Into The Light (Golden Trio Era) {2}

Abilities

Harry did not seem comforted in the slightest, he looked actually quite angry. "You don't have to do anything yet, I'll speak to them first." "Hi, Harry," Neville said, pulling up a chair opposite him. Harry smiled back at him, looking anxious as ever. As everyone found chairs they could pull away into a big half circle to face us, the chatter died down till there was no talking and every eye was on Harry. "Er," Hermione stood up and cleared her throat. "Well- er- hi." She now had their attention but she could spot the occasional eye darting back to Harry. "Well... erm... well, you know why you're here. Harry here had the idea- I mean," Harry had thrown her a sharp glare. "I had the idea- that it might be good if people who wanted to study Defence Against the Dark Arts- and I mean, really study it, you know, not the rubbish that Umbridge is doing with us" she cleared her throat again and stood a little taller. "because nobody could call that Defence Against the Dark Arts" - "Hear, hear," said an Ravenclaw boy in the back, Hermione looked relieved. "well, I thought it would be good if we, well, took matters into our own hands." She paused to look sideways at Harry, then went on, "And by that I mean learning how to defend ourselves properly, not just theory but the real spells-" "You want the pass your Defense Against the Dark Arts O.W.L. too though, I bet?" said who I believed to be Michael Corner. "Of course I do," said Hermione at once. "But I want more than that, I want to be properly trained in Defence because... because..." She took a deep breath. "Because Lord Voldemort's back."

The reaction was immediate. Cho's friend had shrieked and poured butterbeer down her front, a brown haired boy noticeably twitched, Padma shuddered, and Neville gave a yelp that he was able to turn into a cough. They all turned their heads to Harry. "Well... that's the plan anyway," said Hermione, sitting down. "If you want to join us, we need to decide how we're going to-" "Where's the proof You-Know-Who's back?" said the Hufflepuff playing from the back. "Oh, not this again." Mikayla sighed and put her head in her hand. "Well, Dumbledore believes it-" "You mean, Dumbledore believes him," said the boy, nodding toward Harry. "Who are you?" Ron said in a disgusted tone. "Zacharias Smith," said the boy, "and I think we've got the right to know exactly what makes him say You-Know-Who's back." "Didn't Mikayla say she saw him, last year, at the end of the tournament? Wasn't she there?" a feminine voice whispered. "Look, this isn't what the meeting was supposed to be about." Mikayla spoke loudly. "What makes me say You-Know-Who's back?" Harry said, straight faced and looking directly at Zacharias. "I saw him. But Dumbledore told the whole school what happened last year, and if you didn't believe him, you don't believe me, and you don't believe her," he motioned to Mikayla . "and I'm not wasting an afternoon trying to convince anyone." The room was so quiet while Harry spoke Mikayla doubted anyone was remembering to breathe, even the barman looked more interested on Harry than the dirt glass that he was slowly making more filthy. "All Dumbledore told us last year was that Cedric Diggory got killed by You-Know-Who and that you brought Diggory's body back to Hogwarts, and that she almost died. He didn't give us details,he didn't tell us exactly how Diggory got murdered, I think we'd all like to know-" "If you've come to hear exactly what it looks like when Voldemort murders someone I can't help you," Harry said, his fist were clenched and Mikayla could see he was starting to lose his temper again, which was on such a short fuse nowadays. "I don't want to talk about Cedric Diggory, all right? So if that's what you're here for, you might as well clear out." Harry gave Hermione a fiery glare. "So," said Hermione, coughing and trying to find her voice.

"So... like I was saying... if you want to learn some defence, then we need to work out how we're going to do it, how often we're going to meet, and where we're going to-" "Is it true," interrupted a girl, looking at us intently, "that you can produce a Patronus?" There was a murmur of interest from within the mound of students. "Yes," he said, sitting up in his chair. "A corporeal Patronus?" "Er- you don't know Madam Bones, do you?" he asked. She smiled. "She's my auntie," she said, "I'm Susan Bones. She told me about your hearing. So- is it really true? You make a stag Patronus?" "Yes, though it's not really impressive. Mikayla can do it just the same?" He said modestly. "What does yours take the form of?" asked Lee. "A German Shepard ..." Mikayla said slowly. "Blimey! I never knew you could do that!" Dean said in an amazed voice. "Mum told Ron not to spread it around," said a wide grinning Fred. "She said Harry got enough attention as it was." "She's not wrong," Harry said, a couple people including the foursome laughed. "And did you kill a basilisk with that sword in Dumbledore's office?" demanded a boy who's name Hermione whispered in my ear, he was Terry Boot. "That's what one of the portraits on the wall told me when I was in there last year..." "Er- yeah, I did, yeah," beginning to smile a bit at the corner of his mouth. A few 'wow's were exchanged, looks of amazement, and a whistle. Harry's ears developed a tinge of pink. "And in our first year," Neville stated eagerly, "he saved the Philosopher's Stone from You-Know-Who," Neville finished appraisingly.

"And that's not to mention," Mikayla clapped her hand onto his shoulder and stood up, his eyes followed her and gazed up toward her. "all the tasked he had to get through last year in the Triwizard Tournament. The merpeople in the Black Lake, the dragon, acromantulas and blast-ended skrewts!" Mikayla grinned. They all made impressed sounds and whispers. Harry himself looked pink, flustered, and seemed to be choking on his words. "Look," he said after a while when everyone had fell silent. "I... I don't want to sound like I'm trying to be modest or anything, but... I had a lot of help with that stuff..." "Not with the dragon, you didn't," interrupted Brian Smirnov. "That was a seriously cool bit of flying..." "Yeah, well-" Harry said, looking anxious and wanting to disagree. "And nobody helped you get rid of those dementors this summer," said Susan. "No," said Harry, "no, okay, I know I did bits of it without help, but the point I'm trying to make is-" "Are you trying to weasel out of showing us any of this stuff?" said Zacharias Smith. "Zacharias!" Mikayla spoke firmly. "Stuff it, will you?"

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