Liar. Harry Potter's sister ~ Book 2

chapter eleven

BY ORDER OF THE HIGH INQUISITOR OF HOGWARTS

In accordance with Educational Decree Number Twenty-Four, all student organisations, societies, teams, groups and clubs are henceforth disbanded.

Any student found to have created, or belong to an organisation, society, team, group or club kit approved by the Hugh Inquisitor will be expelled.

"Oh, Merlin, do you think she knows?" I whisper, rather aggressively to Harry as Ron read the sign aloud.

"How can she?" Harry says, "The pub was near empty! ... Unless it was somebody else? Someone in the DA?"

"No it can't have been," Hermione says hurriedly, looking rather anxious.

"How do you know?" Ron says, "That Zacharias bloke seemed dodgy..."

"I put a jinx on the piece of parchment," Hermione says, smirking mischievously, "Lets just say if anyone went blabbering to Umbridge it would make Eloise Midgeon's acne look like a couple of cute freckles."

I smirk, "Good idea," I say. I glance at the new 'Educational Decree' and bite my lip. I have a strange feeling about this. I find it odd how the day after we organise the DA she comes out with this. I don't understand how she could know anything though. It's not like she was there to hear anything. It's not like we were meeting right in plain sight. I can't get my head around this woman. Her mind works in sick ways. Disgusting ways. Strange ways. She already has more power than most of the teachers here. She's controlling everything.

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"You've done it Neville!" Hermione says, putting her hand on his shoulder, "You've found the Room of Requirement!"

"The what?" Ron says.

"It's also known as the Come and Go Room," Hermione says, admiring the room, "It only appears when a person has real need of it, and is always equipped with the seekers needs."

"I think it's brilliant!" I say, "It's like Hogwarts wants us to fight back! Well done Neville!"

It was a very spacious room, flickering with torches with walls lined of wooden bookcases. Several piles of silk cushions were scattered around the floor, instead of chairs. There was a shelf on the far right wall and it was equipped with items such as Sneakoscopes, Secrecy Sensors and a slightly cracked Foe Glass. Several dummies and mannequins were gathered in a far corner, ready for practicing on. My eyes dart between each aspect of the room in amazement. This is where we can do it.

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For our first lesson, Harry and I had decided that we would start things off simple. Disarming you're opponent was something that was basic, yet affective and, surprisingly, not many people could perfect it just yet. We told them to organise themselves into pairs and scatter themselves around the room. It felt really strange issuing instructions to people but it felt great either way. There was a quiet murmur of chatter as people divided into pairs and found a place to practice. Neville was left partnerless and looking around the room hopefully.

"Come on, Neville," I say, pulling my wand out of my pocket and going to join him, "You can practice with me." He gives me a small, grateful smile at me, and we find a clear space, his cheeks slight pink at not being picked to be with someone.