"You've done it, Neville!" exclaimed Hermione. "You've found the Room of Requirement."
"The which?" asked Ron.
"I've heard rumours about it for ages but I never believed them until now...!" Hermione notices their confusion. "It's also known as the Come and Go Room. The room of Requirement only appears when a person has real need of it, and is always equipped for seekers' needs."
Amelia nods in understanding, as she looking around the room. It is lit with flickering tor's he's. And a bookcase lined walls, it's floor covered with silk cushions.
"So," spoke Ron. "say you really needed a toilet?"
"Charming, Ronald." nodded Hermione. "But yes, that's a general idea."
"It's brilliant." said Harry. "Like Hogwarts wants us to fight back..."
Amelia smirks. "Then lets fight."
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They start their first class with Harry. The last of the Students are hurrying to their place. Amelia notices Harry's nervous look, and Hermione offers an encouraging smile, Ron a convert fist of solidarity. Amelia gave him a nod and a small smile.
"All right...so...I was thinking the first thing we should practice is disarming charms..." said Harry, looking at the students nervously.
"Isn't that sort of...basic?" asked a boy student.
"It's saved my life last year." stated Harry with a slight shrug.
An impressed murmur. Ron, Amelia & Hermione exchange a happy look...Harry exhales--he's begun. A Death Eater looking dummy is holding a prodigious bone wand. Amelia and uneasy students stand in a line before it. Neville was first in line, and he stares at the 'Death Eater'
Neville takes a deep breath, "Expelliarmus!"
Neville's wand goes spinning out of his hand in a shower of sparks, Amelia and the students duck as it shoots over their heads and smashes the wall. Neville sags in despair.
"I'm hopeless." muttered Neville.
Harry looks at him in determination. "No you're not. You're just flourishing with your wand too much. Here, try it like this," Harry demonstrates with a sharp flick of his wrist and the wand is disarmed from the 'Death Eater'
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"You will please copy the approved text four times..." commanded Umbridge. As a chalk witted an endless list of defensive minutiae on the blackboard. Umbridge's face looks sour as she starts down the aisle, watching students miserably open their notebooks.
"To ensure maximum retention." added Umbridge. The class groans and she shushed them. "There will be no need to talk."
Hermione grips her pencil in frustrating and mutters, "No need to think's more like it."
"I've literally learnt this when I was five!" said Amelia, sighing.
Umbridge stares Amelia, and Amelia gives her look of confusion and she smiles, sweetly but deadly.
•••
Amelia knocked on the brown door to Toad faces' office. There was a faint 'come in' and Amelia places her hand on the brass handle, she opened the door, as it makes a creak.
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𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 || h.potter
FanficAmelia sat in the Great Hall, beside her best friend, Hermione Granger. "Have you heard?" Hermione gasps, reading the Daily Prophet. "Heard what?" Amelia asks her curly haired friend. "Sirius Black has been spotted near Hogwarts." 9¾ ♔ ⚯͛ Amelia...