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Chapter Seventeen

3rd Person POV:

The great hall was unrecognisable. Every house table was gone, all the banners draped from the ceiling vanished, and the enchanted roof was a normal castle make. Rows of single desks spred out evenly on the grey wood flooring. Each table had one bit of parchment, and one of Umbridge's special quils without ink like always.

Everyone from the DA have reached their fourth day of detention. Every child had winced more than once as the letters engraved in their skin like their blood was the ink and their skin was the paper. It ripped open the skin cell at a time every millisecond so the pain became more unbearable. Harry's hand was violet, green lines popping showing veins as they tried to get blood to the dorsal side. One whimper from Draco and Harry's head darted from the paper to his boyfriend sitting at a single desk next to him. Draco's lips quivered much like many in their year from the piercing of flesh like an open cut knife wound to the air. Their eyes meet and Harry gives Draco a reassuring nod making him persevere.

Fred and George are lucky, they faked being ill so they didn't have to come for a fourth. After helping the younger years avoid detentions and the twins doing them instead, their bodies needed time to replenish.

Then a cry comes from their youngest joiner- Phaeona Ladilian- and she's a first year. Her parents named her after the first ever constellation, because she was born on the first day of the year- her stunning, original beauty matched the abnormality of the name.
Already, her magical ability exceeded that of fourth years in Defense, she's almost as smart as Hermione was back then. She purposely drapped her thick fully blonde hair in her face to hide from embarrassment and continued to scribble. Her sobs that weren't so silent disturbed the punishable silence and Professor Umbridge let it carry on. Before the only first year had a chance to cover her hand with tips of hair, Harry can see on her other hand that Umbridge already punished her with it before, very recently too. Disgusting, to perform that arduous a punishment to a girl not even a teenager, but a girl. Although she sounded plainted, paniky, perturbed, her face grimaces to Umbridge fighting back tears as to not give the toad satisfaction. Instantly, everyone seems to be tenacious after watching a twelve year-old girl have more bravery than some shaking in the back.

An almighty, ear-splitting sound pushed through the Great Hall decorating it in curiosity. While everyone whispers, the old hag marches to the doors only to hear more thundering thuds getting closer to the door. The old hinges creaked before blasting open. The amazing Fred and George Weasley set off fireworks in the Great Hall then flew out on their brooms they nicked back from Umbridge's office.

Rioting and rebelling undergoes and everyone is on their feet. "Aaaah!" Harry's scream out does the noise previously filling the hall- everyone's already out the hall a part from Draco, Pansy and Hermione. Blaise heard Harry and physically had to drag Ron away. The floor became a magnet forcing Harry to it yelping from his scar- Hermione thought best to place a silencing charm

Like the door was the sun, the white light radiated through it, like it was the entrance to heaven. Cautiously, Harry approached the door, debating whether to try the handle or not. He does turning it once then pulling it open. Harry was right, it was heavenly, the colour, but he wasn't greeted by the best sight.

Harry was in a place with glistening, silver orbs. Rows and rows stretched for miles. There was the same white glow he experienced everytime a similar dream occurred. There was an intersection, like an island on British roads. Sirius was surrounded by death eaters, every wand pointed to his head, between his eyes, or his heart... Voldemort walked up to the centre... he wanted something from the place- he needed something from the department.