, "all I know is that it is pretty serious."

Emory looked down at Ophelia as she looked up, worried expressions on both of their faces, they both looked back to Twyla and Emory held onto Ophelia's hand. For the first time in months, Ophelia didn't feel hatred towards Emory, she felt as though the old Emory was back and she definitely did not want to pull her hand away.

"How serious?" Abner asked as he came back fully dressed in his uniform.

"The minister of magic is here, as well as Rune's dad, and Abner's, Ophelia's, Lyra's and Emory's parents," Twyla looked around everyone, Lyra had come and joined the group, "that's not all. Escorts for Azkaban are here too."

"Merlin's beard, we can't escape Azkaban for more than one day can we?" Rune groaned.

"What do we do?" Ophelia asked.

"Possibly prepare for the worse," Twyla gave a forced smile of encouragement, "I've got to go, I was only told to bring Abner's uniform, if they know I've told you they'll flip."

Ophelia let go of Emory's hand and went in to hug Twyla, Twyla hugged Morgandy too and left the classroom.

"Wake the boys up, Cas," Emory said as he began to bite his nails.

Caspian did as he was told and the boys were told everything. After the news was fully told the entire group was pacing around the classroom.

"What do we do? Ophelia you just got your uncle sent to Azkaban for life, you had your name and picture all over the daily prophet, we can't have you being sent to Azkaban two days later!" Theodore panicked.

"What makes you think it's Lia? It could be Lyra!" Daxten pointed at Lyra who was sitting on the table, tears running down her face.

"It is me," Lyra let out, it was barely audible, but was still heard by the group, "Emory, Ophelia I'm really sorry for what I have done."